Beiyang new warlord

If Mao Jue launched the general attack, this trick might still have some effect, but now it is not logical. The Kaiyuan battle has already related to the national fortune of the Qing Dynasty. At this time, if we don’t gather every bit of strength to repel the invading Dongjiang army, It is necessary to disperse the forces to other battlefields. This is called self-defeating martial arts. Like the stupid Liaodong strategist Yang Gao, the original small force was divided into six groups. The army was wiped out.

The only explanation is that the top leaders in Jianzhou no longer trust the Han people, at least they don’t trust them, the new arrivals.

There are many precedents like this in history. If the war goes well, it’s fine. If the war goes wrong, these surrendered troops will be the first batch of surgeons!

Surrendering against the master, and then being killed by the new master?Hong Chengchou couldn't think of a more ugly historical name than this.

What should I do!

While Fan Wencheng was thinking hard, some rattling sounds suddenly came to his ears. People in the military were all too familiar with this, the sound of war horses trotting on the wet mud.

Could it be that we are going to take him under the knife now?Surprised, Hong Chengchou put on his clothes and wanted to get out of the tent, but he was stopped by someone just as he reached the door of the tent.

"Lord Hong! The Emperor has ordered, there is a midnight curfew, and no one is allowed to leave the account! Please go back!"

Just like watching a prisoner, the guard Zheng Huang Qi Niu Lu'e really stopped Hong Chengchou back in bad Mandarin.

The curtain of the tent was lowered, and Hong Chengchou had already noticed a lot of information just after turning the circle. First of all, he didn't come for them who surrendered. There was no sign of an ambush. Secondly, the sound of horseshoes was far away, and it was getting smaller and smaller, that is, the large cavalry left the camp.

Do you want to take advantage of the rainy night to make the weapons of the army unusable and steal the camp at night?

That night, Hong Chengchou didn't fall asleep. He stayed by the tent and listened all night, but even at dawn, there was no sound of killing coming from the northeast.

It was dawn, and at any rate, he was a little more relaxed about the Han army who had just surrendered and didn't even enter the flag. Under the urging of Niu Lue, who was so rude, he was finally able to go out, and followed him to the Huotou army to have breakfast.

Early in the morning, Huang Taiji's imperial driver came over as usual, and Fan Wencheng followed the driver like a dog's leg, but seeing this scene, Hong Chengchou was once again in a daze.

There is an idiom called "Wanting to Cover Up"! Just after the spring rain, when the weather was stuffy, Huang Taiji was ill again. As a result, an imperial driver covered it with a curtain. Even if he went back to report, Fan Wencheng only lifted the curtain of the car. One corner, this is by no means Huang Taiji's style, it's okay to blindfold the soldiers, but Hong Chengchou's eyes cannot be fooled.

Although he surrendered, the completely different situation in history also brought extra distrust, and he couldn't participate in the core politics at all. Hong Chengchou had nothing to do all day long and was idle in his tent.

To say that Kangxi and Qianlong really deserved to guard against these down-and-out scholars, they should be thinking wildly when they have nothing to do, sitting in the tent, this person with mixed praise and criticism in history is in a mess, his eyes are staring straight at him. Looking at the Liaodong descendants who were also idle outside the tent, they were in a daze for a long time.

It is said that a genius is a flash of inspiration, and when he was about to wander into the void, looking outside the tent, Hong Chengchou's eyes suddenly lit up, and it was also a flash of inspiration that made up his mind!

An officer of the braided soldiers led a team of subordinates past these surrendered barracks, and the officer who led the team, Hong Chengchou, also knew the Hanchen who had come to persuade him to surrender, and was leading Xue Dahu in Huangqi.

He can be regarded as an old general. During the Battle of Dalinghe in the fifth year of Chongzhen, Zhang Chun was defeated and captured with the supervisory army. I really don’t know if the money rat tail has any buff. After shaving his head, such The second pole who is greedy for life and afraid of death has made military achievements. Not only did he raise the flag, but he was also promoted to the Zhenghuang Banner of the Upper Three Banners.

Seeing him for the first time, Hong Chengchou thought about it again. He was in the court camp and his heart was in the Han Dynasty. Even if he died, it would be better than losing his army and being arrested, or being killed by his master.

Anyway, there was no curfew at this time, Hong Chengchou went out in his clothes, and walked over to meet the arrogant team.

"Master Xue, long time no see, you look very bright!"

"Oh? Master Hong!"

He was scolded miserably by Hong Chengchou when he was persuading him to surrender, but now he can take the initiative to say hello, which really surprised the old general, but immediately, Master Xue's face turned cold again.

"Master Xue? I'm going to join Halle! I'm on official business, so don't block my way!"

There are times when he can't bear the old face. Fortunately, Hong Chengchou is not a rigid person, unlike Sun Chuanting, who has a bad temper and a hard temper. His smile does not change, and he bows slightly while smiling.

"A few days ago, the emperor gave me some golden silk soft Chinese cigarettes produced in Dongjiang. The weather is humid these days, and I don't smoke. I'm afraid it will be ruined! Swords are given to heroes, and red powder is given to beauties. , if you have time, how about going to the old man to get it?"

"cigarette!"

It was really bright, and with a grunt, Xue Dahu swallowed his saliva.

Chapter 496

As soon as the cannon is fired, the gold is ten thousand taels, and war is a money-absorbing hole, and only the rich or the poor with only their lives left can afford it.

Mao Jue should belong to the former. Since the start of the war in October last year, truckloads of supplies have been brought in from Heilongjiang in a mighty way, filling up the warehouses in Wula City, Jilin Province, as if he was afraid that his soldiers would be hungry , Some soldiers even joked that fighting the war was more comfortable than living at home, and they all gained a few catties.

