In fact, many remote places had received orders from the Privy Council long before the edict was issued.

Also on the fifth day of February, Liaodong Daofu soldiers gathered in Shenzhou.

It's called a "big gathering", but that's just what it means. Two thousand people were dispatched.

After all, the local situation is not that stable, and the government soldiers are the local anchors. Putting them together from all the prefectures, there are almost 2,000 people.

"Chen Dalang, you've made a fortune. This fur coat, tsk tsk. I tell you, you don't need to wear it properly when going to war. If it gets torn or dirty, will you feel bad?"

"I'm happy, what? Even if it's broken, go hunting in your spare time and skin a few naughty foxes. It's very simple."

"There are so many foxes in Xianzhou? Xianzhou is mostly wilderness, so it seems you have to go to the mountains to find good ones."

"Your deerskin armor is nice, where did it come from?"

"Ask someone to go to Guijingling Prison in Andong Prefecture to find Li Zizi who made it. Li Zizi used to be a famous leatherworker in Bozhou Dingding, and his craftsmanship is very good."

"Why is he here?"

"I committed a crime and was exiled."

It was still early, and the soldiers were chatting in the open space.

They were all acquaintances, and had been scattered to various states and counties for resettlement. Except for centralized training, they hardly saw each other on weekdays. When they got together in Shenzhou, they were still very cordial to each other.

It's cold today, but no one is too afraid.

Everyone was wearing thick fur coats, their faces were smeared with pig ointment, and they were wearing leather gloves.

Not far away, there were many tribesmen wearing sheepskin coats, each leading two horses.

A horse is used for people to ride on, and it can also be used to charge and kill when necessary, but they are infantry and there is no need for that.

A horse carries miscellaneous things, mainly armor, weapons and the like.

It can be seen that the economic conditions of the soldiers are very good.

Weapons and equipment were made by ourselves, horses were raised by ourselves, and we even prepared the food we needed from home to the assembly area. We were accompanied by troops and servants to help us, which was very luxurious.

This is the original appearance of Fubing!

In the later period of Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty, what kind of ghosts were the government soldiers who cultivated more than ten acres of land and were so poor that they even harmed themselves and had to run away from service?

During the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, who were the soldiers who were on the verge of bankruptcy and sent to Yunnan to fight in shackles by Yang Guozhong?

The soldiers were chatting outside, and the officers were warming themselves by the fire inside.

"Will there be Nanman coming again this year?" someone asked.

"Yes, I heard there are at least five thousand households."

"There are a lot of Nanman coming. In fact, I don't like them very much. They are quite stupid. When winter comes, they are like frozen snakes. You can find out by asking around. There are often some who can't survive."

"It's not as good as people from Jiangxi, Huainan, and Hunan who can bear the cold."

"How was the harvest at home last year?"

"I harvested more than 270 bushels of wheat. The land is so fat. It's really good."

"Yes, my family has been farming for three years. The first year was a wasteland and the harvest was not good. The second year we could only make do. The third year we only produced more than 200 dendrobium."

"When the saint placed us in Liaodong, many people still complained, but now they have nothing to say. Except for the cold weather in winter, there is really nothing to say about food."

"It's not just food. Hunting is also a huge source of income. There are so many wastelands outside that no one cares about. Even if you send your children to herd sheep, you can still raise dozens or hundreds of them."

The officers' discussion mainly focused on family management.

The soldiers of the government do not pay taxes or perform corvee service, but only perform military service. The harvest of more than 200 dendrobiums of grain a year is divided 50-50 by those who are conscientious and the tribes have more than 100 dendrobiums.

The soldiers of the Forbidden Army were given three liters of flour a day when they went on an expedition, which was only nine bushels of grain a month, and less than eleven bushels of grain a year. How could the whole family of the soldiers of the Imperial Guard eat all the food?

Even if the second generation is separated and only half of the land is left, a normal army of soldiers can still be maintained.

At the beginning of the founding of the Tang Dynasty, one hundred and forty acres of land were granted to the soldiers. This was passed down to Emperor Gaozong and was destroyed during the reign of Empress Wu. It was at least the third or fourth generation of soldiers.

If we restrict the division of the Fu Bing's fields and preserve their property as much as possible, it can last longer. But parents love their children, and if the Fu Bing masters give birth to a bunch of boys and must divide the family property, the government will not be able to control it.

If it's so thin, there's nothing you can do about it.

