bookrebus Chapter 270 Zhao Sheng’s Camp
Chapter 270 Zhao Sheng’s Camp
The spies from Weizhou, carrying the urgent order from General Zhao Long, were marching hurriedly when they unexpectedly encountered the troops under Bochang Zhu Biao who were hiding in front of them. The two teams faced each other from a distance of a hundred meters, and the atmosphere was tense for a while.
The spy shouted, his voice carrying a certain authority typical of an official inspection: "I am the inspector of Weizhou. Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Seeing this, Zhu Biao calmly assigned one of his men to cross the delicate distance, holding a bronze medal indicating his identity, and hand it to the patrol team.
The bronze medal gleamed faintly in the sunlight, as if it was a brief and subtle bridge of trust between the two forces.
"I'm sorry for the offense, but I have no choice but to do it!" The centurion of the patrol team took the bronze medal, examined it carefully, and returned it with an apologetic look, his tone revealing a bit of understanding and relief.
"It's our duty, it's mutual, you don't have to mind it." The person from Zhu Biao's side responded politely, his words showing his professionalism.
"However, your army's uniforms are quite unique. The color of the clothes... seem a little old, and seem to be stained with a lot of dust?" The centurion glanced at the other party's clothes, curious but also a little tentative.
"Haha, this is our unique 'camouflage' - just jokingly called 'dog shit yellow'." Zhu Biao's men laughed heartily, and there was a sense of self-mockery and helplessness in their words, but they also cleverly resolved the other party's doubts.
"Uh..." The centurion was stunned when he heard this, and then he started laughing. The atmosphere eased a lot because of this conversation, and it seemed that even the tension in the air dissipated a little.
"Order your soldiers to squat down. When the vanguard troops arrive, we will march side by side with you and have a brief handover with the garrison in the city." Zhu Biao's words were filled with unquestionable majesty.
"Yes, sir!" Upon hearing this, the centurion quickly waved his hand to signal the soldiers under his command to squat down, with neat and orderly movements.
Time passed quietly like fine sand. After about half an incense stick of time, the vanguard of the Special 1st Division, which was the regiment under Xu Gang's command, slowly approached.
Zhu Biao waved gently towards the marching group, his fingers deftly weaving a string of complex and precise sign language, then quickly turned to the patrol team and conveyed instructions again using sign language.
"The time has come, we need to speed up." Zhu Biao's eyes were firm, and his tone revealed a decisiveness that allowed no hesitation.
The centurion was confused as he watched from the side and had only a vague understanding of their sign language communication, but the tacit understanding and order displayed by these soldiers in strange costumes made him feel awe.
Although he didn't understand why, he knew that he should follow closely and act according to the instructions.
On top of the ancient city of Weizhou, Zhao Long stood between the battlements, his eyes as sharp as torches, piercing through the mist. Seeing his own patrol leading a group of people in strange costumes slowly approaching, he knew in his heart that Zhao Sheng's team was about to arrive at this ancient land.
"Pass the order down," he ordered in a deep voice, his voice full of unquestionable majesty, "Let these guests ascend the city wall. We don't need to interfere with their every move. We just need to wait and see."
On the city wall, the guard on duty looked confused, but he knew that military orders were as heavy as mountains. Faced with the decision of his superiors, even though he was full of curiosity, he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest and hurriedly took the order and left.
Soon, Zhu Biao arrived with his team quietly. He only gave Zhao Long a standard military salute without saying a word, and then quickly directed the team members to find the most advantageous defensive position on the city wall.
They are agile and have sharp eyes, as if every nerve is tense, ready to deal with any emergency that may occur at any time to ensure that everything is under control at the top of this ancient city.
As Zhao Sheng's convoy slowly approached, the sun was already setting in the west, approaching noon. Zhao Long gave an order, and the city gates flew open, allowing Xu Gang's vanguard troops to enter the city smoothly. He himself led his troops outside the city to greet them, filled with enthusiasm.
"I am Zhao Long, the governor of Weizhou, and I am here to welcome the princess and her husband!" Zhao Long's words were filled with awe and sincerity as he bowed.
The princess raised her hand gently and smiled gently, "General Zhao, you are too polite. You and your husband are from the same family, so family ties should take precedence. Let's skip the formalities and just follow the family etiquette."
At this time in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the ritual system had become increasingly clear.
When facing people with titles in the royal family, ministers and local officials had to half-squat and raise their eyes to show respect; common people expressed their admiration by kneeling; as for prisoners or those charged with crimes, they could only perform the humble ceremony of bowing their heads.
In this ancient and solemn ceremony, everyone's identity and status are clearly defined.
When it comes to etiquette within the family, it's just an ordinary bow.
Previously, everyone had mostly bowed humbly to Zhao Sheng. A few words should be mentioned here. The son-in-law who lived in the Princess's Mansion was, to be frank, a son-in-law who married into the family. His status in the Great Zhou Dynasty was not particularly prominent.
Li Shuya asked Zhao Long to act according to family etiquette, which was actually a way of humbly lowering her own status.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Long became clear in his mind that his title of so-called Commander-in-Chief, though it sounded glorious, was actually neither a title bestowed by the imperial court nor a gift from a prince. It was merely an appointment by the Princess's Mansion at the level of a county magistrate.
As for the land of Weizhou, it was just a piece of land temporarily leased by the Princess Mansion of Luancheng. The term of the lease seemed to have passed quietly in this delicate interweaving of identity and power.
Princess Li Shuya raised the corner of her mouth slightly, without saying anything more, just smiled gently, and then followed the steps of her husband Zhao Sheng and stepped into the camp specially set up for him.
She knew very well that even when she was with such a close person, the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects could not be abolished, and there was a certain degree of propriety that had to be maintained.
In a corner of the ancient city of Weizhou, Zhao Long carefully laid out three unique camps, each of which contained his profound strategic considerations.
Firstly, it is his personal mobile office. This camp is like a live piece on his strategic chessboard, migrating from time to time with the subtle changes in the situation. His personal guards also follow him like a shadow, changing guards with the coach's footsteps, adding a bit of mystery and agility.
Secondly, it is a resting place specially prepared for senior commanders returning from afar. Although it is not a permanent residence made of bricks and stones, it embodies the warmth and tranquility of home.
Here, the special forces battalion of the city defense force is quietly stationed. They are both guards and guardians, ensuring that every returning hero can find a moment of peace and relaxation on this land.
As for the third place, it is a secret and backup command center. Its existence is like a sword in the night, silent and sharp, always ready to stand up at the critical moment and lead the battle to victory.
These three camps, like three trump cards in Zhao Long's hand, are intertwined and support each other. Rotation of guards is the norm on weekdays to ensure that in any non-wartime situation, at least one camp is vacant, which not only confuses potential enemies but also maintains strategic flexibility.
This time, upon hearing the news of Zhao Sheng's arrival, the originally silent command camp was instantly given new life. It was transformed into a temporary command center to welcome distinguished guests. Everything was arranged, waiting for the hero to return and to plan a big plan together.
In this ever-changing battle situation, every move made by Zhao Long is cautious and wise, which makes people look forward to the upcoming changes.