Chapter 40 Respect the heroic soul of my fallen soldiers
Zhang Cheng sent Chen Zhong to summon the four sentry commanders, and he first came to Zhang Yan's military tent.
"Cheng'er, how do you plan to resettle these many refugees?" Zhang Yan asked first when he saw Zhang Cheng entering the tent alone.
Zhang Cheng replied without thinking: "My nephew's intention is to send him out of the pass first to avoid the Tartars. After the Tartars retreat, let them do what they want."
"Although this is a good law, but the Tartars invaded the territory and the Juyong Gate was closed, how did you pass through it?" Zhang Yan had a look of doubt on his face, he was suddenly startled and said: "Could it be that you want to...
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Zhang Yan did not continue. He felt that this matter seemed a bit... a bit abrupt and a bit risky, so he couldn't help but look sideways at Zhang Cheng.
"That's exactly what I mean. Now only the governor's warrant can open the door, not to mention that nearly a thousand people have to pass through." Zhang Cheng looked at his uncle Zhang Yan with a firm look and replied.
"Do you think the governor will agree?" Zhang Yan continued to ask.
"The Governor is loyal to state affairs, serves the country wholeheartedly, loves and protects the people, and is even more happy about a great victory. I will approve this proposal." Zhang Cheng answered confidently.
He did not dare to tell the truth to Zhang Yan. He did not intend to let these nearly a thousand people return to Gyeonggi Province.
Why come back?
Are you waiting for the Tatars to invade next time and be kidnapped again?
What's more, he still needs people. These are good people who endure hardships and stand hard work. For him in the future, they will be like General Han Xin. The more the better.
The reason why I didn't tell Zhang Yan was because I was afraid that Zhang Yan would be too cautious to take her in. With my uncle's loyalty to the court and the current emperor, I wouldn't misunderstand him anymore, so I had to try, so it was better to hide it from him first.
While they were talking, Lin Zhiyi opened the curtain and entered the military tent, reporting to Zhang Cheng that all four sentry commanders had arrived.
Moreover, the soldiers from Yang Junmen have also come to urge him once.
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Zhang Cheng followed his uncle and led Lin Zhiyi and other five sentry commanders, as well as Zhang Cheng's personal captain Chen Zhong, to the Chinese army's tent belonging to the general officer Yang Guozhu of Xuanzhen. The tent was already filled with armored soldiers.
General, the big tent was packed to the brim.
Yang Guozhu sat high at the head of the big tent. There was a table in front of him, with several plates of meat and a large pot of wine on it.
The generals of Xuanzhen who came to the capital for King Qin were seated on both sides of Yang Guozhu's head. In front of each of them, there was a small table with some meat, rice, wine and the like.
Behind the guerrilla generals who had already taken their seats, the officers and generals of their respective ministries and generals were also invited to participate. They all sat behind their respective generals in order. In front of them was also a small table with wine and food.
After Zhang Yan opened the tent curtain and entered, everyone in the tent focused their attention here.
Yang Guozhu stood up from his seat and said enthusiastically: "Brother Zhang, come on, please take a seat."
Even guerrilla Guo Yingxian and others stood up quickly, and the CEOs behind them stood up even more hastily, making the scene a little chaotic.
Zhang Cheng glanced around the big tent. Just like the last time he came, the three guerrillas, including Guo Yingxian, Li Jianming, and Wen Hui, were sitting at the bottom of Yang Guozhu's right side.
On the lower left side of Yang Guozhu, there are only two small tables in front, which are obviously prepared for his uncle and nephew.
He is just the Qian Commander under the command of General Zhang Yan, so he should sit behind Zhang Yan. Because he is the protagonist this time and is the hero of the victory of Ma Fang, and Yang Guozhu also regards him as a future guerrilla, so his position
Arrange to be under Zhang Yan's command, not behind him.
Behind their uncle and nephew, there were six small tables placed together. Among them, Lin Zhiyi was the deputy Qianhu and the commander of Zhang Yan's Chinese military sentry, so he was already invited.
When it came to the post commander of Zhang Cheng's department, they were all hundreds of households, trying out the level of hundreds of households. They should not have participated in such a banquet, but the commander-in-chief Yang Guozhu specially emphasized that they were all warriors who had won today's victory and would fight for the rest of their lives. They must raise their glasses.
