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Volume One One Hundred and Forty-Two Pine House

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    One hundred and forty-two Matsuya

    In the eighth year of Taichang, on November 20th, there was light snow at noon.

    Along the snowy mountain path, the carriage drove through a dense pine forest, and stopped at the foothills of the rolling Mang Mountain.

    In front of Meng Ju, a small wooden house half hidden in the green shade and white snow appeared.

    "Inspector Meng, please get out of the car. The mayor is already waiting for us inside."

    "Master Nanmu, does Mr. Bai live here?"

    Nan Muhe nodded: "Exactly. Is Inspector Meng surprised?"

    Meng Ju was indeed surprised.  In his imagination, a strong and dark secret room, strict and harsh armed guards, dank secret passages and sinister mechanisms - that kind of residence is suitable for Bai Wusha's identity.

    But the hut in front of me was as simple as a hunter's and woodcutter's mountain hut. There were still some green branches that had not been removed from the wood on the outer wall.  Away from the hustle and bustle, the secluded pine forest, the snow-capped foothills, the biting mountain wind blowing, the pine waves surging like the sea, the air is filled with the unique freshness of the mountain forest - this kind of residence is more suitable for seclusion.  A hermit instead of the powerful Dongling Guard Town.

    Meng Ju looked around, but there was no one around.  He couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Bai controls a place like this Is it a little too far? I didn't even see a single guard!"

    "Mr. Bai likes silence, he hates crowds and noise."

    "But is this too careless in terms of safety? What if an assassin comes in"

    "What if an assassin comes in - how does he know where Mr. Bai lives?"

    Glancing at Meng Ju, Nan Muhe said with a smile: "Inspector Meng, you should feel honored. The head of the town rarely summons his subordinates here. Those who are qualified to go to this pine room are all from our Dongling Guards."  A big shot with a big name!"

    Meng Ju also smiled faintly, thinking that I was about to leave, and it was none of my business where Bai Wusha summoned guests?

    Nan Muhe knocked on the door of the small house. After waiting for a moment, he pushed the door open and went in. Meng Ju followed him in. When he entered the house, he felt a wave of heat rushing towards him.

    The cabin looks rough from the outside, but it looks very comfortable inside.  There is a fireplace burning in the corner, a thick blanket on the floor, a few rustic swords hanging on the wall, and a pile of official documents on the desk. The whole room is filled with a warm atmosphere. In this cold winter,  It makes people feel very comfortable.

    Bai Wusha of Dongling Wei Town was sitting cross-legged behind the desk, reviewing official documents. When he heard someone coming in, he looked up, his eyes shining brightly, and his mouth smiling.

    Nan Muhe said respectfully: "Headquarters, Inspector Meng is here."

    Meng Ju knelt down on one knee to perform the greeting ceremony: "Meng Ju, deputy general manager of the Jing'an Department of East Parallel Province, Lord of the town!"

    "Inspector Meng, get up, get up!"

    Although in the legends of outsiders, Bai Wusha was a vicious man with three heads and six arms, in front of Meng Ju, the Dongling Guard Chief seemed very kind.  He stood up, walked over, helped Meng Ju up, and said with a smile: "The world's mausoleum guards are one family, Inspector Meng. You have worked hard at the border fortress for the country. When you return to Luojing and reach the headquarters, you are going home. No need to be polite."  "

    "Is there any family in the world that puts its own people in prison?"

    Meng Ju was muttering in his heart, but he didn't dare to express it, and kept speaking modestly.

    According to the rules, there is no seat for a sixth-grade small inspector in front of the main town.  But Bai Wusha was very polite and said that when the brothers at the frontier returned home, they didn't need to follow so many rules.  Everyone didn't talk about superiority and inferiority, just the guest and the host, so they forced Meng Ju to sit down.

    Bai Wusha was wearing a Tsing Yi casual robe, looking handsome and graceful.  He sat behind the desk and looked at Meng Ju with gentle eyes: "Inspector Meng came back to Luojing. Not only did our General Administration fail to receive him warmly, but he made a big mistake and made you feel wronged. Although it is said that this matter is  The intelligence was wrong, but I, the chief town, also bear a lot of responsibility for the error in judgment.

    ¡°Inspector Meng, you are also a criminal case officer, and you also know that you often get the wrong person when handling a case. This kind of mistake is common.  We are all peers and should all understand. I hope you don't mind too much.  "

    Meng Ju bowed his head slightly: "I don't dare. The Lord of the town is aware of everything. He found out the truth and made me innocent. I am very grateful and have no complaints."

    Bai Wusha and Nan Muhe looked at each other, and both of them could tell that there was actually a lot of resentment in Meng Ju's words. He shook his head with a wry smile, and suddenly changed the topic and asked: "After the death of Governor Ye, what will happen?"  How is the situation over there in Dongping?"

