Beiyang new warlord

If Su Changmei was here before and dared to mess up Dongjiang, he would just kill you regardless of whether you were a Ming person.It happened that Fan Wenju was such a kind-hearted gentleman, and Mao Jue was not in Dongjiang during the gap period. More and more refugees caused today's chaos, and almost 2 Dongjiang residents were displaced. After retreating to Iron Mountain City, the fishing grounds were shut down, and the docks were also exhausted.

On the shore of the port, the louder and louder shouts gradually became more and more orderly, but the feeble hungry people were vicious, gnashing their teeth and shouting the unified slogan.

"We want food!"

"Plow the land for me! Otherwise, we'll fight in!"

"How serious?"

Getting more irritable, Mao Jue frowned and asked, Fan Wenju's head lowered lower and lower.

"More than one hundred thousand!"

Chapter 3 and five. It's against you

Daming was a whole. Disasters occurred in Henan and Shanxi thousands of miles away, and the Dongjiang River, which was isolated overseas, was affected. The refugees all over the mountains and plains became a major disaster in Dongjiang.

But for these people, Mao Jue actually welcomes them. On the one hand, Dongjiang needs manpower, and there is no population base. If you cross the sea to seek refuge in Houjin like in history, people will starve to death, and if you still consider what country, Huayi, then your own life will be even more difficult.

But on the other hand, Mao Jue was still cautious about accepting refugees. The sudden influx of 20 refugees last time nearly bankrupted Dongjiang Grain.

What's more, the refugees were organized by Fan Wenju last time. After Mao Jue took over, he could arrange them according to the previous arrangement of the Bailian sect. Most of them were Liao people, and they had a great sense of identification with Dongjiang, but this group , Shandong, Henan, Shanxi, Shaanxi, and even Xuzhou have rioters there.

It's not that I look down on the refugees, but I want to escape from the hell on earth where Chengcun and Chengcun starve to death. There are all kinds of scum and scum among the refugees. Robbers and thieves are all clean. If you are hungry, everyone will eat, and you can steal them without hesitation. Taking the last morsel of food from others to keep oneself alive, the lightest ones are also unstable elements. Zuo Liangyu's army is the cruelest in history, because he has received a large number of refugees from all corners of the country, and nowhere is his hometown. They are not relentless. It is difficult to imagine the difficulty of accepting such a refugee group.

What made Mao Jue even more uncomfortable was that the way for his sergeants to disembark was actually blocked. The nearby military camps and docks were all occupied by these refugees. Arrive right.

"General, there are a lot of young and strong refugees among the refugees. Anyway, Dongjiang recruits soldiers every year, so it's not as good as that."

After all, he had been in Shandong, and some of the refugees were Fan Wenju's fellow villagers. Seeing that Mao Jue's face was not good, he knelt on the ground, carefully raised his eyes slightly to look at Mao Jue's face, and asked guiltily.

"makes sense!"

Holding his chin, Mao Jue couldn't help but nodded, but immediately waved to Song Datou who was dozing off at the other side of the table.

"Old Song, it's your turn!"

"I?"

Pointing his finger at his nose, Song Xiance was a little dumbfounded, but his appearance made Boss Mao Jue impatient, yelling that his nose is not his nose and his face is not his face.

"Dongjiang ministers, you just ran across the rivers and lakes, you don't go to deal with these refugees! Are you going?"

"General, there is a lot of trouble outside the port right now. Pindao has indeed gone through the rivers and lakes, only to realize that these refugees are like hooligans. Now that they are gaining power, I am afraid they will make more progress and make some unreasonable demands. Beat up Song Mou"

With an appearance of thinking about Dongjiang, this guy blinked his small eyes that were disproportionate to his head with a sincere face, and waved his hands righteously.

"It doesn't matter if you get beaten. The key is to lose your face and the prestige of Dongjiang. It's not worth it. Do you think so?"

"So, Master Song is going to disobey the military order?"

Where to eat this set, Mao Jue's expression turned down on purpose, and he asked sullenly, seeing his malicious appearance, Song Xiance shivered tremblingly, and cupped his fists sadly.

"The next officer takes orders!"

Walking to the door step by step, this guy even yelled at the guards at the door.

"Go, get me some cushions for your Daoist, oh my ass, I'm going to suffer!"

Seeing this guy get off the Black Pearl just like he went to the execution ground, he couldn't help grinning, and then Mao Jue quickly maintained his prestige as a general, and turned to Kong Youde, Wen Meng, who were staring at the other side. Several beckoned.

"Order the fleet to approach the river, and the ladders for disembarking are all ready, as well as Mr. Yuezhang's Shandong soldiers, one by one, ready for me!"

