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Chapter 38 Report Victory to Yang Junmen
In the 11th year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, on the fourth day of October, at the end of Shenshi, the snowflakes in the sky were sparse and flying with the wind.

The snow here in Changping is obviously much lighter, and the wind is not so strong. Chen Zhong is still patrolling outside Zhang Yanjun's tent in Xuanzhen Town, and from time to time you can see teams of knights running back and forth.

In the military tent, there were only Zhang Cheng's uncle and nephew. They were sitting around the desk in Zhang Yan's tent, talking softly.

"Well, I have to share a flag pole on the back of Pa Shiku, and a pair of his black tasseled helmet and battle armor. However, there are only about fifty of these heads in the armor of the Tartars, and forty auxiliary soldiers and miscellaneous servants. Most of the rest are the heads of the coated Aha." Zhang Cheng could see his uncle's shock in his eyes.

Zhang Yan grabbed Zhang Cheng's hand and said with great concern: "Cheng'er, today's matter has come to an end. Uncle will definitely help you, but you must not be so reckless in the future."

"But please rest assured, Uncle, Cheng'er will act in a safe manner in the future, and dare not worry Uncle." Zhang Cheng's tone was very sincere.

"Well, you have done a great job today, I'm afraid you should ask Yang Junmen to share some of it." When Zhang Yan said these words, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Cheng, and his face was quite dignified.

Zhang Cheng looked at his uncle, and said in a calm tone: "Cheng'er is indeed reckless today, everything depends on uncle."

"Don't worry, uncle will fight for you, but I don't know, if you are promoted too fast, it may not be a blessing." Zhang Yan seemed a little worried, looked at Zhang Cheng, and said in a deep voice: "Looking at your recent performance, It is indeed more stable, but the limelight seems to be stronger, hey, the wood is more beautiful than the forest..."

"Report to the general."

Zhang Yan's words were interrupted, and a calm and capable voice came from outside the military tent.

"Come in." Zhang Yan replied loudly to the outside of the military tent.

The curtain was raised, and a middle-aged general who was not tall but very strong walked into the military tent, clasped his fists and said, "General, I am afraid that I will be killed when I meet Yu Jin, the officer of the left sentry team under the young general." to outside the camp."

Zhang Cheng had already stepped back and stood on the left side of the military tent, standing upright with no expression on his face.

Zhang Yan turned his head and said angrily: "Let's go, boy, go to meet our soldiers who have returned to the camp in triumph."

Zhang Cheng followed behind, and heard the middle-aged general's voice next to his ears: "Young master is not bad, today is a good kill."

"Lin Qianhu, if I'm calling a certain young master, I'll call you Uncle Lin!"

Zhang Cheng was joking with the middle-aged general, looking back at his square dark red face, he said softly: "This time I went out to kill the Tartars, how can I not have the credit of the Chinese army post? Uncle Yi is supposed to be a legitimate Zhengqianhu."

This middle-aged general is none other than Lin Zhiyi, Qianhu Lin Zhiyi, deputy chief of Zhang Yan's Zhongjun sentry post. He is an old soldier who has been in his forties. He treats him like a brother, so when no one is around, Zhang Cheng will also call "Uncle" very affectionately.

Although Lin Zhiyi is not tall, he is indeed extremely strong, and his square face is full of traces of time. He has been fighting with Zhang Yan for many years, and the Mongols and Tartars have fought against him. He accumulated merits from a small soldier. Sheng's deputy thousand households.

It stands to reason that Lin Zhiyi should have been promoted to Zhengqianhu long ago. When Zhang Cheng first joined the army, he was by his side and was very cared for by him. More military achievements have been accumulated under Zhang Cheng's name. Promoted to the post of Zhengqianhu.

Although there is Zhang Yan, the uncle who is a general, secretly planning strategies, but if he does not have real military skills, it will be difficult to operate. Because of this, Zhang Cheng has always treated Lin Zhiyi like an uncle.

"Hey, the young master has shown kindness and started to take care of me, an old man."

Lin Zhiyi was joking, and quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Is my little boy behaving badly?"

There are two sons in Lin Zhiyi's family, the elder brother Lin Fangping, twenty years old, is the Xiaoqi of Zhang Cheng's personal guards, and the younger brother Lin Fangqing, sixteen years old, is still struggling at home.

At this moment, the purpose of mentioning eldest brother Lin Fangping in this way could not be more obvious, that is, to hope that Zhang Cheng will support Lin Fangping more.

It doesn't matter to Lin Zhiyi whether he takes the military merit of killing the Tartars or not. He is already so old, and he will be promoted again.

However, Lin Fangping is different. He is only [-] years old. Of course, the more military achievements the better, he will be promoted in the future. Moreover, Lin Zhiyi found that Zhang Cheng is very different from before, which made him a little confused. , There is always such an unfathomable feeling.

If his estimation is correct and the future of the young master Zhang Cheng is limitless, then his eldest brother Lin Fangping can also follow Zhang Cheng to the top and make the Lin family shine.

Therefore, he does not intend to share the military achievements today, but he must win a good future for his elder brother Lin Fangping.

Zhang Cheng stretched out his arm, put it on Lin Zhiyi's shoulder, squeezed it a little bit, and then whispered in his ear: "Uncle Lin is relieved, brother Ping is not bad, this time he fought bravely and was promoted to the general banner. It is safe. "

There was a big slit in the corner of Lin Zhiyi's mouth, revealing his yellow teeth, exhaling a foul smell, he leaned into Zhang Cheng's ear and said, "Young Master, you are so powerful, you killed more than a hundred Tartars in one go, just think about it! The girl is refreshing."

