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

Han Ming's departure from Beijing was a case of much ado about nothing.

From the day when this guy angrily scolded everyone at the court meeting to the nearly one month after the government issued the decree to transfer Shaanxi to other provinces, the Censorate bombarded Han with mad attacks.

The other party in the "Taijian" - the Censorate, was watching this turmoil with an attitude of watching a show.

With the presence of the big boss Bao Xiren, the Censorate seemed to become more calm and composed, and displayed composure in the face of turbulent situations from all sides.

This allowed many officials who were severely impeached by the Censorate to breathe a sigh of relief.

In addition, this also kept the turmoil in a relatively peaceful state and did not expand to the extent of the "Qingli Party Dispute".

After Han Ming was ordered to leave Beijing and be assigned to Shaanxi, the court was no longer tense and returned to its peaceful daily life.

After all, everyone is gone, who are you scolding?

It seems that this court battle ended in a whimper.

But no one thinks this is a good thing, because it foreshadows that a bigger storm will be waiting for everyone in the future.

But this has nothing to do with Han Ming now. After all, he is enduring the bumpy ride in the carriage.

At this moment, he missed the comfortable roads in Bianjing City for the first time. It was simply a pleasure.

It's nothing like the official road outside the city, which is as bumpy as a mud digger.

Sensing that his young master was unhappy, Yong Zeng tried to slow down the car to make Han Ming feel more comfortable.

"Sir, how about we take the water route to Guanzhong? You won't be able to make it to Jingzhao Prefecture like this."

Yong Zeng looked at Han Ming, who was grinning and holding his waist, and said with some concern.

"No, I have to keep going on the path I've chosen, no matter how hard it gets."

Han Ming said with a double meaning.

"Before, Liang'er and Zi'er said they wanted to travel with you but were rejected. Now I ask you to go by water but you still refuse. Aren't you asking for trouble?" Yong Zeng muttered.

"You know nothing. If I go with Di Liang and the others, won't the border troops think I'm here to show off my power?"

"The same applies to traveling by land. We need to investigate the situation in Shaanxi Province in detail. We can't just rush straight to Jingzhao Prefecture."

"Who knows what kind of person Deputy Envoy Xue Zhuanyun is? It's a good thing he doesn't associate with those border troops and put himself on a pedestal."

Han Ming had his own ideas about guarding the northwest this time.

"Isn't there still the second brother of the Zhong family?" Yong Zeng still didn't understand his young master's hesitation.

"Zhong Lao Er can't make this move lightly. He has finally established roots in the northwest, and he needs to use it when the time is right."

Han Ming is very satisfied with having his old friend Zhong Zheng (Zhong Yan) in the northwest.

Of course, there is more than that. There are also a group of military generals left by his grandfather Han Zhang and Fan Wencheng, as well as the current Di brothers' connections and family background.

These are the key reasons why Han Ming dared to take charge of the Northwest.

"But it's not enough. I still have too few people at my disposal. If I want to completely stabilize the entire northwest border, I need more manpower."

Han Ming stroked his chin, and the first person he thought of was a certain Gu who was suppressing bandits in the south, and the group of arrogant and powerful generals in Yuzhou.

"It's too early, it's not the right time yet. Besides, distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. This kind of transfer is decided by the Privy Council, and my grandfather can't really interfere."

"Let's think about it, what about those big guys?"

Han Ming sat in the carriage, and as the vehicle shook, he fell into deep confusion.

The next second, a slight vibration was heard, as if something was running from a distance.

"Oh no! It's bandits, sir."

Yong Zeng immediately stopped the carriage and shouted in a deep voice.

"Turn one side of the carriage outward and form a circle to form a chariot formation."

Han Ming reacted immediately and gave orders one after another.

The family generals who followed Han Ming were some of the soldiers who had previously gone south to Jiangxi to quell the rebellion. They performed well at the time and were promoted by Han Ming to become his personal guards.

Han Ming also took them with him when he went out to the northwest of the town this time. Unexpectedly, they came in handy.

"Yes!"

