Daming: The most ruthless tyrant in history

Chapter 455 Family History

Power is limited, every carrot is a pit, but ambition is unlimited. As far as the level of governance is concerned, what is more often considered is not how to govern, but how to fight, because only by holding power in your hands can you Consider how to treat it.

Without power, how can we govern?

The essential core of the dispute between imperial power and ministerial power is to want the other party to listen to one's words and then achieve one's own political philosophy. However, for a superior emperor, no matter what kind of emperor he is, he cannot accept that his subordinates are in power and let him go Be a puppet mascot!

Whether a country is strong or not, it has and can only have one leadership core. If there is one more, it will cause chaos!

The concept of co-ruling the world with scholar-bureaucrats was carried forward from the Zhao and Song Dynasties. However, for a unified centralized autocratic country, if this concept is spread and recognized, in the final analysis, it will ruthlessly exploit and squeeze the bottom groups. After all, If we don’t do this, how will the rights and interests of the scholar-bureaucrats be guaranteed?

Therefore, if the scholar-bureaucrats oppose it, we must unswervingly do it.

Therefore, if the scholar-bureaucrats are bad-mouthing, we must unswervingly do it.

Therefore, what the scholar-bureaucrats criticize must be done unswervingly!

The morning sun dispelled the darkness, and the Xishan Camp, which had been silent all night, ushered in a new day, and noisy sounds appeared in this world.

"Beep-! Beep-! Beep!"

"gather!"

"hurry up!"

"start running!"

In the barracks residential area of ​​the Xishan Camp, with the sound of a whistle, a famous soldier of the Yongwei Battalion rushed out of their respective quarters. Without any delay, they quickly rallied towards their respective teams. , the long-term practice habits have long been engraved in their bones.

Despite the cold wind in the early morning, no one complained.

"Commander, the new soldiers of Huang Ming Zong's army haven't risen yet."

On a general ordering platform, a tall young man wearing armor and holding a sword stood tall and straight. His bright eyes scanned the queue assembled in front of him. Under this situation, a brave guard battalion The general on duty ran over with a sword in hand, cupped his fists and saluted the young man.

"Ignore it!"

Cao Bianjiao snorted coldly and said: "The time limit for them to adapt is ten days. Today, the time limit for training on behalf of our Yongwei Camp has officially ended. We have taught them everything they need to teach them. They all followed the military order to rest yesterday, but... If they don't listen to the emergency military sentry this morning, someone will deal with them."

"Here!"

The general on duty in the Yongwei battalion responded with his fists clasped.

The military is a place with the most rules, and it is also a place with clear hierarchies. Who should do what, and everything must be based on military orders. No one can cross this bottom line!

No rules, no standards.

If the army is in a mess and has no rules at all, it will not be able to form a fighting force at all. Even if it can fight, it will only be strong for a while and will not last long at all.

"These guys are all crazy!!"

In a dormitory in the barracks residential area, a person sat up from the bed irritably and cursed: "I made you sleepy so early in the morning. I told you that we would have a day off today. Our Yongwei camp is made of iron. Are you all so damn tired?"

When he said this, the man felt chilly and immediately wrapped himself in a quilt.

"Hey, there are a bunch of guys with no hair at all. If they don't work hard, do you think the court will support them?"

On the bed not far away, the young man tightly wrapped in quilt said in a sinister tone: "I have figured out clearly in the past few days that these people in the Yongwei Camp are all wild children whose father is dead. The biggest They are in their teens, the youngest is six or seven years old. If our Majesty hadn't been kind enough to bring them together, we still don't know where they are wild." "Exactly."

Someone who heard this immediately echoed, "I also heard that this Xishan camp originally had a camp school, which seemed to be called the Warrior Camp. They were generally older, but the oldest They are no more than talented, but I don’t know why, they left this place, I don’t know where they went.”

"Where else can I go? I must be sent to the front line."

The first man showed disdain and said: "To say that they are orphans is just to praise them. How can a bunch of humble children be compared with us? No matter how bad this young master is, he is still the son of the lieutenant of the auxiliary country. If you want to It was not because my father begged me to participate in the selection that this young master would not suffer here."

In this Datong shop, everyone who heard these words, although they didn't say anything, they all showed disdain. Yes, they all know that your father is the lieutenant of Fuguo, a member of Zheng Fan's line. I'm convinced, but your team is not prosperous, otherwise the seniority wouldn't be so high.

"But if we don't get up, is it really okay?"

I don't know how much time passed, but Zhu Bozhong got a little worried and got up from the bed and said: "Just now I seemed to hear the emergency assembly whistle, which was sounded in our residential area. If we don't go out to assemble, will it... "

"You're so scared!"

His father was Zhu Ciyan, the lieutenant of the Fuguo State. He said nonchalantly: "The child soldiers who trained us last night have told us that today is a day off. After last night, we will no longer be under the control of his Yongwei camp. You are a thief. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since I entered this Xishan camp, so let’s not talk anymore, I want to sleep a little longer.”

With that said, Zhu Ciyan lay on the bed, ready to have a good sleep.

Many of the other new recruits of the Emperor Mingzong Army who were lying down were lying uneasily. Although they wanted to go out and have a look, they saw that no one else was moving, and each of them felt uncomfortable.

For nothing else.

You can’t lose face!

Yes.

They come from different vassal families, but they are all members of the clan. Even if most of them are at the bottom, they are still descendants of the old Zhu family no matter what.

This person is just like this. No matter how bad his life is, if he has something to make up for, it becomes the only existence they can hope for.

"Where are your fucking corpses!? Didn't you fucking hear the emergency assembly whistle? What? You want to ask me to invite eight people to carry the sedan chair, please go!"

"Get out of here!"

"Snapped!!"

"what!!"

"Who the hell are you? You actually dare to hit me, ah!!"

"Fuck you, there is no young master here, get out of here!!"

The originally quiet dormitory suddenly changed as a burly sergeant walked in. These clan children lying on the bed, well, they were now the new recruits of the Huangming clan army. Each one of them was held by the sergeant. The whip was whipped fiercely, and some people who talked back, instead of frightening the sergeant, received a few more whips. Scenes like this were also played out in other dormitories, and screams continued for a while!

(End of this chapter)