Chapter 2: The playboy leads the army

New Aihui City is also known as Heilongjiang City. The city is on the right bank of Heilongjiang River and was originally the garrison of the generals of Heilongjiang. After the Heilongjiang General moved to Melgen during the Kangxi period, the city stayed in the city to guard the lieutenant.

The heavy snow has been falling in the past few days, and the Heilongjiang River has long been closed, like a silver belt, winding around. Above the walls of Aihui City, you can vaguely see the small town of Hailanpao, covered with silver on the other side of the river.

The city guard yamen has now become the headquarters of the commander of the Third Battalion of the Inlaid Blue Flag, the deputy commander of the Inlaid Blue Flag, and the commander of the Third Battalion of the God Cannon. In the warm pavilion on the left, the ground dragons were burning hot, and the charcoal in the brazier was red, but it seemed that it could not drive away the cold weather outside.

Sitting on the kang, You took a sip of hot hot tea and looked at Zhang Qian: "Zhang Shouge, do you seem to disagree with the transfer of Dahur people as messengers?"

Zhang Qian was slightly stunned. The young man still had some vision, but he was not as confused as he imagined. He hurriedly said, "I dare not do it for a humble position."

Ye Zhao nodded slowly and gently, "I dare not? I dare not. It seems that you still don't agree with it?"

Zhang Qian was stunned again and quickly stood up and bowed: "I don't disagree with it!"

Ye Zhao's voice gradually became stern: "You not only disagree with your official decisions, but also disagree with your official!"

Zhang Qian burst into cold sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't help but kneel down on one knee, and shouted: "I dare not be humble in my position!" It is a great sin to despise Shangguan.

"I dare not!" Ye Zhao's voice became even colder.

Zhang Qian didn't know what to say, and he knelt there and felt a needle and a cold sweat began to whimper on his back. He didn't expect that this delicate and gentle young master would get angry so terrible.

Only the sound of Lord Tuan sucking tea in his ears, but he didn't dare to raise his head.

Finally, Ye Zhao started to speak, his tone also eased, "It is true that the Dahur tribe is brave and warlike, but I ask you, how many Rakshasa ghosts can a Dahur tribe kill?"

"This is a humble position, and the situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, and it is difficult to explain it at the moment."

Ye Zhao nodded: "But one Dahur people may save the lives of hundreds of officers and soldiers, and may help the officers and soldiers kill the brigade of Rakshasa. They are good at walking in glaciers and mountains as if they are flying, and they have the talent of flying birds sending letters to warn them. Let me give you an example. We have forty or fifty officers and soldiers in a group of Rakshasa. If there are Dahur people running around and calling out, we can assemble troops and horses to help in the shortest time. Not only can we rescue the fallen soldiers, but we also have the opportunity to gather the Rakshasa people and annihilate them. Just count, it is not a hundred times stronger than you gather dozens of Dahur warriors to fight?"

"Of course, you may not encounter such coincidences, but it is still more miraculous than recruiting them as soldiers."

Zhang Qian listened silently, but suddenly realized that Lord Du Tong was not a mess and was justified, and he had never thought about it before.

"Get up! Your fame is made with one sword and one shot. It is hard for you to listen to my talk on paper."

Zhang Qianggang made a gesture and wanted to get up. When he heard Ye Zhao's words, he hurriedly knelt down, "I am taught by the low-level position, and I am not a low-level position, please accept the blame!"

Ye Zhao tasted the tea and said lightly: "Go down, if you try your best to suppress the barbarians, it will be worth it."

"Yes! Yes! Retirement!" Zhang Qian bowed his waist, lowered his hands and stepped back. After leaving the house, the cold wind blew outside, and he couldn't help but shiver. The prince's behavior was so different from the impression he gave, and even a little scary.

Seeing Zhang Qian withdrawing, the old master smiled and said, "He is also smart and capable, and has no bad intentions."

Ye Zhao nodded: "I know, otherwise I wouldn't have said these words to him." He looked at the old master and sighed softly: "It's cold outside the pass, thank you for your hard work."

The old master sighed deeply, "What did I have to work hard?" Seeing his depressed expression on his face, he naturally thought of Han Jinchun.

Ye Zhao didn't say anything, but just picked up the tea cup and tasted the tea.

After a while, the old Master forced a smile and said, "Look at me, I'm making you uncomfortable again. Or, let's talk about Rakshasa people."

Priest Mad finally had the opportunity to interrupt, and he spoke fluently in Chinese: "The Russians suffered a defeat in Crimea and could not last long."

Ye Zhao and the old master looked at each other and their hearts were sank. Both of them knew that if the Crimean war ended, they would probably increase their troops in the East and West Siberia area very quickly, and the situation outside the pass would be even more difficult.

While pondering, Ye Zhao said to the old master: "Mad is proficient in Rakshasa. If he catches prisoners of war in the future, he can hand him over to interrogate him."
Chapter completed!