Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 250 The Eighth Medal of Excellence

After all, he was a civil servant, and Qin Zhizhou's words were very morale-boosting. After being approved, the soldiers below all clasped their spears and firecrackers in their arms, and clapped desperately with both palms.

"Officer of Fushan Battalion Artillery Team, left-wing artillery commander Zhao Qinian, come out!"

Following Zhang Shouren's order, the drums around became louder.

The drummers seemed to be desperate. They were still playing in military uniforms before, but now they simply took off their shirts, revealing their strong muscles. Their hands moved like the wind, beating desperately on the big drum. [

Of course, among the crowd watching the ceremony, Zhao Laobaihu was also there, and he followed closely behind Zhou Binglin.Now the Land Defense Battalion has also used some of the original hundred households and general banners, and Zhou Binglin has also assumed the title of Superintendent of the Land Defense Battalion, in charge of chores such as logistics and supply. Although it is far from what they expected, but At any rate, everyone grabbed the seal again, which also shows Zhang Shouren's trust in them... In today's Fushan, the latter is even more precious and important.

At this moment, hearing the sound of thundering drums, and all the messengers around the general's platform deliberately not continuing to use semaphores for fun, but calling in unison like booing, the old faces of Zhao Laobaihu were congested with blood. It turned red, and the two callused hands were like leaves in the wind, trembling and shaking non-stop.

"Old man, calm down."

Zhou Binglin raised his beautiful beard and smiled at Zhao Baihu in a thick and powerful voice: "Isn't it your blessing that your boy has such a big scene to serve you today? Since it is a blessing, you can feel at ease, don't I was flustered at this moment, and I messed up my position, and I regret it when I think about it afterwards... everything today, when we drink in the future, we will brag a little bit."

Having said that, Zhao Baihu really calmed down, but there was a complex look in his eyes, and a smile gradually emerged from his mouth.

"This old thing!"

Zhou Binglin cursed with a smile in his heart, and continued to run his hands down his beard, which had started to turn gray. He also had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know what to think.

In addition to today's training camp, there was a large-scale award ceremony, which was different from the award ceremony for beheading pirates last time. This time it was only held for one person. This honor is really great.

The value of the medal has already penetrated inside and outside Fushan Mountain. Now, in the eyes of many people, it is not surprising that the family letter has a few taels of silver. A medal?

The influence of the Fushan Medal System so far is probably hard for Zhang Shouren to imagine at the beginning of its establishment.

This is also because Daming really lacks the means to affirm the honor of soldiers. Just giving horses silver medals and iron whips can't show personal honor.

The medal, the martyr's ancestral hall, and the ceremony of military uniform and military posture have become a perfect whole.

"Subordinates are here!"

Hearing the summons, Zhao Qinian, who was lining up in the artillery team, had slightly red eyes, but he quickly restrained his emotions. After puffing out his chest and answering loudly, he put his hand on his saber and walked out with his head held high.

Zhao Qinian has been directly appointed as the artillery team post from a mid-level officer. Zhang Shifu has many things to do, and when the artillery team can't take care of him, Zhao Qinian is almost in charge of the artillery team.

Zhang Shouren also loved and trusted this young man who came from a family of military officers in the Fushan Institute.