Beiyang new warlord

Then, several 60-odd people from the upper and lower seats also held up the wine glasses together. Lu Zhong couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated at this scene.

Jinyiwei is also a place to fight for fathers. Don't look at it as a hereditary replacement. It doesn't matter if you don't have money. You still have to be bullied. Just like Mr. Lu, his ancestors were from a hundred families, but he was defeated by his grandparents. A small flag, to him, even a small flag can't make up for it, but Zhao Lian, who was serving tea and water for his grandfather, climbed on his head, and it was his turn to carry the bag behind his butt. How uncomfortable it is.

But now, he, Lu Zhong, has moved back again! Holding the wine bowl, facing his flattering subordinates, he couldn't help laughing and toasting.

But after drinking a cup of hot wine, before he could rub his stomach comfortably, his smile suddenly froze a bit. At the corner of the table, a simple and honest little Jin Yiwei also raised his wine glass to him with a smile.

Follow Lao Cheng, that Song Xiance's "nephew" Xiao Tang!

All of this was given by Mao Jue. In order to give him meritorious service, Dongjiang now chopped up two tartars, stomped on flat gold utensils, and provided him with brocade clothes and guards. Now it costs nearly a thousand taels of silver. These costs are not in vain. If you accept it, you have to do something for Dongjiang.

This Lu Zhong is a smart man, otherwise he wouldn't be able to be among the eight people. At the end of his life, his smile froze for a moment, and after a toast, Lu Zhong's eyes turned to Xiao Tang's nearby table.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, a small hundred households, five or sixty people in a district is the same, like Lu Zhong, who used to be a small strongman, suddenly became a hundred households, and in the hundred households, there are naturally many people who are jealous , Just like the two tables in the south, a thin old man in his 60s, as dry as a skeleton about to be buried in the ground, and a goatee with a mouth full of oil on the other side of the building.

What's special about the two of them is that they are surrounded by more than a dozen brocade guards who are warmly drinking with them. The two of them have a general flag and a small flag, and they can be regarded as conservative forces in a hundred households.

However, if there are old-fashioned forces, there will be those who are not satisfied with being excluded. These are all worthy targets, just like the badger face who took the initiative to toast just now, and there is a long beard by the window, drinking and drinking melancholy Jin Yiwei looks like Li Bai with a long face.

These are future Dongjiang spies worth wooing!

Lu Zhong has a hundred households, and he just came back from Liaodong, and there are many people staring at him, but Xiao Tang, a rookie who spends money to pay for Jinyiwei, is different. He gave Lu Zhong a clear look and said, Holding the wine bowl, he walked towards the long-faced bearded man with a smile, and sat beside him carelessly.

"Hey bro, what's your name?"

A drink lasted until midnight, the first fire of the new official took office was not bad, the new hundred households were generous enough, the style of drinking this incumbent, a large group of Jinyiwei from the three households also drank to their hearts content.

Going back to the Jinyiwei yamen with hooked shoulders and backs, he threw a few homeless bachelors on the couch in the yamen, staggered and smirked and walked towards the hut, but as soon as the door was closed, Xiao Tang's face immediately turned pale , took out two black pills from his arms and stuffed them into his mouth, he was only three or four points drunk and quickly became sober.

In fact, in Daming, the local officials are far richer than the Beijing officials, and there are more fat and shortages. The same is true for the Jinyiwei. The Jinyiwei of the capital is not only waiting for the expatriates to earn some extra money. In addition to the emperor’s rewards during the New Year, it is the guard of honor who guards the gate. However, there are still many good things in this gate.

Just like this signing room, Beizhen Fusi manages Jinyiwei strongholds all over the Ming Dynasty, and all the information of thousands of households and hundreds of households are collected here. For Dongjiang, it is simply a treasure house.

People are forced out, so is Mao Jue.

To be honest, Mao Jue is really sorry for his title of time traveler. Spy movies are flying everywhere in the future, but after traveling for so many years, he has devoted all his energy to the internal construction of Dongjiang, and the management of external intelligence is really bad. The intelligence of the capital It all depends on Chen Zanzhong and several other civil servants and eunuchs Mao Wenlong had befriended in the past. For such a big matter as Cao Huachun's dealing with Wen Tiren, it was actually sent out by an old man who was developed into Dongjiang's eyeliner. This time Mao Wenlong was named a marquis and entered Beijing As a hostage, Mao Jue did not receive any news.

