After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

Chapter 129 Han Ming's Letter and Reinforcements

The Second Song-Xia War, recorded in later historical books, was raging on the Chinese land at this moment.

Han Ming, the Song Dynasty's Shaanxi Economic and Pacification Transport and Recruiting Envoy, faced off against Zhang Yuan, the real mastermind behind the First Song-Xia War.

Just as the two sides launched a series of attacks and defenses, Duke Ying of Ying, who was ordered to come to support, had just led his troops into Jingzhao Prefecture and was now being received by Xue Xiang.

"Your Excellency, you must have traveled a long way, and must have been extremely tired. I have prepared some wine for you, please."

Xue Xiang bowed, then smiled and turned sideways, extending his hand in a "please" gesture.

Hearing this, Duke of Yingguo, Zhang Wenbi, frowned and shook his head, saying, "Deputy Envoy Xue, you are too polite. The situation on the front lines is urgent now, and I should lead my troops to reinforce them immediately. How can I stay here any longer?"

"Haha, Duke, this light wine was prepared for you by the General..."

Xue Xiang was not embarrassed or angry, but just looked at the other person with a chuckle.

Hearing that this was Han Ming's request, Zhang Wenbi's frown became even heavier, and he looked at the other party with confusion.

"Jingyuan?"

"Please?" Xue Xiang did not explain, still extending his hand to invite people.

After a long silence, Duke Yingguo Zhang Wenbi suddenly grasped the sword at his waist and strode into the office of the Pacification and Transportation Office.

The generals behind him immediately wanted to follow him in, but were stopped by Xue Xiang's light words.

"I am reminiscing with the Duke of Guo in private. Generals, the banquet is ready in the side hall. Please come in."

When dealing with these soldiers, even if they were from military families, Xue Xiang still blocked their mouths without any hesitation, then turned around and walked into the main hall and closed the door.

This made the generals look at each other awkwardly, and then an old general with a white beard waved his hand and left with a helpless look.

Seeing someone taking the lead, the rest of the generals followed into the side hall to wait for the Duke of England.

There were no sumptuous dishes in the main hall, just some simple home-cooked meals and a pot of aged wine.

Xue Xiang welcomed Zhang Wenbi to the main seat with a smile, then poured him a bowl of wine before nodding slightly and sitting down with great satisfaction.

Seeing Xue Xiang acting like this, Zhang Wenbi had no idea what the other party was up to and could only drink quietly.

It wasn't until he glanced around and saw a piece of brown paper letter under the wine jug that he became a little dazed.

"Any questions the Duke has are all here." Xue Xiang patted the wine pot with a smile, actually referring to the letter below.

"Is this also what your general left for me?"

Zhang Wenbi pretended to ask, then picked up the letter and opened it to read.

Xue Xiang did not say anything, but just drank fine wine and ate food while waiting for Zhang Wenbi.

After a while, Zhang Wenbi looked up in amazement, chuckled softly, and folded the letter and put it back into the envelope.

"Deputy Envoy Xue, have you read this letter?"

Hearing Zhang Wenbi's question, Xue Xiang shook his head slightly: "Since the governor doesn't say anything, there's no need for us to worry."

With just one sentence, a hint of surprise flashed across Zhang Wenbi's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Han Ming had only been in Yongxingjun for more than a year, but he had already trained this gentleman to be obedient.

It seems that this military disciple of mine also has unique political methods.

Noticing Zhang Wenbi's surprised look, Xue Xiang didn't explain much. Only he knew in his heart how comfortable it was to have Han Ming as a big tree to provide shade for him.

Just like this time's Song-Xia War, Xue Xiang stabilized the Yongxing Army Road in the rear and comfortably took the credit.

Not to mention that he did nothing, wasn't he the one who was busy with local government affairs such as raising military supplies?

"My Lord, can you now enjoy your meal in peace?"

Hearing Xue Xiang bring up the old story, Zhang Wenbi stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "Come, Deputy Envoy Xue, I offer you a bowl of wine."

The two of them clinked their glasses and drank the wine in one gulp.

In the afternoon, the British public troops who were sent to reinforce the front line suddenly received an order requiring the entire army to stay in Jingzhao Prefecture and no longer move north.

This surprised all the generals who were actively preparing for support, and they all went to find Duke Yingguo Zhang Wenbi, who was sitting in the commander's tent.

After entering the tent, no one dared to speak first. After all, Zhang Wenbi's prestige was there. Although they came from military families, they were still cautious when facing a big man like the Duke of Ying who had fought in the military.

The old general in the lead looked around and found that the group of young and middle-aged generals who came to ask questions were all looking at him with silly smiles.

Obviously, this was to let me speak, because I was the only one here who was of similar age to the British Duke.

Adjusting his armor, the old general was about to speak when Zhang Wenbi waved his hand and interrupted him: "Zhongrong, don't say anything."

"You guys, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't always make things difficult for others."

Hearing that Zhang Wenbi had blocked his way back, Yang Wenguang, who was called by his name, was not angry. He smiled and found a chair to sit down and watch the show.

This startled the generals behind him, and then with everyone pushing together, a heroic young man was pushed to the front.

