The reorganization of the three echelons has been completed and can go out at any time, but many people ignore why Song Beiyun arranged the number of forwards at the smallest, but the mid-waist is so huge.

In particular, a strategist from the former governor's office found Song Beiyun, not only put forward some suggestions but also raised this question.

"Tell me first, what do you think?"

Song Beiyun sat in front of the temporary guard account to perform war games. After hearing the advice of the counselor at the bottom, he raised his head and looked at him. He felt that this person was quite pleasing to him, so he reluctantly chatted with him.

"Master General, if there are more than 10,000 vans in the front and the rear will be replaced by the wing army, even if you foresee a strong enemy, you will have the power to fight."

Song Beiyun raised his head and chuckled: "Okay, you go down first."

Some things are difficult to explain. Most people are probably thinking like this strategist, pressing elite soldiers on the first crossing, but they have not considered that the number of people is not the number of people that the war is really fighting. Although they do not deny that the number of people does account for a part, the real war is fighting the level of technology, organizational strength and information gap.

When the technological level is almost different, organizational strength and information gap have become the decisive factors in the outcome of the war, such as logistics support, military replenishment, and rescue of wounded personnel. A frontline soldier even needs ten well-trained people to protect him, and the importance of the mid-waist is reflected here.

Three thousand imperial guards plus two thousand flaps, the vanguard combat troops of five thousand men seem to be very few, but if they really fight, it is enough, because this is an asymmetric war, and an asymmetric war is everyone's own battle. As long as the safety of the rear is guaranteed, you don't have to care about any kind of strong enemy encounters in the front.

The back is Nanchang City, and Nanchang City has been easy to defend but difficult to attack since ancient times. Those who want to attack Nanchang are usually dead, so there is no need to worry too much about this.

Then the logistics support troops of the second echelon must have the strongest combat power so that the entire team can remain vibrant.

This was learned by Song Beiyun when he first saw the spirit of Yan'an. He was on the front line and on the back. In the middle, he recruited soldiers and garrisoned grain. Finally, he could fight a regiment and become a division.

As for the front-line troops, there is no need to worry about the number of people, including guerrilla warfare, sparrow warfare, mobile warfare, and not too many people.

"Wait." Song Beiyun raised his head again to look at the lost counselor: "There is a dagger next to it, you can pick it up."

The strategist picked up the dagger with a confused look on his face and held it in his hand: "Master...this?"

"Look at this dagger." Song Beiyun raised his chin: "Look at what shape it is."

The counselor's eyes suddenly lit up: "The front is pointed, the middle is wide, and the back is thick."

"Go down."

"Thank you, the coach, for your advice!"

This is a sharp knife. If you can't even understand this, then this person can go to feed the horse and be a nonsense adviser.

"Come."

After a long time, Song Beiyun shouted, and after a general came in, he ordered: "Go, cook cattle and sheep, and reward the three armies. Have a good rest today, arrange the rotation, and do whatever the rest should do. Tomorrow, the team will be completed at the third update, and set off at the fifth update!"

"The last general will receive the order!"

After arranging the matter, Song Beiyun naturally returned home, had a good meal with his family, and had a sleep.

When he got up at night, Song Beiyun did not look for the girl but found Yusheng. After Yusheng arrived, Song Beiyun handed Shangfang's sword to him.

"Brother Yusheng, stay in Nanchang City, and the Emperor's Sword is given to you. You must supervise this army. If you have any questions, you can ask Miss Miaoyan, and you can decide the rest by yourself."

"Ah?" Yusheng didn't react: "This..."

"Do you think it's not suitable?" Song Beiyun laughed: "Nanchang City is the largest now, and I said it's appropriate. You must supervise the army. If there is a mistake... I'm afraid it will be dealt with by military law. But don't worry, I will secretly reduce your sentence."

Yusheng said with a laugh and cry: "Why me?"

"Who else can I trust?"

OK, this sentence is enough. Yusheng no longer asked any questions. He took the sword and turned around and left. He went back to tell Aunt Hong about the whole story, and then kowtowed to Aunt Hong with Song Beiyun.

"It's time to go... it's time to go." Aunt Hong wiped her tears and said, "Good men should serve the country as loyal. You can go, your mother is there for the family affairs."

Song Beiyun sighed and stood up and said, "Brother Yusheng, I will hand over my life and life to you. No matter who comes to the limit, you just need to stabilize the morale of the army!"

"I understand it naturally."

After he said that, he knelt down and kowtowed three times to Aunt Hong: "Aunt Hong, although you and I have no relatives, it is better than mother and son than mother and son. Now that the child is on the battlefield, if he cannot return, please redeem the child's unfilial."

His words made Aunt Hong cry and hoarse, and Song Beiyun's eyes were red, but he did not stop. He just turned around and left. When he walked into the yard, he turned around and shouted, "Two little babies on the second floor, wait for me to come back."

"Okay." Miaoyan lay on the window and said with a smile: "Remember to bring the specialties back."

"Okay." Song Beiyun raised his hand and turned around while waving his hand.

Qiaoqiao had already leaned her head behind Miaoyan's back and cried to tears. She didn't even dare to look at Song Beiyun.

