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Chapter 6 Template: Zhang Juzheng!

[Character Template: Zhang Juzheng]

[Template Introduction: The Grand Secretary of the Wanli Emperor, the most outstanding reformer and statesman of the Ming Dynasty. He was "well-versed in the changes of the times and courageous in taking on responsibilities," implementing reforms with swift and decisive measures. Through the reorganization of the postal system, he ensured the efficient transmission of military intelligence and supplies; he implemented the "Single Whip Law," which thoroughly surveyed all the land in the country, greatly enriching the national treasury and ensuring that "the grain in the imperial granary could last for ten years," providing unparalleled financial support for the military operations in the early years of the Wanli Emperor's reign.]

[Template Capabilities: Resource coordination, fiscal planning, and governance reform.]

[Note: After obtaining this template, the host will initially possess Zhang Juzheng's keen insight into data and resources, as well as macro-level thinking abilities for planning, coordination, and optimized allocation.]

Name: Zhu Mu

[Equipped templates: Zhou Cang (Romance of the Three Kingdoms version), Zhang Juzheng]

[Strength: 32 (Zhang Juzheng's 10 + original 18 + growth of 5 over the past five years)]

[Physical Fitness: 50]

【Speed: 36】

[Endurance: 40]

[Wisdom: 40]

[Specialties: Unparalleled tankiness, resource management, financial planning, and governance reform]

A cool sensation instantly flooded Zhu Mu's exhausted mind.

In an instant, those things that had been troubling him for days—the chaotic allocation of supplies, the inefficient treatment of wounded soldiers, and the increasingly strained logistical support—came to mind.

It was as if an invisible hand had combed through it.

Countless scattered pieces of information were automatically connected and integrated in his mind, forming an incredibly clear overall planning map.

How much food is stored there, and how long can it last?

How much cloth and medicine are in the city, and how should they be centrally distributed?

How should the wounded soldiers' camp be divided into areas, and how should the seriously wounded and the lightly wounded be triaged and treated to improve efficiency?

How to organize laborers to carry out assembly line production of defensive equipment...

One feasible solution after another emerged clearly in his mind, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Zhu Mu slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. His eyes, which had been dimmed by fatigue and anxiety, now shone with a light brighter than ever before.

He knew that the real turning point in this battle had arrived!

The night was as dark as ink, and the starlight was dim, as if it too had been tinged with weariness by the days of fighting.

Zhu Mu stood on the city wall, feeling the unprecedented clarity and order in his mind after the templates were integrated.

He spoke softly to himself, his voice so low that only the evening breeze could hear it:

"Zhang Juzheng... Wanli... I never imagined that I, born at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, would benefit from the glory of later generations."

The next morning, just when everyone thought it was time for another round of bloody battle, Zhu Mu unexpectedly summoned Zhu Wenzheng and all the officers of the rank of colonel and above in the city.

Inside the council chamber, everyone was covered in blood and looked exhausted.

They looked at the young commander with puzzlement, wondering what important matter he could be discussing at such a critical juncture in the war.

"Gentlemen,"

Zhu Mu got straight to the point; his voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear and powerful.

"Our defense of the city has been arduous, thanks to the soldiers' bravery and the people's unity. This is the foundation that has enabled us to hold out until now. However, an army cannot move without supplies. Currently, the city's logistics are in disarray, resources are being allocated haphazardly, and the treatment of the wounded is inefficient. If this continues, we will collapse before the city even falls!"

His words hit the nail on the head, and the generals present nodded in agreement, their faces showing solemnity and helplessness.

Zhu Mu didn't give them much time to reflect. He took out several simple charts and regulations that he had drawn overnight and spread them on the table.

"From this day forward, all supplies in the city, including provisions, weapons, arrows, and medicines, shall be collected and placed under my personal control in one place. A military supply department shall be established! Daily consumption and inventory must be clearly recorded, and no one shall be allowed to use them without authorization!"

"Establish a Department for the Wounded! Divide the wounded soldiers' camps into three zones according to the severity of their injuries: severely wounded, lightly wounded, and those awaiting recovery. Priority will be given to supplying the severely wounded zone with doctors and medicine from within the city. Those with minor injuries will have their dressings changed by designated personnel, while those awaiting recovery will be organized to undertake logistical tasks within their capabilities, such as twisting hemp ropes and crafting bamboo arrows!"

"Establish a military workshop! Recruit all blacksmiths and carpenters in the city, allocate raw materials uniformly, and operate in an assembly line fashion, day and night, specifically responsible for repairing weapons, producing arrows, and rolling stones and logs!"

"Establish a reserve battalion! Divide the city's residents into streets and alleys, with ten households forming a 'jia' (甲), and appoint a 'jia' leader. In wartime, the 'jia' leaders will organize able-bodied men to transport supplies, treat the wounded, and clean up the battlefield. In peacetime, they will organize women, children, the elderly, and the infirm to prepare medicine and mend military uniforms!"

One after another, clear and specific instructions that went straight to the heart of the problem came from Zhu Mu's mouth.

He was no longer just a young general who was brave and outstanding in the army, but more like a capable commander who was well-versed in governance.

His constant use of terms like "overall management," "accounts," "grading," and "assembly line operation" left everyone present stunned, yet they instinctively felt that this seemed to be the only way to solve their current predicament.

At first, some people looked doubtful, but under Zhu Mu's clear and unquestionable arrangements, everyone was gradually persuaded.

Zhu Wenzheng, in particular, looked at Zhu Mu, who spoke eloquently and seemed to know everything about the city, with a look of shock and admiration in his eyes.

With Zhu Mu's strong promotion and the concerted efforts of the entire city's military and civilians, this war machine, which was on the verge of its limit, was injected with a new order.

The distribution of provisions became more precise, and waste was greatly reduced;

The wounded received more effective treatment, and the mortality and infection rates decreased significantly;

The supply of arrows and defensive materials was also replenished steadily.

The chaotic situation began to take shape.

Although Chen Youliang's offensive outside the city remained fierce and the pressure to defend the city was still immense, the pervasive atmosphere of despair within the city was quietly dissipating.

People saw hope in the hope of persevering, which was more effective than any verbal encouragement.

It was late at night again, and the fierce battle temporarily subsided.

Zhu Mu and Zhu Wen were sitting side by side on the steps of the city tower, each holding a dry, hard wheat cake and eating it with cold water.

"Young master,"

Looking at the young man beside him, who, though still somewhat immature, had already become a pillar of the entire city, Zhu Wenzheng sighed sincerely.

"Wenzheng, I've seen my share of people, but I've never met anyone like you, young master. You can charge into battle like a force of ten thousand, and you can also govern the city's soldiers and civilians with remarkable order. If this battle is successful, you will deserve the greatest credit!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Mu stopped chewing and turned to look at Zhu Wenzheng.

Under the moonlight, his cousin's face was resolute and brave, and the numerous scars covering his body were proof of his fearlessness. In the past month, Zhu Wenzheng was undoubtedly the bravest general in the city besides him, leading from the front and killing countless enemies. On several occasions, he single-handedly pushed back the enemy troops that charged onto the city walls.

He was a pure warrior, a hero eager to achieve great deeds.

However, Zhu Mu's gaze pierced through the heroism before him and saw his future fate—his great achievements went unrewarded, he harbored resentment, went astray, and was ultimately imprisoned until his death at the young age of thirty.

How tragic, how regrettable.