Others belong to the ox and the tiger, Sun Chuanting should belong to Zhuge Liang, not his kind of resourcefulness, Zhuge Liang was not so godlike in history, what is unique to him is the meticulous and seriousness of the real Zhuge Liang. He has to be involved in the trivial matters of the ten army sticks, and in the end he exhausted himself to death. It can be seen that his work attitude is similar to that of Sun Chuanting. A box of canned food has to be reported truthfully as to how much it is damaged.

However, he was not afraid of evil shadows, Sun Chuanting himself was innocent and did not get special treatment. He ate three meals a day in the big cafeteria. Except for Mao Juefa's uniform, he didn't have an extra piece of clothing, and no one else could gossip.

In ancient times, other pagodas were built by Buddhist pagodas. Mao Jue built a watchtower. It was as thick as a big bamboo shoot, and the cement smoothed the surface. How ugly it is. On such an ugly tower, green The small flag kept waving, and the gate of the masonry concrete railway bridge from the Songhua River to Wula City, Jilin burst open amidst the creaking sound of the gate guards shaking the turntable. On the other end, the locomotive with the black chimney was like an old man He rushed onto the bridge with a huff.

The boiler valve of the steam engine has been opened, and the pressure of the steam hissing outwards. At the big iron gate, there are the earliest batch of old drivers in the world. The boys from the Dongjiang Locomotive Army are familiar with the gate. A series of sparks burst out at the intersection of the rails and the rails, and the last bit of forward momentum brought the train to the station with twenty or so carriages steadily.

Bang! The gate of the train bridge was closed next to the last train.

But before a few boys could congratulate him for his perfect parking, an old face was already posted up.

"Reconciliation!"

More than a dozen accounting accountants held the account books and read the messages one by one, while the soldiers carried the boxes and squeezed them into the already full warehouse. At the locomotive, Sun Chuanting Like a miser, he personally collects a lot of ledgers and reconciles them.

Although it is a military town, it is surprising that Dongjiang is not as strict as Daming. Except for the battle formation, the relationship between superiors and subordinates is relatively gentle, at least not as absolute barriers as Daming.Watching Sun Chuanting make calculations there, the [-] households of the Train Army train were also transferred from the [-]th Factory, and Guo Laohei, the boiler director who had been burning the boiler for several years, was laughing and laughing.

"Factory manager, what about it? Dongjiang is so rich that the warehouses are full, and you have to spend a whole day throwing away so many boxes of canned food. You are also an official, so it's too picky!"

"Pick? Hehe"

It should be because they stared too closely. The delivery officer at the border also made the account very detailed. He didn't throw away the damaged things halfway, and he directly pulled them over to reconcile the account. The bill was comfortable. Sun Chuanting also had a relaxed job and a good mood. After finishing a book, he smiled and shook his head.

"Old Guo, you are an old man from Dongjiang!"

"Director, I've never told you this before! You're so wise."

"You don't need to be wise, you and Lao Li are the richest in the whole factory, and you will pay the bill for the next restaurant. You are really lucky. We have been prosperous and peaceful for more than ten years. Compared with you, we escaped from the customs are poor. Scared!"

"Let's talk about canned food! The bamboo tube leather is bitten by a mouse, so you throw it away. When I was an official in Shaanxi and fought in the war, sometimes I didn't have food for a few days. The sergeant screamed from hunger. , Some of them were injured and wanted to eat a bite of meat before they died, but even my grandson couldn’t take out the meat that had been eaten by mice, so I could only watch them starve to death.”

Taking out a broken can from the broken box beside him, after weighing it twice, Sun Chuanting threw it back with emotion.

"This"

Guo Laohei was really in a daze. More than ten years ago, before Mao Jue came to power, the impression of being starved and cold also vaguely emerged, and he couldn't help but nodded along.

"There is also General Mao. He is the weirdest official I have seen in so many years. Other officials want to hug all the silver in their arms and put it in the coffin to be satisfied, but he is I'm really willing to let go. The soldiers take two taels of silver and two stones of food a month, and they still take care of food and housing. If people in the pass know about it, they will have to go to Dongjiang to serve as soldiers! There are also factory workers, road pavers, and laborers. Our old grandsons were amazed at the money they took."

"Yes, a can of food is worth a few pennies, but if you take one, I'll take one, and if you have an army of 10,000+, that's a big hole. If this can is missing at a critical time, it may be Starving to death! General Mao has treated us like this, and I, who is paid and paid by my hand, don’t look good, do I have a conscience?”

Unlike those literary nerds who are close to others, Sun Chuanting, who came from the borderlands, can put down his figure very well. Although he has not yet reached the point where Lu Xiangsheng shares food and drinks, Guo Laohei can bear his heartfelt vernacular. Can't help nodding.

"Factory manager, you are so right. My two sons, Lao Guo, served as soldiers for the general. They have brought back hundreds of taels of silver in a few years. It is a sin that Lao Guo even took advantage of the general. In the future, Lao Guo will also You have to keep an eye on these boys!"

"Well, not only for General Mao, but also for all of us"

After sitting for a long time, his waist became a little sore. Sun Chuanting stood up with a smile and straightened his waist, but before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

On that ugly watchtower just now, the relaxed green flag was replaced by a military red flag at some point. The watchmen desperately waved and whistled. On the city wall, some guards had already boarded the city anxiously.

"Old Guo, hurry up and unload the truck! Zhao Li, you go to the governor's mansion to ring the alarm bell and guard post, and go to the city with me!"