In the late Ming Dynasty, rising from the grassland

Chapter 128 Are there rebels here or there?

Lin Rui did not stay too long in Shuozhou, and dispatched an infantry battalion with two thousand mercenaries as the vanguard the next day.

Led by Huang Ben, we first hiked to the Piantou Pass near the mouth of the Sancha River, looking for a relatively open place to camp by the Yellow River.

Then he asked Zhou Meng to lead an infantry battalion and two thousand mercenaries to the upper reaches of the Guan River to find an open place as a temporary camp for the carts.

After both teams had left, they organized small cars to continue westward and took the trail directly to the camp by the Yellow River. The logistics personnel also went together.

As for the big car and the remaining people, they can only wait for a while. After all, it is more than 200 miles from Shuozhou to Piantou Pass. Except for Shuozhou to Jingpingsuo, these dozens of miles are highways. The rest There are all small and mountain roads, with tens of thousands of cars, and it will take at least seven or eight days to walk.

This is before it rains. Once it rains, I really don’t know when to leave.

Although he was anxious that Lu Xiangsheng would lead his army directly to Shuozhou, Lin Rui was helpless.

He had no choice but to let Ye Bushou expand the scope of the investigation while continuing to recruit young people, train soldiers and horses, and actively prepare for war. As for the extortion matter, he no longer did it.

Shuozhou City, which was just around the corner, had never thought of attacking, because he was worried that Lu Xiangsheng would rush in for reinforcements.

Fortunately, for several days in a row, the main force of the Ming army still stayed in Yanghe, with no sign of going south. This made Lin Rui breathe a sigh of relief.

If Lu Xiangsheng really wants to fight with him for food and a large amount of winter supplies, he can only do it once. As for the outcome, he can't say.

As for whether the guard posts to the west would rob the convoy, he was not worried at all. There were only three guard posts along the way.

In addition to Jingping Station in the west of Shuozhou and Piantouguan Station on the edge of the Yellow River, there is also an old camp in the middle. Even if you borrow ten courages from those three thousand households, I am afraid they would not dare to break ground at this age. If you don’t want to influence them, just burn some incense!
……

"Sir, there is a scholar outside the camp who asked to see you by name."

"Oh? You want to see me by name?" Lin Rui said in surprise. There are all kinds of young men and women who have come to seek refuge, including ruffians and warlocks, but no scholar has ever come to seek refuge.

At this moment, Zhang Han, who was outside the camp, was shocked as he looked at the lively training scene in the camp.

After arriving in Shuozhou, after some inquiring, he was [-]% certain that this group of rebels was definitely composed of Han people, and their leader was none other than the legendary Mr. Lin. In addition, there were carriages heading west every day. Go, so I decided to take the risk and come to test it out in person.

After all, judging from the behavior of this group of rebels, Mr. Lin is probably not a reckless man, but probably a scholar with extraordinary knowledge.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to think of recruiting young soldiers by paying settlement fees. Other rebels would directly coerce the people along the way.

After only waiting for half an hour, Zhang Han was taken into the camp by the guards.

After looking at the large trucks full of food in the camp and the teams around them wearing uniforms, which were obviously soldiers who had undergone rigorous training, I felt numb all over.

Where is a group of rebels here?
It is clearly an army that is well-equipped, well-trained, and has high morale!
He was even more curious about the commander of this army, the legendary Mr. Lin, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

But when he was brought into the big tent and looked at the young man sitting on the main seat, he was stunned. It took him a long time to react and blurted out: "Is it possible that you are Mr. Lin?"

"Yes, I wonder where you are sir? Why do you want to see me?"

Zhang Han was looking at Lin Rui, and Lin Rui was also looking at him. Seeing that he had an extraordinary temperament and looked like a scholar, he nodded secretly.

Ever since the captured border troops started calling Lin Rui "marshal", everyone else except Na Muzhong and Ha Beier also changed their words.

Lin Rui was happy to accept it, and simply stopped calling himself Young Master. After all, there were 6 or [-] troops, and calling him Young Master was indeed a bit weak. Even if he was not called King, he was still qualified to be called Commander, General. "I have met Marshal Lin. My surname is Zhang. I am a foreigner. I came here today to pay my respects. I hope the Marshal will forgive me for my rudeness!"

Zhang Han took a deep breath, finally calmed down, and bowed. As for calling a rebel thief a commander, for a boy who looked to be in his early twenties, he didn't have much resistance in his heart.

If this person is really the leader of this army, he has killed thousands of slaves in one battle alone, and he is indeed qualified to be a commander.

"It turns out to be Mr. Zhang. You're welcome. Please sit down!"

For the first scholar who came to seek refuge, Lin Rui showed considerable courtesy. Not only did he invite him to sit down, but he also had someone make a cup of tea and bring it to him.

"Thank you!"

Zhang Han thanked him, took a sip of tea, and then said tentatively: "I'm sorry to be presumptuous, but I wonder if there are other commanders in your army besides Marshal Lin?"

"Haha, don't worry, Mr. Zhang. Everything in the army will be decided by me. It won't be like other rebels."

Lin Rui naturally understood what he meant. Seeing him being so direct, not only was he not angry, but he looked at him appreciatively.

After all, military affairs have always been accomplished with one, and defeated with two or three. If there are several leaders in an army, or a group of forces, it will be over sooner or later, and it is impossible to have a future.

Sure enough, people who have read books are different, and they ask the most critical questions as soon as they come.

"Oh? But I heard that Marshal has a large Mongolian cavalry under his command. Does it mean that its leader also obeys Marshal Lin?" Zhang Han asked pretending to be casual.

"Haha, it turns out that Mr. Zhang is worried about those Mongolian cavalry. Sir, you can rest assured. To be honest, the leader of these Mongolians is the queen of the former Great Khan of the Grasslands, and is now my eldest lady."

Seeing him mention this, Lin Rui couldn't help but laugh proudly, and Na Mu Zhong on the side also smiled at Zhang Han.

"what?"

Only then did Zhang Han notice Namu Zhong beside him. He stood up in shock and said in a trembling voice: "Commander Lin, could it be that the Great Khan you are talking about is Lin Dan Khan from the Chahar Tribe?"

"good."

"Mr. Zhang, do you still have any concerns or questions?"

"I see. No wonder Jian Nu will hold on to you..."

Zhang Han stared at Namuzhong and muttered to himself. He finally understood why Jiannu was eager to destroy this group of people. Those Mongolian cavalry were probably the remnants of Chahar.

Then he seemed to have thought of something, and said with some suspicion: "Commander Lin, I heard that after the death of Lin Dan Khan, all his wives and concubines surrendered to Jiannu last year. I wonder what happened to Marshal...?"

"It's a long story, Mr. Zhang doesn't need to know."

Lin Rui frowned when he saw that he kept asking questions without saying a word of praise, and he already had some doubts about his purpose of coming here.

After all, he has never killed a pig, hasn’t he seen a pig yet?If he wanted to take refuge, why would he question Namu Zhong's identity at this time?
It must be a few compliments immediately, and then express that one is not talented and is willing to assist the commander in planning a great cause, etc.

(End of this chapter)