I originally thought that I would separate myself from one side, and the situation in the capital would have little impact on Dongjiang, but I suffered two big losses in a row. What's more, now that Lao Tzu is in the hands of others, Mao Jue dare not be lazy no matter what, and the construction loses to himself Mission: Impossible is urgent.

However, it is not that simple to cultivate one's own eyeliner network. It takes a lot of time and energy to build contacts and transmit information. Mao Jue doesn't have that energy, and he can't afford to wait for that time. He can only use tricks, so, this Jin Yiwei came into his sight.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if Jin Yiwei is not as good as a generation after another, it is still a secret service organization that is notoriously discolored, and the value contained in it is even more immeasurable.

Aren't fortresses always breached from within?TV dramas also infiltrate Japanese intelligence agencies to obtain the largest source of information. Mao Jue has also learned this skill. Now there is a sixth-rank court military officer of the Ming Dynasty who has become his new eyeliner. This eye is still going on. wide open.

But before it reached scale, it was already bringing benefits to Dongjiang!

At the door of the signing room, two Jinyi guards yawned together. Anyway, the officer didn't know which courtyard to drink flower wine for a while, and no one checked the post. Looking around, he simply sat down and squinted.

The window was lifted quietly, and several layers of cotton were placed on the shoes under the feet, which fell on the snow without making a sound. Looking back at the neatly arranged tables and information in the room, Xiao Tang was like a ghost, backwards and wiped. The footprints disappeared together in the nearby woods.

Taking advantage of the darkness, the three pigeons flew up suddenly, mixed with the circling birds, and flew to the north while singing.

It was more than December when Mao Jue received the news.

On the shore of Lutun Island, with the north wind blowing, the iron bells on the sails rattled, not just one bell, but hundreds of bells gathered into a unique symphony.

Under the sails, the side of the ship was a little shaken by the weight of the heavy wooden ladder. In the sound of yelling, two mules in front were pulling it, and more than a dozen Dongjiang troops behind it were pushing it. It weighed one and a half tons and was more than three meters long. Dongjiang cannon mount Hongyi cannon iron tower slowly climbed into the hull.

The alliance with Huang Taiji in the middle of the year has been prepared for more than half a year. Dongjiang took the first step into Heilongjiang, and finally he was about to take it out.

On the wharf, with their bedrolls on their backs, a family of Dongjiang immigrants, either excited or hesitant, boarded the passenger ship that had been prepared for a long time, and stood in the dangerous building of the Black Pearl, while Mao Jue was dismantling Fan Wenju. Flying pigeon sent to pass the letter.

It was written in teeny-headed lowercase script, and a myopic eye might not be able to read it clearly, but the information it brought was good. The first hundred households that broke into Jinyiwei's interior had officially established itself. As for Lu Zhong's loyalty? You need to worry, as long as he is loyal to Yinzi, he will not betray Dongjiang, and compared to the mean and ungrateful Chongzhen, Mao Jue believes that the benefits he has brought him are enough for him to take risks.

In the second piece of information, Mao Jue couldn't help sneering at the court's criticism of Dongjiang. Now he can rest assured that as long as Yang Sichang is around, Mao Wenlong and Chen Jiao are probably safe, and after this year Well, it is estimated that those boring civil servants are not in the mood to find him awkward with the Mao family and his son.

But after the sneer, Mao Jue's face became serious again, and there was this third line of information on the back, which was copied by Xiao Tang who sneaked into the lottery room. Desperately, he threw Master Fei Gechuan into the brazier.

"Shandong!"

3 Chapter Ninety. Entering the Great Northern Wilderness

This departure was a bit more difficult than the previous advance to Sakhalin Island. After all, it was September and October, but now it is the end of December, the coldest season.

The only thing that is better is that the Vladivostok Guard is no longer a bare wilderness. Here, the guard wall and the military fort have been built in advance, and there are coal stoves to burn the hot Datong shop. Mao Jue opened up the bridgehead of Heilongjiang, and the scale is only a little smaller than that of Hongshuangcheng, so it is not a problem to live tens of thousands of people.

It's just that it's not so friendly to the Jurchens.

When Mao Jue's army arrived, outside Vladivostok, tens of thousands of simple tents made of animal skins were facing the harsh northeast wind, and half of them were buried in the snow. Aboriginal people wearing animal skins and homespun cloth stood guard outside the wall. The small fire was shivering with cold and hunger.

