Ming Dynasty: Abandoned baby at the beginning, Zhu let me be the emperor

"That's right. If it weren't for Your Highness stopping me, I would have led my men to kill them."

The captain next to him also spoke up and nodded in agreement with Wang Juren's opinion.

Wang Juren, a scholar, was so tough, so a soldier like him naturally could not retreat.

"He has several hundred men and if they start fighting, our county's officers and soldiers will be in great danger. In this year of disaster, we can't act so casually."

Zhu Ming looked at them seriously. After all, Wang Weiheng still had several hundred men under his command. If a fight really broke out, even if he won, his officers and soldiers would definitely suffer a lot of casualties.

"As a soldier, there is no one who is afraid of death!"

Zhu Mingcai opened his mouth, but Qian Hu answered without thinking, "They have made their choice since they chose to join the army. It is glorious to die on the battlefield!"

"They were all raised by their parents, so how could you just send them to an unnecessary battlefield?"

Zhu Ming looked at them seriously, frowning slightly.

He knew that among the thousands of officers and soldiers in the county, many were just doing this out of helplessness in order to make a living.

If these people were pushed onto the battlefield at random, it would be tantamount to murder.

"Besides, our county is at a critical moment of infrastructure construction and is in need of manpower. These hundreds of people can just provide us with some additional labor."

In addition to valuing Wang Weiheng's ability to lead troops, Zhu Ming also values ​​the hundreds of young and strong men under his command.

In this year of disaster, the men who could leave had already left with their families, and most of those left behind were the elderly and the weak.

Speaking of labor, the one in Wang Weiheng's hands is better.

Compared to these things, he was willing to take the risk of rebellion.

"Besides, they have entered the city, and the attack and defense are all under our noses. If we really can't let them stay, it will be easier to surround and kill them."

"That's...ok."

Wang Juren and the captain looked at each other, and both knew that it was hopeless to persuade Zhu Ming, so they could only sigh helplessly.

Since His Royal Highness the Grandson of the Emperor insists on doing so, we have no choice but to give these people a chance.

"Did the emperor's grandson really say that?"

In Qingfeng Village, after learning the message that Zhu Ming asked Wang Weiheng to bring back, the other bandit leaders frowned, their eyes full of disdain?

"Yes, according to the little grandson, we should all put down our weapons, join them, and build a house together."

After hearing Zhu Ming's words, the other bandit leaders sneered again: "We have only heard of robbers robbing houses, but we have never heard of anyone using robbers to build a house."

"You're really not afraid that it will collapse."

Listening to the laughter of these people, Wang Weiheng also felt a little angry: "We are not bandits who rob and loot. We just want to survive from other bandits."

Although he really lives in Qingfeng Village now, he has never felt that he is a real bandit.

He obviously still had some prestige among these bandits. After he spoke, the others fell silent.

"Wang Weiheng, what do you think we should do?"

The middle-aged man sitting opposite Zhu Ming, with a beard, looked at Wang Weiheng and spoke in a deep voice.

"To make it look to me, you are listening to that emperor's grandson and joining them."

After a period of silence, Wang Weiheng responded with a serious expression.

"Without the food in the city, the game we hunt in Qingfeng Village is getting less and less. If we don't find more food, we won't be able to survive for much longer."

After hearing what Wang Weiheng said, the middle-aged man nodded in approval and began to ponder.

Snapped!

A loud noise suddenly came from the tent, causing Wang Weiheng and the leader to frown.

"Mr. Ding, what are you doing?"

Wang Weiheng looked at the short and frail figure of the man who slammed the table and asked in a deep voice.

Although Ding Sheng was two inches shorter than Wang Weiheng, he looked up at him with a determined look.

"We must not surrender. Put down the knife. We are like fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered."

He was filled with anger when he said this.

If I put down the knife, it would be the same as surrendering.

"Boss, give me some help, I will go and get the food back."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the middle-aged man, clasped his fists, and spoke viciously.

I have hundreds of people in my command. Why should I just surrender to you just because he asks me to?

"There are more than a thousand soldiers in the city. If we want to attack the city, the manpower we have is not enough."

Wang Weiheng, who was standing by, also reminded them.

Even if these brothers were not hungry, there were more than a thousand soldiers on the opposite side.

Not only do they have more people than themselves, but they are also protected by city walls, so they are not an easy piece of meat to chew.

"The Art of War says, if you have ten of them, surround them; if you have five of them, attack them; if you have twice as many of them, divide them. We don't even have as many people as them, so how can we win?"

As one of the few educated people here, he brought out the Art of War again, trying to convince these people and let them know that the chances of winning against these officers and soldiers now were still too slim.

But these rough guys don’t know so much.

Hearing Wang Weiheng talking about these nonsense was like listening to a teacher nagging at a private school. I felt sick all over.

"Wang Weiheng, do you mean that we can't win?"

The boss then raised his head from his thoughts and looked at Wang Weiheng.

He didn't understand what Wang Weiheng said, he just caught some simple meanings.

The strength in his hands is not as strong as that of the emperor's grandson, and there is a shortage of food and he cannot afford it.

Perhaps the emperor's grandson thought of this and asked me to consider it.

Time is running out and they must make a choice in the shortest possible time.

"Put down the knife! If that so-and-so grandson of the emperor doesn't keep his word, we'll all be finished!"

Ding Sheng was still shouting angrily, saying that these hundreds of people were the assets he had accumulated with great difficulty.

No matter what, he would never hand it over to someone he couldn't trust.

"If we don't go and seek refuge, we will surely die in our current situation. The city is the only place with food within a radius of dozens of miles."

Looking at the angry Ding Sheng, Wang Weiheng did not back down at all. He immediately stood up and confronted him: "Only if we surrender now can we all survive."

These two differences are not struggles over power, but struggles over routes.

None of them wanted to see the wealth they had worked so hard to save being led by the other party into a path they did not favor.

"We can't take it by force, we can only surrender. Does anyone have any other suggestions?"

He shouted loudly to the bandit leaders sitting on both sides.

The situation in Qingfeng Village is not optimistic, and we don’t have much time left.

After these words were spoken, the bandit leaders who had been whispering just now fell silent.

Just now, they all listened to the argument between Wang Weiheng and Ding Sheng, but could not think of a better solution.