And that failure seemed to be caused by the Western Jin Dynasty's sudden provocation of war, which caught Nanyue off guard."
After listening to Mi Xue's narration, Murong Xiao also perked up: "Mi Xue, is there something wrong with this account book?"
Qian Yeming raised an eyebrow: "Murong Qingyu is cunning and treacherous. He wouldn't be so stupid as to create a questionable account book for people to check, then haphazardly discard it in the accounting office and not destroy it for over a decade, right?"
Mi Xue shook her head. "Of course Murong Qingyu isn't that stupid. He didn't destroy the account book because he felt it was completely flawless. Furthermore, the military expenditure account must have been checked and approved before it was discarded."
"Then what problem do you see?" Murong asked with a smile.
"The Murong family army didn't die. All the dead were South Vietnamese soldiers."
Mi Xue's words made Qian Ye Ming and Murong Xiao's hearts skip a beat.
The war was a must for Nanyue. For Nanyue, whose military strength was not strong, these 500,000 troops were equivalent to the main force of Nanyue. At that time, Emperor Dezheng trusted Murong Qingyu very much and handed over most of the troops to Murong Qingyu for safekeeping.
However, the war ended in a crushing defeat for Murong Qingyu, and it also dealt an unprecedented blow to South Vietnam. After this devastating blow, South Vietnam could no longer regain its military strength of twenty years ago. Emperor Dezheng also felt deeply guilty about this battle, and from then on, he developed a fear of war.
Mi Xue's conclusion not only shows that Murong Qingyu may have deliberately lost the war nineteen years ago, but also that Murong Qingyu may have colluded with the Western Jin Dynasty as early as nineteen years ago.
What they are most concerned about is that since the Murong family army did not die and did not return to South Vietnam, these hundreds of thousands of people who disappeared out of thin air should still be not far away from the war nineteen years ago?
"Mi Xue, can you tell us what's wrong with this account book?"
"Yes!" Mi Xue nodded and placed the thick account book on the table. Behind that account book, there was another very thin account book. Mi Xue explained:
"I've always felt that conventional bookkeeping is very cumbersome, so I keep another account book besides this one."
Mi Xue pointed to the account book from nineteen years ago and said, "Look, my brother and sister-in-law, this account book is recorded by date. That is to say, each unit date records all the silver generated on that day.
The monthly salary of the soldiers while they were alive, their daily expenses, and the compensation to their families after they died in battle are all recorded here, and they are all clearly stated.
Because this account book was too confusing, I created a new one, calculating expenditures based on personnel. I discovered that as soldiers died in battle, the number of soldiers dwindled, but no matter how the silver was converted—for example, soldiers who died needed funeral expenses, even horse feed, fodder, and military supplies—in short, regardless of how many died or how the silver was allocated, there was always silver for about 400,000 people.
It is recorded that the families of the dead soldiers could receive 50 taels of funeral expenses, but the prerequisite is that there must be a corpse. But the problem is that there was a battle on the mountain, and it was said that the enemy set fire to the mountain, resulting in 300,000 soldiers being burned to death. The bill records that the funeral expenses of these 300,000 soldiers were distributed by the court to the army.
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