From the prince's frowning face, Yang Kai saw the puzzled look he expected. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yang Tianhong, after the Marquis Yiyong, once asked for a knighthood, but now he has learned something and returned from the mountain...... Hmph! No wonder this person can enter the eyes of his father, but he has some ability. ”

From these words, Yang Kai heard a sour taste.

He wasted no time in advancing: "This man is too young. Your Highness, did you make a mistake on the part of the ministry? Do you want to send this document back for re-examination, and then submit it to Your Highness for your personal approval?"

As a close confidant of the crown prince, as long as this document enters the link of returning to the Ministry of Officials for re-review, Yang Kai has many ways to make the document sink into the sea. There are a lot of copywriters in the Ministry over the years, and most of them are things that are difficult to solve and accumulate over time. As long as you make a slight change in the ranking, if you want to re-examine this document, it will be at least a few years later.

A lot of things are like this, and if they are delayed again and again, they will not be over.

Surprisingly, Yang Kai did not receive an accurate answer. The crown prince raised the document in his hand, approached his eyes and read it carefully, and said to himself: "This is the reward that my father personally promised him. How can the words of the Son of Heaven be changed casually?"

As he spoke, the prince turned his gaze to Yang Kai and said with a smile: "Xiao Kai, this person has the same surname as you." Maybe it was one family 500 years ago. My father has something to say, and I don't want to say much. Let's just reply accordingly!"

Yang Kai was very disappointed and unwilling. He approached the crown prince and kissed him lightly, and said in a coquettish tone: "The slave family is really for the sake of Your Highness. Now is the time to win hearts and minds, Your Highness, you need more support. If this Yang Tianhong is really so great, Your Highness, you should take him as your own. ”

As soon as these words came out, the prince was indeed a little tempted and asked, "Then in your opinion, how should you deal with it?"

Yang Kai was half-naked, and he smiled for a while: "Your Majesty's will, of course, cannot be changed." But here'......"

He pointed to the text of "commanding a battalion alone" on the document and said, "Your Majesty has not designated Yang Tianhong to command a certain battalion of sergeants. For example, the Fengrui Battalion is a strong warrior. or the Xuanhuo Battalion, all of which are second-rate supplementary soldiers. Your Highness, why don't you try this man? If he is really wise and powerful, then even the old and weak soldiers will become fierce tigers and lions in his hands. When that time comes, Your Highness, you will give him a great reward, and this person will be grateful. Hehe, what do you think, Your Highness?"

"Xuanhuo Camp?"

The prince thought about Yang Kai's suggestion and nodded slowly: "Yes, just do it like this." The reply specifically stated: Yang Tianhong was appointed as the commander of the Xuanhuo Battalion of the Beijing Division, and he took office on the same day, and there must be no mistakes. ”

......

Menzi's daily work is a bit boring. Most of the time, I either sit in a daze or watch the crowd coming and going outside.

Yang Dahai walked over from the direction of the outer courtyard of the Yang Mansion.

Menzi has never liked this old guy.

Of course, the main reason is that the lady and the two young masters don't like it, so he doesn't like it either.

Menzi spat at Yang Dahai. was about to shout and curse a few words as usual, and suddenly saw a meat bun in Yang Dahai's hand.

The old man's action of holding the bun is very strange, the bun is held in the palm of his hand, his hand is hidden behind his back, and his movements are very careful, as if he does not want to be discovered by others.

Menzi has a thief's eye for poison. So he quietly turned sideways, hid behind the door, and carefully observed Yang Dahai's movements.

A yellow dog ran from the direction of the street and barked at Yang Dahai.

Yang Dahai turned his back to the door of the inner courtyard, and did not notice the door hiding there. He broke the bun in his hand into small pieces and threw it to the yellow dog little by little. The dog was very greedy, walked into the alley step by step, and was led by Yang Dahai to a dark and uninhabited corner.

Menzi saw Yang Dahai twisting the neck of the yellow dog with one hand, and heard Yang Dahai happily muttering to himself there: "What a fat dog, if you skin it, you are a tender meat." Have a good stew, and make an appointment with those old guys in the evening to have a few drinks together. ”

The voice was very small, but Menzi still heard the vague words "stewed dog meat", and suddenly felt a stream of saliva welling up in his mouth, and the whole person was salivating.

