Beiyang new warlord

"really picky"

If it was 1000 taels of silver before, Mao Jue would have grinned with joy, but this time, he gave his own soldiers more than 1000 taels of silver, and the money he had obtained from various generals by selling the heads of slaves There are also 5000 taels, and he really doesn't like 1000 taels.

Moreover, the deputy commander-in-chief is meaningless. Now that he is a general, he can lead the way by himself. Tieshan was originally under his jurisdiction. As for Yizhou, it is estimated that no one is willing to take over this hot potato. The emperor's reward, except for 1000 taels of silver, is pretty good, and the rest is really worthless.

But just after muttering in a low voice, seeing Mao Wenlong's ugly face, Mao Jue hurriedly drooped his head again, his eyes rolled to the side, as if it wasn't him who just spoke, the angry Mao Wenlong simply laughed and stopped beating him. He shook his head and returned to his seat.

"His Majesty's praise is a good thing, but it's also a bad thing. Zunhua is located in the pass, so we don't have to worry about being unable to defend it. But this Yizhou is the gateway to North Korea, and it may face the army of extortion at any time. If we lose it, our Dongjiang Town will lose face." Light, His Majesty will also blame you! It just so happens that you bastard is the deputy commander in chief, and Xi Daying will give it to you. If you poke this basket, you can solve it yourself!"

"That, handsome father!"

"what?"

"Could my boy not want Xi Daying, just give him tens of thousands of taels of military pay!"

Rubbing his hands together, Mao Jue acted like a profiteer. This time, Mao Wenlong's mouth was simply distorted in anger, and he slapped himself, a money-loser, on the forehead, screaming angrily.

"no!"

The matter of marrying Mao Jue had long been forgotten, and Mao Wenlong turned around in a panic and was about to go out.

Seeing him go, Mao Jue couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. If Mao Wenlong wanted to marry him after time travelling, he would be quite happy, but now, with two high-quality girls, Su Yi and Yang Niu, he would still be happy. I'm really not interested in getting married. You know, the aesthetic concept of people in this era is very different from that of later generations. The portraits of Liu Rushi and Dong Xiaowan, who are known as the eight beauties of the Qinhuai River, are brought to later generations. Anyway, Mao Jue thinks they are not good-looking. He hired an ugly monster, what should he do?

But while he breathed a sigh of relief, Mao Jue hammered his head in frustration and helplessness. Being paid attention to by Emperor Chongzhen, this era is not a good thing!

Few of those who worked hard for the emperor ended well. Yang He was imprisoned and died in exile, Chen Qiyu was imprisoned, Sun Chuanting died in Tongguan, and Lu Xiangsheng was even more tragic. The soldiers fought for three days and three nights with Jiannu's superior forces in Jiazhuang, and the whole army was wiped out!Secretly, this is the meaning of Emperor Chongzhen's peace negotiation.

In the eyes of his old man, when the time comes to suppress the Peng army, enter Juwang, go shopping outside the pass, all the dirty work will come to you. Mao Jue wants to stop working for two years, but he doesn't want to come to an early age passed away.

And what kind of double star is tied with Wu Sangui, a big traitor, he really can't afford to lose that person.

And just now he was telling the truth, don't look at Xi Daying's claim to be the elite of Dongjiang Town, in Mao Jue's opinion, that's the way it is, and he has two big brothers Mao Youde and Mao Zhongming under his command, and some of them will give him a headache Well, it would be more useful to give him tens of thousands of taels of military pay so that he can increase the number of soldiers from 2000 to [-].

But Mao Wenlong has made up his mind, and now he is powerless to change anything, so he can only agree with his head drooping.

At this time, Mao Wenlong, who had just walked out of the study, turned back again, this time with a gloating smile on his face.

"By the way, there is another news to tell you that Yuan Chonghuan has been dismissed from office and has been imprisoned by His Majesty!"

Mao Wenlong's life has been full of wind and waves, but the last time he was close to death, he was almost beheaded by Yuan Chonghuan. Even at his level, he was still happy to see Yuan Chonghuan go to prison.

