Chapter 511: Entry Style

Chen Ao sat down and looked at the people under the high platform calmly, but he did not feel as excited as Zhao Ji.

After Zhao Ji sat down, he turned to Chen Ao and said, "I have read the battle report you sent this time, but there is something unknown. Do you think you are truly sure that there must be internal strife in Huazhou City?"

Chen Ao said lightly: "Weichen has this confidence. In fact, the war has reached the end stage, and the attack becomes more and more important. Weichen is just a little hope for the sect bandits trapped in the city. With hope, they will seize this opportunity. Xu Shenfu is completely desperate. His interests are completely contrary to his subordinates, and internal strife is only a matter of time."

He paused: "Your Majesty, after all, the Tianyi Sect is not worth mentioning compared to the Xixia Kingdom. However, when I suppressed the Tianyi Sect, I still felt it was difficult. Except for the Ma Junsi, most of the official troops in various fields were low in combat power and had strong momentum. I was afraid that they would really attack the strong camp..."

He shook his head. At this time, he said this sentence was like pouring cold water on Zhao Ji, but Zhao Ji just smiled faintly: "What do you mean is that the martial arts school will be expanded?"

The two of them had a tacit understanding when they got along, and Chen Ao smiled: "Your Majesty has seen all this thought."

Zhao Ji said: "This matter is left to you. I am the boss of the hand and don't understand these training matters. If you lack money, you can ask for it from the Ministry of War."

Chen Aohe nodded and said, "I recruited eight hundred lieutenants last year. This year, Weichen planned to recruit 3,000. Although there are more people, these 3,000 people still have to be classified, such as setting up a horse army lieutenant, naval lieutenant, and..." Chen Ao's face turned red and he thought to himself: If I say the next proposal, will the emperor say that I have selfish intentions? No matter who he says, then he says: "There is also a nursing lieutenant."

Zhao Ji was very confused: "Ma Jun, I know what the navy captain is?"

Chen Ao said awkwardly: "March and war, casualties are inevitable. Someone must come to rescue them. It is not. Although there are also doctors who follow the army, but once there are many injuries, there will be not enough doctors. It is better to form a new nurse team to let them take care of them. In fact, the empress has also thought about it. Many families in the army who commit crimes are included in the army as camp prostitutes. These camp prostitutes often do not play a role in boosting morale. Instead, they have become private plays for military generals. Why not let them be organized into nurse teams to save lives and help the wounded. On the one hand, they teach them to atone for their own sins, and on the other hand, they can eliminate the ills in the army, and they can also improve their survival. Isn't it good to kill three birds with one stone?"

Chen Ao continued to talk: "To set up a nurse team, it is also an urgent task to train a team of nurse team officials first. That's all I want to say, what does Your Majesty think?"

Zhao Ji was silent for a moment, and said, "I don't understand these things either. If you want to do it, just let it go. It's okay to just train the horse army, but what's the use of training the navy? There are no boat troops in the Xixia and Jin people. Now my Navy in the Song Dynasty is enough."

Chen Ao said: "Your Majesty said something reasonable. The reason why I am like this is not to fight against the Jin people, but just to expand our advantage over the Jin people. Although the naval battles are useful, they also have another purpose."

"Oh?" Zhao Ji looked at the audience faintly and said slowly: "Come and take a look."

Chen Ao said: "Your Majesty, imagine that if my Song Dynasty had a powerful fleet with sufficient food and artillery on the ship, as long as the Jin people's territory had an inch of the coast, we could attack them in any time, anywhere, and in any way. At that time, the initiative of the war was with me, the Jin people and the Khitans, but if anyone violated my Song Dynasty, he could attack at any time and respond with a heavy blow."

