Thunder (2)

The Espionage Department evolved from the original Second Department of Internal Affairs and Enemy Intelligence, and there is a special department under it to supervise the movements of internal defectors and enemies. As the director, Chen Zijing can always know some shocking secrets before others. This feeling of condescending looking down on all beings made him intoxicated. As the price of intoxication, he also saw too much dark side in his eyes, which made him worry about the safety of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion all the time.

The Confucian scholars, who always spoke coldly to the unfavorable remarks of the Grand Governor, were not as weak as they appeared to be. In fact, behind them, there has always been a group of people supporting their actions. Those malicious criticisms and rumors are nothing more than preparation for some conspiracy. Once the hand behind it feels that the time is ripe, the conspiracy will be launched, and all rumors will become a tool to completely subvert the Metropolitan Governor's Office.

The hand behind the scenes doesn't care how influential the cold words are among the people, they just need this voice of dissatisfaction to exist all the time. In other words, when the time comes, all they need is an excuse and an explanation for the world if they succeed in seizing power. Although such excuses and explanations are deception in any case, what tyranny has not strengthened the foundations of power by deception since ancient times?

But Chen Zijing can't take any action now, because all the actions of the hand behind the scenes are within the framework of the temporary covenant. Mr. Lu, who was in charge of the legislation, did not criminalize this kind of activity, and even if Chen Zijing had more evidence in his hand, he could not clearly prove that he would arrest some people in order to achieve the goal of knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger.

Wen Tianxiang convened the Dharma Conference at that time in order to alleviate the contradictions between all parties, on the one hand, it made the internal stability of the Great Song Dynasty, which was about to be merged, and bought time for the growth of the New Deal, on the other hand, he also protected the weakened imperial family and gave the royal power a chance to recuperate. Now, the little emperor Zhao Yu has grown up, and with the maturity of his mind and the awakening of the meaning of imperial power, his eyes have fallen on the army and in the decision-making circle. It would be fine if this emperor was a dim-witted mediocrity, but he had a sharp mind and super endurance that his peers did not have.

A wise and endurant hypocrite is definitely not a good thing for the Grand Governor. Moreover, this young king was followed by a large number of prestigious Confucian scholars, frustrated high-ranking officials, retired generals, royal elites, and some conservative figures who regarded tradition as heaven.

A flower bursts out of the candlelight, and the spark falls on the table. Chen Zijing was awakened by the sparks from his thoughts, and quickly stretched out his hand to sweep away the embers on the table. As he moved, several case files were revealed. A few familiar names, flickering in and out with the candlelight.

Lu Xiufu, Deng Guangjian, Zhang Shijie, these figures whose fame and influence were not under Wen Tianxiang back then, in the battle between the New Deal and the tradition, their faces have gradually blurred, and now, no one can figure out which side they are inclined to. Even from Chen Zijing's point of view, he can't tell their true faces.

It's not just them, Chen Zijing smiled bitterly and opened another newly sent report. On the ink-scented paper were written several more familiar names. The supporters of the New Deal were not monolithic, nor were they flawless. According to Liu Zijun, the head of the Supervision Yuan, Prime Minister Wen relied too much on the strength of officials and the military when he tried to implement the new policy. Today, many high-ranking officials of the Dadu Governor's Mansion and many high-ranking generals of the Broken Army are themselves the owners of some big businesses and shareholders of large factories. When power and wealth are combined, their burst of vitality is amazing. At the same time, their destructive power is staggering.

There are already many large chambers of commerce and families that are trying to monopolize a certain industry. Although these schemes did not succeed despite the interference of the law. But the power behind those chambers of commerce has given them superior conditions that are difficult for ordinary people to match. The convenience of news, shops, transportation, and the priority of new products have made these chambers of commerce bigger and bigger, and more and more irresistible monsters. The petty fights of ordinary people can only be thrown off and crushed in front of these behemoths.

Workers' night schools, libraries, minimum pay, and time-limited work, all of which were tried in Shao Wu and embraced by the people, were slowly squeezed to a very low level. The big chambers of commerce have always found excuses for not enforcing the regulations for the protection of workers, and local officials are in most cases powerless against them.

Chen Zijing shook his head and closed the case file helplessly. It's already the fourth watch, but he doesn't feel sleepy at all. Since the Battle of Ganzhou that year, he disguised himself as a monk and escaped the pursuit of the Northern Yuan. Hiding his true self before and after him has become his housekeeping ability. On Wen Tianxiang's orders, he played the role of seeing the light, looking for loopholes between the enemy and the enemy from the shadows. He played this role extremely devotedly and with great difficulty.

