The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 190: Clothes of All Nations
On the first day of May in the first year of Qianning, the sky was clear.

The goshawk is circling.

The clear Tao River reflects the blue sky and white clouds.

In the dark fir forest, birds and foxes fly and chirp.

Between the small rolling hills, smoke still rises from the old thatched cottage.

The green grass as tall as a person surged with the wind, and dense crowds of wild horses, cattle and sheep were galloping and roaming.

The desolate Xidu Avenue, covered with wild flowers, leads to the distance.

In the wheat fields beside the road, Sogdian women carried bamboo baskets and kept bending down to pick up the remaining ears of wheat. In the vegetable patch, children shouted "Kill the enemy" and chased the yellow dog away. Suddenly, the heavy sound of a bell broke the peace.

A large number of fierce-looking warriors galloped past, followed by officials in white robes, beating gongs and drums: "Out to the police, in to the carriage!"

The woman was startled and the children scattered.

The farmers working around looked up, their faces filled with confusion. Some picked up their things and went home, but most of them just swarmed and crawled on the ground, especially the Tibetan men and women, who were trembling with fear, their heads almost buried in the mud.

On Xijing Avenue, an endless long dragon is marching.

"Om..." The second yellow bell sounded, and the music changed to "Taihe Law".

As they approached, carriages with red wheels, red roofs, and red walls came with curtains and carriages to the sound of music, and red and purple horses and attendants stood on them. In the sunlight, the banners were like clouds, a rectangular flag with black characters on a red background, with the words "leader", "ride the road", and "original product" written on it. The team was very solemn, and there were only the whistling wind, the clattering of wheels, and the rustling of flags around.

Li Renmei's mouth felt a little dry, so she quickly led a group of royal family members and officials who were dressed in fancy clothes to bow to the left of the road.

"Da Da Da." The Qingyou Team led by the left and right Jinwu generals Cui Wuci and Liu Zhongyi came. They carried bows and arrows and swords, and held dragon flags and red birds. They were the front team. They wore flat turbans and scarlet robes, and carried large umbrellas on both sides of the periphery. They were the yellow banners. They were divided into left and right wings, with armored cavalry in full gear. The knights on the left wing were cruising outside without formation, and the six rows of infantry on the right wing were walking in the middle. They were the infantry armor team.

Obviously, the Jinwu Guard has been rebuilt. There are currently 2,000 soldiers, selected from the families of honorary, scattered, and senior officials and distant royal families. In the future, those who are capable will gradually get the opportunity to be sent out to serve as officials and generals. For every one sent out, one will be replaced from the original source to maintain the stability of the structure. On the one hand, this is to strengthen the offensive and defensive alliance of interests, and on the other hand, it is also a supplement to the selection and use of officials.

In Li's plan, the military system would basically develop in the following direction in terms of personnel: local military officers would be promoted to the Imperial Guards, foreign troops, Jinwu, Sili Xiaowei, and Huangcheng Envoys, while central military officers would be dispatched to local areas, with the two circulating and supporting each other, and the Han and non-Han military officers trained in the Taiping Hall in the Western Inner Palace would supplement both sides.

The patrol team looked around along the way without stopping.

"Hmph!" A pair of eyes showing suspicion, hatred, ridicule, and disdain swept over him. Li Renmei tensed up, and the ministers accompanying him lowered their heads like quails. His ancestors were buried alive and chased by the northern vassal states. The last Khan was killed and fled in panic at night, and even the Khatun ran away. After all, it was an old story from 40 or 50 years ago. But once he saw the might of the army, it was really hard to describe the feeling.

The patrol team walked a little further away, and at the end of the road, there was a busy scene again.

The south-pointing chariot, the mileage-recording drum chariot, the egret chariot, the phoenix-flag chariot, the evil-warding chariot and the leather-curtain chariot were connected front and back and all were pulled by four horses.

