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Text Three Hundred and Twenty-Four: Reorganizing the Army (Part 1)

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    The afternoon sun was dazzling and fierce, making people feel hot and sweaty all over.  Wang Beixing was accustomed to the dry and cold conditions at the frontier, and suddenly came to the Central Plains. In this hot summer, he was sweating all over, and the sweat soaked the military robe behind him.

    Before entering the door, he lowered his head and adjusted his military robe and sword. Just as he was about to step in, he saw Meng Ju coming out from inside.  The Governor of Northern Xinjiang, who was dressed in a thin silk scholar uniform, shouted to Wang Beixing: "Beixing, you come here dressed so neatly on this hot day, aren't you making yourself uncomfortable?"

    Wang Beixing smiled and clasped his fists in salute: "Grand Governor, I will pay homage to Shangguan in the future, so I won't do it unless you dress neatly."

    "Hey, Bei Xing, I'm not in the office today, so I'm going to ask you to come over to my house for a quick meal. If you make it so neat for me, I won't dare to come to your door next time. Come on, come in quickly - who is it? Come on, take it with you.  Follow Wang Shuai to change clothes, take off this robe, and come here fresh and fresh."

    The guards led Wang Beixing to change clothes. After a while, Wang Beixing changed into a shirtless singlet and came out. He was holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand. He was feeling refreshed. He smiled and handed over to Meng Ju: "Thank you, Commander-in-Chief.  Enjoy the clothes."

    "I said Lao Wang, we brothers haven't been together for a long time. I specially invited you to dinner today to express our friendship. Can you please stop using that bezoar dog treasure to disgust me?"

    Wang Beixing smiled, sat down, and crossed his legs leisurely.

    Meng Ju called his guards to bring them wine and food. The two of them set up a dinner table in the yard. The dishes were just a few stir-fries, including vegetables and meat, and the wine was fine wine. The two drank and chatted for a while.  The breeze blowing through the hall made everyone feel comfortable.

    "Speaking of which, we, Old Wang, are also unlucky. I heard that you, boss, have started fighting with the imperial court, so we rushed here quickly. Unexpectedly, within two days of arriving, the prince came from the court to negotiate with you, boss. We  I came all the way here and didn¡¯t even win a battle, so my luck is really bad.¡±

    "Hehe, I really can't see it in Dongping. Beixing, when did you become so fond of fighting?"

    Wang Beixing smiled bitterly, he was not really crazy.  How could anyone like to fight and fight?  But we can't do it without fighting. Look at our own soldiers and horses. They are still wearing the same old leather jackets from a few years ago. Their weapons and armors are so old that they are covered with dirt.  On the contrary, it was several brigades of troops who followed Meng Ju southward.  After they fought several real battles with the imperial court, they made a fortune just by capturing them, and now their equipment is all brand new.

    Especially after the peace talks, the imperial court withdrew its troops from the camp, and the Dongping Army took over the camp site.  It also took over the arsenal and logistical equipment of the camp.  Because in the previous battle in the imperial court, Wang Hu, Qi Peng, Xu Haojie and other troops served as the backbone and main force of the battle. After the war, Meng Ju discussed merit and reward.  They all became rich, and their equipment and military uniforms were immediately updated.  The soldiers took the rewards mercilessly.  As for Wang Beixing and Yi Xiaodao, who were late and could not win the battle, they could only watch others getting rich with envy.

    Looking at Wang Beixing¡¯s embarrassed smile.  Meng Ju also guessed what he was thinking.  A general is not afraid of war, but of poverty.  The soldiers were so poor that they moaned and groaned, and the generals had no face.  Wang Bei  Destruction by going back on one's word.

    Fortunately, Wang Bei

    Meng Ju raised his eyebrows: "Huh? Beixing, did you see it?"

    "Haha, it's not just me who noticed it. Everyone, including Mr. Wen and Yi Xiaodao, noticed it." Wang Beixing raised his hand to drink a glass of wine, smacked it and thought about it for a while. He said, "It was because the prince came here a while ago.  Boss, are you still having trouble getting over it?"

    Meng Ju nodded silently. Murong Yi had been gone for several days, but Meng Ju still felt uncomfortable in his heart. It was heavy, as if he was pressing something down.

    He sighed, said nothing, raised his hand and drank the wine in one gulp.

    Wang Bei  . But there is no way. He is the prince of the imperial court, and he is not the same as us. We have never been able to walk on the same road. This day is inevitable. Fortunately, we have an easy talk with him and it is not difficult for Brother Murong Yi. Forget it.  I¡¯m worthy of this friendship.¡±

    Meng Ju nodded and drank a glass of wine sullenly. Wang Beixing's words made sense, but he still couldn't understand Meng Ju's inner feelings.