    Meng Ju thought for a while and replied cautiously: "I serve in the Jing'an Department, so I don't know the overall situation very well. But I feel that our Dongling Guards are in the Eastern Parallel Province."The situation on the other side is not very good.  "

    "What's wrong?"

    "The border troops are too powerful and they can cover the sky with one hand. Especially after the murder of Governor Ye, the Lingwei system failed to take decisive retaliatory action and has been doing nothing. This has led to the disunity of people in the provincial office and even local branches. Even the provincial governor  Aren't the officers and soldiers of the Tomb Guards feeling chilled by the fact that they were killed? In addition, the Zhenbiao and Heishi units directly under the Provincial Administration suffered heavy casualties in the Battle of Jing'an. The Provincial Mausoleum Administration now has to fully shrink.  It is no longer possible to implement effective checks and balances on the border troops."

    Meng Ju¡¯s words implicitly accused the General Administration of failing to stand up for Ye Canan¡¯s matter, and Nan Muhe frowned when he heard it.  He reminded: "Inspector Meng, has the revenge of Inspector Ye been avenged? Although Shentu Jue escaped and was not caught, weren't a group of his minions eliminated?"

    Meng Ju glanced at him and said calmly: "Yes, they were eliminated, but it was the Ye family avenging their daughter, not the Dongling Guards avenging our governor."

    Nan Muhe was about to say more, but Bai Wusha had already stopped him: "Nan Mu, let Inspector Meng finish speaking - Inspector Meng, please continue."

    "Yes. I feel that the murder of Governor Ye is the focus of the confrontation between our Dongling Guards and Tuoba Xiong. Because of this matter, our Dongling Guards have taken a great righteousness, and the truth and humanity are all on our side, not only in Dongping Province  The mausoleum bureau, Jingan and other more than a dozen mausoleum bureaus under its jurisdiction are waiting to see the outcome of this matter. Even the mausoleum bureaus in the entire northern Xinjiang and the black and white forces are waiting to see the matter.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know what strategies and considerations the General Administration has, but if the General Administration cannot make a difference in this matter, the prestige of Dongling Guard in Northern Xinjiang will be gone.  From now on in northern Xinjiang, we Dongling Guards should stop thinking about doing anything and simply remove the tomb offices in various places to avoid wasting money and making people laugh.  "

    After going to Northern Xinjiang to serve as a mausoleum guard, Meng Ju has been suffering from the cowardice of the border troops, and he has been holding in his anger for too long.  Now, he is leaving anyway, so there is no need to be polite anymore and just vent his anger directly - if the General Administration does not stand up for us low-level mausoleum guards, then why should we work hard for the General Administration?

    Bai Wusha was not angry either. He smiled faintly: "Inspector Meng, according to your opinion, if our Dongling Guards want to regain their prestige in northern Xinjiang, how should we proceed?"

    "This is something that the provincial governors should consider. I am just a small inspector in a humble position. It seems that it is not my turn to go overboard, right?"

    ¡°It¡¯s okay, let¡¯s just talk about it, just think of it as a chat.¡±

    Bai Wusha said it was a casual chat, but Meng Ju just said boldly: "The first step is to immediately rebuild the troops directly under the Provincial Mausoleum Administration, including the two major forces of the Zhenbiao and the Black Chamber. Without force, anything you say is nonsense!

    In the mainland, we Dongling Guards can still rely on the authority of the imperial court, but in northern Xinjiang, the imperial court's law alone cannot scare people.  The soldiers and civilians on the border are fierce, and no one will pay attention to you without a sword in their hands. Moreover, Tuoba Liu Town has its own troops and covers the sky with one hand. It has gradually become a warlord. The soldiers and civilians in each town only know the generals of the six towns and do not know about the imperial court.  In the past, when Governor Ye was here, Tuoba Sixth Town was a little wary, but now that Governor Ye has gone, there is no one among the governors in the northern Xinjiang provinces whose reputation and strength can match him.  He no longer had any scruples about the court's laws and orders, and the only thing that could restrain him was force.  "

    "Inspector Meng, how much do you think the direct force of the Dongping Mausoleum Department should be expanded to?"

    "I think we need at least two Doukai brigades, or simply one Doukai division with 500 Doukai! Such force can stabilize the situation in Northern Xinjiang and make Tuoba Xiong have some scruples."

    Bai Wusha and Nanmu He looked at each other, shaking their heads and smiling bitterly.

    Nan Muhe said: "Inspector Meng, if we give Dongping Mausoleum 500 battle armors, wouldn't you be stronger than the local border troops in Dongping? Who is supervising whom at that time? And you opened this hole  , five hundred battle armors were given to the Dongping Mausoleum Administration, and Wuchuan, Chicheng, Huaishuo and other towns also requested that they be equipped with military force according to the same standards, and the General Administration could not do anything even if they sold pants!"

