Yang Zhengshan gave the officials in front of him a meaningful look, then Spoke Up. "Who is the clerk of this office?"
A clerk was the civil functionary of the Garrison Commander's Office, similar to an administrative secretary. Though he had no official rank, as the leader's secretary, his position was special after all.
"My lord, this lowly one is here!"
An old man with graying hair came forward from behind the group of military officials and bowed to Yang Zhengshan with a flattering smile.
Clerks were not officials; they held no rank.
When dealing with officials, Yang Zhengshan still had to consider the attitude of the Guard Division Office, but dealing with the clerks inside the office was merely a matter of A Sentence from Yang Zhengshan.
These officials dared to leave him hanging, but the clerks within the yamen did not.
"Take this official to the official office."
At this moment, Yang Zhengshan was too lazy to say much to these subordinates. He mounted his horse directly. "Lead the way."
How could the clerk dare say anything else? Paying no mind to the other officials, he began leading the way from the front.
Very soon, their long procession entered the city, while that group of military officials remained standing where they were, looking at each other.
In the end, everyone's gaze fell on the middle-aged man at the head.
"Qianzong, what should we do?" The military farm officer Tian Gui stepped forward and lowered his voice as he asked Qianzong Xu Wanfu.
Xu Wanfu looked darkly at the convoy entering the city, his brows tightly furrowed, and said, "What else can we do? Return to the office first and see what orders the garrison commander has for us!"
Xu Wanfu was a Thousand-Man Commander. The garrison commander of