Walking out of the gate, Song Beiyun turned around and took a deep look, sighed but said nothing, but walked towards the commander's tent surrounded by soldiers: "The army is ready!"

At this moment, the civil and military ministers of Jinling Palace, as well as Zhao Xing, were waiting for news in the study room, and no one was sleepy, because if Nanchang fails, half of the Song Dynasty's country will be in danger. Although these civil officials usually fight in internal struggles and even surrenderists, they have surprisingly unanimous opinions when facing the rebels.

They probably all knew that if the rebels were allowed to enter Jinling City, none of them, first- and second-rank officials would survive.

When time came, a little eunuch outside rushed to the door of the study room, whispered a few words to Lao Wang at the doorstep, and nodded, turned around and entered the inner room.

"Report to the housekeeper, there is news coming from Jiangnan West Road, Jiangzhou, Yuezhou, Xinzhou and Hongzhou have rebelled."

Sure enough, on this day, these four continents still turned against each other. Zhao Xing leaned on the chair, his face full of helplessness: "Will Hongzhou also turn against each other?"

"It's just that Song Beiyun captured Nanchang City. Now the lonely city of Nanchang City is wedged among the rebels, leaving them not looking at each other and not connecting north and south. As for other news, because the rebels blocked the road, they could not inquire, so they could only wait for the news."

Not only Zhao Xing, but even the ministers in the room looked at each other. Zhao Xiang stepped forward: "Then Song Beiyun took Nanchang City alone?"

"Returning to Zhao, it is. He killed the governor, seized military power, instigated the rebels, and defended the lonely city. The people in the city did not seem to have been affected too much. The subordinates of the old slaves found out whether the Xu family's farm supplied the entire Nanchang city with their own strength. The letter from the Xu family said that Song Beiyun had asked him to stockpile grain and cast weapons early, and now he has handed over all the weapons, food and grass to the city guards."

This is probably the only good news that the court has heard in the past few days. However, although it is already true, all officials and Zhao Xing still cannot believe that Song Beiyun can really succeed and win a city alone...

"Hahahaha... It was indeed what I, Uncle Fu, left to me..." Zhao Xing was so happy that he was a little lost. After he realized that he had made up his words, he quickly stopped and asked with a straight face: "Where is Song Beiyun now? He is defending Nanchang City to wait for help?"

"According to the report of the spies of the Siming Si around him, Song Beiyun had already started planning before seizing the city. After waiting for seizing the city, he rushed south, saying that he was... he wanted to seize Changsha."

After this sentence, everyone was shocked. In fact, everyone was confused. What was going on? They were not satisfied with taking Nanchang City alone and still had to take Changsha? What was the problem? Isn’t it better to stick to Nanchang at this time?

Zhao Xing was a little excited, and he stood up with red eyes: "What did you say? Say it to me again!"

"Song... Song Beiyun said he would lead his troops south to seize Changsha. He also said that if Changsha did not give people no food, he would conspire to rebel. If he gave people food, he would continue to go south and open up Hengzhou, Chenzhou, Yongzhou, Guizhou..."

"He's crazy! I...I..."

Zhao Xing originally wanted to issue a sign to let Song Beiyun go back to Nanchang City to defend, but suddenly he thought that the contact between the central government and Nanchang had been cut off and the order could not be issued at all... he could only sit back to his seat in disappointment.

But the Minister of War was frowning at this moment: "It's such a nonsense! It's just a nonsense, so nonsense... I want to write a book about Song Beiyun!"

Zhao Xing glanced at him with a squinting eyes: "I know, but even if you want to chop him up, you have to wait for him to come back. You say you want to chop him up now, and he may not be sure to bring people into Jinling City to take the heads of your family."

Zhao Xiang looked at the Minister of War with a grudge, snorted coldly, and took a step forward: "Official family, don't blame him, he is just anxious."

Zhao Xing waved his hand: "The matter is now, the Ministry of War cannot refuse to blame. Once the rebellion is quelled, you can take the resignation by yourself. I will allow you to surrender."

The ministers at the bottom all lowered their heads and dared not speak, while the Minister of War shook a few times and bowed in tears: "Thank you for the grace of the official family..."

No one is a fool. If things can cause a large-scale rebellion, the Ministry of War is definitely the first person to be responsible. I can't even save this matter.

In fact, Zhao Xiang also vaguely felt that over the past few days, the imperial power had gradually begun to be consolidated, and Zhao Xing's speech became more and more powerful in the court, and even the empress dowager now had the vague attitude of not being able to control Zhao Xing.

The beginning of all this seemed to be the beginning of King Fu's force to push Song Beiyun into an official...

But he didn't think something was wrong, because even though Song Beiyun was a talented person, he was just as good as his son-in-law and could not do the ability to control the court.

Then it seems... he may just be an introduction, and the pusher behind the scenes is probably the prince far away in Fuzhou.

"By the way, where has the army of Duke Ding been?" Zhao Xing raised his head and glanced at the Minister of War: "When will it arrive?"

"This... it is not easy to deploy the army. Now Duke Ding has led 30,000 people to go first. If the journey is safe, it will take about twenty days."
Chapter completed!