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

"Sir, these are some items left behind by the other party."

After cleaning up the battlefield, Yong Zeng piled some scattered cloths and rags in front of Han Ming.

Looking at something that contained absolutely no directional information, Han Ming's doubts grew.

"The other party didn't even leave behind a single weapon or personnel?"

Han Ming stroked these so-called 'trophies', feeling somewhat puzzled.

"Sir, do you think there is something wrong?" Yong Zeng asked as he squatted beside Han Ming.

"Don't you think that group of thieves just now were very strange?" Han Ming turned and looked at Yong Zeng and said.

"Strange?" Yong Zeng immediately fell into thought, constantly recalling the feeling of the brief fight just now.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and Yong Zeng reacted quickly.

"They moved in a neat and orderly manner, unlike the chaotic bandits and horse bandits nearby. Their riding skills were superb, like they were veterans..."

What Han Ming found strange was Yong Zeng's words.

"Most importantly, although it was only a brief encounter, I feel like the enemy's horses and weapons don't seem to be made by ordinary people."

"Even though their formation was rigorous and their advances and retreats were well-planned, they were clearly retreating in a hurry, yet they still took away the so-called dead and damaged weapons. This shows that these people are not that simple."

Han Ming slowly expressed his thoughts.

"If that's the case, then the other party might not be a roving bandit, but..."

Yong Zeng seemed to have thought of a possibility and murmured in surprise.

"army!!!"

Han Ming and Yong Zeng looked at each other, and both could see a hint of fear in each other's eyes.

"If that's the case, the Northwest Army is rotten to the core." Yong Zeng said in a cold voice.

"Not entirely. The current situation is just speculation between you and me. There is no evidence at all."

"Let's put this matter aside for now. When we get to Jingzhao Prefecture, we'll meet with Deputy Envoy Xue Chuanyun."

Han Ming was able to keep his composure. He knew that if you spoke without thinking about some things, the other party might not pay attention to you.

"Sir, what you said is absolutely right. What should we do next?" Yong Zeng also took a deep breath and nodded.

"It's getting late. Let's try to get to Yongle Town before sunset. There's an inn there where we can rest for the night and set off again tomorrow."

Han Ming thought for a while and patted Yong Zeng on the shoulder.

"Yes, son!"

Yong Zeng immediately stood up and asked everyone to pack up and set off.

. . . . . .

In a deep mountain somewhere near Xicheng, a group of dozens of people were hiding in the woods to rest.

However, the condition of this group of people was really tragic. Most of them suffered severe external injuries, and a few of them were so seriously injured that they were breathing out more than breathing in.

The masked man at the head kept making “hiss—ha!” sounds, lost in pain.

"Boss, how are you?" A man who seemed to be a small leader came over with some healing medicine and checked the wound of the leader.

The arrow directly penetrated the entire shoulder, revealing a cold light from the front.

"Hiss!" The little leader took a breath of cold air.

"Damn it! We've run into some tough guys! Those guys are definitely military veterans. Whether it's their fighting spirit or their archery prowess, they're definitely the result of years of military experience."

"The leader is even more incredible. The speed and power of this arrow are unmatched by ordinary people. He must be a trained martial artist."

The masked man in the lead was sweating profusely and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Boss, does that mean the other party might be a government official?" The little leader asked with a grim expression while trying to stop the bleeding.

"That's pretty close. Damn it! What a fucking bad luck! I never thought I'd run into someone being escorted by a military officer during this mission."

The masked man tremblingly pulled down the black cloth covering his face, revealing a bearded face.

"Will the other party recognize our situation?" asked the little leader with some concern.

"It's okay. We cleaned up the battlefield thoroughly and left no evidence. Even if the other party is suspicious, they won't openly cause trouble."

The leader calmed his men down, and the two worked together to try to pull out the arrow.

"Fuck! These are arrows from the Central Imperial Guards. Where on earth did these people come from?!"

The coldness in the leader's eyes grew heavier, and he kept wondering if there were any problems in his previous battle.

"Boss, how are you going to report this situation to your superiors? If someone holds you accountable..." the little leader asked in a low voice.

"That's fine. Just say we were ambushed by nearby bandits and fell into a trap, seriously injuring our brothers. Let them make all the other jokes they want. We can't do anything about it."

