Chapter 350: Restarting the Old Team
The spring in the capital city is too hasty, lacking the calmness and richness it should have. Sometimes people feel that they don't have enough time to savor its charm, and sometimes, after savoring it, they feel it is a little dry and inadequate.

Although it is still called spring, in most people's minds, it is more like the end of winter or the prelude to the quiet beginning of summer.

Winter and summer are very different in appearance, but for those who are unwilling to easily admit that this is spring in their hearts, there is actually not much difference between them. They are both subtle deviations from the real spring scene.

In a courtyard, one or two people wearing bamboo hats walked in from time to time.

As time went on, the number of people grew until there were nearly thirty people, and no new faces joined.

As you get closer, you can vaguely hear whispers coming from the courtyard. Every word and sentence reveals an indescribable resentment and unwillingness:
"Lord Qiu commands a large army, enjoys wealth and splendor, and has a slick smile on his face. But he turns around and abandons us, his old brothers who fought for him through thick and thin. How unfair and unjust this behavior is!"

"That's right. The Three Thousand Battalion is his brother, but we are not? We are all from the Beijing Battalion, and we are like a family! How can this not make people feel chilled?"

"Yes! I promised my wife that I would expand the courtyard of our house. Now that Lord Qiu has done this, how can I still save face in front of my wife?"

"It's a pity that he has the support of His Majesty behind him. Even if we are unwilling, what can we do? Do we have to confront him head-on and fight against him with our strength?"

"Your Majesty is extremely wise, how could you not know the twists and turns? It must be those treacherous villains who are eloquent and deceive your Majesty. As ministers, how can we sit idly by? It is better to remove the emperor's entourage!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the courtyard fell into silence. Everyone turned their heads to look over, wanting to see who had come up with the suggestion.

If they still have that ability, how could they come here in the middle of the night to discuss things?

Everybody just wants to keep things as they are and make money, does this guy want to play Candy Crush Saga?

"Catch him!" The leader, a captain named Li Yifei, shouted immediately.

The military officers around the man were startled. Instead of rushing forward, they immediately retreated. The man took this opportunity to turn around and ran out of the yard.

Li Yifei felt a surge of blood at this and pointed at the four retreating military officers and angrily asked, "Are you in the same group with him?"

The four military officers shook their heads and said, "No!"

Li Yifei was furious and asked, "Why didn't you catch him?"

One of them laughed and said, "What if you get hurt? Medical expenses are very expensive!"

The others nodded, indicating that this was the truth.

"you!"

Li Yifei was stunned, and suddenly understood why Qiu Yue was so determined to clean up the Beijing camp. Even in such a mess, he couldn't help but go down.

"Hey, Captain Li, don't worry about it. He's just a small figure. How can he turn the world upside down?"

Another captain named Zheng Futian came out, patted him on the shoulder and said, "The most important thing for us now is to find a way to stop Lord Qiu!"

When Li Yifei heard this, a trace of astonishment flashed across his eyes, and then he looked at Zheng Futian in shock. Seeing that he was smiling, it didn't seem like he was faking it, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He immediately said in a cold voice: "You guys can discuss this matter on your own. I, Li Yifei, will not interfere anymore. Goodbye!"

After saying that, Li Yifei raised his leg and walked out.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, he felt a tearing pain in his heart.

Li Yifei looked down in disbelief, and saw a long knife with a cold light piercing through his chest, and blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

Zheng Futian slowly drew back his sword and said in a cold voice: "How can I let you get away so easily if I know about our secret gathering? Li Yifei, you are as stupid as ever!"

Zheng Futian kicked the lifeless Li Yifei aside, glanced around, and slowly said, "We are now grasshoppers on the same rope. Only by working together can we overcome this difficulty."

Seeing Zheng Futian being so decisive and killing a senior executive without saying anything, many team leaders and battalion commanders were afraid and asked, "Excuse me, Captain Zheng, what are your plans next? We would like to hear the details."

He slowly raised his hand, signaling everyone to stay calm, and then said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I, Zheng Futian, am not a reckless person. The current situation is complicated and changeable, and Lord Qiu's power is growing day by day. If we don't take action, we will become fish on the chopping board. But clearing the court is too childish, I am firmly opposed to it."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Zheng Futian's statement.

