Chapter 290 Perfect Victory
Bohai County Prince Gao Huaide laughed so hard that his beard trembled. This victory in suppressing the rebellion was too quick and too perfect.
None of the 30,000 troops were killed. No, a poor guy tripped and fell on a steel knife while collecting weapons, which cut his face.
The 50,000 rebels killed more than 600 people when they turned against each other. When they were chased by Mo Yunqi, the poor guy was killed more than 300 people. The rest surrendered. Even the main general Pan Mei was captured. This was really a perfect victory!
Cao Wei and Gao Yingxiong were a little regretful. Cheng Wuya, who instigated the rebellion, ran away early. Without catching the culprit who forged the imperial edict and provoked the civil war, the dead Song soldiers will have their souls buried in the dust!
Nearly 80,000 troops marched to the capital. The difference was that 30,000 soldiers were sitting on horseback with weapons, while the other nearly 50,000 soldiers were walking on the road in silence, not knowing what fate awaited them.
The court was in an uproar again! No one could have imagined that 50,000 rebels, led by the famous general Pan Mei, could be easily and happily solved by 30,000 soldiers?
The young generals Cao Wei and Gao Yingxiong, who had made extraordinary achievements, rushed to the front of the two armies with two men and two horses, holding the imperial edict and shouting to persuade the 50,000 troops to surrender?
If I had known this earlier, why didn't I let my son make this extraordinary achievement that would be known all over the world?
Civil and military officials enthusiastically discussed this perfect victory. Only those officials who belonged to the royalist camp were sad and frightened. The chance of a comeback was slim. They could only hope that the emperor would wake up from his coma and recover.
Qin Wang Zhao Defang was wise, intelligent, benevolent and tolerant. The ordinary soldiers of the rebel army who were deceived by Meng were not punished. The original organization of the 50,000-strong army was disrupted and divided into several armies with different combat power requirements. The elite soldiers of Moyun Cavalry were responsible for strengthening their training.
Even the leader of the rebel army, Pan Mei, was not sentenced to death by the King of Qin. Instead, on the grounds that he had fought in many battles in the south and the north and made countless military contributions to the Song Dynasty, and that Cheng Wuya had falsely conveyed the emperor's oral order to instigate Meng, Pan Mei's title was only stripped, his military power was taken back, and he was allowed to go home to retire.
Pan Mei, who thought he was doomed to die, thanked the King of Qin for his kindness and tolerance with endless gratitude, and willingly went home to retire.
These reorganized rebels were trained hard by the elite soldiers of Mo Yun Cavalry, but none of them cursed. As soldiers who had followed the commander in the rebellion, they were pardoned if they were not sentenced to death.
Although the training intensity was too hard, His Royal Highness the King of Qin generously increased their monthly salary by 30%, which was real money! The daily meals were increased in quantity and meat, and they ate well and trained hard. Their physical fitness improved dramatically, and their combat effectiveness and morale improved a lot.
Soldiers eat food to protect their country, and who doesn't want their army to be a strong army with strong combat power! The higher the salary, the more opportunities there are to be rewarded for meritorious service.
Sima Qingyun, who had quietly returned from Shu, looked at the soldiers who were training hard and shouting loudly on the parade ground with satisfaction, and waved the sandalwood fan in his hand, "Your Majesty, these armies have been trained well in a short period of time.
After you ascend the throne, Sima Qingyun is willing to ask for your permission to lead the troops to the north to recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun."
Qin Wang Zhao Defang smiled faintly and changed the subject, "You, the rebel leader "Wu Qiren", have secretly returned. I wonder how much my old Lord Luo from Taishan misses his daughter in the capital?"
Sima Qingyun waved the sandalwood fan happily, "In addition to We are one of the same people. Who in the world knows that I, Sima Qingyun, am the rebel leader "Wu Qiren" in Western Shu?
As for old Lord Luo, I think he is having a great time in Shu and is a little reluctant to return to Beijing.
Your Majesty, Kou Zhun is really a genius. He is young and talented. He is good at managing local government affairs and implementing the new policy reforms. It is a bit of a waste of his talent to appoint him as the prefect of Shu."
Qin Wang Zhao Defang pondered for a moment, and slowly said: "Kou Zhun can be transferred back to the capital. My old Taishan Lord Luo Ji will also be transferred back to the cabinet, and the land of Western Shu will be handed over to my eldest brother-in-law Luo Wen'an who is steady and capable." "
Your Majesty, when will the emperor die? It will be more convenient for you to do things after you succeed to the throne." Sima Qingyun's eyes were full of fiery anticipation.
Qin Wang Zhao Defang said calmly: "Don't worry, the princess will use the antidote to calm him down. When the situation is more stable, we will kill him and avenge my father and brother." ...
Concubine Li Xian looked much more haggard and listless. She looked at the exquisite dishes in front of her but had no appetite.
She lazily ordered: "I can't eat anymore, let's go!"
The personal maid Jingru advised distressedly: "My queen, please eat a few more bites! These days, you have lost more than ten pounds. How can your body bear it if you continue like this?" As she spoke, her eyes turned red.
Concubine Li Xian stood up, sighed, pointed at the people in the room and said, "The emperor lies in bed every day, hanging on for life. How can I have an appetite when I am so depressed and bitter?
I have two biological sons. The eldest prince and I have never been on the same page. The third prince is not ambitious and has no fighting spirit. He just wants to be a peaceful prince. I have been planning for many years. How can I be content?"
The palace maid Jingru rolled her eyes and whispered, "The third prince lacks someone to motivate him every day, so he lacks ambition and fighting spirit. Although Concubine Xiang is also very smart, she is not as good as my mother. Mother, you have never been very considerate. How could you help you to urge and encourage His Royal Highness Prince Xiang?
The people around you are the ones who understand your thoughts the most. If you send someone to the side of the Third Prince, Prince Xiang, and whisper in his ears every day, maybe the Third Prince will become ambitious. The Emperor doesn't know when... If this opportunity to compete for the throne is missed, there will be no chance to turn the tables. Your dream of being the master of the harem, your Majesty, is... ~" Concubine
Li Xian was encouraged by her trusted palace maids and a strong resentment was ignited in her heart. The ambition of glory, wealth and power rose again.
She grabbed the wrist of her trusted maid Jingru and said, "Jingru, if I give you to the third prince as a concubine, can you inspire him to seize the throne?"
The maid Jingru was secretly delighted and knelt on the ground to express her loyalty, "Your Majesty, as long as you trust me, I will do my best and live up to your expectations!" Concubine
Li Xian, who was dazzled by power, glory and wealth, pulled up the maid Jingru and said, "Okay! Today I will summon the third prince to the palace and give you to him as a concubine."