The leader set the tone for everyone, and everyone nodded silently, agreeing with this statement.

"Also, regarding what happened today, everyone should keep it to themselves and no one should tell anyone. But if you break the rules, you'll lose your head!!!"

The leader's eyes turned cold, and he stared at his men like a hungry wolf.

"Yes!"

The rest of the people immediately echoed loudly.

. . . . . .

The so-called "bandits" here were holding a summary meeting, and on the other side, Han Ming and others also arrived at Yongle Town before sunset. It was a town sandwiched between Xicheng and Fenglingdu.

Due to a sudden and difficult-to-distinguish true or false "bandit robbery" incident, Han Ming and his group did not take the legitimate route of staying at the government inn, but chose an ordinary inn.

After completing the simple formalities, Han Ming and Yong Zeng entered the room and began to reconstruct what happened during the day. The two kept talking about the points they noticed.

Until late at night, everyone fell into a deep sleep, only Han Ming fell into deep thought.

In this confused state, Han Ming and others spent an uneasy night.

After breakfast the next day, Han Ming and others continued on their journey.

After a bumpy morning, Han Ming and others arrived at Fenglingdu, a relatively famous Yellow River port nearby.

There are many merchants traveling from north to south here, and the market trade that has gradually formed makes it very lively.

In front of a tea stall, Han Ming drank water and watched the passers-by, feeling deeply moved.

Just when I thought I could have a peaceful day today, the next second I heard a few people arguing somewhere in the tea stall.

"Haha, you are just too ignorant. How could Zuo Silu, the Great General of Ningyuan, the Commander of Aizhou, and the Great Chieftain of Miaochuan, who was appointed by the Great Song Dynasty, allow a princess from the Liao Kingdom to marry him?"

"I think you are short-sighted. The Liao envoy has already led the princess to their territory. It is clear that Zuo Silu also has ulterior motives!"

"Not entirely. Since Zuo Siluo took power, he has always been pro-Song and anti-Xia, helping the Song Dynasty maintain its northwestern border. This shows his close relationship with the Song Dynasty."

"But the Liao Kingdom has no borders with the Zousiluo, yet they are constantly trying to win over their people, even forming a marriage alliance. I suspect the Liao Kingdom is planning to attack the Western Xia."

Finally, this man in his thirties spoke with reason and evidence. Beneath his scholarly appearance, he possessed insight that was no less than that of any military expert.

"Brother Zichun, those who are not of our race must have different hearts!"

"Don't you know that the rebellion of the Tang border troops was caused by the Tang emperor's favoritism of foreign generals?"

"Zuosiluo is, after all, the leader of a foreign tribe. His current pro-Song stance is nothing more than relying on the Song's strength to resist Xixia. Once Xixia weakens, Zuosiluo will definitely show his fangs!"

Another young scholar refuted the middle-aged man named "Zichun" with an attitude of giving orders.

"Brother, you are wrong. You don't realize that it is the Great Song that we need to rely on now!"

"If it weren't for Zuo Silu and other Qingtang people leading the people to contain the southern part of Xixia, the pressure on the border of our Great Song Dynasty would be several times greater, and there would be no stable and peaceful situation today."

"Let's not even mention the military contributions made by Zuo Silu. Just look at the current Song border troops. Since the defeat at Haoshuichuan, facing the pressing pressure from the Western Xia, how many military victories have they achieved that are worthy of praise, apart from Di Gong?"

"If this continues, the border troops will become exhausted and dilapidated. If we abandon the assistance of Zuosiluo and others, won't we completely open the border to Western Xia?!"

The man called 'Zichun' was filled with indignation, and scoffed at the young man's casual use of the 'alien theory'.

Seeing this gentleman angry, the group of scholars were speechless and even felt ashamed.

However, Han, who was listening carefully, had his eyes light up and kept looking at this man with a special style.

"It's rare to hear such a broad-minded opinion. It seems this person is no ordinary person."

After thinking for a few seconds, Han Ming greeted Yong Zeng and whispered a few words in his ear.

Yong Zeng nodded repeatedly, then walked towards the group of scholars who were arguing with a strange smile...