Seeing Zhang Wenbi staring at him with a smile, the heroic young man gritted his teeth and clasped his fists and said, "Duke, we have been ordered to reinforce the front line. This is a matter of utmost urgency. Why are we staying here?"

"Lizhi, this doesn't sound like something you would say? Tell me honestly, who ordered you to do this?"

Zhang Wenbi was not angry at all, and just glanced at the faces of the generals one by one.

The sturdy man called "Lizhi" immediately stretched out his finger and pointed, catching the person who was laughing secretly.

"Yao Yifu, Yao Yifu..." Zhang Wenbi pointed at the other person.

Faced with the stern gaze of the Duke of England, the general known as 'Yao Yifu' immediately bowed his head and clasped his fists, not daring to utter a word.

"I know what you're thinking. Aren't you just worried that all the credit will be taken away by those young men from the Zhong and Di families?"

Zhang Wenbi knew the thoughts of these military men who were now honing their experience in the Central Imperial Guards.

"I must make it clear to you that although we are the imperial reinforcements for this battle, we are still under the jurisdiction of the Shaanxi Economic and Pacification Office."

"In other words, when will we send reinforcements? Where will we send reinforcements? How will we send reinforcements? Once we set foot in Shaanxi, these will no longer be decided by us."

"If you want an order to go to war, then wait for me. Only when we receive the order from Han Jinglüe can we go to war comfortably and without any hindrance."

"Understood?!"

Zhang Wenbi's words and solemn expression made these young and middle-aged generals tense up.

Yang Wenguang was the first to react and quickly clasped his fists and said "yes".

Afterwards, the generals said no more, bowed and said goodbye, leaving the general's tent.

"Zhongrong, wait a moment. I want to discuss military matters with you."

Zhang Wenbi called Yang Wenguang, and the two elderly commanders began to discuss matters in secret.

The generals who walked a few meters outside the tent couldn't help but quarrel in low voices.

"You're such a good fellow, Zhe Kerou! Didn't you say you'd keep this secret from the Duke? Why are you selling me out right now?"

Judging from the voice, it was Yao Yifu who had just been scolded by Zhang Wenbi.

The person he was arguing with was the heroic young man who had just accused him, Zhe Kerou, who came from the Zhe family in the northwest and whose courtesy name was Lizhi.

"Yao Xiong, stop talking nonsense! If you hadn't been vying for credit and instigating everyone to go find the Duke, why would we have been implicated and scolded?"

Zhe Kerou did not tolerate the Yao family at all. Although the other party was also from the once famous Yao family, in terms of seniority and duration, he was still inferior to the Zhe family.

Yao Xiong, who was being criticized, was named Yifu and was a young member of the Yao family. His father, Yao Si, was a representative of the contemporary Yao family. He was a palace guard on the right side of the army and served as the inspector of Huanqing. He was currently fighting on the front lines, while Yao Xiong himself was sent by his father to the Central Forbidden Army to hone his qualifications.

"I don't believe you, Zhe Kerou, are so noble that you wouldn't be tempted by such a great military achievement right before your eyes."

Yao Xiong refused to give in and directly scolded him.

"Yao Xiong, are you dissatisfied?!" Another heroic young man squeezed into the quarrel between the two. It was Zhe Kerou's younger brother Zhe Kexing.

"What's the matter? Zhe Kexing, are you bullying me because I have no one in the Yao family?"

Behind Yao Xiong, his brother Yao Gu was not willing to be outdone and pushed through the crowd to confront the other party.

For a moment, the whole scene became extremely tense.

Suddenly a cold shout was heard, stopping the tense situation.

"What? Are you getting bolder? Are you daring enough to fight in the military camp?"

Everyone turned around and saw Yang Wenguang, who had just finished the meeting, walking over.

When they saw the old general, everyone immediately stood at attention and dared not say a word.

"With your behavior, how can we hand over the Western Army to you in the future?!"

Just this one sentence made Zhe Kerou and Yao Xiong blush.

"If you have that competitive spirit, you'd better train your subordinates and hone yourself. There will be many battles in the future..."

"Think about it carefully. If this continues, I will have the Duke keep you all in the rear for this reinforcement mission. Not a single one of you will be allowed to go to the front lines!"

Hearing such harsh words, Zhe Kerou and others were immediately frightened and quickly clasped their fists to say no, begging Yang Wenguang to spare them.

"Get out of here! Go somewhere cooler and don't gather around the commander's tent!"

After a lot of bluffing and deception, Yang Wenguang finally scared these soldiers away. The commander's tent behind him was opened, and Zhang Wenbi walked out with a smile on his face.

"Are these bastards from the Zhe and Yao families difficult to lead?"

Hearing the words of the Duke of England, Yang Wenguang stroked his beard and chuckled, not at all as fierce as before.

"It's just a quarrel of pride. Those guys from the Zhong family aren't easy to deal with, and the guys from the Di family are even worse."

"In this situation, I guess you're the only one who can keep things under control!"

Yang Wenguang looked at the aging Zhang Wenbi and sighed softly.

"Haha, you're probably mistaken. In the entire Shaanxi province, besides me, there's only one person who can suppress them."

Zhang Wenbi's words made Yang Wenguang stunned at first, then he stroked his beard and laughed out loud, everything was said without words.