    Meng Ju looked unmoved: "Lord Nanmu, you are a civil servant, and you are considering the reaction of the court and the towns, but I am a martial artist, and you are thinking about fighting. I think that if the General Administration allocates five hundred battle armors to Dongping, the effect will be  It is far better than distributing them among six towns. If they are dispersed, each provincial mausoleum office can only be allocated a hundred battle armors, and they can't do anything except fight bandits.

    But if these five hundred battle armors form a division and are allocated to the Dongping Mausoleum Office, the effect will be completely different!  Although this army is under the command of the Dongping Mausoleum Office, its role is not limited to Dongping Province.  It can become the Dongling Guard's mobile force in northern Xinjiang, serve as the military backing of the provincial tomb bureaus, support the provincial tomb guards, and is enough to deter the unruly people in the entire northern Xinjiang.

    "If something happens in Northern Xinjiang in the future - Mr. Bai Town"?Lord Nanmu, please call me arrogant for your humble position. If one day Tuoba Xiong raises troops to Qingjun's side, who in the provincial mausoleum offices can fight with him?  In this case, it is better to concentrate the troops in Dongping, so that they can still fight hard. Even if they are defeated, they can at least hold on to Dongping, hold back the main force of the rebels, and give the court time to calmly mobilize troops to go north to reinforce the rebellion.  "

    Bai Wusha and Nanmuhe both looked horrified and moved.  Meng Ju said that we should concentrate our troops. This is common sense among military strategists and is nothing.  But this young inspector was courageous and had a broad vision. As the deputy director of the local mausoleum bureau, he had a clear understanding of the general trend of the six towns in northern Xinjiang, and his words made sense. This could not help but surprise Bai Wusha.

    You know, being able to see the situation so thoroughly and analyze it in such a methodical manner is something that even many of the central governors may not be able to do. Not only are they brave and good at fighting, but they also have a clear mind and can clearly judge the situation. This is really hard to find.  General!

    Bai Wusha stared at Meng Ju: "Inspector Meng, do you mean that Tuoba Xiong will rebel in the future?"

    "Tuoba Liuzhen is a high-ranking official in the imperial court. Whether he is loyal or disobedient is not something that a lowly sixth-rank official in a humble position is qualified to speculate on. But for us Lingwei, whether Tuoba Liuzhen is loyal or not does not matter.  What¡¯s important, what¡¯s important is that if he really rebels, do our Dongling Guards have the means to deal with him!¡±

    Bai Wusha patted the table and praised: "That's a good saying! It doesn't matter whether Tuoba Xiong rebels or not. The key is whether we can control him - Meng Ju, I plan to appoint you as the governor of Dongping Tongzhi.  What do you think?"

    This appointment was expected by Meng Ju. Just when he was about to decline, Nan Muhe spoke first: "Meng Ju, Mr. Bai really values ??you very much. In fact, according to his original intention, he wanted to directly accept the appointment.  You are the governor of Dongping Town, but you are a Chinese civilian. You jumped from inspector to guard inspector all of a sudden. This is really shocking. I am afraid that there will be too much talk outside and it will be bad for you. Or  It would be safer to transition to the position of Tongzhi Town Supervisor.

    Although you are the governor of Tongzhi, there is no governor in Dongping. You are in charge of Dongping Mausoleum as a deputy, and your actual power is no different from that of the governor. In order to allow you to show your talents, Chief Bai has taken great pains. You must be considerate.  This is so thoughtful.

    Among the many governors and governors of Tongzhi in the Wei Dynasty, there is no precedent for someone as young as you to be of Chinese ethnicity!  In the future, as long as you work hard, the position of Governor of Dongping will be yours sooner or later. Such a great future¡ª"

    At this time, there was only a crisp sound of "pop" and a scream of "ouch", as if someone had suddenly pushed him. Nanmu He and his chair overturned backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

    At first, Meng Ju thought that Nan Muhe's chair was broken. He stood up and tried to help him up, but Bai Wusha moved faster. He suddenly flew up and knocked Meng Ju down with rare swiftness.  land.  Before Meng Ju could react, Bai Wusha pulled him back behind the desk.  He lifted up his hands, ignoring the thick official documents on the copywriting, and held the thick copywriting up in front of him. His movements were fierce and decisive, which was in sharp contrast to the sickly demeanor he usually showed.

    "Don't stand up!"

    Bai Wusha whispered, he looked at the window, his brows furrowed.

    Looking past his gaze, Meng Ju's pupils suddenly shrank: I don't know when, the window pane suddenly cracked a hole, and the cold wind poured in from the hole, making a sharp whistling sound.

    At this moment, Meng Jucai suddenly realized what had happened: just now, someone stabbed Bai Wusha with a crossbow!
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