Hibiscus crown, Ruyi crown, green gauze, red shirt, flat turban, skirt, purple robe, mask... Taibu Ling, witch, righteous craftsman, female priest, Sichen, Lousheng, Taichang Taoist priest, all dressed in bright clothes, stood on the chariot, each equipped with a bow, sword, and magic weapon, which emitted a cool golden light under the sun, demonstrating their majesty as a Shinto team.

Next comes the huge ensemble consisting of singers, dancers, music doctors, and pipa players.

The Guanglu Shougong, Taipu Fengyu, Shulingshi, Tongshi Sheren, Zhonglangjiang, Yushi, Sanqi Changshi, Zhongchangshi, etc. were composed of the cavalry with halberds. The left held the black dragon flag and the right held the white tiger flag. Everyone wore a specially made Lubu uniform embroidered with a yellow dragon.

Next came the Banjian Guards. They wore purple and yellow ribbons, carried silver knives, and wielded gold and bronze swords, totaling more than a thousand people. The golden and silver light almost blinded the eyes of the common people who dared to peek. The Yulu Team. The Minister of the Imperial Household personally led 32 drivers and controlled the five-hour auxiliary car team pulled by six horses.

The horsemen holding fans. The knights with golden swords, the imperial concubines in purple gauze and white silk damask, and the black-robed eunuchs were riding on horses, each holding a pheasant-tail fan, a square fan, a flower canopy, a black tortoise banner, and a peacock spear. The dense crowds of clerks, palace maids, and attendants rode their horses and crowded on both sides of the avenue. Everything was in order, and no one was making a noise.

"Leading, Qingyou, Bi..." Li Renmei tried hard to distinguish them, trying to match them with the widely circulated "Nine Heavens Gate Opens the Palace, All Nations Dress in Hats and Bow to the Crown" of the Tang Dynasty Emperor. But unfortunately, he couldn't recognize them all.

The last time a member of the royal family came to the court to serve their uncle was when they were middle-aged. Now the sage on the throne is Xuanzong's grandson, and the Uighurs have become a dog in fear and distress.

"Isn't it said that the imperial court was in decline and the Mandate of Heaven was taken away by rebellion?" Prime Minister Adalu muttered.

"Rumors are all lies!" Princess Li Jiexin stamped her feet. How can the Great Uighurs restore their country? Will the newly powerful court allow the Uighurs to restore their country in Hexi, which is so close at hand? She has also paid close attention to the changes in the situation in China in recent years. She knows that her uncle named "Li Ye" has made great achievements in just a few years; perhaps this is the blessing of the Celestial Empire.

After several thousand troops had passed, a large group of infantry and cavalry finally appeared.

Two leopard-tailed chariots led the way, and armored warriors holding long halberds, yellow axes, and crossbows stood on the chariots, their eyes hidden in their helmets staring fiercely. Behind them, flags were everywhere, and swords and spears were like a forest. In the middle of the team, twelve sheep carts were standing with concubines or something else, with luxurious makeup, rouge and powder, and sinister eyes. There were also twelve carriages for security and observation, with historians, secretaries, and Fu Baolang sitting on them. A line of six-horse carriages made of gold, elephant, leather, and wood slowly came into view, surrounded by stars like the moon. Behind the chariots, a large group of Han and foreign soldiers with their shoulders covered and their arms covered were following closely in a column of fifty people with light equipment, holding spears in their hands.

What a grand ceremony! Li Renmei suddenly got goose bumps all over her body, and beads of sweat slid down her forehead. Her mood changed from curiosity at the beginning to envy just now, and then changed again. Her calves were twitching and she wanted to go to the toilet.

Prime Minister Adalu, who was lying prostrate on the ground, raised his head, his face red as a monkey's butt. He raised his hands above his head and shouted excitedly: "Long live the emperor!"

"Long live the emperor!" All the Uighur officials, princesses, and princes who were kneeling on the left side of the road trembling with fear bowed down in worship.