Zhao Ji was silent for a while, as if he was also imagining Chen Ao's ideas. From the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun to the outside of the pass, there was indeed a large coast. What would happen once the Song Dynasty had the strength to carry troops to land on any coast? This means that any Jin people could encounter a raid on any coast. If I were a Jin people, what steps would I take? He was silent. At least in his opinion, he could not find any powerful measures to prevent it. The Jin people had millions of soldiers. Can they be stationed in various ports and coasts? If this is true, the Song army on land could advance together and teach them that they could not be defended. But if the coast was left alone, the Song navy of the Song Dynasty could appear at any location at any time, harassing and destroying the Jin people in the early morning and night. When the Jin *** army arrived and the raided Song army returned to the ship, the Jin people could only sigh.

This idea is novel. Neither the Jin people nor the Khitans do not have large-scale naval forces. If the Song Dynasty could have an overwhelming naval force, it could indeed echo the land and effectively curb them.

But... a trace of pain flashed in Zhao Ji's eyes, Jianshui Master... wanted money!

There are some money, Zhao Ji, who still stores 1 billion chunks of money in his private warehouse. These are all copied from Hua Shigang. Zhao Ji was afraid of poverty in the past few years. The income and expenditure of the court had become unbalanced, and the cost of the palace could be saved. This time, he made such a fortune. According to Zhao Ji's idea, he planned to build a palace and build the rest as his own tomb.

He was prominent in his lifetime and even more glorious after his death. Zhao Ji asked the Ministry of Rites and Works a few days ago, and roughly revealed the meaning of expanding the tomb. This is the top priority he has taken to catch. After a moment of thinking, Zhao Ji finally understood Chen Ao's intention. This guy... turned out to be interested in my coffin book.

His face immediately became gloomy. Zhao Ji glared at Chen Ao. The more he looked at Chen Ao, the more he felt the smile on Chen Ao's face was full of sinister and cunning, and said lightly: "Let's discuss this matter again."

Chen Ao curled his lips and said nothing more. In fact, he was the most unfair. He only thought about Jianshui Master and had a happy ending. Unexpectedly, Zhao Ji suddenly became cold and hot, thinking that he was thinking about other people's coffin. Chen Ao didn't think deeper.

Seeing that Chen Ao didn't speak, Zhao Ji was confused again. If this guy really thought about me, he would definitely say something else, but why is he speechless now? After spending time with Shen Ao for a long time, he naturally knew Chen Ao's style of dealing with people. Zhao Ji didn't know Chen Ao's plan for a while and coughed: "I ask you, how much money does it cost to build a navy?"

Chen Ao thought to himself: "I just said I would discuss it again, but now I'm asking again." After thinking about it, he said: "Since it's a navy, the cost of money must be quite large. When various ships are built, it must be equipped with a large number of artillery and sudden muskets. This item alone requires at least hundreds of millions of stakes. Your Majesty, it's time to build a navy. It's time to spend more. The cost of maintenance and repair will be low in the future. Gripping our teeth, we can't stand it? In addition to this, recruiting sailors, cultivating talents, and establishing a new army is also a expense. Everything is difficult at the beginning. The most important thing now is to cultivate a group of talents first. Although it is not easy to build a strong navy, it doesn't have to form combat power soon. As long as we can run rampant in front of the Jin and Khitans."

Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief. It was indeed a hundred million yuan, but he couldn't take it out. He was still within his acceptance range. But at this time, he must not nod and leave this guy first, so he saved the promise too much. He changed his words and asked for a price all over the place. He laughed and changed the topic: "I have been waiting for so long, but the team has not come yet. Look, everyone is anxious. Should I send someone to urge me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky seemed to be gloomy and rumbling sounds came from afar. On the horizon, black shadows appeared one by one, and in an instant, joy thundered.

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The battalion officials and squadron officials rode their horses and looked at the outline of the huge city in the distance, their hearts were filled with excitement. They had only a little understanding of the concept of honor instilled in the school, but at this time, they realized that the so-called honor was so wonderful, and the cheers that were higher than the waves were so pleasant.