After following Mao Jue for too long, upon hearing this, he immediately guessed what Mao Jue was going to do, and a group of guys who feared that the world would not be chaotic immediately excitedly clasped their fists like they were about to go to the brothel, and responded neatly.

"The order of the last general!"

The difference between Dongjiang Army and any military town in Ming Dynasty lies in this point. It is not weapons, equipment, or even the level of training and physical fitness, but the aggressive martial spirit, aggressive temperament, and The attitudes of those Daming border towns muddling through life are very different.

The Han Dynasty is stronger than this, and so is the Tang Dynasty. Since the Song Dynasty, the martial spirit bound by Neo Confucianism has been formed, and now it is recovering a little bit in Dongjiang. Watching those generals go out with great energy, arms crossed, hair Jue couldn't help showing a little smile.

"Since you're not afraid of causing trouble! Mao Li, you can bring those Dutch red-haired people to the deck too! Let them see my Huaxia majesty!"

"The last will obey!"

At this end, Song Xiance disembarked from the boat, and was pushed and pulled back amidst the yelling of more than a dozen refugees. At the other end, the big Dongjiang boat stuck on the shore creaked and slowly squeezed into the sea. Between the military port trestles.

Song Xiance's predictions are really good, because of Fan Wenju's compromise and connivance, these refugees who have laid down a small area in Tieshan are really crazy. They met Song Xiance in a two-story tavern at the port, and everyone in Dongjiang Envious of enlisting in the army, when they come here, their heads are shaking like rattles. A few homeless leaders want more than 50 Zhuangzi, hundreds of thousands of shi for food, and tax exemption. How many women are there? Even Song Datou, who was going to pretend to be a grandson, almost opened his cheeks so angry.

Then, he was given a board, scientific name, killing power stick.

"Ouch, my old waist!"

Even with the cushions and dozens of boards down, Song Datou was still grinning, plus he was about to act, amidst the booing of the rioters at the port, this guy looked like a dog whose hind legs had been broken , limped back to the Black Pearl, and almost cried when he saw Mao Jue.

"General, you are very wise, these refugees are so shameless, let us Dongjiang people let Zhuangzi out for them to plant, and they still don't pay taxes, and they don't want to join the army, so they beat the officials fifty times! Your boss Let the subordinate officials decide!"

"Damn it, you still want to take over Zhuangzi, I'm fucking his grandma!"

Before Mao Jue could speak, Zhao Chengtian, Tao and He Momo next to him got angry and began to yell and curse. The manor in the south of Tieshan is all the army camps of these old Tieshan, and a group of foreigners want to rob their land , What is the difference between pinching their lifeblood?It's really tolerable and unbearable! The uncle can bear it, but the aunt can't bear it! These old Dongjiang first became angry.

Strike while the iron is hot, spreading one's fanaticism to his subordinates is the basic homework of every famous general. Seeing that the emotions have been aroused, Mao Jue also raised his knife high.

"These refugees spanked Lord Song's ass, that is, they spanked the face of the entire Dongjiang River. They are deceiving people too much. The general ordered to take revenge for Master Song's ass! Kill these little bastards!"

The whole ship has been suddenly raised by seven or eight hundred people, regardless of the main army or the reserve soldiers, they all burst into anger together and raised their fists upwards.

"Fuck these little bastards to death!"

"Avenge Master Song's ass!"

Amidst the creaking sound, a group of refugees on the shore were shivering with cold, still pretending to wait for the government to compromise, and all of a sudden, the landing ladders were suddenly lowered from the boat, and then, it was like a scene in the movie Young and Dangerous Appearing in front of their eyes, countless soldiers shouted and rushed down from the boat carrying sticks and bricks.

There are still a few refugees in the front looking at it in a daze. Tian Tao, whose manor was robbed, rushed to the front. The Osaka Sanzhizhen didn't see him so desperately, smashing a brick, a bearded man like Meng Zhang Fei The homeless strong man was photographed with four eyes and five blacks, spit out a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and fell into the cold and shivering sea!

It’s really a good piece of bricks, especially for the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled. The bricks in Tian Tao’s hands are amazing, flying up and down, and the inverted trestle he landed on is like dominoes, and the refugees rushing here Thump, thump, poured dumplings into the sea, and while turning Brick, he was still swearing.

"I want Laozi Zhuangzi?"

thump!

"You still want some food?"

"Ouch!"

"I can't kill you little bastards!"

On the other side, Wen Meng, who took a step off the boat, was impatient. He hugged a wooden barrel like a wine barrel, Gragas, and slammed forward in one breath. His side was even more spectacular. You can't see anyone at all, it's all spray.