    If that day, Murong Yi used his old friendship to beg Meng Ju to go south to help in the war, Meng Ju might have felt better.  But from beginning to end, Murong Yi?? didn't mention a word, which made Meng Ju feel even more guilty - Murong Yi cherished this brotherhood, and he would rather suffer no matter how hard it was, even if he died, he would not let Meng Ju be in trouble.

    In comparison, what about your own approach?

    Every time he thought of this, Meng Ju's heart felt like a piece of iron, and he felt guilty. He sighed: "Beixing, Brother Murong is indeed a good brother with sincerity and courage. I feel ashamed of him."

    "Boss, there is nothing we can do about it. You are a Han, a descendant of our Chinese people. It is only natural that you side with us Han people. Just like Prince Murong, he can only side with the Xianbei people. This is destined.  matter. We have no other way to go."

    When Wang Beixing said this, Meng Jucai felt a little better: Yes, even if things happened again and he was allowed to choose again, he would still have to make this choice, right?  As Wang Beixing said, this is destined, and he can only choose to stand on the side of his own nation.

    Sometimes, Meng Ju really envied Wang Beixing and the others. Compared with himself, these military men's thinking was simpler, more lively and concise.  For them, the enemy must be eliminated by any means necessary. As long as they choose a camp, they will immediately rush forward without mercy, even if they attack their former allies.  In comparison, the warlord himself is really indecisive and sentimental.

    Meng Ju put down his wine glass, half-smiling: "I said, Beixing, there is something in your words today. What about Xianbei and Han people? Have you heard anything about it?"

    Wang Bei  If they didn't tell me, I should have slapped their butts."

    "You know everythingthen everyone should know everything?"

    "I see that almost every officer at the brigade commander and battalion officer level doesn't know about it. In a few days, the people below will also know."

    "So, how are everyone discussing this matter? Which side do you think we should vote for? The Wei Dynasty or the Southern Tang Dynasty?"

    Wang Beixing smiled and said: "Boss, you are an invincible general in battle, but when it comes to being an official, you are an amateur. You have not expressed your position on such a big matter. Which of our subordinates dares to speak out first?

    "Whoever says more that we should vote for the Southern Dynasty, but if you, boss, decide to vote for the Wei Dynasty in the end, will he still be alive by then?"  This is a big deal, who dares to talk nonsense?  Therefore, the brigade marshals are all pretending to be confused now, and no one dares to take a stand first.  "

    Meng Ju laughed dumbly: "No wonder, no one mentioned such a big thing to me. I thought everyone didn't care about it. I bet you were just making fuss in your belly. Beixing, what about you?  Tell me, what do you think about this matter?"

    Wang Bei  Come on, you can¡¯t take it seriously.¡±

    "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. You can say whatever you want, and I'll just listen to it. Just treat it as crazy talk to get drunk. Come on, cheers!"

    The two of them poured a glass to each other and drank it down in one gulp.

    "Boss, you have a lot of soldiers under your command, but they are actually divided into two factions. One faction is the old brothers who followed you in Dongping, like me, the sixth floor brother who stayed behind in Dongping, and the left behind  Boss Lan from Jingan, Brother Xiao Heng, Jiang Hai who is in charge of Jizhou, and Wang Hu, Qi Peng, and Xu Haojie who are by your side now, all of us are your old team members.

    Among them, people like Brother Lan and Brother Xiao Heng were used to being officials in the Wei Dynasty. After decades, even dogs have developed feelings.  Now you suddenly tell them that we are going to completely fall out with the Wei Dynasty and move to the Southern Dynasty. Those old-school generals are used to being loyal ministers who do not serve the two masters. They may be confused for a while and cannot do anything.  I'll still have trouble with you for a while.

    But you don¡¯t have to worry too much. I think there will only be two or three old brothers who will object.  Most old brothers are sensible. As long as you explain the truth clearly to them, they will listen.  To deal with them, boss, you have to persuade them with reason and move them with emotion, but you can't forcefully oppress them.  "

    Meng Ju listened very carefully and said, "Beixing, what you said makes sense, but what about the other faction?"

    "The other faction is the newcomers who later joined our Dongping Army - most of them are from various departments of the border army. You can also call them the border army faction. As for them, boss, you don't have to worry. If you really want to defect to the south,  They absolutely support Tang¡¯s words.¡±

    "Hey, what do you mean?"

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