Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 54 Jingping Armed Forces Hall

Outside the Gu's mansion.

"Patriarch Gu doesn't want to see me?"

Meng Wu wore a simple Confucian robe, clenched his hands tightly, and his face was as gloomy as water.

"Cheng Meng, please go back!" the young man at the porter said indifferently.

"Little brother, please go and report to your Patriarch again, and say that I, Meng Wu, came to solve their problems!" Meng Wu lowered his posture, handed a bunch of money to the young man guarding the door, and said in a low voice .

He knew very well in his heart that the entire five hundred elite soldiers of the government were wiped out overnight, and the vitality of the Wuyin gentry was also severely damaged. Their trust in him had been exhausted, and he was worthless as a county magistrate.

"Okay, just wait a moment!"

The young man in the gatehouse took a look at the string of money, which was about two pennies. After thinking about it, he decided to go in and report it again.

It took about a quarter of an hour for the young porter to come out.

"Little brother, is your Patriarch willing to see me?"

"please!"

The youth at the porter stepped out of the way and stretched out his hand.

"Thank you!"

Meng Wu breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his clothes, and strode in.

When he walked into this lobby, he immediately felt a pair of knives-like eyes staring at Zoujin, and he could clearly feel that it was full of malice.

"Meng Wu pays homage to Patriarch Gu!" He bowed and saluted.

"Meng Shaoluo, do you still dare to come to see the old man?" Gu Peng's eyes were as cold as ice, with no regard for etiquette, and his killing intent bloomed in a cold voice.

Meng Wu, whose name is Shaoluo, was the son of the Nanyang Meng family in the past. In the past, the Nanyang Meng family could be regarded as a family. It is difficult for them to make friends with these local tyrants, but that is just the past. After the Yellow Turban Rebellion, the Meng family It was almost completely slaughtered, and even the inherited ancestral hall was burned by the Yellow Turban Army. Only the descendants survived, less than a few dozen people.

"Patriarch Gu, although I didn't think carefully about this matter, it's not a crime of war!" Meng Wu shook his head and said, "It's just some accidents!"

"The old man asks you!"

Gu Peng said coldly: "Since Mu Shan led his troops back, why didn't you say a word, and watched us being strangled by Mu Shan!"

"I don't understand Patriarch Gu's words?"

Meng Wu frowned.

"If Mushan hadn't returned with his troops, who would have killed our five hundred soldiers?" The Patriarch of the Chen family said coldly.

"It's definitely not the return of Mushan!"

Meng Wudao: "Yesterday I also received news from the county government that Mushan has now been forcefully forced into Tufushan by Ji Yi Sima's tricks, and is fighting Tufushan's rebels. It is absolutely impossible for him to lead his troops back !"

"Then you think that the old and weak women and children in Jingping Village can kill my five hundred elites?" Gu Peng frowned, his eyes cold.

"Everyone, please calm down!"

Meng Wu said: "This matter is quite strange, a certain family speculates that there may be Runan Yellow Turbans passing through the border!"

"impossible!"

Someone objected and said: "If the Runan Yellow Turban crosses the border, even if it can't be stopped, we must have received some news. The nearest Runan Yellow Turban is hundreds of miles away from us. How can we touch it silently?" Under our noses, this is too underestimating our eyeliner!"

"I will definitely give you an explanation on this matter, please give me some time!"

Meng Wu said in a deep voice.

"it is good!"

Gu Peng was silent for a while. He was just angry before, so he was a little manic. Now he has finally calmed down. Meng Wu has always represented the prefect's mansion, and it is not good for them to fall out with Nanyang prefect's mansion: "Old man, let me just believe you Back!"

"Thank you Patriarch Gu for your trust!"

Meng Wu breathed a sigh of relief, his position as county magistrate was considered to be saved.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Meng Wu left.

"Everyone, do you believe Meng Shaoluo's words?" Gu Peng's eyes were dark and gloomy.

"If Mu Shan hadn't returned with his troops, I can't think of anyone who would be able to surround and kill our five hundred elite soldiers!" Someone said in a low voice.

