When Zhao Kuangyin founded the country, he faced this situation. In order to achieve stability, he had to first eradicate the cancer of the chaotic politics caused by the military warlord groups. Putting more emphasis on culture than military became the best option.
The Song court's strict precautions against military generals were unmatched by any previous dynasty.
Zhang Shixun knew that as an airborne soldier, it would be almost impossible for him to break this restriction on his own, unless...
Wang Dong had been urging him to become emperor since the day he traveled through time. Perhaps, this guy had already seen through that it was impossible to make this nation stronger within the framework of the Song Dynasty.
The Song Dynasty faced a very bad environment. There were two powerful nomadic peoples in the north - the Khitan and the Liao Dynasty.
The problem is that the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun are not in the hands of the Song Dynasty. Since ancient times, these areas have been the only way for the northern nomadic peoples to move south to the Central Plains, and they are also a natural defense barrier on the northern border of the Central Plains dynasty.
The loss of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun meant that the Central Plains dynasty was directly exposed to powerful enemies.
In such a harsh external environment, the Song court should have changed its course, appropriately adjusted its national policies, and strengthened its military preparations. However, the Song court still stubbornly adhered to the so-called policy of emphasizing culture over military, which laid the seeds for the demise of the Northern Song Dynasty.
After breakfast, the First Army was ready to set off, heading west.
After two days out of Beijing, the entire army has become accustomed to the commander's nonsense.
Whether facing east or west, south or north, it is the military commander's concern and has nothing to do with the soldiers.
What?
Weishi is in the west?
It’s none of my business!
Zhang Shixun was thinking all the way. He was riding on his horse, his mind struggling with what to do next.
The most humiliating Jingkang Incident for the Han nationality will occur.
Is it possible to stop it? That is the question.
If the imperial court allowed him to give it a try, Zhang Shixun had reason to believe that he could turn the tide, avoid tragedy, or even launch a powerful counterattack.
It's not blind confidence.
Putting everything else aside, he could defend Tokyo with gunpowder alone.
With the participation of state power, they vigorously produced gunpowder and used traditional methods to manufacture grenades, mines and artillery.
It doesn’t matter if the steel manufacturing is not up to standard, we can make do with other materials instead, for example, the shells of grenades and mines can be replaced with stones.
The cannon barrel cannot be manufactured, so I don’t use it. I will use a catapult instead, or some of the unscrupulous cannons of later generations.
There are so many ways, can a living person be suffocated to death by urine?
He Ji came running over, panting, and said, "Military Commander, we can't go any further. If we go any further, we'll be in Xinzheng."
Zhang Shixun asked curiously, "Why don't you ride a horse?"
"A soldier had a sprained ankle, so I let him ride."
Zhang Shixun gave him a thumbs-up and praised him, "Brother He loves his soldiers like his own sons. He is a role model for our generation."
He Ji blushed: "It's not that I love the soldier like my own son, that soldier is my distant nephew."
Zhang Shixun sat up straight, looked into the distance, and said to the messenger beside him: "Pass on my military order, stop advancing and rest where you are."
The team stopped.
He Ji sat down on the ground, looked up and asked, "Military Commander, are you moving around like this on purpose for the court to see?"
"I didn't mean to show it to anyone." Zhang Shixun sat down next to him and said with a smile, "It's not easy to leave the capital, and it's even harder to leave with the army. Now that we're out, let's take the opportunity to take a stroll. It would be a waste if we don't."
He Ji stared at him for a long time, and then said, "Shi Xun, you are not telling the truth."
Zhang Shixun put away his smile and said, "Old He, in your opinion, the court ordered me to lead the troops out of the capital, is it really to eliminate Yang Tianwang?"
He Ji was stunned and asked, "Isn't it?"
"Of course not." Zhang Shixun casually pulled out a straw and chewed it unconsciously in his mouth. He said, "My existence has become a thorn in the eyes and flesh of the imperial court, but they can't do anything to me. In desperation, they can only find a reason to send me away. Out of sight, out of mind. As for when they can eliminate Yang Tianwang, they don't care."
"You mean they just want to send you out of Beijing?"
"Yes, that's what I mean."
"Aren't they afraid that you will raise the flag of rebellion?"
"Rebellion?" Zhang Shixun gave him a strange look. "I'm living a good life, why would I rebel?"
"Everyone is ambitious." He Ji's eyes flashed when he said this.
He and Gao Yanei both shouldered the responsibility of supervision. He knew that Zhang Shixun was also aware of the matter, but he just didn't ask.
"No matter how ambitious you are, you wouldn't dare to rebel in the capital with only two thousand people, unless you've been kicked in the head by a donkey."
"You are different from others. You are a celestial master and have supernatural powers."
Zhang Shixun dropped the straw stick in his hand, stared at him seriously and asked, "Old He, are you investigating for someone else?"
"No." He Ji avoided his gaze and stammered, "We are just chatting. I'm just talking casually. Don't take it seriously."
"Forget it, Old He. You're not a good person." Zhang Shixun stood up and dusted off his butt. "Everyone says I'm a Heavenly Master, but I don't agree in my heart... Bullshit Heavenly Master! I'm just a mortal like you. The only difference is that I have a unique experience."
"What experience?"
"This experience is rather bizarre, and no one would believe it if I told them."
"Just tell me what you want to hear."
Gao Yanei happened to come over and heard this. Being a curious person, he hurriedly asked, "Old He, what did you say to the military commander?"
Neither of them paid any attention to him.
"Old He, if I said I came from a thousand years ago, would you believe me?"
"One...a thousand years later?" Old He opened his eyes wide and looked at him in confusion.
Gao Yanei blurted out, "Brother, a thousand years from now, wouldn't you have already died?"
Zhang Shixun spread his hands and said, "Look, you won't believe it."
He Ji said dissatisfiedly: "Military Lord, are you teasing us again?"
Zhang Shixun smiled bitterly, "If I came from heaven, would you believe it?"
"Letter!" He Ji and Gao Yanei said in unison.
The expressions on their faces were definitely not fake, they really believed it.
Zhang Shixun laughed out loud.
People are sometimes so strange. When you tell the truth, no one believes you; but when you lie, they believe it without a doubt.
It's no wonder they don't believe it. A thousand years later, such a thing is too bizarre and unbelievable. People of this era cannot understand it no matter what.
On the contrary, they are very easy to accept things related to gods.
"Forget it, since you believe that I came from heaven, then do as you please." Zhang Shixun secretly made up his mind not to bring up this issue again.
I came from heaven, bringing orchid grass with me.
Plant it in a small garden, hoping it will bloom early.
Watch it three times a day, and time will pass by.
The orchid remains, without a single bud.
A song of orchid grass came out of his mouth. Zhang Shixun only changed one word, changing "mountain" to "sky". The difference of one word made a world of difference.
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