Yan Shizhao came to the court and knelt down in front of the emperor.

Emperor Wuxing looked at him.

Yan Shizhao inherited his father's resolute appearance, and after a long period of exercise, his figure is also quite strong, and his energetic appearance makes people feel good at first sight.

Zhu Changxun is no exception, at a glance, the impression is very good, after all, the Ming Dynasty is also quite "Yan".

This generation of Guogong ...... No, maybe it may be said that the people of Chen Guogong's family are basically like this, whether it is his father Yan Chenxin, or his uncle Yan Chenhao, or the rest of their family's concubines who are officials in the court.

Of course he didn't know that the children of the family, whether they used it or not, would receive training and exercise their physique since they were young, and naturally there would not be the other princes like the rest of the princes, whether the father and son were fat or big-eared, and looked like they were wine-colored and wealthy.

Naturally athletic and energetic.

Otherwise, Yan Yuanmo at the beginning would not have been taken by Emperor Jiajing at a glance.

Anyway, the current emperor has already developed the most basic good impression of this prince, and he showed a faint smile on his face and said:

"Give a seat."

After Yan Shizhao sat down, he asked:

"I've heard that you once served in the border town of eastern Liaodong, and you have made a lot of military achievements?"

"Yes, my father said, my family got up with military exploits, we must not forget our roots, we need to keep in mind the tactics and military from generation to generation, and serve Your Majesty with useful people, so I ordered my ministers to join the army, and served under the command of General Li for seven years, and was promoted to deputy chief soldier."

Yan Shizhao replied loudly that when he was seventeen to twenty-three years old, he once went to Liaodong and served under Li Rusong, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, and fought with him against the enemy Tatars and other troops.

It's just that there were Li Rusong, Ma Gui and other powerful generals in Liaodong at that time, what about the imperial court? The battle for the reserve is bloody and bloody. So much so that he obviously played well, but he almost had no sense of existence.

Until the thirty-second year of Wanli.

His father died.

He returned to Beijing and inherited the title, but since then he has stayed away from the frontier and has no merits.

Now, has it finally come to my time? His heart fluttered.

And Zhu Changxun is also very satisfied.

The sentence "to serve His Majesty with a useful body" is Yan Shizhao's words, but he is also very comfortable to listen to, who doesn't love capable and loyal courtiers?

Chen Guogong is really a loyal minister for generations! He couldn't help but sigh.

Subsequently, he asked some questions about the military and his views on the war in the north, Yan Shizhao answered them fluently, and Zhu Changxun was more relieved, so he smiled and said:

"Sure enough, it's Jiangmen Huzi, it seems that I didn't choose the wrong person."

"Now that the north is restless, the enemy is raging, and the people are struggling to make a living, I want you to command the armies, the governor Xuanda, and go north to expel the Tatars, can you have confidence?"

Of course, Yan Shizhao had already been informed, and he had already been mentally prepared at this time, Tatar was also an old friend, so he would not have any fear, so he said loudly:

"Swear to live up to the emperor's grace!"

Zhu Changxun nodded with satisfaction, the other party's decisiveness and the brave temperament when answering won his heart, and he appreciated Yan Shizhao even more.

This time the monarch and the ministers played right, and the position of the commander of the army was given.

The courtiers next to him listened, and couldn't help but cast envious glances at Yan Shizhao in front of them.

Yan Shizhao is only thirty-six years old now, and he has already worshiped the governor of the five armies, and he has also been reused by the emperor to command the army. Although this age is not particularly young, compared to a group of old antiques in the court, it is absolutely young, and even those well-known "prodigies" among the people, at this age, at most a petty official of six or seven grades, is still struggling to work qualifications.

But people do have talents, unlike other nobles, this opportunity to lead the army is indeed the embodiment of Yan Shizhao's ability. Otherwise, even if the emperor was very biased towards Chen Guogong because of the previous establishment of the prince, he would definitely not hand over the army to him.

Maybe the previous Liaodong's military exploits were just a false report, and when the time came, the Tatars would be exposed in their original form. Now that he is so optimistic, if he is defeated, he will lose his old face, not to mention that he will be punished by the emperor, and the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

There are also people who think so viciously.

But no matter what, they can't change the reality that Yan Shizhao has been appointed commander of the army.

He came out of the city and began to reorganize the troops under his command.

The first thing he did when he arrived at the camp was to order a thorough survey of the number of troops.

"I know that the amount of 60,000 Beijing troops must be insufficient, and the number of troops in various places must also be defective, and I have no intention of holding you responsible."

Yan Shizhao's gaze was majestic, sweeping over the people in front of him, most of their eyes dodged, and there were several nobles among them, who did not dare to look at him:

"But now that the expedition is imminent, we are about to fight against the Tatars, and their combat effectiveness does not need to be said by the commander, if they want to win, the commander must know the real situation of the army under my command."

"Do you want to bury your neighbors?"

After saying this, the generals were terrified, and they all cooperated with the people sent by Yan Shizhao to check the number of troops.

The Beijing army was dispatched to follow him out of 60,000 troops, plus the troops transferred from Shandong, Beizhi and other places, theoretically his strength should have reached 130,000.

But when the troops thoroughly investigated, Yan Shizhao couldn't help but feel a knot.

The troops of Shandong and Beizhi were okay, 70,000 soldiers, and nearly 60,000 were left, but the Beijing army was 60,000, and the actual number was less than 40,000, and many of them were old people or baby soldiers, so it was impossible to form a combat force.

No wonder the generals of the Beijing army just now were so weak-hearted, and they ate nearly half of their empty salaries!

Fortunately, Yan Shizhao didn't blame them, or what they meant to go to the top.

It's like the contemporary British Duke Zhang Weixian is also a capable person, but the five military camps he commands are also full of holes.

There is no way, Liang Guogong, British Gong, Wei Guogong (a descendant of Zhu Wenzheng), and Huaiyuan Marquis (a descendant of Zhu Neng), who commanded the battalions of the Beijing army, are all the mainstay of the Xungui lineage, and most of the officers are also served by Xungui, who are all their in-laws and allies! How do they blame it? Draw a sword against your own people?

I can only turn a blind eye.

Yan Shizhao let out a long sigh, he ordered to eliminate those who had no combat effectiveness, and then recruited a part of the young and strong homeless people from Zhili, which could make up the number of 100,000 people, and led the army to the battle.

Coupled with the garrison army on the border, it should be enough to fight the Tatar army. He secretly calculated, and he could only think so.

Since the Beijing army has stopped a series of measures to strengthen the army, the army of the Ming Dynasty has degenerated to the point of degenerate!

(End of chapter)