I am Emperor Wanli

Chapter 94: I start from myself, Ming Dynasty no longer has an emperor guarding the country

In the counselor's room at Xi'an Gate.

Today, there are three layers of troops inside and outside the place, including the Imperial Stables, the Royal Guards, and the Four Guards Camps, which have surrounded it tightly.

Xu Wei and Nangong Ye sat aside trembling with fear, stealing glances from time to time.

It turns out that Tian Yan is like this, no different from a skinny old man.

Emperor Jiajing was wearing a sky-blue Taoist robe and a purple gold Taoist crown. He sat on a throne with his hands in his sleeves. He looked at Zhu Yijun with his lips pursed, and talked in front of a map.

"As long as the northern barbarian Xin Ai believes it and sends out troops, we will win five points," Zhu Yijun pointed to a point on the map, slapped it hard, and said excitedly.

Emperor Jiajing slowly asked, "Xin Ai is Huang Taiji of the right wing of the Tumed tribe, the leader of the Kharchin tribe, a wolf king on the grassland, cunning and treacherous. Will he believe it?"

"Grandpa Emperor, he set up the plan first to trick us, and we just took advantage of it. As far as we know, Xin Ai Huang Taiji is a very conceited person." Zhu Yijun replied.

Emperor Jiajing nodded: "Well, Xin Ai is conceited, so he will think that everything is under his control. I don't understand the art of war, but I understand human nature. Conceited people are the easiest to be deceived. Jun'er, please continue."

"Yes, Grandfather Emperor. The key to this plan lies in whether General Qi's 6,000 new troops can hold out for more than three days under the siege of tens of thousands of Kharchin cavalry."

Emperor Jiajing asked again: "How many soldiers and horses does the Kharachin tribe have?"

"Grandpa Emperor, according to the information collected by the Border Investigation Division, the Advisory Office estimated that they can mobilize a maximum of 40,000 cavalry. Under normal circumstances, they can only mobilize 25,000 to 30,000 cavalry."

"Estimate, can this thing be estimated?"

Zhu Yijun looked at Xu Wei.

It's your turn now. Come out and show your face in front of my grandfather the emperor.

Xu Wei replied with a trembling voice: "In reply to the emperor, we will first ask the Border Investigation Department to use various means to find out how much salt, cloth, and grain the Kharachin tribe needs every year. How many pastures there are, and how many cattle and sheep are sold each year.
The Counselor's Office will use this information to estimate the approximate population of the Kharchin tribe, how many young and strong people there are, and then, based on their habits and capabilities of sending troops, calculate how many troops they can mobilize."

Emperor Jiajing looked at Zhu Yijun and asked directly, "Is this another idea you came up with?"

"Yes, Grandpa Emperor. Your grandson calls it a sampling survey and summary statistics."

"You always have so many wonderful ideas." Emperor Jiajing turned to the main topic, "Six thousand infantrymen are besieged by thirty thousand cavalrymen. Even if they have the advantage of terrain, it is still extremely difficult.

If Qi Jiguang can gain a firm foothold and win this time, I will reward him for training the best soldiers in the world."

Zhu Yijun smiled and asked, "Grandpa Emperor, you still say you don't understand the art of war."

Emperor Jiajing sneered, "I don't understand the art of war, but I know what the Ming soldiers are like now.

The six thousand infantrymen were isolated and helpless, and were defeated at the first blow under the siege of thirty thousand elite cavalrymen from the Northern Tartars. Those were the soldiers from the Southeastern Guard.

If they hold out for half a day, they are Jizhou soldiers. If they hold out for a day, they are Xuanda and Ningxia soldiers. If they hold out for two days, they can only be Liaodong soldiers.

Hold on for three days and let me wait and see. "

My own royal grandfather was actually very clear about the current situation of the Ming Dynasty, but he started to let it go more than 20 years ago.

What was the reason that caused him to quickly "degenerate" from a promising young man into a "bad old man" who was greedy for pleasure and had no ambition to make progress?

I hope I won’t become like this in the future.

Zhu Yijun sighed softly in his heart and continued to talk about his entire plan in high spirits.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Emperor Jiajing expectantly. "Grandpa, this is my grandson's entire plan. Please correct me."

Emperor Jiajing was still in the same posture, with his hands in his sleeves, pursed his lips, and leaned back in his chair. "This plan was painstakingly planned by Jun'er, and with the support of great talents such as Tan Lun, Qi Jiguang, and Xu Wei, it must be foolproof and will succeed immediately."