"But he doesn't need to tell a lie about this!"

Someone else retorted: "After all, if Mu Shan returns, we should get the news within a day!"

"It makes sense!"

"If Mushan hasn't returned, then who is beheading our soldiers?" Gu Peng also believed that Meng Wu didn't dare to tell such a big lie, knowing that Mushan hadn't returned and was still in a dangerous situation, he was relieved. The tone is heavy, but there is a lot of anxiety and doubt in my heart.

"Could it really be the Runan Yellow Turban?"

"Probably not. In the past two years, in order to prevent the Runan Yellow Turban from coming, we have placed a lot of eyeliner on the border between the two counties. If there is any news, we should have reported it long ago!"

"Who is that?"

The Patriarchs of the Wuyin Gentlemen peeped at each other, somewhat confused about the situation.

"Since Mushan has not returned, maybe we are just thinking too much. Why don't we gather troops and send troops to destroy Jingping Village again. We must not let this nest of yellow scarf thieves survive. We must kill them all and bleed into rivers to comfort us. The spirit of the soldiers in the sky!"

The Patriarch of the Chen family became ruthless, and said in a deep voice: "Using young and strong as soldiers, I can pay eight hundred!"

"I can also pay five hundred!"

"Three hundred young men, I can squeeze them out!"

"..."

Everyone was a little moved, after all, Mushan hadn't returned, so they were completely relieved.

Although the elite government soldiers have suffered a lot of losses one after another during this period, and there is not much left, the most important thing they lack is the young and strong long-term tenants. They have manors outside the city, but they have gathered many tenants. Soldiers, gathering thousands of soldiers every minute.

"No!"

However, Gu Peng resisted this opportunity and showed a calm expression: "We have already suffered a big loss this time. If we can't figure out this matter and lead our troops to attack rashly, we will definitely suffer another serious setback. Although we The family is big and the business is big, but it is so hurt, and we can't afford it. If we consume our young and strong, our fields will not be plowed, and it will even cause a real disaster of extermination. So everyone, at this moment, we should bear it for a while. Tone!"

When everyone heard the words, although they were a little unwilling, they could not refute.

After all, the unknown is the scariest thing.

Although this Jingping Village is just a village of old and weak women and children, they were able to wipe out five hundred elite government soldiers overnight. No one knows how many soldiers and horses they have hidden in secret, so be cautious, that's right.

"From now on, all of you are requested to send out your eyeliner. No matter what, you must keep an eye on Jingping Village!"

Standing up with a cane, Gu Peng commanded in a deep voice, "Revenge comes at a time, and we need to be patient. The day Mushan returns to heaven is when we dispatch troops. I hope that you will prepare early and use your family background to train a horse." Elite government soldiers, we want to tell everyone that this Wuyin is up to us!"

"Correct!"

"Wuyin City must decide what we say!"

"Whoever wants to become the king of Wuyin must face our butcher's knife!"

Everyone suddenly became outraged.

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The morning sun is full of vitality.

Jingping Village.

From the direction of the entrance of the village, to the front of Zhonglie Hall, about 100 houses have become ruins. These houses were destroyed in less than a month. However, it is this ruins that witnessed A stunning defensive counterattack battle.

Although this battle was a huge injury to the Jingping Youth Camp, it was also an honor.

Even with your Divine Guard, they had less than [-] soldiers, and they wiped out a total of [-] elite gentry soldiers. This was the first battle after the establishment of the Jingping Youth Battalion, a classic battle in which the less won the more.

Zhonglie Hall, in Mujing's book pavilion.

Mu Jing sat cross-legged on the grand teacher's chair, holding a pen in his right hand, and was writing on a piece of rough paper. Every stroke he made was very hard and heavy, and every name on it made him feel ashamed.

"Young master, they are buried today, you don't go..." Tan Zong pushed the door and walked in, looking at Mujing, a little puzzled.

"Don't dare to go!"

While writing carefully, Mu Jing said in a deep voice: "Looking at their graves, I feel ashamed!"

