Chapter 195: The Colonel's Incoming and Transferring
"Zhao Lushui and Zhu Renhui are sworn brothers, doesn't it matter?"
Zhao Chonghuan said with a smile: "People in Jingzhao all have the same temperament, cold and stubborn. Lieutenant Li, you are also from Jingzhao, right? This Zhao Lushui volunteered to take over the Eighth Regiment, which was not the Eighth Regiment, saying that he would
To regain its soul, he summoned and convinced several commanders and corps commanders who had been in the Eighth Regiment to prepare for a big fight. As a result, he was exposed to the theft of pay and the uneven distribution of rewards.
This triggered a large-scale fight among the soldiers, and he was eventually imprisoned."
Li Siye asked: "Did he withhold military pay?"
Zhao Chonghuan shook his head: "How do I know this? But this person is so bold that he actually levies commercial taxes on my behalf as a city envoy. It will be a matter of time before he goes in!"
"Okay, let me put it another way. How many months have the other regiments stationed in Dihua City been paid enough?"
"May."
"Where's the Eighth Regiment?"
"February."
Li Siye took a breath of cold air: "Should I ask Captain Zhechong?"
"It's useless to ask. The salary has already been allocated from Zhechong Mansion. I don't know whether it has reached Zhao Lushui's hands."
Li Siye asked again: "Do you know where Colonel Zhao Shuilu served before he took up the post of the Eighth Regiment, Commander Zhao Cheng?"
Zhao Chonghuan pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "He led the Sixth Regiment of Thirty-three Zhe Chongfu and was promoted to captain after the battle to defend the city. Several regiments stationed in the city also suffered heavy losses in that battle.
Sixteen people from the Sixth Regiment are dead, and now these sixteen people are among the Eighth Regiment."
Li Siye nodded: "I seem to understand a little bit."
He stood up, crossed his hands to Zhao Chonghuan, the envoy to the city, and said, "My subordinates, please retire."
Li Siye turned around and led Tian Zhen and Teng Mu out of the city envoy's residence. Zhao Chonghuan stood at the door, looked at their backs and said to himself: "This person is colder and more stubborn than Zhao Lushui, more like a Jingzhao person."
They walked along the streets of Dial City to the inn. Tengmu asked Li Siye behind him: "What did you understand just now? Why am I so confused?"
Li Siye pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Zhenwei Colonel Zhao Lushui may have really swallowed up his salary."
Tian Zhen said in surprise behind him: "Isn't it possible? Anxi is the strictest in governing the army. Isn't he making fun of his own future?"
Li Siye did not answer Tian Zhen's words, but raised his head and sighed: "The so-called Eighth Regiment should not be revitalized, and I should not be the captain at this time. Now Gai Jiayun has taken over Qixi with the sacred mandate.
Jiedushi, isn't this eighth regiment his eye medicine?"
After they arrived at the inn, Li Siye arranged for Tian Zhen to take everyone to the camp of the Eighth Regiment to wait while he and Fujimu went to Zhechong Mansion to report.
The 33rd Zhechong Mansion is located on the south side of the residential street in the city. Nowadays, this Zhechong Mansion is more like an empty military organization. It does not go out with the army during wars. The regiment is the basic organization of the army. It is organized into the leading generals before the war.
Under his command, such as the left wing, the right wing, the front army, and the rear army.
He led Teng Mu into the Zhe Chong Mansion, looked around, and saw that there was no one in broad daylight?
But there was a thunderous snoring sound coming from nowhere. He walked closer to the platform and looked up at the desk, and saw a black leather six-legged boot on it. He took two steps forward and leaned forward to look, only to see two people holding each other's arms.
He was lying on the ground with a wine bottle, snoring in conjunction with the sound of you and me. One of them was wearing a dark crimson robe and a turban on his head that looked like the kings of the Wu family. He must be Captain Zhechong. The other was wearing a light blue robe and must be the chief of the mansion.
History or joining the army.
Although it felt ridiculous, Li Siye still stood respectfully under the platform, crossed his hands and shouted angrily: "Captain."
"Huh, lulu...huh."
Didn't wake up.
He increased his volume: "Captain!"
"Huh, lulu..."
"Captain!!"
The officer in the light green robe was so shocked that he turned over and sat up, raised his hand to wipe his face, and when he saw the person coming, he quickly pushed the sleeping captain awake.
The captain squinted his eyes and climbed up. He barely supported his body and sat up cross-legged. He raised his hands and rubbed his eyes and looked at Li Siye.
"Who are you?"
Li Siye crossed his hands and saluted: "Li Siye, the new captain of Zhaowu School of the Eighth Regiment, is here to perform his duties."
The captain waved his hand and said: "This is not Captain Zhechong, and this is Captain Guoyi, but I can handle the performance of my duties. Right, where is the official letter from your Protectorate?"
He took out the official letter from his arms and handed it over. The captain took it with both hands, spread it on the desk, and took out the seal from the brocade box on the corner of the table.
Because Captain Guo Yi was still unconscious, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth and beard, almost falling on the paper. He held the seal with both hands to search for the signature of the official letter, but he was shaky and couldn't find the right place, which made Li Siye very anxious.
"Hey!" Captain Guo Yi pressed the seal with both hands, raised it and shook his head dissatisfied.
The printing was a little crooked, but Li Siye didn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder and could barely accept it.
The captain threw away the seal and said vaguely: "Finally someone came to pick up the mess. The Eighth Regiment is a mess. Li, Lieutenant Li, good job. Zhechong Mansion is your natal family and your backing, ha.
.Shen Changshi, you, you lead Captain Li to take office."
Captain Guo Yi lay back softly, resting his arms on his head and snoring again.
Shen Changshi touched his nose awkwardly, stretched out his hand to invite Li Siye and said, "Li Siye, please come with me."
The Eighth Regiment's camp is at the east corner of Diazhuang City. It has two stables, a armored warehouse, a captain's duty room, dozens of adobe houses, and a small school ground. Behind Zhechong Mansion there is Zheng'erba.
The great campus of the classics.
Shen Changshi led them forward with his hands on his back, murmuring: "The Thirty-Third Zhe Chong Mansion recruited soldiers. They used to be the most elite and courageous regiments among the Anxi Mansion. But now, their souls have given way.
It was removed."
He mentioned Hun'er again, and Li Siye felt it in his heart. Zhao Chonghuan, the city envoy, seemed to have mentioned it just now.
Fujimu asked curiously behind him: "There are actually eight regiments in our Zhechong Mansion?"
Shen Changshi shook his head and smiled: "Where did the eight regiments come from? There are only five regiments in Shangfu, the third regiment, the fifth regiment, the eighth regiment, the ninth regiment, and the twelfth regiment. You must ask,
Why not arrange it like this from one to five? First of all, there is no fourth regiment, which is homophonic with "death", which is unlucky! Then, the regiment that suffered three consecutive casualties is also considered unlucky and was canceled! I see you
The eighth regiment is almost here too!”
Damn, this guy has a bad mouth. Fujimu really wants to slap him hard.
Li Siye responded with silence. He knew what these canceled regiments represented, which were the lives that were once alive. In the hundred years from Zhenguan to Kaiyuan, the basic regiment-level establishment of the Anxi Army was in the bloody battle with foreign races.
During the fighting, it was broken down and rebuilt again and again, and the blood of countless military athletes flowed on the land of the Western Regions.
He vowed to sweep away the Xiongnu regardless of his own safety, and five thousand mink brocades were mourned by Hu Chen.
The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir dream!
He suddenly turned sideways, bowed to Shen Changshi and asked, "May I ask Changshi, what does it mean to have one's soul removed by someone?"