The common people of Han and foreign descent, including Turks, Tuyuhun, Tanguts, Umer, Sogdians, and Han people, who were kneeling in the fields, hiding behind trees, and squatting on the hillsides, were enjoying the excitement and threw down their hoes and whips to follow suit: "Long live the people!"

The officials of Jincheng County waiting in front of the gate of Kanglang Mountain Palace were all pale with fear. The chieftains, chieftains, and military officers from the inland areas who were transferred to guard the border also had different expressions and could only respond: "Long live!"

The imperial guards and subordinates marching in a sea of troops on Xijing Avenue also shouted, "Long live the emperor!"

"Dang!" The "Taihe Law" came to an abrupt end, and was replaced by the "Qin Wang Pozhen Qu" which was played just right.

On the carriage, a series of past events flashed through Nangong Chongyan's mind.

In the first year of the Guangqi reign, Li Keyong and Wang Chongrong attacked Tian Lingzi. Fengxiang and Bining joined forces with them, burned and looted the palace, and killed and injured more than 20,000 people in the capital.

In the second year of Dashun, the four commanders of Tong, Hua, Bin and Qi jointly invaded the palace and sent soldiers to urinate on the emperor under the Chongxuan Tower. In the autumn of the same year, the Shen Ce Army beat drums and set fire to the Yintai Gate, threatening to kill the emperor.

The first year of Jingfu was even worse: Changchun Palace fell into the hands of thieves, and two concubines of the previous dynasty, Meng and Zheng, who had become nuns, fell into the devil's den.

Since entering the palace, all I have seen is chaos.

The military men disdained the inviolable imperial power.

The emperor is the supreme ruler, and the eunuchs can beat and scold him as they please.

The common people treated the court's attempt to reconcile the differences as a joke after dinner.

Unexpectedly, things are unpredictable...

The cruel and vicious inner guards were beaten to death by the government as if they were stray dogs on the roadside. The arrogant Bining Army kept their tails between their legs and obediently settled in Yincheng County to guard the border, just like slaves who were beaten by their masters, curled up in the corner and dared not make a sound. The cunning Tubo who occupied Helong for a hundred years has become a thing of the past... Looking at the common people crawling under the blue sky, all kinds of humiliation turned into the sparkling water light in Nangong Chongyan's eyes.

Rites, music, bottom lines, and order were broken bit by bit, and they were also restored bit by bit. The state's authority is already there, and it's just a matter of slowly cleaning up the mess. Except for Zhu Wen, perhaps many places won't need to mobilize troops in the future? I'm really looking forward to the day when the emperor unifies the country.

Inside the golden-roofed and copper-walled chariot, the saint was lying on the couch, his face supported by his hands. A beam of sunlight came in through the square window and fell on his face, making it half bright and half dark.

Zhao Ruozhao, Zhao Ruxin, and Yang Kezheng knelt behind the desk opposite him.

Prince De Li Jingshen sat beside the couch, listening to his father's instructions.

"If I let you take my position, how would you organize the 50,000 selected Han and Tibetan men?"

Li Jingshen was startled and immediately bowed his head: "I dare not."

"answer my question."

"So we recruited all of them into the Imperial Army to strengthen the military strength of the court and use them to suppress the old army."

"How to collect it?"

"Compared to the Imperial Guards, the Cavalry and Infantry Training Office, the Military and Horse Office, and the General Office share the power and administration, with the cavalry and infantry in charge separately."

The sage did not comment, and said calmly: "These 50,000 people came from Helong. Helong was lost to Tubo for a hundred years, and the tribes are mixed. Han, Turkic, Tuyuhun, Umu, Tubo, Sogdian... There are many grievances from generation to generation. If you put them together, they will quarrel and fight in normal times, but when it comes to fighting, they will look at each other and trip each other up. How can they be effective? If ten thousand people are not of one mind, no one person is useful."

"This..." Li Jingshen was speechless.

"The Uighur Khan Li Renmei is leading hundreds of officials to Jincheng to pay homage to the emperor. How will you arrange it?" The saint asked a different question.