Seeing Zhu Yijun's expectant eyes, Emperor Jiajing paused, "I am not good at military strategy, so it is a bit difficult for me to correct you. Jun'er, how about this? I will issue an edict to the Blue God, asking him to pray for blessings and then to tell the fortune. Is that okay?"

Zhu Yijun's Adam's apple trembled.

What can I do when I meet a grandfather who is obsessed with feudal superstition!
Zhu Yijun bowed and said, "It would be great if you could ask the Immortal Lan to pray for blessings and to tell fortunes. But this matter is of great importance. When the Emperor sends someone to convey his will, please do not mention that it is a military strategy, but that my grandson has a great wish in his heart."

Emperor Jiajing smiled faintly: "I know about the Chaotian Temple of Lan Shenxian. I asked Huang Jin to pass on the message. He is the most tight-lipped, so Jun'er can rest assured.

Well, I am going back to Wanshou Palace to practice my cultivation and worship the heavens. Jun'er, please continue your planning here."

"Yes. Your Majesty, your grandson, respectfully sends you off."

Zhu Yijun was in front, and Xu Wei and Nangong Ye were behind, respectfully escorting Emperor Jiajing back to the Western Garden.

Back in the counselor's room, the atmosphere instantly became more relaxed.

However, when they saw the map, Nangong Ye and Xu Wei became nervous again.

Nangong Ye couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, will Xin Ai be fooled?"

Zhu Yijun walked up to the map and looked up at the map that was as high as the roof and filled the entire wall.

With his hands in his sleeves, he answered without turning his head, "Mr. Nangong, military strategies and tactics, after all, it is people who come to the fore. Xin Ai is a man of many tricks, but he is also conceited and greedy. This is his fatal weakness. Mr. Wenchang's strategy is to take advantage of his weakness."

Nangong Ye turned his head and glanced at Xu Wei, who was looking at the map with a serious face. His expression was seven parts expectation and three parts piety, as if he was a candidate for the imperial examination looking for his name on the list of successful candidates in the spring exam.

Nangong Ye was still somewhat worried, so he took the initiative to send troops out of the border to seek battle with the Northern Tartars. This was something that had never happened in the nine borders of the Ming Dynasty in the past hundred years.

If we lose the war, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Your Highness, I think this is too risky. I think it's better to be cautious in this battle."

Zhu Yijun turned around and looked at Nangong Ye: "Be cautious! The Ming Dynasty has been cautious since the Hongxi period. The Second Ancestor Emperor's thirteen northern expeditions, five to the northern desert and three to the barbarian court, are recorded in history books, but almost no one remembers them.

After the Battle of Tumu, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the nine frontiers hid behind the city walls and fortresses, hoping every day that there would be no enemy harassment. The south was peaceful and prosperous, while the north was stagnant.

It sounds nice to say that the emperor guards the national gate, but in my opinion, he is nothing more than a dog guarding the house. The glorious Ming Dynasty actually wants the emperor to guard the national gate. Is this guarding the national gate? It is a shame!
Why can’t we continue the military strategy of our Second Ancestor? Why can’t the Ming Dynasty repeat the feats of the Han and Tang dynasties in driving out the Xiongnu and destroying the Turks? "

Xu Wei looked at Zhu Yijun with a complicated expression and said nothing.

Nangong Ye was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, such warmongering will not be tolerated by the world."

"Warriorism? How many people were there during the Han and Tang dynasties? How many people are there in the Ming Dynasty? Were there firearms during the Han and Tang dynasties? Was there a canal leading directly to Beijing?
The Xiongnu and Turkic peoples during the Han and Tang dynasties unified the southern and northern deserts, spanning thousands of miles, commanding hundreds of thousands of troops, and were powerful for a time.

As for the Ming Dynasty, the nine borders to the north are sometimes Oirat, sometimes Tatar, sometimes Chahar, sometimes Tumed. A bunch of self-proclaimed kings can show off their power in front of the Ming Dynasty.

"Warming the enemy? You've lost all your face when a bunch of scoundrels ride on your head and poop and piss you on it, and you still have the nerve to say don't be militaristic and don't fight back!"

After saying this, Zhu Yijun turned around and continued to look at the huge map, speaking word by word.

"The Ming Dynasty begins with me. It is no longer the emperor guarding the country's borders!"

(End of this chapter)