Xuanzhen Beisai, Yehuling Dining Fort.

In the camp inside the Great Wall, Zhao Menglin, the chief soldier, roasted a sheep in the tent, and together with the two lieutenants, entertained Zhang Mingshi and Ma Xianglin.

Zhao Menglin, like Du Song, the chief soldier of Shanhaiguan, is from Shaanxi, and Zhang Mingshi has a strong Shaoxing accent.

But the two masters, whose accents are thousands of miles apart, because of their bold and rough temperament, in the atmosphere of the generals cherishing the generals, respectively held back the official words of the taste of oily noodles and the taste of dried plum vegetables, and they also talked very happily.

Zhao Menglin is sixty years old this year, and in the Battle of Salhu in another time and space, he was transferred to Liaodong as a general soldier, and became the deputy of Du Song, the general soldier of Shanhaiguan, and commanded the Western Route Army in the Fourth Route Army of the Ming Dynasty. The combat power of the Western Route Army was quite strong, but unfortunately, in order to compete for the first success, Juniper did not wait for the other Ming troops of the Eastern Route Army Liu Ling and other three routes to arrive and rush to cross the Hunhe River. During this period, Zhao Menglin dissuaded this famous Shaanxi villager, but he didn't stop it after all, and finally died in Salhu with Juniper.

General Zhao in this world is still thick and fine, remembering that the whole battalion is currently in the time of strict prevention of Tartar knocking, he does not drink much, but only persuades Zhang and Ma to eat meat, and asks Zhang Mingshi about the patterns of firearms.

Veterans are always eye-catching and sharp-eyed.

Before long, Zhao Menglin had already seen that although Ma Xianglin sat straight and quiet, not as loose as Zhang Mingshi, the whole person was like a gourd, revealing a sense of excitement.

The white-haired general soldier knows that since the time of Jiajingye, in the center of the imperial court, the military generals have been cold and thin. This time, Ma Xianglin committed such a rebellious event, even if there was a precipice to restrain the horse and return to the right to save the danger, if it weren't for the fact that Sichuan and Shu couldn't do without Qin Liangyu's guard, and Shanhaiguan was afraid of the mutiny of the Shiyan army, how could the Lord and the elders in the cabinet suppress the fierce shouts of the knife and pen officials about the fall of the head.

Zhao Menglin then said with a pleasant face: "General Ma, this general respects Lingtang's ability to fight well, and I also know that you are the most brave in this gate, if you only make a garrison in a deserted place, you will be talented." In this way, when this capture is lifted, Zhang Shen is stationed in Wanquan Right Guard, General Ma, what about you, go east, cross Zhangjiakou, and go to Longmen Pass Fort near Longmen Guard. The guerrillas there are old and sick begging to take a break, and the court allows him to go home, and you are actually acting as a guerrilla, how about it? ”

Zhang Mingshi and Ma Xianglin's eyes, along with Zhao Zongbing's explanation, were all cast to the Xuanzhen military fortress map hanging in the tent.

When the two of them saw it, they knew it.

The two stations are not considered to be the border places, but they are attached to the Great Wall, distributed on the east and west sides of Xuanzhen, and the Longmen Pass Fort where Ma Xianglin is going is not far from the Shanhaiguan of Jizhen.

Zhao Menglin was old and planned to be in the army, which not only gave Ma Xianglin the dignity of leading the guerrillas, but also separated him from Zhang Mingshi, two close-knit outsiders, and more importantly, most of this Zhao master was still thinking about the thousands of Sichuan soldiers and guest troops in the hands of his fellow countryman Juniper, and returned to Ma Xianglin's command as soon as possible.

Ma Xianglin once again secretly admired Zheng Haizhu's prediction.

Previously, when she was in Jimingyi, Zheng Haizhu looked forward to Ma Xianglin being assigned to Wanquan Right Guard, and after arriving in Xuanzhen and inquiring about the actual strength of the battalion, she estimated that Zhao Menglin would transfer Ma Xianglin to the east.

"So, Xianglin, this time we must go out to perform this scene together, and earn military merits for Master Zhao, so that he and Cui Dudu can play the court and get your people back."

In Ma Xianglin's ears, Zheng Haizhu's decisive words sounded.

"The last general will listen to the dispatch of the chief master." Ma Xianglin bowed his hand to Zhao Menglin, and his tone was still a little detached.

Zhang Mingshi's eyes were bone-linted, and he said with a big grin: "General Pony was originally going to follow the humble position, but Master Zhao values him, and the humble position is not good for his future, but he is a light general, and he is really cold, and the humble dare to ask, can the general master allocate one or two small flags to him?" ”

The two small flags, only twenty people, Zhao Menglin Si and Zhang Mingshi brought over the Shenji Battalion is young and strong, and the young and old are together, and they don't think that it will be a loss-making deal to give Ma Xianglin a few soldiers and guard the position of his own Xuanfu.

He laughed and said, "Why not? It's just that the old man doesn't know the number of ways Xianglin leads the troops, so let's let the old man's lieutenant lead you to look around the camp, and you can pick it yourself. ”

……

In the winter of Saibei, the sunset time is particularly early.

By the time the application was handed in, the sun had already slanted badly, and cooking had begun in the camp.

In the midst of the noise, bursts of snow particles suddenly rose in the western direction, and twenty or thirty horsemen and horses stepped on the snow, reflecting in the setting sun, as if stepping on golden waves.

"Yo, the horse-beating Tartar is back." Zhao Menglin's lieutenant stopped and said to Ma Xianglin beside him.

Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong, and touched his nose in a sneering manner: "General Ma, Ma Tartar, his horse, and your family name, are 108,000 miles away." ”

Ma Xianglin smiled unmindfully: "If you have a nickname in the next place, it should also be a horse barbarian, not a horse tartar." By the way, brother, what is the origin of this horse tartar? ”

When the adjutant general saw that he was out of the tent to patrol the camp, he suddenly became good-looking, and hurriedly explained to him: "It's a bandit." After the grandfather and Yongle Ye drove the Mongols out of the Great Wall, there were still some northern captives left in the north of Yulin, although it was not a climate, the kung fu of riding horses and playing with knives was still left, and after a few generations, they all became bandits. ”

Ma Xianglin understood, and followed the lieutenant general to the front of the team that slowed down the horse's speed.

One of them jumped off his mount, carrying a knife in one hand and a small burden stained with blood in the other.

"Deputy General Yu, he went to dig out the nest of the horse tartars, cut off three or four of their small leaders and dozens of minions, these are their ears, and the brothers in the back transported it back are the silver that the house wants, and they will pay to the chief master."

"It's worthy of you, a quick battle," the deputy general patted this person on the shoulder, "Man Gui, you are here, General Ma asked the chief master to ask you to go to Longmen Fortress." It was a more comfortable place than a bungalow. Well, General Ma's mother is the Qin Xuanfu of Sichuan Shu. ”

Ma Xianglin stepped forward and said warmly: "Ma Xianglin, who first arrived in Xuanzhen, received the post of guerrilla at Longmen Pass. ”

Man Gui threw away the burden full of human ears, inserted the knife into the scabbard, and after returning the salute with a fist, he looked at Ma Xianglin, and asked angrily: "Have you dealt with me before?" ”

"No, it's just, listening to the brothers in the army, you are very skilled."

After a few breaths, Man Guiliang opened his voice and said, "Which king and eight lambs said and listened to you?" ”

Ma Xianglin was stunned.

He thought that he had been in the camp for a long time and was used to seeing rough soldiers, but he didn't expect that he couldn't talk about any malicious opening at all, and he got such a firecracker-like response.