From the residents of Jinshui Town rushing outside Loumen, to Zhou Zheng killing Asura, and he himself fell into a coma. The whole process is only half an hour. This time is not short, just so that the old man of Futai missed the meat scene of the battle, lest he, a scholar, be so shocked that he vomited on the spot and lost face. But at the same time, this time is not long, and it did not let the master of Futai miss the opportunity to appease people's hearts and clean up the battlefield.

"Chinese New Year's Eve, it was supposed to be a day of celebration for the whole world, so why do you mess around here if you don't celebrate the New Year at home?"

Miao Fuzun rushed to the scene with the remaining more than 500 garrison troops. But the news he got was relatively backward, he only knew that there was a large group of people gathered outside Loumen, but he didn't know what was happening in Jinshui Town. So after he arrived, he still put on an official posture and looked like a big man. Of course, a bit of this official authority comes from a sweet dream that was woken up, which is another matter.

But in the next second, Miao Fuzun found out that something was wrong. Because the rich people in Jinshui Town are okay, they just rushed a little way, and watched Zhou Zheng make martial arts movies, and they had a good fight. But the poor people in the north of the town fled all the way and panicked. Now that they have seen the Fuzun and the soldiers, their hearts have settled down a little, but they have collapsed in this stability, tears are like rain, and the cry is shocking!

"How ...... this?"

Miao Fuzun didn't expect that what he was facing was such a scene, and he was stunned for a moment. He hurriedly looked left and right to see where there were his subordinates. He glanced at the crowd and saw the horse commander panting at the base of the wall.

Commander Ma squatted at the base of the city wall, and couldn't help but think back to Fang Cai's experience, one of the scenes was as mysterious and unpredictable as a novel. It's really not that he likes masochism, you must think back to those horror images. It's really painful, how painful it is...... is like the lucky man who survived in a car accident, as soon as he got out of danger, the thrilling scenes hit his head one by one, forcing him to remember.

In this painful memory, every time he came to a thrilling place, the horse commander would wipe it on his forehead. Because as long as his hand stopped, his cold sweat would flow down like a waterfall in Goro Peak.

"Commander Ma, you come over to this officer, tell me what's going on?"

When Miao Fuzun saw the commander of the horse, he was sure in his heart. In any case, since the garrison commander is on the scene, any black cauldron can be thrown at him. If he refuses to carry it...... Hehe, that's not up to him.

The horse commander heard a familiar voice, coming from not far away, like a little wolf dog that had heard the call of his master, and immediately looked towards the place where the voice came from. He took a closer look and found that it was indeed his top boss, the Supreme Master Miao of Pingjiang Mansion.

In front of Shangguan, Commander Ma also forgot to be afraid, he hurriedly jumped up, sorted out his appearance, put on a smile on his face, and quickly approached in front of Miao Fuzun.

"Master Futai, do you call me?"

"Less nonsense, tell me, what's going on with these four or five thousand people right now?"

When Commander Ma heard this, he was a little weak-hearted, after all, he almost didn't do anything serious. But in the next moment, he reacted - no, I didn't do it, Master Futai knows a fart.

Driven by this thought, Commander Ma brought his spirits to him, and he suddenly sniffed twice and inhaled two more sharp breaths.

"What, you're having asthma?"

"No, this is grief, it's grief, sir!" Commander Ma covered his chest and howled: "Master, Jinshui Town has suffered a catastrophe, and countless demons and monsters have rushed out of the fog, almost killing Jinshui Town into nothing. With 500 soldiers, Xia Guan fought a bloody way, barely keeping half of the population of Jinshui Town, as for the rest...... Other ......"

"What's wrong with the others?" This time it was Miao Fuzun's turn to overbreathe, and his squinted eyes were like walnuts, almost jumping out of his eyes: "You tell me, what's wrong with the five thousand people in Jinshui Town?" ”

Miao Fuzun is still relatively diligent, and he is naturally very familiar with Jinshui Town, a large tax collector under his rule. But now he would rather not be familiar with Jinshui Town...... 5,000 people, if 5,000 die...... Miao Fuzun subconsciously touched the top of his head, this good black yarn, this good head, it is difficult to protect!

