Until noon, some generals slowly withdrew their troops and came to the government office to meet Zhu Jun to report the results of the battle. The problem arises. The first Burmese general to enter the palace reported that his troops had killed 3,100 Siamese soldiers. Zhu Jun waved his hand and rewarded him with a heavy blow!

Immediately afterwards, the second and the third Burmese generals came in. This one reported two thousand and the other reported four thousand. In the end, more and more people were. Zhu Jun finally found the problem. All the Siamese people totaled only 30,000, but the Burmese generals who came back first reported more than 50,000 enemies.

The original military merit system of the Ming Dynasty was calculated by counting the number of heads. The more heads you cut, the greater the achievements, the more it will be. This also led to the repeated bans of many generals killing innocent people and making contributions. Zhu Jun abolished this article as early as the army was reorganized. But now, Zhu Jun realized that this system is not completely useless. Just like in front of you, you can repay merit without a head. Who doesn’t want to report more achievements? Anyway, the more you say it, the better.

Zhu Jun's face was gradually getting angry. At this time, he was not feeling good about the attack, just stroked the table and lowered his eyebrows without saying a word.

When the generals came together, the number of Siamese soldiers killed after the report reached 94,000, which was three times more than the Siamese army, not counting the number of captured ones.

Zhu Jun glanced at Zhang Youde in the hall. Among the commanders of the Southern Army, the number of enemies he claimed was pretty normal. Only Zhang Youde reported 5,700 people. Needless to say, the total number of people in the Zhongyong Camp was only 1,000. Even if he could meet so many Siamese soldiers, he would not stand and let you kill. One person killed five enemy troops on average. Obviously, there was a lot of water.

Since we need to rectify military discipline, of course we must start with our own direct line, otherwise Myanmar will inevitably be dissatisfied.

Zhu Jun suppressed the evil fire in his heart, and his deep eyes locked Zhang Youdedao: "Zhang Aiqing, can I clearly reward and punishment?"

Zhang Youde didn't know why the emperor asked this, and hurriedly said, "My emperor's rewards and punishments were clearly distinguished and properly dispatched. In a moment, 30,000 Siamese people were killed. The wise and wise and martial emperor of the ancient Qin and Han Wu were still afraid that they would not be able to do it."

Seeing that the emperor looked angry, Zhang Youde quickly flattered him carefully. He was already a middle-aged man, and he was more sleeker than young generals such as Mu Jianming, Li Xiao, and Wang Qiu. Although he was loyal to Zhu Jun, he was never vague when flattering him.

Zhu Jun was most disgusted by the generals who were smooth and flattering. He sneered and said, "No, the Siamese people obviously have an army of 100,000, but how did it become 30,000 to your mouth? What's more, if I have a clear reward and punishment, why would anyone come out to make a contribution?" Zhu Jun's face turned ugly when he said this. He slapped the table and said, "Are you blind and can't you see your ghost tricks?"

Zhang Youde was stunned. This sentence was a heart-wrenching sentence. His face turned pale. He hurriedly bowed and said, "My general deserves to die. He only killed 1,200 Siamese people last night. Mo general was greedy for merit and falsely reported his achievements. Please forgive me." Zhang Youde begged for mercy while kowtowing. His forehead was covered with blood.

Zhang Youde is the oldest commander of the Ming army. He has a good relationship with Mu Jianming, Li Xiao, Wang Qiu and others on weekdays. He has not put on any airs. At this time, Mu Jianming, Li Xiao and others can't help but look at him. Other Burmese generals were even more guilty and stared at the boots under their feet with anxiety.

Zhu Jun couldn't help but feel a little regretful when he saw Zhang Youde's appearance. He knew that Zhang Youde was the man. When Yongli entered Burma, many Ming troops dispersed one after another. Only Zhang Youde followed Yongli unswervingly and tried his best to maintain it. At that time, Zhu Jun traveled to this world and Zhang Youde sent people to find the land. Although there were some minor problems, this loyalty was unmatched. But at this moment, the arrow was on the string. If it was not triggered, I would probably not be able to continue this drama of killing the chicken to warn the monkey. So he turned his heart and said angrily: "You can falsely report your achievements today. You may falsely report something tomorrow. Let me tell you how I trust you in the future."

Zhu Jun increased his voice: "Come on. Take the sacred Zhang Youde down and behead him and show him to the public."

As soon as these words were said, the generals suddenly seemed to think that they had heard it wrong. The generals of Burmese were even more frightened. Zhang Youde was the emperor's confidant and wanted to behead him. So how could he be better than others?

The guards at the door couldn't help but look at each other when they heard Zhu Jun's words. They paused with a little hesitation. At this time, they heard Zhu Jun say: "You're not taking off the armor and helmet of the sinner Zhang Youde, and forked it out to behead him."

"Emperor!" The Ming generals reacted and knelt down and begged for Zhang Youde: "Although Commander Zhang lied to report his achievements, the last general asked the emperor to spare his life for his usual loyalty and make him commit crimes and meritorious."

Mu Jianming, Li Xiao, and Wang Qiu all knelt down. The commander Tongzhi, Qianhu and other generals behind him also knelt all over the ground.