The yellow dog is very large, and it is quite laborious to carry it on the body. Just when Menzi watched Yang Dahai leave greedily, a few people suddenly ran over at the entrance of the alley, pointing at Yang Dahai and shouting wildly: "It's the old guy in front who stole the dog." Stop, don't run, see how I clean you up!"

The gang was carrying sticks in their hands, and Yang Dahai hurriedly threw the dead dog on his shoulder, holding his head and running away.

The people chasing after him also quickly disappeared, and only the yellow dog that had just been killed was left in the alley.

Menzi couldn't help but think of the story of "waiting for the rabbit", and suddenly smiled, ran out in a hurry, and dragged the dead dog in.

Not to mention, Yang Dahai's vision is good, pouring boiling water on it, and peeling off the yellow dog's skin is a good fat body. Menzi is very good at cooking, adding more ingredients and green onion and ginger, stewing for half a day, and in the evening, the crispy dog meat with chili oil is very happy.

At night, Menzi suddenly had a terrible abdominal pain, and he rolled down from the bed with his stomach in his arms. There was a miserable howl, and for a whole night, the inner courtyard of the Yang Mansion was not at peace.

Many people have seen Menzi's horrific death.

More than a dozen brown bugs the thickness of fingers came out of Menzi's body.

They seem to be hiding in Menzi's body in the first place, like chicks hatching from their egg shells, pecking through their hard shells with their pointed beaks. The difference is that these insects have soft bodies, directly punch holes in Menzi's belly, drill bloody holes, and do not leave after they come out, but drill back down Menzi's mouth, nostrils, eyes, and ears. Bugs were in and out of Menzi all night. When the other handymen in the house found out, Menzi was no longer breathing, and his whole body was gnawed by insects, as if he was firmly bound by a dozen fleshy giant earthworms, and he was unrecognizable.

In the room where the Demon King is imprisoned, the "Dark Book" records many unique methods of repelling insects and beasts from demons.

Ascaris are very common. With a special method of soaking roundworm eggs in dog blood, plus a special drug, the eggs can tolerate high temperatures, enter the human body, wake up in a short time, and then hatch quickly. With the stimulation of drugs, roundworms can mutate into giant worms with a body length of more than three meters in just two hours. This is no longer an ordinary roundworm, but a demon Gu worm with ferocious habits. As long as the amount of medicine is controlled, it can determine the life and death of mutant roundworms. Although they feed on the flesh and blood of Menzi, their lifespan has also been drastically shortened. Before noon the next day, the mutant roundworms had collapsed and turned into puddles of pus.

Of course, Yang Dahai will not steal dog meat.

That's just acting, letting Menzi see it, and then follow the fixed train of thought and bring the dead dog back to cook.

is still the same sentence, after all, Xu is the wife of Yang Tianhong's deceased father. Killing people in front of the housewife will bring a burden on Yang Tianhong's reputation no matter what. It is much simpler to kill people by other means, and no one says anything about it.

A few new servants who were good friends with the disciples were very angry and wanted to report to the official.

The old servant of the inner courtyard scoffed at this and admonished: "Do you think that Young Master Tianhong is an ordinary person? Don't forget, he is a disciple of the Eight Classics of the Guiyuan Sect. Not to mention this method, even if it is much more terrifying than this, it is actually normal. Menzi first spoke disrespectfully, that was his own way of death, and he couldn't complain about others. I advise you to put away that little bit of caution and do what you have to do in the house honestly. The dispute between the lady and the young master is not something you can participate in. If you anger the young master one day, maybe it will end up the same as Menzi. ”

......

Xuanhuo Camp is located in the northern suburbs of Beijing, thirty miles.

When Yang Tianhong jumped close to the camp gate with dozens of guards, he saw that there was only an elderly veteran guarding the camp gate. He sat in tattered clothes, with his right leg resting on his left knee, holding a feathered arrow in his hand, bowing his head, slowly scratching his foot with an iron arrow, with a attentive attitude, and a look of satisfaction on his face.