"There are still 5,000 people, and there is really nothing Xia Guan can do!"

"You...... I don't care about you...... You! ”

Although he had already had a bad premonition, but when he really heard such bad news, Miao Fu almost vomited blood. He didn't stand still, staggered a few steps, and barely lost his breath. You must know that Pingjiang Mansion is the land of fish and rice in the south of the Yangtze River, there are no typhoons, no earthquakes, no horse bandits, and it is almost the best place in the world to raise people. For so many years, no matter who comes to Pingjiang Mansion to be the prefect, they are all here to eat sugar and gild. How did this happen to him when he took office, and Pingjiang Mansion had such a thing!

"Fuck, people from left and right, I picked up the official uniform of the horse commander and put it in prison!"

"Master Futai, I was wronged!"

"Master, no!"

Of these three sentences, the first sentence was said by Miao Fuzun, the second sentence was howled by Commander Ma, and the third sentence was reminded by Miao Fuzun's staff in a low voice.

"Wait!" Miao Fuzun called a pause, pulled his staff to the side of the road, gritted his teeth, and asked, "Master Wang, do you have any advice?" ”

Master Wang is the son of the Kunshan Wang family, that is, the wife of Miao Fuzun, the son of her mother's slave. Just because Master Wang was young and smart, the Wang family asked him to accompany the young master, that is, Wang Sheng's father, to study for a few years, and later he was lucky to be a showman. It's just that after he lost one after another, he simply broke off this idea and fully assisted the Jinshi of the new middle school at that time, that is, the husband of Miss Wang's family-the current Miao Fuzun.

Miao Fuzun is hardworking and persevering, but his character is relatively timid and cowardly. Therefore, when it comes to government affairs, most of the time, it is Master Wang and Mrs. Miao who are making decisions for him. In this regard, Miao Fuzun did not have any opinions, but after hitting the wall several times, he obediently returned to this mode.

At present, Miao Fuzun was about to take Ma Commander into custody as a scapegoat for accountability in the future, but he was stopped by Master Wang. Although he was a little reluctant, he still took Master Wang aside and asked for his opinion.

Master Wang coughed lightly and said in a low voice: "Master doesn't need to make a big fuss, if this matter is not properly cooked, it will naturally be a scandal, but if it is properly cooked, it will not be a credit." ”

"How do you cook?" Master Miao scoffed, almost roared, but fortunately his reason was still online, and finally suppressed his voice again: "This horse commander is a pus, and he dares to tell me that he rescued 5,000 people, fart!" Don't I really know the number of troops stationed in the city? I only took a cursory glance, and I didn't know where he was, his men were basically neat, and there were no scars on their faces and bodies, where did they look like they had fought fiercely? It's good to lose armor, and the ordnance is almost lost, which really annoys me! This matter is stabbed to the top, and I, as the top boss, have to eat a meal! ”

Master Wang laughed twice: "Don't worry, whether Commander Ma is a pus, you and I both know in our hearts, but the people who come to inspect the scene don't know when the time comes." As for whether to eat and hang up when you stab at the top, it depends on how you poke it. ”

"You go on."

Miao Fuzun has been with Master Wang for 20 years, and whether he likes it or not, he still knows Master Wang very well. He knew that as long as Master Wang smiled like this, he would have a spectrum in his heart. And Master Wang did not live up to his expectations and trust, only to see Master Wang laugh twice: "You are right, if 5,000 people died in Jinshui Town, but none of the troops were stationed, it would naturally be a scandal." But if the commander of the horse led the garrison to fight all the way, threw his head and spilled blood for the people, and almost wiped out the garrison camp, then it would not be a scandal, it would be an honor! As the immediate boss of the garrison commander, you naturally have a great teaching skill. ”

"You mean to steal the beams and change the pillars?" Miao Zhifu is also a Jinshi, at most his mind is not ruthless enough, but his brain is definitely not stupid. As soon as he heard Master Wang's words, he understood a general idea. He chewed a little bit on the mystery in these words, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was flavorful and reasonable.