Then, Zheng Futian continued, "We military officers are the pillars of the Beijing camp, the cornerstone of the army, and the role models of the soldiers. Without our support, Lord Qiu's brilliant tactics would be nothing but a foolish dream."

"So, if we want to correct Lord Qiu's plot, we don't need to help him with all our strength. We can just pretend to be nice to him and reduce our efforts when doing the work, so that he can't achieve his goal. Besides, there should be many colleagues who are not happy with you today. Since we are going to cut down, why not go with the flow and get rid of those redundant staff, and keep like-minded people like us to work together for the great plan?"

As soon as this statement was made, it immediately resonated with everyone, and they all began to discuss the feasibility.

It is too difficult for this bunch of parasites to work together and cooperate with each other to build a business.

Asking them to work without putting in any effort is much easier and is considered an entry-level skill.

After all these people dispersed, Zheng Futian ran wildly in the night and finally sneaked into a brothel. Outside a private room, he reported everything that happened in the yard.

After hearing this, the noble inside said lazily: "It really is not beyond my expectation. You did a good job. Go down!"

"Yes!" Zheng Futian bowed and slowly left the yard.

After receiving the order from Emperor Zhengde, Qiu Yue began a large-scale disarmament.

Those veterans who were over 40 years old and whose physical strength was declining, and those soldiers who had been suffering from long-term illnesses and could not continue to serve, were given a pension and then directly laid off.

As a result, the already empty Beijing camp became even more desolate.

But Qiu Yue was not worried. He knew very well that only by removing these rotten flesh could the Beijing Camp be rejuvenated.

The next step was to register the young and strong soldiers, and all those who had pretended to be from other countries were eliminated.

Everything was going on in full swing, even the weather was sunny for several days in a row, as if even God was helping Qiu Yue.

Everything went so smoothly to an unbelievable degree that even Qiu Yue himself felt a little elated.

Ou Zanghua was doubtful, however. If it was really that simple, there was no reason why Emperor Zhengde would have waited eight years before rectifying the situation.

He shifted his attention from the Honglu Temple to the Beijing Camp and found that the military officers were indeed very cooperative with Qiu Yue. Don’t these people know that the next blow will fall on them?

Walking into the warehouse, Ou Zanghua saw the stack of rosters and picked up one to read through:
Zhang Aniu, originally from Henan, 23 years old, spearman
Wu Datou, originally from Henan, 25 years old, spearman
After quickly scanning the book, Ou Zanghua was a little hesitant. Was the name Zhang Aniu so popular in the Ming Dynasty?

It appeared forty-three times.

But when I think about the possibility that there are 290,000 Zhang Weis alive in the future, it seems to make sense. I put this book down and picked up another one, continuing to flip through it quickly.

During this period, many military officers came in carrying new rosters. Seeing how fast Ou Zanghua flipped through the rosters, they felt that these civil officials were really showing off all the time. At that speed, how could anyone read the words clearly?
In one morning, Ou Zanghua flipped through more than a hundred rosters, and some of his guesses had been confirmed.

He picked out three rosters from over a hundred and headed quickly to the meeting room.

When he pushed the door open, there were only four people in the conference room. In addition to Qiu Yue, there were also the Minister of War He Jian and Marquis Gongshun Wu Shixing.

"Mr. Ou, is there something that has you coming here in such a hurry?" He Jian asked with a relaxed look on his face when he saw Ou Zanghua, who was also a civil servant.

Ou Zanghua bowed to the three people, then took out three rosters, handed them to Qiu Yue, and said seriously: "My Lord, please take a look at these."

Qiu Yue rarely saw Ou Zanghua looking so solemn, and he couldn't help feeling a little surprised. He then took the rosters and began to look through them carefully.

At first, he was able to maintain his apparent calm, but as he flipped through the pages, his expression gradually became serious, and an indescribable anger surged in his chest.

In a moment, a strong murderous aura emanated from Qiu Yue's body. The aura was so strong that even He Jian, who had led troops in battle and had witnessed life and death, could not help but feel a palpitation in his heart.

Wu Shixing, the Marquis of Gongshun, who was standing nearby, was a descendant of a noble family but had never experienced actual combat. Faced with this sudden strong aura, he was so frightened that his face turned as pale as paper, with cold sweat on his forehead and his hair standing on end.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the meeting room froze. Everyone was shocked by Qiu Yue's sudden change. No one dared to speak easily, for fear of angering this tiger that was about to explode.