Li Jingshen tried to put himself in the emperor's mindset, and after a while he said, "According to the story, give him money and goods, appease him with kind words, and order him to return to the king's tent."

"This man has always been plotting against Jiuquan and Dunhuang, aiming to rebuild the Dragon Court. Are you still planning to let him go?" the saint reminded.

"Then we should detain their king and his ministers, bring them back to Chang'an and use this to bargain with the Uighurs?" Thinking of the example of King Huai of Chu, Li Jingshen hesitated.

"I'm afraid it's difficult." The saint sighed. After all, he is only eleven years old.

In later generations, he was still a carefree elementary school student. At this time... Li Keyong shot two eagles with one arrow at the age of thirteen. Zhu Youyu also followed Zhu Wen to fight everywhere at the age of twelve or thirteen. Wang Rong was virtuous at the age of ten. He was not afraid of meeting officials and stunned the warriors. It was him who commanded the guards beside his brother and became a general at the age of thirteen. He married He Yuqing at the age of fifteen.

"The nobles who stayed behind can just treat them as dead and appoint a new king, and then rebel against you. Can you control the Uighurs by capturing the Khan? No. On the contrary, why did Li Renmei come to the emperor? Because the Hu people are rude and the strong prey on the weak. The prestigious leaders and brothers may kill him at any time. There is also the threat of the Guiyi Army and the Liangzhou Army... So he needs to seek external support to deter evil intentions and consolidate power. You don't have to care whether he has ambitions or not, just catch his weakness and use it. As for restoring the country, the army can reach Zhangye in half a month after leaving Xiaoguan. What can he do to restore the country? Things that do not see hope will naturally gradually lose their obsession."

Li Jingshen nodded, not quite understanding. "Is it enough to support Li Renmei as Khan and use him?" the saint asked.

"Son——" Li Jingshen lowered his head.

"Listen carefully." With such a small number of people and having never been involved in political affairs, the saint did not blame him: "The key is not Li Renmei, but the royal family he represents. The Uighurs have been my allies for a hundred years. Although there are conflicts, they are much stronger than Tubo and Nanzhao. Now they are in trouble, not only do you not lend a helping hand, but you add insult to injury. Which tribe or friendly country will be willing to serve you in the future? But they live in Hexi now, which is too close to you. So you have to treat them well, but also suppress and divide them through Li Renmei."

"What to do? Let the royal family members and nobles leave one by one, come to the court, and serve as officials in neighboring counties. Without royal blood, the Uighurs will be a mess. In short, don't let them stay in Zhangye like vassal states, let them eat from the same pot as you, and do the same for the vassal states..."

Li Jingshen listened carefully.

I will have to ask Master Han and Master Wang later. Alas, it seems that many things are difficult to handle.

After a long while, the sage said again: "You will not return to the capital this time. Go to Liangzhou and visit the Helan Dao Envoy Xu Yanruo's residence to serve you."

what?
Li Jingshen raised his head, looked at Laozi, and stood there in a daze.

"Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles, and traveling ten thousand miles is not as good as meeting countless people and seeing countless things." The sage originally planned to send him to a certain military headquarters or county to start as an "official", but after thinking about it, he gave up. Now going to the grassroots level is like pulling up seedlings to help them grow. It is better to throw him to Xu Yanruo, who has served as prime minister and imperial censor, so that this kid can see what the reality of the middle level of the pyramid is like. As for participating in the military, even killing people and leading troops... forget it, and wait a few more years.

"Father..." Li Jingshen summoned up his courage and whispered, "Can I not go? I believe that the holy dynasty governs the world with filial piety. I have heard that there is nothing greater than filial piety. I cannot bear to be away from you, my father and mother."

"Serving your parents is filial piety, and obeying your parents and listening to me is also filial piety. You are the eldest son, and when I am old, the kingdom of our ancestors will depend on you, the dozen brothers, holding hands together."

