"You think you're amazing? Or am I missing you, and this bandit can't go on?

Or can you do a lot of things without your half a year? ”

Song Zhe's successive inquiries made Zhao Ming a little dumbfounded.

Why is this situation a little different from what I expected?

"Sir! Humble office is not what it means, it's just.... It's just that I want to...."

"Needless to say, you go back, your appointment will be issued in the near future, and I will give you a place to go when the time comes."

Listening to these words, Zhao Ming was even more confused.

Then he was forced to go out, and he didn't even have time to say anything about the gift.

Until I returned to the camp, I was still doubting myself.

"It shouldn't be! What went wrong with me? Or is it because I'm in a hurry to behave? ”

Zhao Ming was very puzzled in his heart, and at the same time a little annoyed.

I struggled to fight, I just pinned my head to the waistband of my trousers, and I didn't praise a word.

It is no wonder that history says that General Song was extremely strict and governed the army strictly.

With a stomach full of grievances in his heart, of course, Zhao Ming quickly adjusted his mentality.

Without him, it's a rotten life anyway, and you can't kill him because of the killing of a prisoner.

After that, the captives were also handed over to other departments, and Zhao Ming and the others began to do nothing.

As always, eat, sleep, chat, and occasionally patrol.

Other than that, there's pretty little to do.

For four or five days, it was like this.

And it didn't say that the original establishment would be restored, and Zhao Ming's assigned brothers still followed Zhao Ming.

Now, except that Zhao Ming is just a temporary battalion commander, there is no change.

And on the morning of the fifth day, Zhao Ming was appointed.

Listening to the appointment of the messenger, Zhao Ming was a little stunned.

What does this mean?

Let me go to the north? To the savannah?

Zhao Ming was stunned, this was more of an appointment than a transfer, and he was directly transferred from the rich Central Plains to the bitter cold land in the north.

And the place to go, not somewhere else, is Chahar.

This place may sound strange at first, but in this era, it is called that.

In later generations, Chahar should be in the border area of Inner Mongolia, Hebei and Shanxi, under the jurisdiction of Zhangjiakou, Datong, Xuanhua three cities, and 32 counties.

Zhangjiakou is now the capital of Chahar.

And the position appointed by Zhao Ming is also outrageous. Zhao Ming was appointed as the director of the Chahar Eight Banners and the Four Herdsmen Horse Camp Racecourse, which was under the jurisdiction of the Military Pastoral Department of the Ministry of the Army.

It is in charge of the Chahar Eight Banners and the Four Herds, and is in charge of the civil affairs, taxation, money and grain, and theft of the Chahar Eight Banners and Four Herdsmen.

The power at first glance looks great.

What governs the herdsmen's civil affairs, taxes, etc., and is in charge of the four major herds, there must be tens of thousands of horses.

But in fact, he is a horse farm manager.

Of course, this official position, in some big cities, is also considered a ministerial-level official, but there is only the herdsmen and horses.

There is a certain amount of military management power, but it is limited to the arrest of thieves, and it is strictly a police department.

And the above description of the appointment is also very interesting, allowing Zhao Ming to carry three hundred people to the north with light equipment.

Each person can bring one horse and one knife!

What does this mean?

Seeing this, Zhao Ming felt that something was wrong.

How is this exactly the same as when he asked to take down Li Shuiwa before?

Let yourself be a magistrate, and you won't even give yourself a gun?

Zhao Ming is really a little depressed now.

After he entered the army, his initial idea was to quickly make a contribution, rise to brigade commander or even division commander as soon as possible, and even climb to a higher position.

At that time, he was more or less a small warlord, and in ancient times, he was also a prince.

There is a lot of autonomy, only now, everything is gone.

Some are just a grassland with no end in sight, and there are those days when the sky is vast and the wind blows the grass to see cattle and sheep.

After calling the monkey, Dashan and several other henchmen over and telling them about it, everyone reacted very confused.

Because it's like exile no matter how you look at it.

Now Feng Dashuai's territory is very large, and Chief Song, as Feng Dashuai's confidant and favorite general, does have the ability to be so willful.

But who has done a great job and rewarded his subordinates in this way?

Isn't that a pit of death?

"Zhao Ye! Can we not go? I heard that there are not even a few girls in that ghost place, either cows or sheep.

And after staying there for a long time, I can't get rid of the smell of sheep on my body, and I'm disgusting. ”

The monkey was the first to express his rejection.

Although Guanzhong is currently very bitter, like purgatory on earth, everyone thinks that this is only temporary and may be better soon.

Zhao Ming shook his head, it is impossible not to go, the order is issued, this is the military order.

He didn't know how he offended this old Song, but he knew that if he refused, Lao Song would probably have an excuse to kill him.

Turning to look at the mountain, he asked, "What do you think of the mountain?" ”

Dashan was silent, and after thinking about it, he shook his head, "Master Zhao, I may be going back to Jinmen recently." ”

As soon as these words were spoken, there was some silence in the room.

seems to be afraid that Zhao Ming will misunderstand, after all, this sounds weird, as if he doesn't want to suffer with Zhao Ming.

"Master Zhao, I want to worship my wife, I will sweep the grave every year, and this year is almost the time.

But Master Zhao, if you go to Chahar, I have some friends who are familiar with it.

I'm going back this time and I'm going to be able to help you get some brothers. ”

Saying that, Dashan paused, hesitated for a moment and said, "But my brothers may be a little greedy for money.

It belongs to the type of unprofitable and can't afford to be early, if Zhao Ye can pay your salary, they will still be happy. ”

Zhao Ming didn't mean to doubt the mountain.

Dashan now understands this person, and being good to you is really good to you, and there will be no fancy.

But I'm also curious, I didn't expect Dashan to have a wife, and he has lost his wife.

But it's normal, Dashan is about twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

It is true that when he has a wife and daughter, but what makes Zhao Ming strange is that it is possible that the mountain does not continue the string?

However, Zhao Ming was embarrassed to ask directly about these things.

But there was another thing that Dashan mentioned that made Zhao Ming take his heart to it.

"Dashan, those friends you talked about.... Did you meet in the Eight Banners Camp? Is it those people in the capital? ”

Zhao Mingke still remembered that the monkey once said that Dashan used to be Lord Belle.

"Well, I know the son of the last Chahar Commander and the Deputy Commander, and the second and last one, the deputy head of the Chaharb Eight Banners, the White and Yellow Banners."

Dashan nodded, but the things he said made Zhao Ming's eyes brighten.

If you go to Chahar to take up your post in a daze, you will naturally suffer and suffer nothing, and you will naturally be hindered in many places, so you can't say that you will live a hard life.

But with acquaintances to guide and even help manage, maybe this is an opportunity!

"Chahar ~ Chahar! ~What a horse farm! Raise horses and raise horses! What about letting Zhao Ming raise horses?

This is a place to raise horses, but why not a place to raise soldiers? ”

Zhao Ming said secretly in his heart, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe this is a blessing or a curse!