"That's right, it's stealing beams and changing pillars!" Master Wang stroked his beard and added, "Change the identities of the dead people in Jinshui Town and the surviving garrisons, and everything will be fine." This will not only give the garrison a lot of credit, but also 'effectively reduce' the number of casualties in Jinshui Town. ”

"But isn't that risky?"

"What are the risks? First scare those garrisons, and say that they have not fulfilled their duty to defend the territory, and they will be distributed. Then preach to them about the benefits of suspended animation, telling them that after suspended animation, they will naturally not have to serve for most of the next half of military service. In addition to this article, the heroes who died heroically will not only have a reward for silver, but also the benefit of being exempted from forced labor. With these benefits as a foundation, I am not afraid that they will not be willing to 'die'. ”

"But what about Jinshui Town? The garrison is a responsibility and a benefit, so it is natural for us to pinch and rub the round. But the people over there in Jinshui Town are really dead, and they will have to be buried in someone else's name when the time comes, will their family be willing? Now, after this kind of catastrophe, it is the easiest to get excited, and if something happens, won't we still have to be exposed? ”

"You put a hundred hearts on this, and then I went to find the worst refugees, that is, those who were injured, and I went to find out the situation. Jinshui Town is indeed in a big mess, the entire northern part of Jinshui Town, now it is a mess, and there are still undead raging. Wait until dawn...... I don't think I'll be alive. The family that has died and has no bitter master, isn't it how you want to make it up? As long as you move your pen, you want them to be garrisons, and they are garrisons; You want them to be pigs and dogs, and they are pigs and dogs. ”

"You're telling me not to go to the rescue?"

Other Miao Fuzun can accept it, but as soon as Master Wang's words came out, it was a little out of line. Can't save and deliberately don't save are completely different things! But in the face of Miao Fuzun, who was reproachful, Master Wang was still calm, after all, didn't the master's staff just do dirty work and come up with dirty ideas? He's used to it.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that. It's just Dong Weng, your subordinates are all 'dead', what do you rely on to rescue? Besides, you are the supreme of a mansion, you must not be heroic, you have to take into account the overall situation. You have 5,000 soldiers and civilians in front of you, is there anything more urgent than giving them porridge and medicine to protect their safety? ”

"Sir's right." Miao Fuzun thought about it, the official examination was ten months later, and he finally managed to operate in Pingjiang Mansion, and he must not ruin his career because of this: "Just do as you say, but I don't know, are there any other points next?" ”

Master Wang nodded, and said softly: "The key point is martial law, on the grounds that the undead in Jinshui Town have not been eliminated, you must detain this group of people in the current city, take care of them but do not allow them to go back." And tomorrow, you and Teacher Song of the Pillow Flow Book Club will go together to solve the undead in Jinshui Town, and then return to Fucheng to restore the freedom of the people of Jinshui. In this time difference, someone has to take the garrison to Jinshui Town to exchange clothes and identities with those people who died tragically. If you have enough time, it's best to make Jinshui Town a little more chaotic, after all, the more chaotic it is, the more fierce the battle will be. ”

"You mean to command the envoys with horses? I don't think he's reliable, so I might as well go with the garrison myself......"

"Dong Weng, you must know that the son of a daughter can't sit down. You'd better not know a word about this kind of dirty thing. Whether it's on the side of Teacher Song from the Pillow Flow Book Society, or in front of this group of refugees in Fucheng, or in the eyes of that group of 'damned' garrisons, you have to be clean and beautiful. That way, even if something really isn't good, it's none of your business. As for the dirty work, let me talk to the commander of the horse, and explain the stakes to him, and he will understand. ”

"Okay, then according to what Mr. said." Miao Fuzun suddenly raised his voice: "Come on, bring the horse commander to this official." ”