However, Mao Jue frowned again when he heard this, and informed Yuan Chonghuan two months earlier, and prepared one month earlier. I'm a little confused, is history really that difficult to change?

The banquet hall in front is still mingling, this time Mao Jue's Battle of Yizhou has become a collective third-class merit, it is estimated that the big guys can get some benefits, and a group of generals are also drinking Mao Jue's corn wine to their heart's content, especially It was Mao Youde and Mao Zhongming, shouting the number and blowing to the jar with Liu Xingzuo brothers. This shochu is different from the rice wine they drank, with higher alcohol content. Before half the jar arrived, the seven of them had already started a fight together. Drunken fist.

Even Mao Wenlong, the handsome man, laughed and shook the wine glasses with Shen Shikui and Chen Jisheng, but no one noticed that Mao Jue, the protagonist of the banquet, disappeared, and even the generals who wanted to find him for a drink After knowing that Mao Jue was called away by Mao Wenlong, he assumed that he was on some errand.

A candle was emitting a dim light, Su Yi was still holding the lamp, and a writing brush was writing crookedly. This time, Mao Jue didn't have so many secret codes to think about. Although the handwriting was ugly, a letter could not In 10 minutes, he had already written the letter with great effort, but Mao Jue, who was holding the letter, hesitated when he put the letter in the yellow envelope that was handed over from Mao Wenlong.

Holding this memorial while the kitten in Su Yi was resting, Mao Jue hesitated for more than 20 minutes, and finally ruthlessly slapped the table hard.

"Bet!"

The Zhenglan Banner yamen is still brightly lit, criss-crossing, arms crossed, in our room, a stooped old man is also pouring a pot of wine, humming a little tune, drinking to himself, enjoying himself.

But when Xiao Qu'er hummed to a high note, the shadow of the window flickered, and the old guy immediately jumped up like a mountain eagle, roaring sharply in a low voice.

"Who?"

"Wen Bo, it's me!"

Mao Jue's voice instantly made the old guy relax. He changed from a mountain eagle to a romantic old man again. He folded his sleeves with a smile, and cupped his hands at Mao Jue who had sneaked in through the door.

"The young master is not in the hall to accompany the master to have a banquet, what are you doing here with me, an old man? Oh, I forgot, the young master doesn't like to drink, there is a high-quality hangover pill here, take one for the young master"

"Uncle Wen, I'm not drunk!"

Stretching out his hand to grab his sleeve, Mao Jue looked back nervously again, and immediately stuffed the yellow leather memorial into the old man's hand.

"Uncle Wen, please do me a favor! Send this brochure together with Father Marshal's brochure, and don't let Father Marshal know!"

"This"

It never occurred to him that Mao Jue wanted to carry Mao Wenlong behind his back. Uncle Wen was Mao Wenlong's old soldier and his most trusted butler. All of a sudden, the old guy's face became suspicious.

"Uncle Wen, I'm the young master of the Mao family, so naturally I won't do anything that harms the Mao family. Please, trust me once, will you?"

"Please!"

With a face full of sincerity, Mao Jue grabbed the sleeve of the old man Wen. After all, he was also from the Wen family. In a trance, Wen Bo seemed to see the scene where Mao Jue was playing with his sleeve when he was a child. In a trance, he subconsciously nodded. nodded.

"Master, leave it to the old man"

Chapter 85. Accounting Ghost!

The weather is starting to warm up. Even in Liaodong, which is a world of ice and snow, there is a time when the flowers bloom in the warmth of spring. The snow that is more than one meter thick is gradually thinning, and the strong melt water pours into the Yalu River, drying up more than half of the land. In winter, the river water also soared, and the river was even less than one meter away from Mao Jue's left front tooth fort.

Mao Jue, who had been in fear for more than three months, finally put his heart into his stomach at this time. The river was so fast that even Dongjiang Town with a boat would not easily cross the river to launch an attack, let alone a queen who was not good at water warfare. gold.