Seeing that he could not resist the authority, and his father was determined to drive him to Liangzhou, Li Jingshen thought: "I don't have anyone close to me, so I want to take a few servants with me."

"I can't take you there." The saint rejected it directly. I'll have to start from scratch there and learn how to form and manage a small family.

Li Jingshen's eyes were tearful and he was about to cry.

The sage did not want him to be embarrassed in front of others, so he gave him some instructions and urged him to meet up with the escort group and set off immediately. Soon, the sound of Concubine Shu and her son crying and hugging each other could be heard outside the car. Cry, you will feel better after crying for a while. Li was indifferent and continued to manage his affairs.

He had already decided how to organize these 50,000 new Han and Tibetan soldiers. It was similar to what Prince De said, and he had always done so before, but there were some differences this time.

The specific plan is:
A Wansui Army was established to lead these 50,000 people.

It is divided into the Han Army Division and the Fan Army Division.

Han people, Han people without Han background, and Tuyuhun and Dangxiang people who were highly sinicized and could speak and write Chinese fluently, also known as the "Skilled Barbarians", were led by the Han army. There were about 1.4 of them.

The Turks, the Dangxiang, the Tibetans, the Han Chinese who were sinicized by the Hu people, the Sogdians, the Tiele, the Qiang, the Uighurs and those mixed Hu people whose exact categories were unclear but who had "deep eyes, high noses and looked nothing like the Chinese" were all under the command of the Fanjun Division. There were 3.6 of them.

The same was true for the vassal states with more foreign soldiers, such as Xiasui, Hedong, Youzhou, Datong, Zhenwu, Qianshuofang, and Qianjingyuan. Han was Han, and foreign soldiers were foreign. In peacetime, positions such as the General Manager of Han and Foreign, the General Manager of Han and Foreign Cavalry, and the General Manager of Han and Foreign Yanei were appointed to oversee daily management. In wartime, just like normal vassal states, soldiers from various units formed camps.

Under the two departments, there are the Training Department, the Military Department, the Military Department, and the General Department. The Training Department is responsible for training and exercises, and the Military Department is responsible for discipline inspection and military discipline. The Military Department is in charge of all the capitals. Officers above the rank of colonel usually clock in and out at the General Department on time and keep a distance from the army.

It’s the same set of imperial guards. There’s nothing to change. Let’s leave it like this for now.

In terms of personnel.

Cui Anqian's third son Cui Jiahu was appointed as the general manager of the Han Army Division, and his deputy was Nangong Daoyuan, the former military commander of Baiyundu, the former governor of Chengde. A general from Hebei entered the court and was promoted quickly. Well, it could also be related to the fact that Nangong Daoyuan's sister Chongyan was favored by the emperor. Her other brother Nangong Shanshang was also appointed as a doctor of the imperial department.

Zhazhu, the commander-in-chief of the Central Army and the envoy of Wulu, was transferred to be the chief of the Fanjun Division, and Yang Kexuan, the lieutenant of Shangjun, resigned and became the deputy chief.

Wang Congxun, Marquis of Changshan, took over Zhazhu.

Liu Xun, the former general of Hezhong Yamen and commander of Tongguan, was promoted to the position of military training officer of Han army. Wu Xiong, the commander of Yincheng, was recalled and transferred to the position of military commander of Han army, and Li Zan, the general of imperial guards, was appointed to replace him.

Sima Kanwu, the lieutenant of Han, was recalled and transferred to the training envoy of the Fan army. Tao Jianzhao, the former general of Hezhong, replaced Sima Kanwu as the lieutenant of Han. Lu Xu, the former general of Ziqing, was promoted to the chief military officer of the Fan army.

This has been decided, and Zhao Ruxin has already drafted the appointment letter.

The rest is to be determined.

Sometimes even saints are exhausted, with calculations everywhere, factional collusion everywhere, weighing interests everywhere, and sharing benefits everywhere. They are afraid of offending Zhang San, and they are also worried about disappointing Li Si and causing dissatisfaction among Wang Wu. But politics is a game of making and cutting cakes, and there is no way around it.

