"Can you tell me clearly what kind of victory is the great victory?" Zhang Li frowned and asked rhetorically.

"Sir! It's that Zhao Ming! ”

"The news collected from the grassland one after another, it seems that a few days ago, that Zhao Field Commander launched a counterattack in the first battle of the two surprise attacks on Maoming Andalhan in Outer Mongolia.

This battle seems to have hurt the Outer Mongolians, and there should be a lot of losses. ”

"What do you mean by like? What do you mean by should? Where did this information come from? ”

Zhang Li's frowning brows became more and more twisted, is the eyeliner he planted in the grassland so amateurish? Don't even have an accurate judgment of intelligence?

And this ambiguous intelligence cannot be called intelligence.

"Uh.... Sir, it's been a short time, and we don't know that much.

We've caught a few Outer Mongolian tongues, but the information that comes out of their mouths is different....."

The messenger was also a little embarrassed, and he didn't check on this matter, and those who were engaged in intelligence told him so.

"The confession is different? What did they say? ”

Zhang Li was a little surprised, the information he got by catching the enemy's tongue was not the same?

But this is not confidential information, as long as he is given a little more time, he believes that even without scratching his tongue, his eyeliner on the grassland can be figured out.

So it is impossible for the Outer Mongolians to lie about this kind of thing.

What's more, the steppe people are not those spies of the Orientals, and their mouths are not so strict.

"Sir.... That's what they said to me.

One of them said, what is the Zhao field chief led the three hundred people, first smashed their Ba'a neighboring tribe, and captured nearly a thousand.

Subsequently, in coordination with the remnants of the Maoming and Andalhan tribes, he broke the Balhu tribe with three leaders.

This battle was even more unique, the banner master of the Balhu tribe was killed in battle, and his son was also killed in battle. Nearly 1,000 were captured and captured, and countless routs were fled.

This is just one of them, and others say it is even more outrageous.

They said that the director of the Zhao field was Wu Rimo! It was the embodiment of the evil god of the steppe, and it took hundreds of invulnerable demons to defeat them.

There are more bizarre ..... others."

The more the messenger's head lowered, the more he lowered his head, and it was the first time he had passed on this kind of information, which was simply outrageous.

Similarly, Zhang Li's eyes widened when he heard this.

What is this? What did this Zhao Ming do?

But Zhang Li, who gradually calmed down, quickly clarified his thoughts.

Anyway, one thing can be assured that this Zhao Ming must have won a battle, not only won but also hurt the Outer Mongolians.

Otherwise, there would not have been such outrageous remarks in this intelligence, and it should have really hurt me.

Well, that's all there is to it, it's all shadowed.

Just why?

Zhang Li fell into deep thought.

Zhao Ming's situation is still clear to him, although he did not meet the other party in person when he went north to take up his post, he still learned from the adjutant that he had brought 300 personal soldiers at the beginning, and he did not carry firearms except for swords.

At that time, the adjutant also asked if the group had been shot.

However, at that time, he refused on the grounds that he had come to be an official and not to fight.

With only a few hundred people, what can he do without firearms?

Of course, firearms are not the key, Zhang Li knows with his ass that it is still easy to get a gun.

Just having a gun can win against the Outer Mongolians?

Don't Outer Mongolians have guns? Or are the Outer Mongolians all fools?

Waving his hand to signal the messenger to retreat first, Zhang Li was smoking a cigarette alone in a daze.

Knock knock!

About a quarter of an hour later, there was a knock at the door.

"Enter!"

Crunch! ~

"Sir?"

The adjutant's voice came tentatively, and Zhang Li came back to his senses and smiled.

"It's Xiao Zhou here! Have a seat. ”

He beckoned to the adjutant to sit down, and there were several adjutants beside him, some of whom were good at military affairs, some of whom were good at internal affairs, and some of whom were good at handling officialdom communication.

Although it is no longer the previous dynasty, in fact, all dynasties and generations are similar, and most of the officials have staff, especially those who have sat in the position of Zhang Li.

"It's sir!"

Adjutant Zhou nodded and sat opposite Zhang Li, but he only sat on half of his buttocks, and his waist was still straight.

"Sir, did the grassland intelligence come back just now?"

"How do you know?"

Hearing this, Zhang Li's brows furrowed slightly, his intelligence network had not been shared with others.

"Sir, some of the victims who escaped from the north today are all herdsmen on the grassland, so I guess something happened to the grassland."

"Oh! I see. ”

Zhang Li nodded, it seems that the situation in this grassland is more erosive than imagined.

Seeing this, he didn't hide it anymore, and concisely repeated the news he had just received in front of the adjutant.

"How? Any thoughts? ”

Zhang Li asked lightly, and Adjutant Zhou couldn't help but groan a little when he heard this.

Looking at the contemplation between his eyebrows, he also felt that this matter was difficult.

"Sir, I think the first thing to do at this time should be to get moving!"

"Move? Send troops north? ”

"Yes, sir, if we don't do anything, won't this war report be very difficult to do?"

Adjutant Zhou said with a meaningful expression.

Seeing this, Zhang Li thought carefully, and soon his eyes lit up.

"Haha! Looks like we're going to have to get moving this time! Otherwise, this war report is really difficult to write. ”

What he was most entangled with just now was no longer the situation of grassland erosion, but how to deal with Zhao Ming's military exploits.

Thinking that this Zhao Ming is not in the same vein as their Yan Dashuai, but he has to report the battle exploits to the other party, no matter how he thinks about it, he will lose money.

And if they move here, the battle report will be better.

It is only necessary to write that our department and the local personnel stationed in the grassland jointly launched a counterattack against the brutal Outer Mongolians, so that all the war achievements can be taken over in a vague way.

Of course, it is not to give no benefit to the other party at all, at least a mouthful of local personnel, even if the top sends someone to investigate carefully, it will not be able to find the slightest problem.

As for the actual list of meritorious service, Zhao Ming is mentioned, but with the former as a foreshadowing, it is clear which merit is more important than the other.

"Well, your decision is good, if we don't move, this battle report is really difficult to write."

Zhang Li thought about it again and again, no matter how he thought about it, this decision was the best choice.

"Huh! Sir, although we are soldiers, the responsibility of defending the land is the responsibility of each of us, but we must also pay attention to a distant and close relationship, right?

Humble duty is naturally clear about who to help and who not to help! ”

Adjutant Zhou smiled and gave a military salute, looking like a smiling tiger.

Zhang Li was very satisfied with Adjutant Zhou's attitude, so he continued to ask, "Well, I have a heart." In that case, how should we move this move? How to master a sense of proportion? ”

Hearing this, Adjutant Zhou's eyes flickered, and after a moment's thought, he smiled,

"This sir, you graduated from a professional military academy, you should be a professional. But since you would like to hear some humble opinions.

The humble position has the courage to make a suggestion or two, we can move, but we have to pay attention to a measure of how much we move, not more or less. ”