Beiyang new warlord

This year is not a future generation. In a word, everyone knows it!For this sentence, Mao Wenlong spent tens of thousands of taels of silver to buy it from the mouth of the eunuch. How could Mao Wenlong not be shocked when his son came out of his mouth.

He also suddenly realized that he was showing off a little too much, and copied all the reasons why Yuan Chonghuan killed Mao Wenlong from the Baijia Forum, but this matter was explained differently, and Mao Jue could only bite the bullet and giggle.

"That's what, my lord father, the kid just knows!"

"Still keeping it a secret from me?"

Angrily, Mao Wenlong shook off Mao Jue's collar, making him laugh helplessly. If I tell you, old man, that my consciousness has driven your son out of his shell, you can't throw me off the boat to feed the whales!

For a while, the room became silent. Seeing Mao Wenlong lower his head in thought, Mao Jue hurriedly lowered his head again.

"Then, Father, this Ningyuan, let's not go, just turn around?"

"No, go, still have to go!"

Chapter 20. Carrying heavy responsibilities

Mao Jue had the urge to smash Mao Wenlong's head open with a hammer and release the water inside, and he knew that he would not be able to please him if he went there, so let's go, what if it's not courting death?It doesn't matter if you die, what should I do?

"Father handsome!"

If you should pretend to be a grandson, you have to pretend to be a grandson, and Mao Jue hurriedly clasped his fists in grief.However, Mao Wenlong suddenly smiled and waved his hands, and pulled Mao Jue earnestly, dragging him to the bedside.

"You! I used to think that you were obsessed with studying, but you didn't have the guts. You should have a better brain. Now, you have the courage, but your brain doesn't."

"Now that Yuan Chonghuan has just ascended to the position of Liaodong Supervisor, the official document he sent asked me to pay a visit to Ningyuan. If I don't want to go, it is just to give him an excuse. When the time comes, there will be a wave of criticism from the court, and my father will fall into a passive position. In the old days, it was not the big swords and spears that killed people, but the knife mouths of those bullshit princes in the court, so the **** is called killing without blood."

Mentioning the minister of the court, Mao Wenlong couldn't help spitting viciously. Although he is in a high position now, he is not grateful to any cabinet or military department. At his age, he just witnessed a series of shocking changes in Liaodong , throughout the Tianqi Dynasty, Liao affairs became victims of internal party struggles. You sing and I tear down the stage, and each individual character takes turns to appear on the stage.

Once the situation in Liaodong got better, they all came to grab credit. When the situation in Liaodong got worse, the big bosses in Beijing patted their butts and left. What's worse is that after sending political enemies to Liaodong, they still have to make trouble behind them and greedy for military pay. Dragging the military situation, as if this Ming Dynasty is not their country.

In the Liaoyang tragedy, more than 200 members of Mao Wenlong's entire Mao family died in the military disaster. Mao Jue was almost stunned.

No wonder Mao Wenlong was so angry at Mao Jue's bookish appearance before.

Exhaling bad breath, Mao Wenlong looked out of the cabin gloomyly just now, took Mao Jue's hand and continued talking.

"Yuan Manzi wanted to deal with me, but he didn't take it into account. After all, this Dongjiang town was created by you and me. If he dared to detain me, Dongjiang would be in chaos. Guangning just had a riot. Mutiny, another riot in the Dongjiang River, and Yuan Manzi will fall without waiting for three years, this guy is too loud, and there are idle censors staring at him in the court!"

Mao Wenlong is full of confidence, but the audible Mao Jue is rubbing his forehead again with a headache. Mao Wenlong's worst plan is to detain him by Yuan Chonghuan and deprive him of his military power, but he is much more ruthless than he imagined, and goes straight to Pidao , Chopped off your old man's head.

However, what Mao Wenlong said is true. Dongjiang Town really cannot do without him. Once he died, Jiannu soldiers pointed at the capital the next year. There were four or five mutinies, and in the end the elite of Mao Wenlong's subordinates, that is, the three big brothers Mao Youde, Mao Kexi, and Mao Zhongming who were drinking with Mao Jue, rebelled and smashed half of Shandong. The firearms unit brought Jiannu, and these were like dominoes, starting with Yuan Chonghuan killing Mao Wenlong.

No, the one who really promoted this domino should be the overjoyed Chongzhen.

Mao Jue was so sad that he still wanted to persuade him. It was rare that his son was filial and worried about himself. He didn't mutter behind his back like the nerds before, but Mao Wenlong was very happy, and patted the bed again. Mao Jue's words.

"Your father is not a vegetarian. This time I brought [-] soldiers and horses. When my thirty or so brothers went to Zhenjiang, Yuan Manzi was still a nerd in Fujian!"

"It's you, kid. I'll give you some advice in the future. You should get money for money, and you should pull people. The world has begun to be chaotic. You have money and soldiers in your hands, so you can stand firm. What kind of imperial examinations do you take? You will die for life." Reading, just make a mess of those bastards in the court, there is no big future!"

