Perhaps it was because Zhu Cixuan had been treating him politely before, or perhaps it was because of the appearance of the guards of the Eastern Palace that convinced him, Cai Maode said frankly: "I only have these three thousand soldiers in my hand, including one thousand governor Biao camp, and I was personally led by me. The other two thousand were led by Deputy General Chen Shangzhi. These three thousand soldiers were already stretched to defend Fenzhou and Pingyang, so how could they send troops deep into Qin?"

"There are only three thousand soldiers in Shanxi?" Zhu Ciyang didn't believe it.

"There are also deputy general Xiong Tong leading two thousand troops to guard the upper reaches." Cai Maode said to him: "General General Zhou, general, led 1,000 troops to rectify defense in Daizhou."

Zhu Cilang was speechless.

The important town on the Nine-sided Ming Dynasty started from Yalu River in the east and Jiayuguan in the west, like a giant dragon. Taiyuan Town in Shanxi is located on the "waist" of this giant dragon. The waist is the home of the kidneys. People who practice martial arts know that all their strength is rising and sinking at the waist. If the waist is damaged, it is destined to be exhausted by the sickbed, and in the country, it will be in danger of collapse.

Such an important city, the last line of defense that guards Shenjing can only drive 6,000 soldiers! The number of soldiers in Shanxi during the Chengzu period is ten times more than this number!

"Your Highness, since Emperor Xuanzong's reign, the northern troops have been prepared for borders and the southern troops have been transported. Now Huguang is surrounded by soldiers, and the southern troops are not transported enough. Shanxi is already in a bitter and cold place, and the land is barren. How can we support soldiers?" Cai Maode looked bitter. He had originally believed in Buddhism and practiced the precepts and was so thin that he was almost disfigured. Even the crown and robe were worn on his body, and now it was even more exhausted day and night, just like the bitter-faced arhat.

"That shouldn't be..." Zhu Cilang was speechless. He brought more soldiers than available in Shanxi. He originally wanted to come and enjoy a big family, but now it seems that he is a big family.

"Your Highness," Cai Maode bowed deeply, "I beg your Highness to inform King Xihe and King Jiaocheng. Donate some silver, grain and clothing! Otherwise, these three thousand soldiers would be embarrassed to fight!"

Zhu Cilang took a deep breath and slowly vomited it out after a long time. He nodded and said, "I will send someone to talk to the two princes of Jinfan, but the Eastern Palace Guards still follow me to go to Taiyuan and return to the court." According to the Ming Dynasty, the food and salary of the guest army is supplied by the prefectures and counties along the way. If it is in its prime, the army only needs to find the shortest and fastest route. Each prefecture and county have some food for the army to eat. Now, it must choose a city with grain to travel, otherwise the army may be cut off.

When Zhu Cilang wanted to return to Beijing, he naturally had to follow this rule and he would not fly over from a barren and deserted land. When Cai Maode heard that the crown prince was going to Taiyuan, he looked like he wanted to speak but stopped, and finally said: "If Your Highness goes to Taiyuan, he can stay in the Prince of Jin's Mansion."

It is necessary for the "ritual" to live in the Prince of Jin's Mansion. As long as you think about the relatives in the countryside who always have to live at home, you can understand how powerful the tradition of "kissing" is. However, it is pointed out by the governor. This has a profound meaning.

Zhu Cilang took it as unaware, nodded, continued the military discussion, and did not let the issue go astray. Because he thought that Shanxi was not a place to stay for a long time, there were no defensive soldiers, and there were no natural barriers available. Even if he won several local battles, it would be impossible to reverse the entire situation. Instead, he would be dragged to death... Zhu Cilang decided not to consume unnecessary money in Shanxi. Go to the scheduled base area - Shandong as soon as possible.

Since he made a strategic decision, Zhu Cilang assigned tasks in an orderly manner. Except for Xiao Mo and Xiao Donglou, who were sniping the robbers and pursuers behind the palace, all the other matters were followed and there was no dispute. This also opened Cai Maode's eyes - he had only seen generals who were shirking each other's responsibility and refused to work hard, and had never seen the army scrambling to fight.

"Above, the military command quickly drafted the order, and the bell mark was issued immediately after it was issued." Zhu Cixuan finished his explanation and looked around on the spot. He said neatly: "A meeting ended!"

"Classic!" Tian Cunshan stood forward and announced loudly.

The Eastern Palace has simplified all the etiquettes that can be simplified, and even to the point where one word can be saved if one word can be saved.

The officers stood up when they heard the sound and gently beat their left chest with their right fists, which was considered a military salute.

This was the first time Cai Maode saw such a banned army. He was dumbfounded and was at a loss as to how he should bow and bow down. He was about to retreat with the officers, and suddenly heard the crown prince shouting: "Mr. Cai, take a step back, I will talk to you."

Cai Maode quickly stopped and waited respectfully for the training.

Zhu Cilang smiled, walked off the main seat, sat casually on a seat, patted the armrest of the chair beside him: "Sit, sir."

"I am afraid!" Cai Maode immediately bowed and fell to the ground.

The seats around the crown prince are what he can do!

"It's okay, please sit down and talk." Zhu Cixuan insisted.

Cai Maode then slowly got up and sat next to each other carefully, which was even more tiring than standing.

Zhu Cilang smiled in his heart. It was really time for Wu or Xu Dun to show him.

But this feeling of being awe... is indeed much better than being ignored.

