Qin Hu

Chapter 35 I Can't Persuade This Disciple, You Better Be Obedient!

"By the way, Your Majesty ordered me to pick out hundreds of Tigers from among the elite soldiers of the Forbidden Army, and give them to you as followers."

Meng Yi was confused by the father and son's joking order of awarding rewards. Before leaving, he remembered that there was another important matter, and shouted to the armored warrior behind the horse: "Where is Zhao Tuo, the hundred generals of the imperial army?"

"The end is here!"

A burly official in iron armor came out and greeted him with the sound of a tiger roaring.

"From today onwards, you and the sharp men under your command will be subordinates of Mr. Zihu."

"Wei!" Zhao Tuo bowed his hands to accept the order.

After that, he led more than a hundred people under his command to break away from Meng Yi's entourage of soldiers, walked quickly to Zhao Zihu, bowed his hands and said: "The last general Zhao Tuo, I pay my respects to Mr. Zihu!"

The iron armor under his command then bowed: "See you, Mr. Zihu!!!"

Zhao Zihu was shocked by the shock, bowed his hands back and said: "You don't need to be too polite, I will help you in the future."

Zhao Tuo saw that he was not as unbearable as the rumors said, he could not help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief, bowed his hands and bowed again: "Mr.

All the soldiers also bowed again, and then they all accepted the gift.

Meng Yi saw that they were getting along well, so he didn't stay any longer, turned his horse's head and went back to report to Ying Zheng.

But at this time, Zhao Zihu suddenly walked a few steps quickly, stretched out his hand to grab the reins of his horse, and asked, "Wait a minute, where's the horse?"

Meng Yi was at a loss: "What horse?"

Zhao Zihu stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhao Tuo and his subordinates: "They are all sharp soldiers of the imperial army, so they don't have horses, do they?"

Meng Yi was stunned, then shook his head and said: "They used to be the sharp guards of the forbidden army, and later they will be the servants of the young master. Leaving them armor and weapons will save the young master the trouble of going to the Shaofu to build them again, but the horses can no longer be used. I gave it!"

Zhao Zihu frowned: "Is it my father's order not to give them horses? My father said yesterday that I would give me hundreds of elite soldiers as followers, but I didn't hear my father said that I would not give them horses!"

Meng Yi was stunned: "It is not His Majesty's order not to give you a horse, but I..."

Zhao Zihu hesitantly said, "Since it wasn't my father's order, how can Lang Zhongling make his own decisions? Since my father said to give me hundreds of elite soldiers, how can Lang Zhongling be short of money?"

"The reason why a sharp man is a sharp man is because he is well-equipped and skilled in bowing and horses. If he doesn't give him a horse, what kind of sharp man is he?"

Meng Yi was speechless when he was questioned, and after a while he said: "Young Master, if you want to equip your subordinates with mounts and horses, you can go to the nearby Taishan County to buy them..."

Zhao Zihu saw that he would not let in oil and salt, so he grabbed the reins of the horse and climbed on his horse's back: "Let's go to the father to ask him to understand, if the father refuses to give it, I will never be embarrassed!"

"..."

With the constipated expression on Meng Yi's face, he probably understood the embarrassment Zhao Zihu felt when Zhao Gao stole the fruit wine the day before yesterday.

This coward, if you say he is messing around, he is unreasonable.

I can't really go to the First Emperor to ask for an order for such a trivial matter, then it will appear that he is incompetent, and he will not be able to do things well!
"Alright, alright, my lord, don't climb, I'm the master, leave a war horse for each of you."

Meng Yi held Zhao Zihu by the collar, lifted him up and put him on the ground, he said helplessly.

After Zhao Zihu stood firm, he continued to climb on his horse's back, and said in his mouth: "Ruishi is one man and two horses. Meng Zhongling don't deceive me when I am young and ignorant. Let's ask Father Emperor."

Meng Yi only felt that his head was as big as a fight, so he resisted the urge to manipulate the horse to trample him to death, took a deep breath and said, "Leave 150 horses for you, no more... War horses are rare, and the young master does not go to the battlefield. It’s really a waste to ride instead of travel!”

Zhao Zihu half-lyed on the horse's shoulder, raised his head and said: "How about this, I will let them return the iron armor and iron sword, Meng Zhongling will make them enough for one person and two horses, it stands to reason that the iron armor and iron sword are as precious as war horses, right? "

Meng Yi was so tired of him, he just wanted to go back and report to Ying Zheng, so he nodded and said, "Yes."

Satisfied, Zhao Zihu got off his horse's shoulder, turned around to greet Zhao Tuo and the others, and said, "Take off the armor, and return the sword to Meng Zhongling."

Zhao Tuo and his subordinates looked at each other, somewhat speechless, in fact, what Meng Yi said was right, they would serve as Zhao Zihu's retinue, and they would not need military horses at all, just go to the nearby counties and towns to buy some rough horses for transportation.

Even, nothing will do!
What is really useful is the iron armor on his body and the iron sword on his waist, both of which can protect Zhao Zihu completely.

Now we are in the period of transition from bronze to steel. The sharp iron armor and iron sword need to be tempered a lot, and forging is extremely difficult. To a certain extent, it is really more precious than military horses.

But this family stubborn tiger probably only wants to ride a tall horse for fun, and he doesn't even want the iron armor and iron sword to save his life!
"Hurry up, don't be dazed..."

Seeing them in a daze, Zhao Zihu urged them.

Zhao Tuo had no choice but to take off his armor and sword, while looking at Han Fei, winking frantically, wanting this sage of Legalism to persuade his disciple.

Well, Zhao Tuo knew Han Fei. Even though he was just a small general, he had the same military title as Zhao Zihu.

And he, the general, is the general of the imperial guards. If he is sent out to lead the army, he is at least a captain, or even a partial general!
In terms of status and status, Han Fei also holds the title of a master, and if he meets him on the road, he has to salute him first!
"cough……"

Han Fei met Zhao Tuo's gaze, but he just stroked his beard and coughed lightly, shaking his head slightly.

It basically means, I can't persuade this disciple, you'd better be more obedient!

Zhao Tuo saw that he had nothing to do, so he had no choice but to take off the iron armor and iron sword in silence, and handed it to Meng Yi's entourage.

And the sharp soldiers under his command, seeing that the boss has accepted their fate, can only follow suit, unloading their armor and picking their swords and handing them over to Meng Yi's followers.

Slightly tilted, more than a hundred people were left with thin underwear and bows and arrows around their waists, and they no longer had the awe-inspiring and mighty posture of iron armor before, looking somewhat panicked!

Zhao Zihu looked at it but didn't think it was disobedient, he just said to Meng Yi: "Meng Zhongling, please write a handwritten letter and stamp it for me, I will take them to the Imperial Army's stables to get their horses!"

Meng Yi is Lang Zhongling, one of the Nine Ministers, who is in charge of the affairs of the Qin Palace inside and the conduct of the royal family outside. He is in command of the imperial army.

Only with his warrant can the horses be taken away from the stables of the Imperial Army, otherwise it will be useless for anyone who goes there!

"Meng Fang, you take the young master to the rear camp stables, and hand over the horses that originally belonged to Zhao Tuo and others to the young master."

It was only now that Meng Yi had learned about Zhao Zihu's scoundrels, and he didn't dare to give him the warrant after writing it, but gave it to a retainer.

The retinue bowed his hands: "Wei."

Zhao Zihu smacked his mouth, somewhat resentful.

Yingzheng's Western Region BMWs had been on his mind for a long time. If he took Meng Yi's handwriting to the Forbidden Army's stables, he would have to bring back two of them no matter what!

(End of this chapter)