Seeing the old man's saliva splashing, for some reason, Mao Jue suddenly had the feeling that his father scolded him for hating iron and steel, which made him feel dazed, a trace of nostalgia came to his heart, and he lowered his head For a moment, he just controlled his emotions, but he touched her in his arms.

"Father, please accept this gun!"

Looking at the very rough, the handle of the gun is made of wood, like a revolver that is more a child's toy than a weapon, Mao Wenlong knows what it is, and he took it in his hand with great interest, and weighed it twice.

"Is this the thing you killed Shen Qian with? Old Hammer Wen told me before that you could shoot four times with one shot, but I really didn't believe it."

"Father, this gun can fire six shots in a row. Here is the drum. Pull out half of the middle iron core to take it out. The flint is activated. The gunpowder is stuffed into the drum, and the bullet is in the front. Within 30 meters, Take one shot down and send it to your father for self-defense, take care of yourself!"

"Okay, you are filial, I accept this thing."

Carelessly, he slapped the gun and a pack of bullets on the bed. Finally, Mao Wenlong pressed Mao Jue's shoulder heavily, and nodded in satisfaction.

"This is how you look, give me a good job!"

"Obey, Father Commander!"

After getting off the boat, he returned to the sentinel ship in Pang Da Hai again. Although he failed to persuade Mao Wenlong to come back, Mao Jue felt more warmth and peace of mind at this moment, and watched the Dongjiang fleet disappear. In the night, standing on the bow of the boat, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't move for a long time.

Now he also wants to understand that although Yuan Chonghuan has great ambitions and talents, he is not stupid at any rate. He dare not attack Mao Wenlong lightly before he touches Dongjiang Town. Thousand elite soldiers.

But next time, if Yuan Manzi came to the island in person, it would not be so easy to deal with. During this period of time, I still need to prepare more. Now that I have a thousand households in my hand, that is the capital. In the times, public and private, the tragedy of Dongjiang must not be allowed to repeat itself again!

"Mr. Qian, let's go back?"

Now, Pang Pang Hai is more careful with Mao Jue. The owner's surname is Mao, and he went to take a stroll on Mao Shuai's boat in the middle of the night. What's more, he just said harsh words to his immediate boss.

"Okay, we're done, let's go back!"

In a good mood, turning around, Mao Jue patted the guy on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Old Pang, I remember you!"

That old face couldn't help but froze for a moment, and then Pang Hai also showed a happy expression, and then raised his head happily and shouted loudly.

"Brothers, go back! Go back!"

It was a night of trouble, and it was already late at night when we returned to Phi Island. He had already drank alcohol, but after all this trouble, when he returned to the barracks, Mao Jue just fell asleep on the pillow, sleeping like a dead pig.

But before he could take a full rest, early the next morning, another "alarm clock" buzzed beside his ears, and he was pushed up. Seeing that the sky outside was still a bit cloudy, Mao Jue couldn't help but sigh. Stomach resentment, rubbing his head and shouting unhappily.

"Old Pang, what's the matter, you got me up so early in the morning?"

My immediate boss was full of resentment from a dude who didn't get enough sleep, and Pang Dahai's heart was beating, and he managed to squeeze out a smiling face, but the smile was uglier than crying.

"Mr. Qian, this one is on duty again today. The brothers are all waiting for you, Mr. Qian, to set up the duty! Who is going to patrol the sea!"

Suddenly, Mao Jue sobered up a lot. Yesterday, he was still thinking about the important task left by Mao Wenlong, so that he could win over some people so that he could deal with Yuan Manzi. How could he be lazy now, besides, what he did with Qian Zong was really not good. Competent, it's been two days since I recognized him, and my subordinates have only seen Pang Hai.

"Okay, pack up, I'm going to work now!"

Stretching his waist, he reached out and took off the padded jacket hanging next to him, and put on a pair while wearing a pair, Mao Jue said.

In the film and television drama, the military camps are all tents surrounded by a circle of deer villages, but in reality, the military camps are generally like a small town, with brick and adobe houses. Mao Jue went to Laolongtou back then, and this place is very similar to that , The officer also has a separate yard, Mao Youde can take care of him, the yard he lives in is at the garrison level, and the office is right in front of the place where he lives.

After washing his face, wearing cotton armor and a helmet, Mao Jue followed Pang Hai to work quite novelly. In that classroom, some of his subordinates were really waiting there early, a total of fifteen or sixteen.However, it is completely different from the rigid soldiers in his impression. These guys are really good and bad. The old ones are already in their fifties and sixties, and half of their teeth have fallen out. In the middle of their thirties and forties, a set of cotton armor looks brand new, and they didn't wait to enter the house. Well, I have heard the messy discussions inside go far away.

There was no discipline at all, and Mao Jue couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he listened.

"I've seen Mr. Qianhu!"

Pushing open the door and entering the room, these guys calmed down a bit, and saluted together with their fists in their hands. There was only one table and one chair in the whole room, and Mao Jue walked behind the table without hesitation, and sat down. Only raised his hand.

"Get up!"

"Thank you Qianhu!"