"How dare they be so hypocritical?!" Qiu Yue looked up at Ou Zanghua and asked coldly.

He Jian was quite surprised and asked Qiu Yue for the roster to look through it.

After seeing this, he finally understood why Qiu Yue was so angry.

These three rosters were from different camps, but the names, places of origin, and ages were surprisingly consistent.

In other words, one list is used by three battalions.

Qiu Yue's rage grew more and more intense as he realized that the impostors he had attacked had not truly disappeared from the army, but had made a comeback in a more cunning and covert way.

"How audacious!" He Jian put down the roster, his expression revealing a hint of barely perceptible joy.

He went on to say: "It seems that the military officers of the Beijing camp are not trustworthy. Let the Ministry of War take over!"

Qiu Yue was stunned and suddenly felt as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly. This old fox really would not miss any opportunity!

"Master He, you are joking. Such an important matter must be approved by His Majesty."

"Yeah, that's true." He Jian's expression froze, then he nodded.

Although Emperor Zhengde was not very reasonable, he was much more cunning than his father. He was not an honest man who could be fooled by just a few words.

Only after He Jian finished reading it did Wu Shixing, Marquis of Gongshun, have the chance to take the roster from the other party. After flipping through it, he also showed a look of surprise, and for a moment he actually admired this group of people.

Qiu Yue took the roster and went to the Leopard Room to report the situation to Emperor Zhengde, so that the boss would not think that he had done nothing.

At the same time, I was also thinking about how to solve this problem.

Emperor Zhengde was riding a horse and galloping freely in the racecourse. As the horse galloped, dust was flying.

This snow-white BMW was presented by the Chahar tribe last year, and Emperor Zhengde liked it very much.

After galloping for a few laps, the emperor finally stopped his horse, looked at Qiu Yue and said, "Qiu Qing, I hope you bring good news."

Qiu Yue lowered his head and slowly told Emperor Zhengde the problems that Ou Zanghua had discovered.

After hearing this, Emperor Zhengde couldn't help but sneer. He knew that some old guys would not let go easily.

"So, what does Qiu Qing plan to do?" He looked at Qiu Yue and asked calmly.

Qiu Yue immediately cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I earnestly request that the military officers of the three guards of Tianjin, Luoyang, and Taiyuan be transferred to the capital to assist."

Qiu Yue had met the military officers of these three garrisons before and had his own judgment about them. Regardless of their abilities, they were at least much more useful than the bunch of losers in the Beijing camp.

Once these outsiders do their job well and get rewards, it will naturally stimulate the military officers of the Beijing camp.

If we show a little goodwill at that time, I believe many people will come to us.

In this way, I now have a team and can proceed to the next step.

"Then Qiu Qing, have you ever thought about what they should do after the military officers of the three guards of Tianjin, Luoyang and Taiyuan are transferred away?" Emperor Zhengde asked.

Qiu Yue said, "Your Majesty, I do not need to transfer all the military officers. I only need some to assist in the rectification of the Beijing camp."

"Um"

Emperor Zhengde couldn't help but touch his chin. Tianjin and Taiyuan are of vital importance and cannot be moved at will. Luoyang Wei is located in the hinterland, so it's okay.

Suddenly, Boss Zhu had an idea and thought of a group of people.

In Jiangxi, there is a group of military officers who, under the careful teaching of Ou Zanghua, not only have outstanding martial arts skills, but more importantly, they are able to concentrate on reading and practicing calligraphy, and have a rough but solid understanding of the "Great Ming Code".

This group of soldiers, who are both civil and military, are tailor-made to solve the current predicament!

Thinking of this, Emperor Zhengde looked at Qiu Yue calmly and asked calmly: "How many military officers do you need to cooperate with you?"

"Eighty-five hundred!"

"Okay, I'll give you 500 military officers!" Boss Zhu smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Go back and wait. In a month or so, the military officers you want will be here."

"I thank your majesty!"

After Qiu Yue left, Emperor Zhengde instructed Zhang Yong, who was standing by, "Pass on my order. Send a pigeon to the prefect of Wuchang and order the thousand-man naval force of Poyang Lake to gather five hundred military officers from the former Ou army and bring them to the capital."

(End of this chapter)