"Young master, we are willing to entrust our lives to you, not only because you are the son of the master, but also because we believe in you!" Tan Zong said consolingly.

"It is because you believe in me that I am ashamed!"

Mu Jing gritted his teeth, and his voice seemed to burst out from between his teeth: "I can only keep this enmity in my heart!"

"You've done a great job!"

Tan Zongdao: "If it hadn't been for the young masters to strategize, I am afraid that we will die in this battle, and the parents, elders, brothers and sisters behind us will all die!"

"Ha ha!"

Mu Jing just smiled, the smile was so bitter.

"Brother Tan, take this and seal it up!" After a while, Mu Jing finally finished writing, and then said: "This is their honor. They died, but they died for ours. Their honor will be saved in the future." It must be admired by everyone!"

The above pages are the achievements of every sacrificed youth in the Jingping Youth Camp. He wrote it himself in order to better feel the feeling of loss and the cruelty of war. He has been trying to accept it, but every time, He seems to have great feelings.

After all, he is not a person of this era. His soul comes from him more than 800 years later, and he is always a bit out of tune with war.

However, he is already a man of this era.

He knew very well that he had to accept the damage the war had brought him.

"promise!"

Tan Zong nodded, carefully dried the ink on it, folded it up, wrapped it in oilcloth, and put it in the innermost bookcase of the Book Pavilion.

After finishing all this, Tan Zong said: "Young master, some food, cloth, money and treasures have begun to be shipped out of the city. These are all the harvests of our sweeping the county as the Yellow Turban Army the night before. In the merchant’s house, the news is not so tense now, they are ready to ship it out!"

That night, according to the information provided by those merchants, they swept up countless shops and warehouses of the gentry in the county. Even if they didn't know how much they seized, they naturally couldn't transport it out smoothly with their own hands.

So it was stored in the homes of these merchants.

He is not afraid that they will swallow his share. After all, in this world, strength is king. Jingping Village, which holds soldiers and horses, is not afraid of merchants. If you are not obedient, then try the Jingping Youth Camp. Bingfeng.

"You should sue Zhang Heng. You can transport them out, but don't transport too much at one time. Take your time. It is best for their transportation team to go around Wuyin City before sending them to the upper reaches of the Xiaoqing River, and then let Uncle Zhang send People went to Xiaoqinghe to hand over and came back, and now many people in the city are staring at us, so we must be careful!"

"understand!"

Tan Zong's eyes lit up, he didn't expect this level, Mu Jing should be careful, at this time they should not reveal too much their relationship with the merchants in the city, otherwise it would arouse the vigilance of the gentry.

"Brother Tan, do you know that our Jingping Village was attacked at night this time, and dozens of teenagers from the youth camp were beheaded and killed. Why?" Mu Jing asked gloomyly with a smug look on his childish and delicate face. .

"It's because we didn't get the news too late, or the merchants provided it. If the young master didn't go to see them and these merchants that day, he might not have woken up. If we had prepared early, by then, one of our Jingping villages would have been killed. left!"

Tan Zong thought for a while and said in a deep voice.

He didn't dare to imagine that if Mujing hadn't gone to the city to meet those merchants he looked down upon that day, and hadn't learned from Zhang Heng that Mushan was in a bad situation, and thus thought of the possibility that someone might surprise Jingping Village, do a good job. If prepared, I am afraid that Jingping Village has been turned into ruins, and blood in the village will inevitably flow into rivers.

"So we have to learn to know ourselves and our enemies!"

Mujing Road.

"Young Master asked us to send some spies to the city to monitor the families!"

"In that case, the efficiency is too low!" Mu Jing shook his head: "And the new face will attract attention, and it will be easy to be discovered!"

"What do you mean by being a young master?"

"You find a way to buy some ruffians or beggars in the city. They are local snakes and may not be of any use, but their news must be the best!" Mu Jing said: "Don't hesitate to spend a lot of money, let them record what happened in the city , I must know the daily movements of Wuyin County!"

He has an idea in his mind, but it is not very mature yet.

The army pulled out the camp, and the scouts went first.