All in all, it is difficult for military households like Fubing, who are usually scattered in places and train alone, to rebel. It is indeed a good low-cost solution for border areas. The only trouble is that it is limited by the contradiction between people and land. Sooner or later,

corrupt.

But Daxia is still the first generation of soldiers, and they were professional warriors before, and their combat effectiveness is very strong. Without them, Liaodong would not be so stable.

"Dongdongdong..." The drum sounded three times.

The officers immediately stood up and headed outside.

The two thousand soldiers also stopped laughing and stood in silence with their weapons in hand.

Wang Yanzhang came from outside the camp and looked at the whole place.

In fact, he had received a new appointment as the Youyi envoy of the Tielin Army. However, the transfer order also said that he would first lead the Liaodong soldiers and horses to the west, and then take up the post after the battle.

I have a lot of emotions about this matter.

When Bianzhou City fell, he followed Zhu Quanzhong and fled to Weibo. Compared with the generals in Henan, he surrendered later and his attitude was even worse.

The delay so far is not without reason.

Thinking about it, I am already fifty-two years old. Although I feel that my strength has not diminished and my strength is unparalleled, but think about it carefully, is that really the case?

It can only be said that fate has its way with people!

"Roll roll call! Those who fail to arrive after three calls will be reported to the government and sent troops to arrest them." Wang Yanzhang calmed down and ordered.

The military officials called the roll according to the roll call. As a result, everyone was present and no one was absent.

"Let's go! The destination is Lingzhou." Wang Yanzhang didn't waste any time. He waved his hand and set out on the road.

The sun broke through the leaden gray clouds and illuminated the earth.

On the gray wilderness in the western suburbs of Shenzhou, two thousand soldiers, equipped with their own armor, horses and equipment, lined up in a long queue, obeying the sage's orders, and surged westwards.

******

Outside Zimeng County, Sun Dezhao, the commander of Baosheng County Prince's Palace, was seeing off Lu Chongju, the chief secretary.

Also accompanying Lu Chongju were the Jurchen chiefs from the Five Prefectures of Baolu.

It was not easy for these Jurchens to come.

The news didn't spread until the end of November. In December, they gathered and headed south. They first took a dog sledge to Longquan Mansion, then rode west to meet in Baosheng Prefecture.

In fact, there are still some Shiwei tribe leaders. But they did not come together. It can even be said that most of the Shiwei tribe did not come. After all, only seven or eight tribes received the canonization of the country, but there were two Shiwei tribes living in the north.

As many as ten.

"Do you want me to send some sergeants to accompany you?" Prince Baosheng has not yet taken over the vassal status, so Wang Fu can only do it on his behalf. Considering that there are so many ferocious-looking Tibetan leaders, Sun Dezhao is worried that Lu Chongju will be harmed by them, so

asked.

"There are only a thousand sergeants in the state, how many can we send? It doesn't matter." Lu Chongju said with a bitter smile.

"Be careful along the way." Sun Dezhao didn't know what to say when Lu Chongju insisted.

"Farewell!" Lu Chongju bowed his hands and set out on the road with more than a dozen tribal leaders in the state.

The leaders of Jurchen and Shiwei hurriedly followed, happily.

Each of them brought dozens or even hundreds of followers. Lu Chongju knew that the Tibetan people were greedy for small profits and came to collect rewards.

But - it seems they don't think so.

"The Wanyan clan has made a fortune, and the Wuyan clan and the Tudan clan have also produced several rising stars."

"This time we have to make an agreement with the saint to let our children follow the Western Expedition and serve in the army."

"I still remember when the saint danced by the Meituo Lake. It has been several years now."

"The saint also ate raw deer tongue, haha. At that time, I thought he couldn't eat it."

Lu Chongju listened with a smile.

The Tibetan people are vulgar and uncultured. They dare to say anything and do anything. They are simple and straightforward. If they like you, they will be good at everything. If you don't like them, they may turn against you.

"Yes, I was staring at the saint's expression, but I didn't see anything."

"The saint is a man. If he dies, I will wear sackcloth and mourn him."

"That's called Zhensu. It means wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety."

"Yes, my entire family is pure."

"It would be great if the saint fell in love with my daughter. Give me a grandson and I will give him the tribe. I have several sons in my family who get angry when they look at them. They drink alcohol all day long and even steal my concubines."

"Don't your concubine often use it to entertain guests?"

"Enter guests, not sons."

"Your concubine also gave birth to two sons, right? I don't think they are your son."

"It doesn't matter whose father he is, he will be raised as his son and he will have a few more warriors."
To be continued...