We were celebrating together, so we were invited to attend.
They followed Zhang Yan and took their seats one by one, waiting for them to sit firmly.
Yang Guozhu took the lead in toasting. He raised his wine bowl and said to Zhang Yan and the generals: "Today, General Zhang's troops severely attacked the Tartars in Mafang. They exalted our army's prestige and strengthened our Ming Dynasty's prestige. I would like to congratulate General Zhang."
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Zhang Yan stood up quickly and said loudly: "It's all down to Yang Junmen for planning the strategy. Congratulations to Yang Junmen."
Everyone raised their bowls and drank the whole drink.
Zhang Cheng only felt that the wine tasted sweet and mellow, similar to the rice wine in his original world, but the texture was better. For him who was used to drinking high-grade soju, he was still a little uncomfortable with this glass.
As soon as the banquet started, the military tent became lively.
First of all, I heard Guo Yingxian's loud and bold voice: "Come on, brother Zhang, brother Cheng, I, Guo, will give you a bowl."
Zhang Yan's face was livid, he helplessly picked up the wine bowl, held it up to signal to Guo Yingxian, and took a sip without saying a word.
He muttered in his heart: "Lao Guo is the same. He is always so crazy. How can he toast his uncle and nephew at the same time? The seniority is all messed up."
Zhang Cheng also picked up the wine bowl, gestured to Guo Yingxian, raised the glass and drank it all in one gulp.
After the second bowl of wine, he felt a little better. This wine was far less powerful than the soju he drank before, and seemed to be slightly stronger than beer. It was slightly sweet in the mouth. After two bowls, he felt a slight heat in his stomach.
Over there, Li Jianming and Wen Hui also raised their bowls to each other in honor, while Zhang Yan was the same, raising his bowl to dip his lips, and just tasted it.
Zhang Cheng, on the other hand, would not refuse anyone who came, and would do it with just a bowl of wine. Everyone called him "Massive" and worthy of being the "Xuanzhen Wine and Guts"!
Zhang Yan next to him glared at him many times, but he just grinned and continued to toast to himself.
Zhang Yan didn't know that Zhang Cheng had just started to feel the feeling after drinking. He seemed to have regained the feeling of drinking beer in the original world. He sang and drank, drank and drank, and the more he drank, the more sober he became.
After the two guerrillas toasted, a group of generals, generals and lieutenants took turns coming up to toast. They were no more afraid to toast Zhang Yan than Li Jianming, Wen Hui and others.
But Zhang Cheng didn't say anything. When they were in Xuanzang, they would always get drunk together. Zhang Cheng was the youngest among the group, but he was a demon king. He was not big or small on weekdays. When he saw other thousands of households,
Always call him by his first name.
We all happened to be taking advantage of the celebration banquet today, and as if we had made an appointment, we drank wine together from Zhang Cheng.
Guo Yingxian, who was sitting opposite, couldn't see it. He strode over with his own big bowl and wine flask, and shouted: "Brother Cheng, for this great achievement, I will give you three bowls of toast."
Seeing Guo Yingxian coming to toast, how could Mr. Qian stay here and ask for trouble? But he was already standing here, filling his wine bowl, so he made peace and ran towards Chen Zhong and others behind Zhang Cheng.
When Zhang Cheng saw Guo Yingxian coming to toast in person, he quickly stood up, took the bowl and said, "It's Zhang Cheng who respects Uncle Guo."
The two of them drank three bowls in a row, adding up to ten bowls of warm rice wine. It was still slightly sweet in the mouth, and Zhang Cheng felt a little tipsy. Guo Yingxian, however, Zhang Cheng gave a thumbs up and said: "Brother Cheng, you are so generous.
, I love drinking with you the most."
After Guo Yingxian finished speaking, he went to toast others. Zhang Cheng took the opportunity to turn around and see that Chen Zhong and the others were already having a drinking fight with those Qian Zong and the Chinese Army. The original owner of Zhang Cheng's body was a drunkard, and naturally he often brought his subordinates in and out.
At Goulan Restaurant, you have already developed your drinking capacity.
This is the first time I have participated in such a high-level banquet. The people gathered in the military tent are at least generals with the rank of Qianzong and above. They are still all from a hundred households, but as the saying goes - drinking makes a hero brave, the same goes for it.