As Lin Zhiyi spoke, he raised his fist and lightly hammered Zhang Cheng's chest.

Zhang Cheng knew that Lin Zhiyi was expressing his gratitude, and it was a confirmation that he was satisfied with taking care of Lin Fangping.

While talking, they had already left the military tent, the snowflakes seemed to have lost their strength, and became thinner, large flakes of goose-feather-like snowflakes disappeared, only a few small snowflakes remained, still fluttering here and there, and the wind was also light a lot.

The guards had already prepared their horses, Zhang Cheng got on his horse, followed his uncle Zhang Yan, and went straight to the gate of the camp, Lin Zhiyi and Chen Zhong followed closely behind them.

At the gate of the camp, a two-horse cart came slowly. On the cart were the bodies of two guards, three wounded soldiers who were seriously injured, and four wounded soldiers who could still ride horses. The cart couldn't go fast, so they insisted on riding back.

Yu Jin, the officer of the left outpost team, and Niu Sheng, the officer of the outpost team A and B, were standing at the gate of the camp, waiting for Zhang Cheng and others. .

Zhang Yan didn't say anything, got off his horse, and rushed directly to the side of the cart, when several wounded soldiers saw the general, they all struggled to get up, Zhang Yan hurriedly waved their hands to signal them not to move, and said softly: "Take care of yourself. "

"Raise it well, I still want to kill the Tartars."

A wounded soldier spoke loudly, and couldn't help touching the wound when he was excited, grinning, sucking in air, but he didn't cry out.

Zhang Yan was very distressed when he saw it, and asked softly: "Bing boy, what's your name?"

The sergeant was lying on the carriage, his expression was quite agitated, and he said tremblingly, "Report to General, my name is Li Changsheng."

"Okay, okay, okay, Changsheng is good, your parents gave you a good name, rest well, heal your wounds, and then kill the Tartars."

Zhang Yan comforted Li Changsheng, and really liked his name.

"Long victory."

I hope I can always win!
Zhang Yan took another two steps forward, looked at the two corpses, and asked Zhang Cheng beside him, "Are they all your guards?"

Zhang nodded and said softly, "Yes, they are all guards of a certain person."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to Chen Zhong who was following him, "Take off the cloak and show the general."

According to Chen Zhong's words, he stepped forward and lifted the red cloaks covering the two dead soldiers, revealing their heads.

The snow stopped, the wind stopped, and the sun shone through the clouds to shine on the earth again. The sunset in late autumn sprinkled on their faces, as if adding a little vitality to them.

It also made everyone present feel warm!
Zhang Yan took another step forward and leaned forward to look at the two fallen soldiers. They were lying peacefully on the cart, as if they were asleep. Obviously, their remains had been treated briefly.

Zhang Yan sighed, turned around, didn't speak, just waved his hand, indicating that it was time to put the red cloak on the two heroes again.

Li Zhiyi, the chief of his Central Military Post, also stepped forward to take a look, his heart was twisted and twisted, and he felt emotional. He couldn't help but worry about his elder brother Lin Fangping, but what can he do?
They are born military households, what else can they do besides serving as soldiers and licking blood with knives?

Zhang Cheng waited for Chen Zhong to cover his cloak again, then he waved to Jin, motioning him to enter the camp.

"Cheng'er, the leader of the Tartars, you can only report to Yang Junmen after I inspect it." After Zhang Yan finished speaking, he turned and returned to the military tent.

……

Zhang Yan picked up a Tarbarian head, first he looked at the braided hair, then at the face, and finally checked the teeth. He checked more than ten Tarbarian heads in a row before giving up.

Turning around, he said to Zhang Cheng: "It is indeed the leader of the Tartars. As you said, the inner half are the coats of the Tartars, aha, which is considered a great achievement."

"Zhiyi, go to the camp of Yang Junmen and report to the army gate. Our troops went out to check and encountered Tartars by chance. After our soldiers fought bravely, we captured 140 and three heads of Tartars and captured [-] Tartars. If you capture the Tartars, you will be rewarded with a Shiku carrying one flag and a strong one carrying five flags. The rest of the weapons and armours are useless. Please ask the army to send personnel to inspect the heads of the Tartars."

Lin Zhiyi led away, Zhang Yan beckoned Zhang Cheng to follow him into the army tent.

"Cheng'er, I will try my best to protect you as the leader of the Tartars, but it is common sense for Yang Junmen to share some of his military achievements as the superior of my Xuanzhen Town."

There was no one else in the military tent, so Zhang Yan gently enlightened Zhang Cheng.

"Uncle, please rest assured. My nephew understands the truth you said, and everything depends on uncle."

Zhang Cheng naturally knew the rules of the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty, let alone the Ming Dynasty, it was not the case wherever he was placed.

Even in his original world, isn't it the same?

You have done meritorious service, and everyone comes to get involved, and when you receive the reward, there are a bunch of people.

You made a mistake, everyone left you, and when you received the punishment, only you.

Zhang Yan was very satisfied with his nephew's attitude, so he continued to ask: "Except for the few flags on the back and the Pashkuna black tasseled armor that was allocated, I can keep all the other seizures for you. The military sect doesn't care about those little details."

Zhang Cheng nodded. In fact, for him, he can hold one third of the head of the Tartars, which is enough. In this way, he can have the opportunity to be promoted to the rank of guerrilla general, and enter the rank of general officer, which is also convenient for future operations. And after this battle, I am afraid that many people in his department will also be promoted to one level, or even two levels.

But those war horses, broken armor, and weapons are what he needs. There are not many of these things. In Zhang Cheng's view, they are not enough, and there will never be enough.

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