It's time for them to build an intelligence network of their own.

But Mujing knew that this was a big project and had to be done step by step.

Can't wait!

"promise!"

Tan Zong surrendered and took the order.

"Go!"

Mu Jing waved his hand and said calmly.

"Yes!" After saluting, Tan Zong turned and left.

In the quiet bookstore, Mu Jing sat on the grand teacher's chair, his thoughts began to move away from Jingping Village, and drifted to the battlefield of Tufu Mountain: "I don't know how my father suppressed the bandits?"

He believed in Mushan's ability.

But after all, I was a little worried.

But worry is nothing to worry about, far water can't save near fire, besides, he can't protect himself now, although he won this battle, for the gentry in Wuyin County, even if they suffer a serious setback, they won't be able to dampen their strength much.

With the strength of the Wuyin gentry, if they insisted on using swords and attacking Jingping Village, Jingping Village would not be able to defend it.

"never mind!"

Mu Jing shook his head and muttered to himself: "Take care of yourself now, and let father have no worries, that is the greatest support for father!"

"This battle seems to have won more with less, but there are still too many problems exposed!"

Mu Jing pondered for a while, and said: "It seems that the establishment of a military academy is necessary. These youngsters are all good seedlings. We can't let them lose their lives on the battlefield!"

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Time to enter late February.

Wuyin County began to enter a strange atmosphere. The gentry, headed by the Gu family, secretly resisted Jingping Village. To the feeling of confrontation.

They are all waiting.

Wait for the result of the Battle of Tufushan.

If Mu Shan returns with his troops victorious, that would be the greatest fear of the Wuyin gentry. If Mu Shan died in battle, they would turn their backs without hesitation, and march into Jingping Village regardless of the consequences.

However, the news about the battle of Tufu Mountain has not come back. There are only some intermittent news. Some people say that Mushan has been surrounded, and some say that Mushan led his troops to jump out of Tufushan. The news has not been confirmed right or wrong. .

On this day, Jingping Mountain was sunny and sunny.

This hill is flat and the terrain is very wide. It is only one mile away from Jingping Village.

On the hill, a row of simple wooden houses had already begun to be built at this time.

Around the wooden house, sharp fences and wooden stakes are used to build, and in front of the door, a gate is built. On the gate, there are five big characters, Jingping Wubei hall.

Based on the Jingping Youth Camp, Mu Jing established the Jingping Wubei Hall in the line of fire. The first batch of students was the Jingping Youth Camp, and 130 teenagers survived.

In the juvenile battalion plus Mujing, there were 180 seven youths, 52 of whom died in battle, and later four also died of serious injuries. Now with Mujing, there are only 130 left. This is the student of Jingping Wubeitang.

The establishment of the Armed Forces Hall is actually a military academy.

He is learning from the Whampoa spirit.

So he personally took the sacrificial wine from Jingping Wubei Hall, and held this group of military students tightly in his hands.

Today is the day when Wu Beitang was established.

"Show the flag!"

Mu Jing stood on the high platform and shouted loudly.

Two burly teenagers raised their flags, and then raised this flag to the sky. This is a military flag, which Mujing personally designed for Jingping Wubeitang. The black mandala represents the unstoppable Predicted death, despair and lonely love, this is what soldiers should bear.

"I'm Mujing!"

"From now on, I am no longer your young master, I am the sacrificial wine of Jingping Wubei Hall!"

Mu Jing stood on the high platform, under the high platform, in the spacious school grounds, standing in line for more than 100 years, he started a simple entrance speech.

"The Youth Camp no longer exists. From this moment on, you are all students of Jingping Wubei Hall, and I, Mujing, will be your teacher. I will pass on what I know and what I have learned. Yes, I will teach you all the skills I can come into contact with. I hope you can learn it with your heart. I hope that you will all become excellent officers on the battlefield in the future, instead of reckless men who only know how to charge. !"

Mujing's voice was loud and loud, continuously pouring into the ears of each student and reverberating in their hearts.

　Five thousand words big change, two changes in one!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)