The courage of a coward.
After a few bowls of wine, they relaxed and hugged a group of generals and soldiers, and their faces were red from drinking. If it weren't for the generals, generals, guerrillas and a group of superior officers in the tent, I'm afraid
At this moment, the guessing game started.
After this battle, most of them will be promoted, and they will all be future deputy Qianhu, Qianhu, those Qianhu, the Chinese Army also saw this, so they toasted and made friends with them so enthusiastically.
Over there, Guo Yingxian, Li Jianming, and Wen Hui were also chatting with Yang Guozhu and Zhang Yan while toasting each other. Zhang Yan drank more elegantly, but he still drank three or four bowls.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the military tent had become lively. There was a large pot in the center of the tent, steaming mutton, and several large pots of rice wine were scalding on several stoves nearby.
Yang Guozhu's soldiers were busy in the military tent, constantly adding meat and wine to the generals.
"I heard that Zhang Qianhu seized a lot of money this time!" Guerrilla Li Jianming asked Zhang Cheng casually, holding a wine bowl and squinting his eyes.
Zhang Cheng had just stood up, also holding a wine bowl, and was about to toast Yang Guozhu. After hearing Li Jianming's words, he turned around and sat down.
Still holding the wine bowl in his hand, he faced Yang Guozhu and said: "Yang Junmen, our lieutenant generals, there was a bloodbath in Mafang today, with as many as forty-six casualties. Zhang Cheng was also hit by an arrow. Fortunately, he has a heart mirror."
My life is hanging by a thread. I am asking the military sect for permission. Zhang Cheng is willing to use this wine to pay tribute to the heroic souls of our fallen soldiers."
After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, the military tent suddenly became quiet. Even Li Jianming was surprised, and then he secretly hated Zhang Cheng in his heart: "You little brat, how dare you take me seriously because your uncle is a general?"
Just when Li Jianming was secretly angry, the hearty voice of Yang Guozhu, who was sitting at the top, came: "Of course it should be."
After saying that, he stood up, holding a wine bowl in his hand. All the generals in the tent stood up as usual, and only heard Yang Guozhu say: "Today, the officers and men of the right wing camp of Zhenbiao fought bravely and slaughtered the Tartars. Although they sacrificed their lives for the country,
He died a worthy death, and he should be an example to our generation. Today, I drink this wine to honor all heroes from afar. From now on, we will bravely kill slaves, comfort the heroic spirits, and repay the emperor's great kindness!"
After Yang Guozhu finished speaking, he raised the wine bowl in his hand and poured the wine on the ground. The generals in the tent also imitated his example and poured wine on the ground to comfort the heroes.
No one spoke again, and the scene seemed very awkward for a while. Zhang Yan couldn't help but stare at Li Jianming. Li Jianming was also extremely embarrassed. He wanted to speak several times to relieve the embarrassment, but his lips moved, but no words came out.
Guo Yingxian next to him was also furious. He drank a bowl of wine and put it back on the table with a bang.
In the end, Yang Guozhu raised the big bowl and said: "Brothers, let's drink a toast to the brave officers and soldiers of Zhenbiao Right Wing Battalion."
Zhang Yan then stood up and said: "Congratulations to the military gate, cheers."
In the military tent, everyone drank again, and the embarrassing scene disappeared.
The generals began to eat the cooked meat and toast each other.
Since everyone was a martial artist, there were not so many rules, and the scene became more and more lively. Many people even found it inconvenient to use chopsticks, so they just grabbed the mutton with their hands and ate it, leaving their mouths full of oil.
The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were already the main force in the Ming army. After years of military life, they were used to being rough. However, they were professional soldiers after all. As long as they had sufficient food and pay, they would be very effective in fighting.
Zhang Cheng also stood up and toasted Yang Guogui with a bowl of wine, followed by Guo Yingxian, Li Jianming, Wen Hui and other guerrillas.
When he finally responded to those President Qian, Zhongjun and others, he just held the wine bowl and returned the greetings together instead of paying tribute to them one by one. Even so, after this round, he had consumed more than 20 bowls of rice wine. He had already
He felt a little floating, which made him feel extremely comfortable both physically and mentally.
The military tent was once again in harmony, with people drinking wine and drinking wine, changing cups and cups, and endless jubilation.