Just when the villagers were in full swing to build a defense system under the guidance of Ma Shuo, Mark had already returned to Zhenmanguan with more than thirty barbarian heads.

Equipped with a saddle and stirrups, Mark's speed on horseback increased a lot. Mark also enjoyed the feeling of speeding for the first time, it was really exciting and refreshing. The speed was fast, but I was not worried about falling off the horse at all.

"Big brother is really good at getting this thing!" Mark sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"It's just, why did my eldest brother ask me not to let others know about this thing for the time being?" Mark remembered Ma Shuo's advice before, and was very puzzled. Mark felt that such a good thing should be shared with his colleagues as soon as he returned.

However, Ma Shuo told him not to reveal the secrets of the saddle and the others for the time being, and to wait until he really showed the benefits of these things on the battlefield before taking the opportunity to report them.

Mark couldn't figure out why, but he decided to do what Ma Shuo said, because he had listened to his eldest brother since he was a child, and there must be nothing wrong with what his eldest brother told him. Therefore, he very obediently covered the saddle with a layer of skin, and without opening the skin, no one could discover the secret below. As for the stirrups, when they are not in use, he will put them away.

Actually, it's not that Ma Shuo is narrow-minded. In fact, he gave the saddle and stirrups to Mark, never thinking that he would be able to keep the secret forever. Telling Mark not to expose his secrets lightly is actually hoping to bring more credit to Mark and enhance Mark's status and influence at the border as much as possible.

Since Mark has embarked on the road of the border army, Ma Shuo, as the eldest brother, naturally hopes that he will be as safe as possible. When an ordinary border soldier is compared with a leading general, the security of the latter is obviously higher.

"Ma Baichang, I'm back!"

Mark still has some influence in Zhenman Pass, just approaching the pass, the sergeant on duty at the gate today recognized him, and the captain of the team immediately took the initiative to salute and greet Mark.

"It's back! Great work, brothers! In response, Mark did not stop and rushed directly towards the barracks.

As a frontier soldier of Xiu Mu, whether it is an ordinary soldier or a position, the first thing he does when he comes back is to report to his relevant boss and cancel his leave.

"Wu Sima, I'm back. You helped me cancel the fake! ”

The border army of Zhenmanguan is collectively referred to as the Zhenman's army, and it is divided into many battalions below, and Mark is in the Shanzi battalion. There are a total of 10 battalions in the border army of Zhenmanguan, each battalion has 20,000 people, and each battalion is divided into two battalions, each leading 10,000 people. In addition, there are all kinds of auxiliary soldiers and horses, all in total, a total of about 300,000 people.

Of course, these 300,000 people were not gathered in Zhenmanguan, but distributed throughout the Zhenmanguan defense line.

The Shanzi Battalion, which belongs to the main battalion in Zhenmanguan, is stationed on the right side of the pass, only a few hundred meters away from the pass.

Wu Sima is the marching Sima of the thousand-man team to which Mark's hundred-man team belongs, responsible for the registration of military merits in wartime and the daily management of grass-roots officers. Wu Sima Chang is a little polite, not at all like a border soldier. However, the people here did not dare to despise this person, in fact, no matter where he was, the marching Sima was the kind of existence that was feared. Because the power of reward and punishment is in their hands, they belong to the black-faced characters in the army.

"Mark, you're back!"

Seeing that it was Mark who came to cancel the fake, this Wu Sima couldn't help but be stunned, and an incredible look flashed on his face. Of course, this expression changed quickly, so Mark didn't notice.

Wu Sima flipped through the records, and soon found the place where Mark had registered before, and made a sign to cancel the fake, and the matter was over.

"By the way, Mark, are your injuries alright?" After registering, Wu Sima suddenly asked.

"That's it! All of you! Mark replied happily when he heard Wu Sima ask about his injury. Of course, Mark kept in mind Ma Shuo's advice and did not mention the matter of treating injuries to Wu Sima.

"Well, that's great! What a lucky guy!! Wu Sima said pointedly.

Mark was injured before, in fact, many people think that Mark is in a catastrophe this time, because with the current treatment methods in the army, the probability of surviving is actually very low when the wound is suppurated. The original purpose of giving Mark three days off was to allow him to spend a little more time with his family at the end, which was a kind of compensation.

Unexpectedly, three days later, this kid actually came back alive, which made Wu Sima sigh secretly.

Mark's team of 100 people is still very prestigious in their team of 1,000 people, and as a marching Sima, Wu Sima naturally doesn't want Mark to really have an accident.

"That's right, Wu Sima! When I was at home, I happened to encounter a barbarian infiltrating the village, this is the barbarian head I cut off, do you think this can be considered a military merit? Mark suddenly remembered the heads of those barbarians, stopped the steps he had just prepared to leave, and turned to ask Wu Sima again.

"Count! As long as it's a barbarian, it's counted! Wu Sima replied very happily.

There are more than 30 heads, but it is not a small military feat.

Coupled with the military merits accumulated before, Mark can now be promoted from 100 to 500 long.

"Mark, that's nice! It just so happens that your 500 elders were injured a few days ago, and now, it's up to you to pick it up! After a while, I will talk to General Wang, and he will issue a notice of appointment! ”

General Wang mentioned by Wu Sima was Wang Li, the deputy general of the Shanzi battalion. The surname of the chief general of the Shanzi battalion is Li Mu, and he is a titled general, Li Mu, the general of Zhenxi.

There are three lieutenant generals under his command, namely Wang Li, Yue Song and Zheng Hong. The three lieutenant generals have their own division of labor, Wang Li is in charge of military affairs, Yue Song is in charge of military discipline, and Zheng Hong is in charge of logistics. The change of position in the army is exactly the scope of Wang Li's authority, so Wu Sima needs to report Mark's situation, and finally Wang Li decides and officially announces it.

The marching horses at all levels only have the right to make suggestions.

Mark's appointment was fast, a turnip and a pit, it was a time when there was a shortage of people, and it was only a grassroots officer, so there was no need for too complicated procedures. According to the procedure, Wang Li announced that Mark was appointed as the commander of the 3,000-man team of the left battalion of the Shanzi Battalion.

Mark was promoted to 500 chiefs, and his original deputy 100 captains of the 100 team naturally filled in and became 100 chiefs.

Mark is not an airborne position, so there is no gap between him and the soldiers under his command. Although the other four Baichang were originally at the same level as him, his previous performance on the battlefield had won the recognition of these people, so these Baichang did not have much psychological discomfort. The deputy hundred, not to mention, is not to mention.

"Pass the military order, the 3,000-man team will go to the Huangsha Canyon to carry out the May patrol mission!"

It's just that what Mark didn't expect was that his appointment had just come down, and before he had time to get further acquainted with the situation, a new task was issued. However, this time it was not only his five hundred people who went, but their team of 1,000 people to carry out the mission together.

"The horse is five hundred long, and the elder of the thousand husband is invited!" A moment after the military order was issued, the personal soldiers of the commander of the 3,000-man regiment came to inform Mark that the camp was on the agenda.

"Summons five hundred chiefs, wait for the tent!" Mark received the order, and after explaining it to his own soldiers, he immediately followed the commander's personal soldiers and went straight to the commander's tent.