The selection of men who were good at riding and forming the Wansui Army was also based on the consideration of local control.

Not to mention the miscellaneous Hu people, the larger Tibetan clans with a population of more than 10,000 people, such as the Umu tribes, the Geshu tribe, the Pugu tribe, etc., all have real combat troops. If we don't find a way to absorb them in and let them run wild in the local area, they may suddenly rebel one day.

Tubo was fine, the Zamp was finished, but last year they were hit hard again, the leader of the Bon religion, the bright mirror, the compassionate Xinzhe Mingluo, fled to the Western Regions, and lost his spirit. Under the threat of violence, the people were being registered and implemented step by step. They were not happy, they were really not happy, but the battle of Jincheng was full of corpses, what else could they do if they didn't obey?

It is different for the Umos. The Zamp can exploit them, but they can unite and fight the Tibetan central government's punitive army. If the emperor makes them unhappy, will they rebel? It is hard to say. As an emperor, it is best not to gamble. While they are still happily immersed in the joy of being liberated and freed by the Tang Dynasty, it is safest to recruit their warriors and organize them into the national army.

Originally, Li Sheng planned to recruit more people, like other time travelers, and get a hundred thousand cavalry.

But considering the financial resources, 50,000 to 60,000 troops is the limit.

Don't forget that the Wansui Army is organized as a pure cavalry force.

Horses were not valuable. There were plenty of horses in the Helong area, and the imperial court never lacked horses. There were ranches in Xiasui, Shuofang, Zhenwujun, Hedong, Youzhou, Chengde, Ziqing, and Xiangyang. Before the collapse of the Uighurs, they sold more than 100,000 war horses and steeds every year, which annoyed the imperial court. A poor uncle asked the sage more than once: Should I buy a horse?

What's really annoying is the horses' appetite. The Wansui Army has 50,000 knights, and the number of mounts and spare horses is at least 100,000. If all of them are deployed in the future to fight against Bian, it will take half a year to prepare the logistics alone.

As for the base, the saint thought about it while looking at the map.

The cavalry needed to graze and practice cavalry warfare, and the capital's only Shayuanjian and Feilongyuan were not enough.

It is impossible for all the Wansui troops to be stationed in the capital.

Qingshiling, Qianshuiyuan, Baimachuan, and Liyuan in Qingyang County in the north of Beijing can share part of the burden. Qishan, Qishuiyuan, Wutingchuan, and Xiegu in Youfufeng can share part of the burden. Huyi, Lantian, Hongmen, Fuping County, Jiujunshan where Zhaoling is located, and Yijun can also share part of the burden.

But if they were to be stationed separately, the management methods would have to be adjusted. It would be impossible for the coach to organize a combat exercise in Qianshuiyuan in the morning and then go to Yijun County in Shangjun in the afternoon. It would also be impossible for the Du Yuhou to patrol Qishan in the morning and go to Lantian in the evening.

"Fuck you..." The saint fell on his back on the couch, speechless.

Zhao Ruxin, Zhao Ruozhao, and Yang Kezheng laughed. You are quite good at scolding, and you can always come up with some new words and phrases. The saint glanced at them, pulled the privy envoy into his arms, kneaded Taibai Mountain, and whispered to her intimately to comfort her.

"Don't squeeze it! It's leaking out again." Zhao Ruxin's face darkened and she pinched his thigh. "You are so shameless for having sex in broad daylight. How old are you, and you still suck milk?"

"Sweeter than Concubine Shu, A Fu, and Wu Lingxian, sweeter than Ke Zheng and Ke Xi, my son Zheng Yang is so lucky."

Zhao Ruozhao was dumbfounded and glanced at Yang Kezheng who was sitting on his right. You guys are playing so wildly, so big, and so extravagantly. The latter's face was already red, and he covered half of his face with his hand and ran out of the door with a smile: "I, I'll go see when lunch will be delivered..."

