Chapter 233: General, I respectfully invite General Zhao to perform martial arts!
Tang Da Ren... Tang Ping... these are all weird names given by someone...
In the carriage, Zhao Duan resisted the urge to complain and looked through the information in his hand.
On the paper, it was obvious that he was from the Shenji Battalion, and it was worth noting the basic information of the officers.
The person ranked first was not the commander Shi Meng, but this "little prince"... But considering the identity of the Duke of Zhen, it is easy to understand.
"There are people in the court who like to be officials." Zhao Duan sighed.
He didn't know much about Zhen Guogong, but he knew that he was one of the few top martial artists in the Yu Dynasty who had military power.
The name of Zhen Guogong can be traced back hundreds of years.
The Tang family is also a martial arts family for generations.
He is completely different from Xia Jianghou, a waste of honor.
However, Zhen Guogong was stationed on Xiping Road all year round, far away from the capital, and his presence was not high.
This generation of Zhenguo Duke originally had an eldest son, but something unexpected happened later. He gave birth to several daughters in succession, and finally Tang Ping.
Therefore, the title of "young father-in-law" was transferred from the dead eldest son to him.
"With such a prominent status, you are just an official with a thousand households?" Zhao Duan asked curiously.
Mochou snorted, with a rare and strange look, and said: "The family training of the Duke of Zhenguo is strict, and he teaches the younger members of the clan to run the army. Even the future Duke of Guo will still be thrown into the army. Starting from the lowest level of soldiers..."
Got it... From a pawn to a thousand households, you are still in the extremely safe Forbidden Army like Shenji Camp... This promotion speed is already as fast as a rocket...
Zhao Duan understood immediately and expressed his understanding of the behavior of top martial arts disciples coming here to gild.
Turning to the second page, Commander Shi Meng's resume... His qualifications are mediocre. Although he was also a military commander, he was able to reach this position not only because of his military exploits, but also because of the support of Xue Shence...
In this way, the importance of a dignified commander is lower than that of an official with a thousand households, which makes sense.
"Zhaorong specifically mentioned this person and asked me to pay attention. Could it be that he doesn't like me?"
Zhao Duan flicked the information with his fingers and couldn't help but ask:
"Just because I destroyed his subordinate? Zhang Changji?"
Mochou shook his head and said: "That's not the case. Although Zhang Changji is under his command, it is said that he does not appreciate it, let alone that he still has access to Prince Jing's palace... He will not be angry with you because of this.
To be precise, this young master hates all the people he despises equally, and you just happen to be among them. "
"..." Zhao Duan was unhappy:
"He hasn't heard my story?"
Mochou said helplessly: "I've heard it, but I've heard it too much. Well, this has something to do with your Thousand-faced God Lord."
She explained briefly, and then Zhao Duan understood the whole story.
At the beginning, the little flag official killed by the Thousand Faced God Lord was once in the Beijing camp. It is said that he was very popular and his brother also served in the Beijing camp.
Later, when he witnessed his brother being assassinated, he was furious and cursed Zhao Duan, and was severely punished by the hawks and dogs of Zhaoyamen.
The news spread, causing many people in the camp to share the same hatred.
In addition, more than half of the people assassinated by the Thousand-Faced God Lord were military attaches... This resulted in a considerable number of military attaches being extremely dissatisfied with Zhao Duan.
Therefore, many "added words" were naturally spread among the major military camps, and Tang Ping learned about it, which further aggravated the young master's dislike of him.
"That little flag officer brother who is causing trouble for me is also from the Beijing camp?"
Zhao Duan held his forehead and suddenly had the urge to turn around and go back to the prison to beat the Thousand-faced God with a whip to vent his anger.
The damn traitor... he definitely did it on purpose... was caught, and a hole was dug for him.
Mochou sighed: "The atmosphere in the military is different from that of civilian officials. They attach great importance to the friendship between robes and Zezi. Not to mention the officers who are good friends with Zhang Changji, the Thousand Faced God's torment alone has caused many low-level officers to I have a lot of criticism about you.”
Zhao Duan asked in confusion: "These soldiers don't have any brains?"
Don’t worry about smiling but not smiling:
"Do you think they are stupid? No, these arrogant soldiers are not stupid. Well... as far as I know, many people are indignant.