Zhu Cilang cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Cai seems to have something to say just now."

"Yes." Cai Maode felt grateful for the courtesy of the Crown Prince, and stood up and bowed: "Your Highness! I have received letters from the King of Jin in a row and asked me to summon me back to Taiyuan. I am unable to make up my mind. I beg your Highness to make a decision."

"But something happened in Taiyuan?" Zhu Cixuan asked.

"With General Xiong patrols the river and General Zhou guards Daizhou, what's going on in Taiyuan?" Cai Maode said helplessly: "It's just that His Highness King Jin is too careful."

Those who are careful are timid.

Zhu Cilang understood what Cai Maode meant. The governor wanted to use him as a shield. As long as the Eastern Palace Guard Camp went to Taiyuan, he could continue to stay in Pingyang to prevent Li Zicheng from crossing the river. Understanding Cai Maode's painstaking efforts, Zhu Cilang felt sincerely that comparing goods would be thrown away, and people would die! As the crown prince himself, he held the Shangfang sword and Longjie, and could not even transfer Sun Chuanting, saying that he was dissatisfied with a county magistrate... Cai Maode would actually be troubled by the handwritten letter of a vassal king without real power!

If Cai Maode was asked to governor Shaanxi, he might be able to pull some strong men away.

"I will go to the King of Jin to say that Mr. Cai will keep safe in Pingyang." Zhu Cilan looked at the high map of Shanxi from afar: "If Hejin falls, Pingyang will fall; if Pingyang falls, Shanxi will fall. If the thief gets Shanxi, there will be no more defenses in front of him."

"I will definitely live up to your highness and live up to the expectations of the Holy Emperor!" Cai Maode responded.

Zhu Cilang nodded, comforted him a few more words, and said, "Sir, go back to the camp earlier to see the matter, military affairs are the first."

Cai Maode then bowed. As soon as he walked out of the central army tent, he saw Tian Cunshan coming out as well. Although he was puzzled why the middle-aged official also had a unique military rank on his shoulders, Cai Maode would not doubt the prince's eyes. Tian Cunshan smiled slightly at Cai Maode, passed by, and shouted loudly: "Military Command!"

The clerk on duty at the Military Command was a civilian officer, and he also had the rank of military rank, but was just a second lieutenant. Seeing that the general instructor called him, he hurried forward and saluted. Tian Cunshan said, "Why do you say you are leaving? No one is left in the central army's tent? Your Highness has a military order to issue, go quickly."

The bookkeeper danced for a long time before he remembered the military salute. It was obvious that he was a new job. He quickly walked into the central army tent.

Cai Maode saw it and thought of his chaotic military camp, and sighed in his heart: There is indeed a strong military atmosphere in the East Palace! When he returned to Pingyang Camp, he saw that the Jin soldiers were weak, either scattered in groups of three or three, or lying in broad daylight to rest, and it was like chewing three pounds of bitter coptis chinensis, and he didn't want to say anything.

When the prefect Zhang Zhenran saw that the head of the department came back, he hurried to greet him. Seeing that Cai Maode was in a heavy mind all the way, he couldn't help but comfort him: "But the crown prince doesn't know the pain of the love?"

Cai Maode then spoke: "Duanben is a talented person, with the appearance of a saint emperor and a wise king. Today I heard that he sent soldiers and generals, and his words were reasonable and detailed. Looking at the generals of the Eastern Palace, the heroic spirit is not as good as the famous generals in the past, but they all bow their heads in front of the hall, like a child meeting his commander. From this we can see that your highness really has a talent that is not the world's commander."

Pingyang Mansion was slightly surprised when he heard this, and knew that Cai Maode never flattered, especially did not do such things behind his back. He just kept his trust and suspected that it was because the governor had too little knowledge.

Cai Maode didn't know that every strategy mentioned by the Crown Prince Zhu Cilang today was not something that was thought out by a person, but the most preferred item obtained by collecting data from the entire staff team and summarizing and analyzing it. As Zhu Cilang's main military force, the Eastern Palace Guard Battalion has formed a relatively systematic staff system. Although the Ming army generals went to war in the past and had the "central army" as the chief of staff, the number and influence of the Eastern Palace staff are not comparable to those of the past dynasties.

This is also because Zhu Ciyang lacks mature officers, which military chief has to accept the opinions of the staff. If placed in other military towns, which general is not majestic and domineering, and is a domineering person? Sometimes even knowing that it is a wrong decision, he has to persist for personal dignity.

There is no such problem in the East Palace. Many staff members have older military qualifications and experience than the chief officers. The East Palace Code also requires that the staff reports of combat units above the bureau should be summarized every ten days and work reports should be made. This gives the staff greater voice. Even if the chief officer does not agree with the opinions of the staff, he cannot ignore it casually. He must record and explain it in the combat readiness/operation diary.

When you lack real experience, you can only use this stupid method to make up for it. The so-called three bad generals are better than Zhuge Liang. As long as the military chief officer is determined enough and the staff members are willing to use their brains, they can always beat those troops that rely heavily on the personal abilities of the generals with their team strength.

Moreover, with such division of labor, the Eastern Palace armed forces fundamentally eliminated the possibility of warlords being derived from the roots and mountains. Zhu Cilang would not have to worry about who was among the generals who were so powerful that they were shocked by their subordinates.

The seed has been planted and a tender bud has been drawn, but it still takes time and space to wait for it to grow into a towering tree!
Chapter completed!