In February, the military merits have been reported to the imperial court, and those who have the cheek to rub their experience have more or less benefited, but as soon as the imperial court rewards, a bunch of unscrupulous people just pat their butts and leave immediately. Mao Jue was worried for a while. Even if Xi Daying was included, he would only have 1 troops, and only about [-] people could fight with one mind. The tortoise shell of the fortress was guarded by Yizhou, and the messy Eight Banners cavalry burned Tieshan to a white ground, and Mao Jue couldn't accept it.

Fortunately, after this wave, Mao Jue can be stable for at least a few months. Unlike most of the threats faced by China's northern minorities, Houjin is also a farming nation, and it also needs to farm. Before Xia Xian, These guys have no time to take care of themselves.

Then this kung fu is an opportunity for him to seize the time to recuperate.

This winter's war was as devastating as the harsh winter itself. The original social order of the entire Uiju was completely broken, and all the villages were burned. More than 9000 Yizhou Han people and Koreans were taken to the city of Uiju for several times. Households squeezed into a room, and some people lived in shacks outside. They survived this winter by eating captured Zhenglan Banner grain. Now it is time to start this society again, but before here, Mao Jue still has a long time to go. Things must be done!

A high platform is set up like a big opera, and there is a big curtain hanging behind it, but the melon-eaters who watch the opera seem to be too deep into the drama!Everyone was so excited, they raised their fists and yelled angrily, throwing rotten vegetables, leaves, stones and garbage onto the stage with all their might. The momentum was like a landslide and tsunami.

"Down with Zhao Laocai, the running dog of Houjin!!!"

Amidst the excited roar of the crowd, a fat man with a bruised nose and swollen face trembled and huddled together like a pangolin. After the shouting for a while, a trembling old lady trembled under the support of two young people. Going up to the stage, he took his crutches and stabbed the ground hard in a mournful voice.

"My surname is Zhao, thanks to the fact that you are still a relative of our Zhao family! Just to please that old Tartar man, in exchange for you, my daughter, who is only 13 years old, let you be tied up for life to be ruined to death by that old beast, your conscience Eaten by dogs! Poor my granddaughter!!!”

"Zhao, last winter you forced rent and took away the last bag of food from my family. My mother was seriously ill in the cold winter months. Before she died, she wanted to eat a mouthful of face porridge. I knelt down at the door of your house." For three days and three nights, you didn't even look straight in the face! You let my mother die on an empty stomach, how many people in our Zhuangzi died of starvation because of your forced rent, and as a result, you fed all the food we worked so hard to harvest Tartar! Are you worthy of your ancestors?"

The young man next to him was also roaring like a cup, and the anger of the two caused the crowd who had finally calmed down to burst into anger again. Everyone's eyes were red and they raised their fists high.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Frightened and collapsed, the "pangolin" wished to shrink its head to the ground, and screamed sadly: "Folks, I was also forced! Please spare my life, little one! Little one! I must change my mind and be a brighter man for me!" Be loyal! Please, give the little one a chance!"

Not at all the prestige of Zhuangtou in the usual days, this guy surnamed Zhao is trembling, pitiful like a mouse trapped in a group of cats, unfortunately, not to mention the red eyes of those Yizhou people, just before this guy became Zhenglan Banner The relationship between Zhenglan Qi and Zhenglan Qi is too close, and Mao Jue will not let them go. During another wave of denunciation, a few soldiers dragged the fat man by the arm, and the old guy was pissed off. While crying, the strong noose was hung around his neck, and this thing was hung up like a wax duck.

But the old guy with flopping legs is not alone. There are already a lot of strings hanging at the gate of Yizhou City. At this time, the frost has not receded, and some people have been frozen hard, hanging there like popsicles.

Devils are certainly hateful, but even more hateful than devils are these traitors!There are only more than 9000 old, weak, sick, and disabled Jurchens in Jianzhou, Yizhou. If it weren't for these Han Zhuangtou who helped maintain order and brutally suppressed their own people, according to the brutal ethnic oppression of the early Houjin, these Han people would have turned back long ago.