I feel that a idiot like you has to be promoted and rewarded by His Majesty just because of your face, while those who are stronger in martial arts and have more meritorious service than you are not favored... It is extremely unfair. "
Zhao Duan suddenly realized.
He was originally just a small soldier in the Forbidden Army, but he rose to the top in one step. What do the other officers and soldiers who are also members of the Forbidden Army think?
It is inevitable to feel jealous, it is human nature.
As the saying goes, "I'm afraid that my brothers will suffer, but I'm even more afraid of my brothers driving Land Rover"... The lower-level officers were far more emotional about the promotion of Zhao Duan than the civilian group.
Coupled with the introduction of the Xiaoqiguan brothers being punished... the hostility is further fermented.
"Of course, there aren't that many officers who have a bad opinion of you."
Mochou saw his ugly face and added jokingly:
"If I say they look down on you, I still think you are not good at martial arts. Oh, just as the civil servants look down on the vulgar generals, the military generals also look down on the evil-hearted civilians...
In the military, only martial arts strength is admirable. They have always looked down upon your insidious methods of dealing with people.
Therefore, if you want to gain a foothold in the Shenji Camp, if you do not have the martial arts strength to convince them, no matter how powerful your tactics are, the reckless men in the army will not recognize you. "
Martial Arts?
Zhao Duan's expression suddenly became subtle.
In fact, as of now, there are only a handful of people in the capital who truly understand his progress in martial arts.
The empress knew the most, followed by Zhang Han, Haitang and others from Zhao Yamen, and then Kuang Fu She rebelled against the party.
No one else knows.
The last time he took action publicly, he defeated Zhang Changji.
Therefore, in the impression of most people, Zhao Duan's cultivation level is still at the first-grade, or at most mid-grade, stage of mortal life.
Little did he know that after experiencing the personal teachings of the empress, his martial arts had changed from what it was before.
"That's it..."
He murmured softly.
Seeing his appearance, Mochou thought he was feeling stressed. After hesitating for a moment, he said with relief: "I just want you to have an understanding of the situation in Shenji Camp.
Beijing camp pays attention to strict military discipline. As the newly appointed commander, you don't have to worry. The army is not like Lihuatang. The following offenses will be punished by military law. Even the son of the prince must abide by the rules. "
Zhao Duan smiled and raised his hand to lift the curtain.
Looking at the barracks gradually appearing in the distance in the early autumn air, he murmured in an undetectable voice:
"What if you don't follow the rules..."
He did not forget that in his hand, he was holding the Shang Fang sword promised by the empress.
…
...Shenji Camp.
Stationed in the southern suburbs of the capital, far away from the bamboo forest when crossing.
It is surrounded by loess walls, and there are barracks and buildings inside, as well as a large open space used for military training.
When Zhao Duan and his party arrived.
Shi Meng, the commander of the Shenji Battalion, had already led several officers to personally stand at the entrance of the camp to greet them.
Seeing several people getting out of the car one after another, this third-grade commander, who was exceptionally tall, with dark skin, needle-like hair and a fierce appearance, immediately laughed "haha" and stepped forward to meet them.
"Mo Zhaorong, Zhao Qianshi... you two are finally here. I, Old Shi, have been waiting for a long time!"
Zhao Duan got out of the car and stood side by side with Mochou, curiously looking at the enthusiastic general.
Mo Zhaorong, representing the empress, looked majestic at the moment, nodded with a smile, and introduced the visitor to Zhao Duan.
"General Shi has a majestic appearance and is worthy of the general's demeanor."
Zhao Duan smiled and clasped his fists:
"From now on, I will work under the general."
Shi Meng pretended to be displeased and said: "What did Zhao Qian say? When you come to our Shenji camp, you just treat it as going home. You and I share His Majesty's worries and get along as equals. There is no need to distinguish between superior and inferior!"
A dignified third-grade military officer looked like a fourth-grade military officer to him.
The posture can be said to be very low.
Mochou raised the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded with satisfaction, feeling that Shi Meng was really sensible and there should be no accidents in performing his duties today.
"hehe."
Zhao Duan smiled and accepted it happily without being polite.
He whispered a few words to the two direct descendants, Hou Renmeng and Qian Kerou, who were following behind him.
