Although Zhang Zhongjun wanted to bring a hundred soldiers to participate in the war, he stopped Takegami Murashu, according to Takegami Muraki, that is, it doesn't matter how many soldiers you raise and how many people you arm in your own home, but when the master is recruited, you must only bring the specified number of soldiers to participate in the war, not more and no less.

"Why are you so rigid?" asked Zhang Zhongjun in amazement.

Takegami Muraki said leisurely: "Lord, there is actually a plan of the main family. For example, if you have insufficient assets and force you to make up for your troop quota, you will naturally live well, and there is no possibility of development. And if you have a lot of assets, then if you go out to war with soldiers within the limit, you will die on the battlefield. And no matter what kind of thing happens, the lord likes it, so this rule is naturally set, and it can be said that the crime of not obeying the quota of sending troops is just a little worse than direct rebellion. ”

"He's meowing, that's not why I really want to take a hundred soldiers, and before I have made meritorious service on the battlefield, I just let the people of the Zichuan family kill me!" Zhang Zhongjun muttered a little frightened, and then shouted very unhappily: "This master wants to do this for Mao? These two choices, one is to let the retainers be poor all the time, or even bankrupt, and the other is to let the retainers die directly on the battlefield, this kind of thing that weakens the strength of the martial family, why would the martial family be willing to do it?"

"The force of the subordinates is not the force of the master's family, the subordinates are just the wings of the martial family, and it can even be said to be vines, the real force and the real subject, only the direct force of the martial family. Therefore, of course, the samurai family does not want the power of his subordinates to be too strong. Those samurai who had the money and could only bring a few soldiers to die in battle will not be said. And the kind of people who have no money and can only be forced to be poor, the master family can take them back and become direct samurai. This can still increase the strength of the samurai, so how can such a rule not be maintained?" said Muraki Takekami, who knew everything about it.

Zhang Zhongjun can only pout at this, damn it, it is still too narrow-minded, no wonder it is difficult to unify this world when it is chaotic, because there is no kind of martial artist who is so broad-minded that he can tolerate the stronger and better his subordinates!

You know, if you really want the samurai to get the limit of the armed forces out by themselves, the numbers are terrifying, for example, a village-level unit in Beihuang Village has a population of hundreds of thousands, so it should be no problem to recruit 10,000 elites.

One village can recruit 10,000 elites, and there are at least dozens of villages directly under the Zichuan family, plus the towns and county towns directly under the central government, there is no problem in forming a million elite troops.

And with a million soldiers, damn it, I don't dare to say that it will sweep the entire county, get rid of several surrounding counties, and make a clean county There should be no problem at all.

But it's a pity that although the Zichuan family is a samurai who has jumped from the village lord to the county lord in a short period of time, and the rewards for their subordinates are really generous, they still abide by some ancient rules, such as the rule that when sending troops, the rule that samurai can't bring more or less soldiers to battle has been implemented.

This makes it happen, for example, Beihuang Village, a village that can obviously produce 10,000 strong people, can only dispatch 3,500 people, and the entire Zichuan family's forces can only dispatch an army of 10,000 people. This is a hundredfold difference, and this rule is the effect.

But it's normal, there really has to be an army of millions, and if there is a cow man who can join the vertical and horizontal existence, he can directly torture the master's family in turn. Therefore, the main family does not allow this kind of thing to happen, because now that the number of soldiers is restricted, the people below you will bring three or two big cats and kittens, even if there are cattle people who can unite, it is not enough to give the main family a punch.

Regarding the security of the main family, about the ownership of power, so those with a little brain will follow the old rules, after all, the old rules do not dare to guarantee their domination of the world, but they can ensure their awesome status for a long time. As long as you are not crazy, even if you are very ambitious, you will also be concerned about your family's inheritance, so it is no wonder that the troubled times in this world have been so long.

Now Zhang Zhongjun, who is under the fence, even if he is unhappy, he does not dare to challenge this rule, and only after he becomes an independent martial artist can he act as he pleases.

Of course, Zhang Zhongjun will not let his subordinates expand to the limit at that time, and when this territory and private soldiers are privately owned, there will be no good end to chaos.

If Zhang Zhongjun is awesome, it will matter, with the strength of one person, he can shock the world, so he can mess around. But Zhang Zhongjun is not awesome now, maybe he will be killed if he is not careful, so he can only consider other ways to achieve his goal of strengthening his power.

Zhang Zhongjun just lay on the roof of a grain and grass truck, crossed Erlang's legs, and looked at the clouds in the sky that were rapidly leaving. Well, this is much more comfortable than looking at the sides of the road, in the fast state of the spell, if you look at the sides of the road, you will vomit, and it is not to blame those who follow the caravan, one by one, prepare all kinds of things to kill time.

It's a pity that it's a march now, and I can't find anyone to play with the chess and cards in the storage ring, and I've read all the books I bought, and it's impossible to cultivate, it's really boring.

Thinking like this, Zhang Zhongjun suddenly only felt a shock to the car, and then his body bounced forward uncontrollably, and not only that, almost the entire convoy of people bounced forward like this, including those horses and donkeys or something, and even broke his legs and fell to the ground with a miserable howl, dragging the grain and grass cart, and rubbing the ground forward.

Before Zhang Zhongjun and these solo people fell, most of their bodies had been worn off and hung up directly. A bloody path appeared directly on the ground.

As a Jiupin warrior, this sudden bounce did not bring the slightest danger to Zhang Zhongjun, he landed lightly, and also caught a few companions who fell to his side, and his four bean soldiers appeared around without anything to make a state of alert.

Looking at the scene of the livestock corpses spreading all over the ground with the smell of blood rising to the sky, grain and grass and other war materials, and tattered carriages, Zhang Zhongjun couldn't help frowning: "Damn, the spell won't suddenly fail like this, right? It feels like it suddenly hit something." ”

Just as he was wondering, someone in the chaotic team suddenly roared bitterly: "Enemy attack!"

Zhang Zhongjun pouted: "He's meowing, everyone knows that the enemy is attacking, how could such a thing happen if it wasn't for the enemy attack!" But he also stretched his neck to look around, but he was stunned, because a huge fireball actually roared into the distance, looking like it was going to penetrate his own team.