Privy Councilor, Privy Councilor!
Zhao Ruozhao was so ashamed that his whole world view was shattered, his heart was pounding, and he fled from the carriage in a panic.

"In the next few years, I will play a good trick on Zhu Wen." When only Concubine Zhao was in the carriage, the Saint held her and said to himself, "The two visits to the gate made me feel uneasy and unable to sleep or eat. Now he is in a dilemma and can't do anything. Let him experience what I felt back then."

Latest news: Dengzhou Defense Envoy Li Cunxiao, Xiangyang Jiedushi Zhao Kuangming, and Huaixi Retainer Wu Ziling have engaged in fierce fighting with the pseudo-Liang Recruiting Envoy Niu Cunjie in Ru, Shen, and Cai. Li Keyong has annihilated the remaining forces of Helian Duo and is preparing to go south to Luzhou to attack Heyang. Zhang Cunjing in Hezhong is not very peaceful - according to Wang Ke's memorial, he is looking for trouble with Chen Xiong, the general of Yanchi Town.

But it’s okay, I can handle it.

The only ones who were in a bad situation or even in a precarious situation were the Zhu brothers. Wei Bo sent Wu Yiji, Tian Heng, Ashina Gaoyang and others to sweep Huazhou several times, hoping to relieve the pressure on the two Zhus from the flank, but unfortunately, they failed. In the Battle of Baimayi, the Wei army suffered more than 10,000 casualties, and the envoy Li Han was killed by the heavy army of the Bian thief king. The morale was greatly reduced and they retreated to Weizhou. In the short term, the yamen soldiers would most likely not allow Tian Xide to fight.

On Zhu Jin's side, Ding Hui besieged Rencheng, Zhao Keyu raided Qufu, and Yanzhou was also surrounded by Pang Shigu. Zhu Xuan's side was similar, Zhu Wen personally led the main force to sub-contract Yuncheng, Yanggu, Dong'e, and Pingyin.

Although Hedong, Weizhou, Zibo, Qing and the newly defeated Henghai donated troops and money for free, if the Sage, Li Keyong and Zhao Kuangming could not exert unprecedented pressure on Shaanxi, Pu, Heyang and Cai and force Zhu Wen to send troops to rescue, the two Zhus, who were at the end of their rope, would basically be destroyed this year.

To this end, the sage planned to launch the Pu and Shaanxi battles against Zhu Wen in May and June.

Zhao Ruxin squeezed her legs together, frowning as she resisted the rough and slightly painful invasion: "Where's Ba... Shu?"

Bashu, just a bunch of clowns. Not long after Cui Gong led his army into Jianmen, powerful men from Zizhou and Mianzhou came to meet him. Mianzhou general Chang Zairong led 2,000 troops to join the punitive army. It was similar to Wei Zhaodu's entry into Shu - when the royal army arrived, everyone rushed to join, but their hearts were not on the same page. Most of the military leaders wanted to use the court to help them gain territory. But Cui Anqian was probably not as easy to fool as Wei Zhaodu.

Just wait for the news. The situation in Sichuan will undergo new changes within a year at the latest.

Zhao Ruxin smoothed her wet hair and sat up, panting.

Fairy, you have fallen.

"We've arrived at the palace." Wenren Chuchu's reminder came from outside.

The Privy Councillor's expression changed, and he hurriedly put away his messy clothes and makeup. When she was ready, the Saint held her hand tightly and stepped off the carriage. This inspection was, of course, to strengthen his prestige and strengthen his rule over Helong. So far, Li has been on the road for two days, trying to let as many common people see the emperor's carriage and the imperial army as possible. In the next few years, it should become a routine to take some time every year to come and stay for a while, so that the local people know that the emperor will make surprise inspections from time to time.

"Call my nephew Li Renmei and his family." The saint ordered as he entered the city gate.

(End of this chapter)