"Emperor." Zhou Mubai also stood up. He was a clear person. He could see at a glance that the emperor was not really trying to kill Zhang Youde, but just wanted to knock the mountain and shock the tiger. At that time, everyone pleaded for him together. The emperor had a step to go, so he naturally changed the death penalty to a living crime: "Although Commander Zhang falsely reported his military achievements, the achievements of this battlefield were real. The emperor clearly rewarded and punished him. He should not only punish Commander Zhang for falsely reporting his military achievements, but also rewarded him for leading the Zhongyong Camp overnight to chase and kill the Siamese people. Therefore, the minister thought that Commander Zhang had committed the merits and demerits, and he could punish him for a little punishment."

"Please forgive General Zhang by His Majesty." The Burmese generals were sad and sad, and they also knelt down one after another.

Seeing that the intimidation was almost done, Zhu Jun said with a face: "Zhang Youde, since your colleagues are willing to plead for you, I will forgive you for your death penalty, but your death penalty can be avoided, and you cannot escape the death penalty. I will punish you for beating twenty military sticks in front of the government office. Are you convinced?"

Zhang Youde was tortured by Zhu Jun. Before he could come back to his senses, he paused for a moment before saying, "I am willing to be punished."

Two personal soldiers Zhang Youde came out, and soon, there were sounds of slaughtering outside the government office. Twenty military sticks were originally extremely severe punishments, and many people died under the military stick before they were beaten. However, Zhu Jun thought that Zhang Youde was quite famous in the Ming army, and those personal soldiers who were executing the execution should not be serious.

After dealing with Zhang Youde, Zhu Jun raised a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered: "There are only 30,000 soldiers in the Siamese army. Now there are 90,000 enemies who have reported to me. I want to know where the extra 60,000 enemies who have been killed?"

The black general knelt all over the ground, and the Burmese generals were even more arrogant and dared not show up. Zhu Jun continued, "Isn't anyone surrendered? Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude."

Zhu Jun's voice was chilling and a less courageous Burmese general had already begged: "Your Majesty the Emperor, I will kill 421 Siamese people in the end, and falsely report 2,500. Please ask Your Emperor to surrender your crime."

The government office immediately became quiet, and the Burmese generals buried their heads between their arms as if they were sitting on pins and needles, and watched Zhu Jun's hair fall tremblingly.

Zhu Jun sat leisurely in front of the hall without saying a word, half-squinted his eyes, as if he was asleep.

A moment later, another Burmese general kowtowed and said, "The last time he was killed by his troops, he falsely claimed 1,900 people. He asked the Emperor to surrender his crime."

Zhu Jun's eyes opened, he glanced at the Burmese generals under the hall, and closed them slightly. Although Zhu Jun did not make any noise, these guilty Burmese generals were more furious than Long Yan. Under the powerful pressure, the Burmese generals wearing heavy armor were already sweating profusely. Then another Burmese general kowtowed: "The last general's troops killed 173 Siamese people, falsely reported 980 people, and finally the last general realized that they were wrong."

Immediately afterwards, more and more Burmese generals kowtowed and admitted their mistakes. Only then did the Burmese generals realize that this gentle emperor was not foolish either.

After everyone reported the number, Zhu Jun made a rough calculation in his heart and found that the number was almost consistent. Then he opened his eyes and said, "Commander Zhang Youde is my confidant and beloved general. I can't bear to blame him for twenty military sticks. Since you are asking for punishment, let me tell you how many military sticks should I beat you."

The confidants of the direct line were all beaten by twenty military sticks. The Burmese generals knew that the holy family was not even considered a hair compared to Zhang Youde, so they said one after another: "I am willing to receive thirty military sticks, and I will never dare to do it again from now on."

"No." Zhu Jun seemed to always have that calm expression, and he shook his head.

The Burmese generals were all frightened. Thirty military sticks were the limit. If they were to add them, they would have to die. But at this moment, seeing Zhu Jun shook his head, he had to bite the bullet and said, "I am willing to receive forty military sticks in the end."

Zhu Jun finally smiled faintly on his face, and he hit the table with a knuckle rhythm and said, "According to me, everyone can go to get the 15th army sticks, but I have something to say first, so I will not behead him or her. If Zhang Youde makes any mistakes in his military achievements, I will immediately behead him and show him the public. Do you understand if you are with him?

The Burmese generals were overjoyed and thanked them all. Although they were going to be beaten by the fifteenth army, the emperor's confidant general was beaten twenty times, and no one was dissatisfied.

Zhang Youde was beaten. Although the executioner did not beat him too hard, he also made his butt so hard that he had to lie in the camp to rest. A personal soldier brought him hot water and dipped it with a cloth to stick it on Zhang Youde's bloody buttocks. After hitting the military stick, the most important thing was to apply a golden sore medicine to apply a hot towel to activate the blood. Otherwise, the root of the disease would inevitably fall. Zhang Youde was in pain, but he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. He hummed a few words and said to the personal soldier: "Is anyone in the camp laughing at me? Go and inquire, hey, my old Zhang's reputation for my life may be ruined. How can I be embarrassed to go out to see people in the future?"

The personal soldier replied with a smile: "Although it is contrary to the national law to take advantage of military merits, it is also falsely reported to the brothers in our brave camp. It is too late for the brothers to be grateful, so no one can laugh at the Lord."

Zhang Youde felt relieved, but still felt that this matter was embarrassing. He was both an old man in the entire Southern Army and was considered older. This kind of spanking was always his fault for beating soldiers who violated military orders, but now it has fallen on his head. This matter must have been spread everywhere.
Chapter completed!