Fighting on the battlefield, corpse wrapped in horses, it’s worth it!

"Listen to my orders, each battalion and squadron line up, and the Central Army camp came to my side." Han Shizhong sat on the horse, and gave orders with the flag-holding soldiers. He blushed, his hands clenched the reins excitedly, and wandered in front of the team: "Hurry, let Your Majesty and the people of the world see the military appearance of our Martial Preparation School and the Horse Army."

The messy marching array immediately began to surge, and the teams gathered at the squadron and the squadrons gathered at the base camp. In an instant, a series of neat teams began to show their prototypes.

Many soldiers were covered with hemostatic strips on their hands, feet, heads and shoulders, and some had scarlet scars on their faces, mixed in the team, but they didn't feel abrupt at all. One person proudly raised his chest, which was even more nervous than before the battle.

The lieutenants were able to maintain their composure and began to regulate and correct the actions of the imperial guards, but these horse soldiers were different. In their opinion, it was natural to eat food when they were in the army, and it was natural to charge and disperse. Everyone was just a matter of making a living. It was pitiful that although the new Lord Shen was vicious and extremely harsh, he gave them double the salary so that they would not starve and freeze. For this, they were already grateful and no longer asked for anything else.

But today, when I heard the cheers, it was said that the official family was coming in person, and the meaning was different. Suddenly, they felt tall and mighty, as if a group of locusts became heroes overnight. This kind of heroic taste taught them to first sort out the military appearance, see if Fan Yang's hat was slanted, then see if the chest snail was neat, then use a knife to scrape off the soil under the boots, slap the dust on the ***, and after tidying it up, they suddenly felt that they had a new look, as if by virtue of this look, walking under the eyes of the official family will definitely attract the attention of the official.

"Old Wu, see if my back is dirty?"

"Team officer, how are I doing like this?"

"Hey, should I take off the hemostatic cloth? My head is wrapped like this, and I will definitely be made fun of." The person who said this was a young imperial guard who was injured in his head and was wrapped as an Indian San.

Everyone burst into laughter: "Go to yours, take this off, will you give your bowl of scars?"

The battalion officer rode his horse and shouted: "Stop making a fuss, are you ready for something?"

There were squadron officials over there saying, "Sir, the first squadron has been prepared." "The fourth squadron has been prepared."...

The camp officer waved his hand: "Don't be chaotic in formation. Just like usual practice, look at the camp flag, pay attention to the companions around you, and set off!"

The queues slowly came towards Bianjing, and many people from afar could not see clearly. This sense of expectation made everyone hold their breath and stare at the wriggling black shadows in the distance.

Zhao Ji seemed a little excited and leaned over to look into the distance. He sat high and naturally looked far away. The outline of the black shadow was a neat square array without any confusion. Zhao Ji couldn't help but secretly applaud. It would be nothing if the eight hundred lieutenants had read in the past. After all, there were eight hundred people. The neat line was pleasing to the eye, but compared with the more than ten thousand uniform military horses, the effect was much worse.

He said to Chen Ao: "Chen Ao, why are the soldiers you lead always different from others? In just a few months, the Ma Junshi became like this, which opened my eyes."

Chen Ao smiled faintly and said, "Without any man, I have this ability. My real credit should be the captain of the Martial Arts School. If they had not been dispersed into the Ma Junsi, they would not have achieved this effect today."

Zhao Ji laughed: "That's also your credit. It's not that you set up a martial arts school, where does the lieutenant come from? In the past, you told me that point is used instead of faces. Now I understand. Since the lieutenant is point, the imperial guard is faces, right?"

Chen Ao said: "That's about it."

At this time, the crowd cheered again. It turned out that the square formation of the Central Military Camp was approaching. Although it was still far away, people could already be seen. This was the case for the people. One person cheered, and the others were also excited and uncontrollable. The cheers burst out from the crowd rushed to the sky and echoed for a long time.

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Chapter completed!