Everyone shouted in unison and immediately turned the carriages around, blocking the carriages in a circle in the east, west, south and north.

Han Ming lifted the curtain, stepped down from the carriage, and looked at the dusty road in the distance, his eyes drooping slightly.

"Where are we going?"

Upon hearing Han Ming's question, Yong Zeng immediately pulled out a map, took a quick look, and pointed to a place and said, "Near Xicheng, to the north is Jiezhou, across the river to the south is Guozhou, and not far to the west is Fenglingdu."

Han Ming's eyes followed Yong Zeng's finger as it moved across the map. Seeing the mark indicating a relatively flat and open area near Xicheng, his expression tightened.

"Interesting, it seems he's a veteran..."

Han Ming raised his eyes and looked at the "bandits" galloping on horseback in the distance.

"Son..."

Yong Zeng looked at him with some confusion.

"Everyone, please be careful! This group of bandits is not easy to deal with. Go all out! Anyone who dares to approach the carriage will be killed without mercy!"

Han Ming's eyes turned cold. He took the longbow used to defend against the enemy, put an arrow on it, and aimed at the "horse bandit" running towards him.

Hearing Han Ming's order, everyone's expressions tensed. They leaned against the corner of the carriage, slowly pulled out the arrows from their waists, and placed them on the bows.

Looking at the cavalry that showed no sign of slowing down, Han Ming signaled Yong Zeng and asked him to give a message.

"Which sect are you all from? Could you please tell me? I'm Xu from the Huaishui District of the Cao Gang!"

Yong Zeng's loud and sharp shout did not make the other party hesitate at all. He drew his sword quickly and rushed straight towards the chariot formation.

Han Ming narrowed his eyes and shouted coldly: "Get up! Shoot!"

The moment he finished speaking, the long arrow in Han Ming's hand shot out from the air and directly shot the opponent rushing in front of him off his horse.

Hearing their young master's voice, everyone drew their bows and arrows without hesitation and shot them out.

The arrows of dozens of people also formed a small-density rain of arrows, falling madly from the sky.

The other side seemed not to have expected that there would be such a powerful archer in this caravan, and their relatively neat cavalry formation was inevitably disrupted.

Han Ming had sharp eyes and instantly realized that the other party's riding skills were also quite good, unlike ordinary bandits.

"Things are getting more and more interesting..."

With a faint smile on his lips, Han Ming kept pulling the bowstring in his hand, and arrows were shot out madly.

The wailing sounds echoed around the road from time to time, giving people the feeling of seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

As several waves of arrows rained down, the other side seemed to have discovered that Han Ming's team was a tough one, and they couldn't help but let out a low cry.

Half a minute later, the other team leader hurriedly shouted: "The wind is blowing!"

Then they quickly packed up the left-behind horses and personnel and hurriedly evacuated the place.

Han Ming's brows couldn't help but frown deeper, but without hesitation, he drew his bow and drew his arrow. An arrow was suddenly shot out, heading straight for the leader who had spoken earlier.

The arrow was powerful and heavy, infused with most of Han Ming's strength. Like a bullet, it flew through the air and headed straight for the opponent.

The sound of the arrow exploding in the air frightened countless people. The opponent seemed to have also realized the horror of the arrow feather. He quickly drew his sword, bent down, and chopped it in the opposite direction.

As a result, although the opponent seemed to be quick, he was actually a few seconds slower, and the arrow pierced his shoulder and went out of his arm.

A gasp of shock came from the masked leader's mouth, and then he gritted his teeth, slapped the horse's butt with a long knife, and sped away from the place.

"So quick and neat..." Han Ming narrowed his eyes and put away the longbow.

"Young Master!" Yong Zeng shouted.

"Clean up the battlefield and see if the other side has left anything behind."

"Yes!"

Han Ming realized that these people seemed to be completely different from the so-called bandits.

"It seems that things are not peaceful in Shaanxi!"

Han Ming looked into the sky and saw a dark cloud gathering, just like his mood at the moment, covered with a gloomy haze.