"Can you please explain to me what kind of victory it is?" Zhang Li asked with a frown.
"Sir! It's that Zhao Ming!"
"The news collected from the grasslands seems to be that a few days ago, Director Zhao launched a counterattack during a surprise attack on Maoming Andalhan in Outer Mongolia.
This battle seems to have hurt the Outer Mongolians, and they must have suffered a lot of damage. "
"What does it mean like? What does it mean it should be? Where does this information come from?"
Zhang Li's furrowed brows became more and more knitted together. Is the eyeliner he installed in the grassland so amateurish? You don’t even have an accurate judgment on the intelligence?
And this kind of ambiguous information cannot be called intelligence.
"Uh...Sir, time is still short, and we don't know that much.
We did catch a few Mongolian tongues, but the information we pried out from their mouths was different..."
The messenger was also a little embarrassed. He was not the one to investigate this matter. That was what the intelligence officers told him.
"The confessions are different? What did they say?"
Zhang Li was a little surprised. The information obtained by catching the enemy's tongue was not the same?
But this was not confidential information. As long as he was given a little more time, he believed that he could figure it out even without scratching his tongue.
So it is impossible for Outer Mongolians to lie about this kind of thing.
What's more, the grassland people are not the spies of the Oriental people, and their mouths are not so strict.
"Sir...that's what they told me.
One of them said that Field Chief Zhao led his troops of three hundred men and first defeated their Ba'a neighbors, killing and capturing nearly a thousand soldiers.
Later, they cooperated with the remnants of the Maoming and Darhan tribes to defeat the Baerhu tribe with three subordinate leaders.
This battle was even more unique. The banner leader of the Baerhu tribe died in the battle, and his son also died in the battle. There were nearly a thousand beheaded and captured, and countless were routed.
This is just one of them, there are other things that are even more outrageous.
They said Director Zhao was Wu Rimo! It was the incarnation of the evil god of the grassland who defeated them with hundreds of invulnerable evil spirits.
Others are even more bizarre..."
The more he spoke, the lower his head became. It was his first time to deliver this kind of information, which was simply outrageous.
Zhang Li also opened his eyes wide when he heard this.
What is all this? What did Zhao Ming do?
But Zhang Li, who gradually calmed down, quickly figured out his thoughts.
In any case, one thing is certain, this Zhao Ming must have fought a victorious battle. Not only did he win, he also inflicted pain on the Outer Mongolians.
Otherwise, this information would not have made such outrageous remarks. It must have really hurt from being beaten.
Well, that's all it can be, it's all been cast into shadow.
Just why?
Zhang Li fell into deep thought.
He was still aware of Zhao Ming's situation. Although he did not meet him in person when he went north to take office, he still learned from the adjutant that he had only brought 300 soldiers with him at the beginning, and he did not carry any firearms except for sabers.
At that time, the adjutant also asked whether guns would be issued to this group of people.
However, he refused at that time on the grounds that he was here to be an official and not to fight.
With just a few hundred people and no firearms, what was he doing?
Of course, firearms are not the key. Zhang Li knew with his butt that it was still very easy to get a gun.
Can you defeat the Outer Mongolians just by having a gun?
Don’t the Mongolians have guns? Or are the Outer Mongolians all fools?
He waved his hand to signal the messenger to leave first, while Zhang Li was smoking alone in a daze.
Boom, boom, boom!
About a quarter of an hour later, there was a sound 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! Sit down."
He waved to the adjutant to sit down. There were several adjutants beside him, some of whom were good at military affairs, some who were good at internal affairs, and some who were good at dealing with officialdom.
Although it is no longer the former dynasty, in fact, all dynasties and generations are similar. Most of the officials have staff, especially those who have sat in the position of Zhang Li.
"Yes, sir!"
Adjutant Zhou nodded obediently and sat across from Zhang Li, but he only sat halfway up his buttocks and his waist was still straight.
"Sir, did the grassland information just come back?"
"How did you know?"
Hearing this, Zhang Li frowned slightly. His intelligence network had not yet been shared with others.
"Sir, some of the victims have returned from the north today. They are all herdsmen on the grassland, so I guess something happened to the grassland."
"Oh I got it."
Zhang Li nodded. It seemed that the situation on the grassland was more corrupt than imagined.
Seeing this, he no longer concealed the information he had just received and concisely repeated it in front of the adjutant.
"How? Any ideas?"
Zhang Li asked lightly, and Adjutant Zhou couldn't help but ponder for a moment after hearing the words.
Looking at the frown between his eyebrows, he also felt that this matter was difficult to handle.
"Sir, I think the first thing to do at this time is to move!"
"Get moving? Send troops north?"
"Yes, sir, if we do nothing, wouldn't it be difficult to do this battle report?"
Adjutant Zhou said with a meaningful expression.
Seeing this, Zhang Li thought carefully, and soon his eyes lit up.
"Haha! It seems that we have to take action this time! Otherwise, it will be really difficult to write a battle report."
What he was most troubled about just now was no longer the situation of grassland erosion, but how to deal with Zhao Ming's military exploits.
When I think that this Zhao Ming is not from their lineage, Marshal Yan, but he wants to report military exploits to the other party, it is a loss no matter how he thinks about it.
And if they move here, the battle report will be better.
All you need to write is that our department and the local personnel stationed in the grasslands jointly launched a counterattack against the brutal Outer Mongols. In such a sentence, all the military exploits can be claimed in a vague way.
Of course, they didn't give the other party any benefits. At least they mentioned the local personnel. Even if the superiors sent people over to investigate carefully, they couldn't find anything wrong.
As for actually reporting on the list of meritorious deeds, just mention Zhao Ming, but with the former as a foreshadowing, it will be clear at a glance which merit is more important.
"Well, your decision is good. If we don't move, it will be difficult to write a battle report."
Zhang Li thought over and over again, and no matter how he thought about it, this decision was the best choice.
"Haha! Sir, although we are soldiers and it is the responsibility of each of us to defend our territory, we must also pay attention to the relationship between near and far, right?
A humble person naturally knows 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, "Yes, I have the intention. In that case, how should we move? How can we control the balance?"
Hearing this, Adjutant Zhou's eyes flickered, and after thinking for a moment, he smiled and said,
"Sir, you graduated from a professional military academy, so you should be a professional. But since you want to hear some humble opinions from a humble position.
If you are in a humble position, I will boldly suggest something. We can move, but we have to be careful about how much we move. No more, no less. "