Stabilizing the horse's head, Yang Tianhong did not dismount, and he did not want to disturb the old army's feet. Just grabbed the reins, rode on the horse, and looked at each other with a smile.

The old army was more or less obedient, hurriedly put on his shoes, and looked at the cold-faced, powerful guards behind Yang Tianhong with fear. In the end, his eyes fell on Yang Tianhong.

Yang Tianhong didn't say much, and directly threw his waist card engraved with "Captain Zhongwu" over, and said casually: "This official is the new battalion officer of the Xuanhuo Battalion." Go, and inform all the officers above the rank of lieutenant, and say that they are waiting for them in the big tent. Regardless of whether there is anything to do or not, it is best to come and meet in person. ”

The big tent is a more common name in the army. It was actually a spacious building built on the high ground inside the camp. Yang Tianhong walked into the unattended door, walked straight to the long bar case in the middle of the position, reached out and touched the lacquered desktop, and found that his hands were covered with thick dust.

He shook his head, slowly patted the dust off his hands, and sighed softly, "What kind of barracks is this? ”

Yang Tong, the personal guard, was wearing soft armor and walked behind Yang Tianhong. Hearing this, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Young Master, you have a high vision when you say this." The twenty-four battalions of the Beijing Division, except for the six guards battalions around His Majesty, can be regarded as elite, and most of the rest are empty and loosely armed. In recent years, the border of Dachu has been relatively peaceful, and there is no place for soldiers. This Xuanhuo camp is not bad, at least there are people on duty in front of the camp gate. If you look elsewhere, there's something worse than this. ”

Yang Tianhong didn't speak, still shook his head, and left the big tent with the guards, walking in the direction of the school reading platform.

More than half an hour later, when Yang Tianhong and his party returned to the big tent, hundreds of officers and soldiers of the Xuanhuo Battalion had gathered here, which was originally empty.

Stepping on the long steps, Yang Tianhong walked into the door proudly. The soldiers, dressed in armor and in fairly complete costumes, stood in line on both sides and saluted. Their eyes as they looked at Yang Tianhong were full of curiosity, excitement, and obvious contempt and mockery.

Yang Tianhong swept away the previous peace, and his face was full of undisguised indifference and arrogance. Soon, walking into the hall, the officers standing on the left and right sides also focused their eyes on him.

"This will be the new battalion officer of the Xuanhuo Battalion. ”

Yang Tianhong spoke simply and clearly, he swung the documents and official seals issued by his subordinates on the case that had just been cleaned, and made an extremely dull impact, his cold gaze swept towards these officers one by one, and his rigid and fierce expression made everyone who saw him feel nervous, and instinctively stood up straight.

This kind of outward momentum is extremely strong, and the sudden change is also unexpected. At this moment, the originally warm atmosphere inside the big tent instantly dropped to freezing point. The officers of the Xuanhuo Battalion even had an illusion: Yang Tianhong, the new battalion officer on the first seat, was not a human at all, but a fierce and savage colorful tiger that could devour human flesh and blood at any time.

The suffocating dreary lasted for half a minute.

When the big tent was completely quiet, and even a needle could be heard, Yang Tianhong's tense and fierce face suddenly showed a smile. He raised his hand and waved it very casually, and his tone and voice became flat and gentle: "Sit down! Don't be so inhibited, you'd better talk freely, and by the way, let Ben get to know you. ”

The crowd, whose bodies were stiff and whose expressions were frightened, suddenly melted as quickly as ice met sunlight. Several officers who suddenly realized whispered that Yang Tianhong, the new battalion officer, was quite interesting. Of course, one is for Liwei, and the other is an indispensable cognitive process between getting on and off the shelves.

Xue Jinbiao, Yin Jianhua, Wu Han, Ma Wenchang......

The process of getting to know each other was time-consuming, and everyone in the big tent reported their names one by one. After a lap, it was already afternoon. However, the atmosphere was quite warm, and the generals were quite polite towards Yang Tianhong, the new battalion officer.

Yang Tianhong watched coldly.

There are no more than two kinds of people who respect themselves: one is because of their status as the commander of the barracks, and the other is because of their own cultivation. The Linglong Treasure Lock concealed the true cultivation strength, but no matter what, the strongest officer in the big tent was only the second level of qi refining, and he couldn't compare with the fifth order of qi refining on his surface.