The group of people entered the camp in a mighty manner.
In the distance, you can still hear the sound of soldiers practicing from the main campus.
Shi Meng explained with a smile: "It's autumn, and this period is the time for training. Our Shenji Battalion is fully equipped with five thousand soldiers, three thousand six infantrymen, one thousand cavalrymen, and less than five hundred rocket soldiers. . Divide the central army, the left and right tucks, and the left and right sentries... There are five armies in total, each with one minister and one military attache...
Oh, now that Zhao Qianshi is here, he is the minister in charge of the army... Today's drill is for the Chinese army... I just want to take you two to see the atmosphere in the army, which is very different from the temple in the city. "
Zhao Duan said curiously:
"How come you only listen to orders during training but don't see any gunshots?"
"Gunshot?" Shi Meng, the third-rank commander, was stunned for a moment, with doubt on his face, and then said "Oh" and said: "Zhao Qianshi is talking about firearms, right? Today is just a drill of infantry, bow and horse. So I can’t hear it.”
No... shouldn't the infantry of the Shenji Battalion also use muskets? What are rocket soldiers...shouldn't they be artillery? Zhao Duan felt curious.
He didn't know much about the situation of the Dayu Shenji Camp, so he only made guesses based on his inertial thinking.
However, in order not to show his cowardice, he only suppressed his doubts in his heart.
While they were talking, the group of people walked around the barracks, and a huge school field suddenly opened up in front of them.
At this moment, flags were flying around the school grounds, and armored infantrymen, either holding spears or bows and arrows, formed a square formation to practice.
Some middle and low-level military attachés nearby saw Shi Meng's arrival from a distance, and ordered their infantry to stop, turn this way, and form formations to welcome the arrival of the new commander.
"The commander of Shenji camp..."
"The cards..."
"General of the Chinese Army Camp... please refer to the Commanding Officers!"
In the blink of an eye, dozens of officers rushed over one after another and greeted each other with fists clasped.
Zhao Duan smiled and nodded one after another. Together with Mochou, he inspected the square formation of thousands of soldiers, which felt like an inspection.
Shi Meng smiled and nodded slightly, thinking that his instructions had indeed worked, and these soldiers performed well.
At any rate, this made Mr. Zhao, who was appointed by His Majesty and named Qian Shi, actually the "supervisor of the army" happy.
Things will be much easier after that.
However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, Shi Meng's eyelids twitched.
Hearing the sound of horse hooves approaching, my heart skipped a beat.
Zhao Duan also raised his head when he heard the sound, and was surprised to see a white-robed young general riding out of the army in the distance from the school grounds!
Under this man's seat is a rare white horse, and immediately behind him is a young officer wearing a white cloak and bright silver armor.
He is about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a handsome appearance and sharp eyes. When the horse is galloping, it can be seen that he has excellent equestrian skills.
Amidst the thundering sound of horse hooves, the white-robed officer suddenly raised the iron bow in his hand, took out three arrows from the quiver on his back, and placed them on the bowstring like a flowing movement.
Bow and arrow.
The horse gallops.
Clouds of smoke and dust rose from the ground.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
The three arrows turned into afterimages as they ran, shot out of the air, and accurately hit the scarlet bullseyes of the three archery targets in the school field!
“Okay!”
"mighty!"
In the military formation, there were faint cheers.
Accompanied by the low sound of drums.
The scene prepared to welcome Zhao Duan seemed to have become a stage for this man to perform archery.
Shi Meng's expression suddenly changed, and he secretly shouted "ancestor!" in his heart, almost wanting to curse on the spot.
"General Shi, this is..."
It's so good that Zhao Duan turned to him with a smile on his face.
Like a fierce general on the battlefield, the stone is actually thick but thin. The commander moved his lips and had to force a smile: "It's Tangping, a thousand households in the camp."
That young man?
Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows.
At this time, the drumming gradually stopped, and the white-robed officer reined in his horse and came to the crowd, turned over and jumped down.
With an extremely ugly expression on his face, Shi Meng faced Zhao Duan and bowed slightly, as if saluting.
But he held up a large iron bow with both hands and said loudly: "General Tang Ping, following the tradition of the army, please invite General Zhao to perform martial arts!"
(End of chapter)