This is the most difficult time for many ministries in Heilongjiang. The living conditions in this era are harsh enough. The Ming Empire, which has been well-developed in agriculture, is displaced and hungry everywhere, let alone the wild Heilongjiang River Basin. Every winter, The best way for each department is to find a small valley sheltered from the wind or hide in the simple wooden village where they live.

But this year, under Mao Jue's order, some tribes had to go to the Yalu River in advance from autumn, the gathering and hunting period was shortened a lot, and a lot of food was consumed on the way. Even the small tribes have been out of food for several days.

But this is exactly what Mao Jue wanted. As the saying goes well, icing on the cake is easy, but giving charcoal in the snow is rare. These tribes were rewarded by Dongjiang when they were most difficult, and it was unforgettable for them.

Moreover, when the ministries are short of food, it is also the easiest time to slaughter, so why do you dare to object to what Mao Jue said?OK, your tribe go hungry!Hunger can be regarded as the most powerful weapon in human history. If you are so hungry, you can eat even your own kind, not to mention the old slave feudal system. Which tribal chief dares to resist Mao Jue? Mao Jue can fight within two or three days Let him be full of majesty, sweep the floor and even lose his head, it has to be done by their own people.

Sure enough, as Mao Jue had expected, he had just come down from the military port, and a total of seventeen or eighteen tribal leaders hurried over to pay a visit, crying and shouting, and even seemed impatient.

Before the time travel, he was a small person, but after the time travel, the characteristics of some nouveau riche were revealed in a series of buildings hosted by Mao Jue. Each fortress had to have a president-level office and a huge reception hall. This Vladivostok Fort is no exception.

The twelve braziers supported by three spirals are arranged in two rows. Although the entire hall is empty, with a full tens of square meters, it is still warm and bright. There is a golden chair in the middle, let alone the commander guarding here. It's very thoughtful, I don't know when I hunted a Siberian tiger, made a tiger skin mattress and put it on the chair, leaning on my chin with one hand, Mao Jue paralyzed Uncle Ge there, just like a mountain eagle.

Before Nurhachi, the Manchus were a nation of last resort, just like how Genghis Khan conquered Mongolia, forcibly pinching many tribes of different origins and cultures together to form a unified nation. There are still strong cultural differences among different nationalities.

Just like the tribal leaders kneeling before me, some have two braids, some have a braid, some have baldness in the middle, two braids on both sides, some have three shaved heads, and some have a braid. With the Jianzhou hairstyle, there is only a money mouse tail left behind, but to be honest, the Jianzhou hairstyle is obviously not practical here, and the foreheads of the two bald scoops are blue from the cold.

They were all wearing thick leather robes, with their hands on their chests. These tribal chiefs were all stroking their left chest with their right hands, kneeling down with their right legs forward, a typical etiquette outside the customs.

"Meet the Celestial General!"

It's a pity that this Mao Jue didn't come to communicate with Da Ming and the Jurchen friendship, his face darkened, and he slammed the table suddenly, and his face became furious.

"In the Heilongjiang League in June, at most 25 tribes from the Wusuli River visited this general. Why are there only [-] tribes like you who came to visit me today? Is it child's play to be the general's military order?"

Talking alone is not enough, and it is the knife that supports the words since ancient times. Amidst the creaking sound of metal friction, the heroic female samurai Ying Ji's gleaming samurai sword half came out of its sheath. The sound made several tribes Beads of sweat on the leader's forehead couldn't help dripping down.

How did Nurhachi get up? He was killed by attacking various ministries. The four Hulun tribes, Hada, Wula, Huifa, and Yehe, most of the Jurchen who were canonized since the Yongle period were either slaughtered by Jianzhou Jurchen or by soldiers. Feng was so frightened that he surrendered, how could these savage Jurchens resist?

Even Mao Jue, as powerful as the Qing Dynasty, was defeated. The glory of the Ming Dynasty seemed to resurface in the land of Nuergandusi. Seeing him angry, the tribal leaders trembled even more.

A man with braids and spikes, and a bald man with two money mouse tails should be regarded as the relatively large leaders of these savage Jurchens. The two knelt down on the ground and kowtowed in front of them, speaking in local language.

"The general of the Celestial Dynasty calmed down. Fearing the general's advance, the Beishan savages went north across the Daxing'an Mountains in the deep mountains and went to the territory of the Yakuts!"