There are also people who are indifferent and disdainful of themselves. Despite the smile on their faces, the mockery in their eyes was clear.

This is not surprising. Everyone is new to a place, and there are always some who accept it and some who oppose it.

It's getting late.

Yang Tianhong put away the polite smile on his face and gave his first order to the officers standing in the hall.

"Tomorrow, Ben will inspect all the battalion soldiers on the school platform. ”

......

The next day was overcast and gloomy.

On the school field, which is enough to accommodate 5,000 people, there are more than 1,000 battalion soldiers. The hundreds of young and strong sergeants standing in the front row were quite neat, and their equipment was barely passable. However, after the fourth row, the age of the personnel was obviously older, and many of them were simply thin old men. After that, there were more than 200 dolls of eleven or twelve years old.

Yang Tianhong walked around these battalion soldiers with an expressionless face, and finally returned to the school parade platform.

He glanced at Xue Jinbiao, the deputy general standing on the side with a gloomy expression, and asked, "How many people are in the Xuanhuo Battalion?"

Xue Jinbiao was a burly man, and the fine iron armor he wore was well maintained, exuding a faint smell of oil. He hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted, and replied seriously: "General Hui, the camp has a quota of 3,000 people." This is the number of soldiers, auxiliaries are not yet included. ”

Yang Tianhong did not wear armor today, he wore a black straight embellished, and the color of his clothes contrasted sharply with his white skin. After stopping this, he couldn't help but smile lightly: "So, how many of these people are on the school field now?"

Xue Jinbiao was so overwhelmed by these words that he didn't know how to answer for a while, and Yin Jianhua, another deputy general standing next to him, hurriedly picked up the conversation and explained for him: "General Hui, the camp is actually full. It's just that you're in a bit of a hurry, General, and you can't notify everyone. In addition, there was an epidemic in the suburbs of Beijing last month, when many battalion soldiers were infected with emergencies and are now recuperating and unable to exercise for the time being. ”

This is clearly prevarication. However, Yang Tianhong had no intention of pursuing it. He turned around, pointed to the rusty iron guns in the hands of the soldiers at the front of the school yard, and the shields that were neglected to be maintained and their belts had fallen off, and frowned and asked, "What about the ordnance, why is it so dilapidated?"

Yin Jianhua is a bald head, with a fat waist, and the beard above his lips is trimmed into a figure of eight, and he looks very shrewd and smooth: "These are the weapons allocated by the military department, and we have reported to the top many times in a row, but we have not been able to solve it." ”

In order to improve the various functions of the human body, standing on the school field, Yang Tianhong could see those yellow-faced and thin-skinned veterans hundreds of meters away. He asked again: "Is there a shortage of food in the army? Why do I see that many sergeants have vegetables?"

Lieutenant Ma Wenchang took a few steps forward and said with a smile: "There has always been a case for the salary issued by the Ministry of War. The Xuanhuo Battalion does not belong to the Son of Heaven's guard, and the silver armaments have always been issued according to the second-class rules. ”

Yang Tianhong was a little puzzled: "What is a second-class rule?"

Ma Wenchang was about to explain, but the deputy general Xue Jinbiao, who had been silent for a long time, spoke before him: "According to the regulations formulated by the Ministry of War, the sixth battalion of the Son of Heaven Guards is the most elite, and you can get a first-class salary, that is, three taels of silver per soldier per month. The sergeants of the Xuanhuo Battalion are only second-class per month, and their per capita monthly salary is one or two or five cents. ”

Yang Tianhong seemed to be quite interested in this: "Oh! So, there should be a third-class rule?"

"Yes, of course!"

Ma Wenchang nodded and hurriedly replied: "There are also government soldiers guarding various places, not to mention third-class rules, even if they are fourth-class or fifth-class, there are them." ”

Yang Tianhong nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

When leaving the school grounds, Yang Tianhong found that Yin Jianhua walked to his side and quietly stuffed a bag of things into his hand.

It was a stack of silver tickets with a denomination of one hundred taels, twenty in all.