Many things, as the founder of the New Deal, Wen Tianxiang did not expect. A lot of the dark side, the busy Metropolitan Governor didn't see it. But Chen Zijing, When, Liu Zijun and others saw it very clearly. At the present rate, the freaks formed by the combination of officials and businessmen have become increasingly dangerous and deviate from the equality goals of the New Deal. Their behavior became more and more arrogant, and even made Chen Zijing, the founders of the New Deal, wonder if Wen Cheng's practice of promoting industrial and commercial development through officials and wealthy families over the years was drinking to quench their thirst. Unlike the original situation, five years ago, the Great Song Dynasty was on the verge of extinction, and the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion knew that it was a glass of poisonous wine in front of him, so he had to drink it. And now, Da Song has the hope of revival, should this cup of poisonous wine be put down, should it be replaced with a cup of nourishing daughter red?

No one dared to give this advice to Wen Tianxiang easily, because no one knew that when the new policy could reflect the family interests of those high-ranking officials, famous generals, and those partners who had lived and died together, these people would follow the new policy to defeat all hostile forces. When the New Deal threatens their interests and tries to lean more towards the small people at the bottom, will these people resolutely become the opposite of the New Deal?

Chen Zijing sighed and looked out at the long night. It's been more than four days, and it's the darkest hour before the dawn of summer. Under the light, he could see that some insects and ants were slowly climbing up the trunk of the tree, devouring the branches and leaves on which the tree depended as they crawled. Where the lights don't shine, no one can tell how many moths are carnivaling in the dark.

There are too many loopholes that the Metropolitan Governor's Office needs to make up for now, in addition to those on his desk, there is also the chaotic military system, the hastily established but weak local yamen, and the treasury that is completely dependent on foreign trade support, all of which urgently need the Metropolitan Governor's Office to spend time and energy to sort out. Therefore, blindly fighting a decisive battle with the Northern Yuan under such conditions has to be said to be an adventure.

But Chen Zijing also knew that this dangerous Metropolitan Governor's Mansion had to take the risk, and the greatest benefit of the Northern Expedition was not reflected in the military, but in the struggle for power. Only the Northern Expedition can temporarily calm the restless hearts of all parties, and can temporarily attract those eyes that look at internal power and stare at the battlefield ahead.

"Alas, it's difficult!" Chen Zijing sighed again, not knowing whether to talk about others or himself. In his eyes, at this moment, in front and behind, two wars of similar intensity were being fought at the same time. The two wars were closely linked, and no matter which battle, the Metropolitan Governorate could not lose and could not afford to lose. (Please support alcoholics to 17k, support genuine guidebook)

At present, the Governor's manpower, material resources, and military strength have been used to the limit. Perhaps the only thing that can be relied on is the people's will. Although there is an old saying, those who win the hearts of the people win the world. But who has ever seen the will of the people really work?

"Report, Lord Director, there is a secret letter from the north!" The subordinate report pulled Chen Zijing's chaotic thoughts back to reality. He turned his head and saw the bloodshot eyes of Cao Zhen, a subordinate in charge of gathering enemy intelligence.

"Which side sent it, did Lord He's plan have a result?" Chen Zijing couldn't say a few comforting words to his subordinates, took the secret letter that was folded into thin strips, and asked as he unfolded.

"The seal is stamped with Master He's secret seal, which was sent back with a flying pigeon from Jiangnan West Road, and his subordinates didn't dare to open it!" Cao Zhen bowed and replied in a low voice.

When was he the chief leader of the fine work south of the Yangtze River, he was responsible for spying on enemy intelligence, supporting local anti-Yuan forces, and dividing and disintegrating the enemy army. At the beginning of the establishment of the Broken Army, the work of When, Chen Zijing and another mysterious figure played an immeasurable role. It was with their excellent operation that the Broken Army was able to provide for the difficult environment at the beginning. In the past two years, with the successive victories of the Broken Prisoners on the battlefield, the contribution and influence of the spy personnel have been even greater. Some local wealthy families even took the initiative to contact Shi through the Salt Gang to provide various supports to the Broken Army, in order to leave a way back for their families in the near future.

Chen Zijing nodded and stopped talking. Reading the letter to the candle torch, a smile slowly dispelled the dark clouds on his face. Cao Zhi, who was standing next to him, saw the superintendent smiling and stretched his neck eagerly, hoping to see half of the code on MeSign. He couldn't read it without the key, but by doing so, it would at least satisfy his curiosity.

"Go back and rest, and let all the brothers go back and get a good night's sleep, except for a few who are on duty." Tell everyone, the battle on Jiangnan West Road, we have won! Chen Zijing was in a big mood, and did not pursue Cao Qian's outrageous actions, patted him on the shoulder, and ordered.

"Why did you win?" Cao Zhen's mood became more and more urgent, and he reached out to touch the code book on the table.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, this is the rule of our industry!" Chen Zijing stretched out his hand, pushed Cao Zhen's arm away, and scolded with a smile. (Please support alcoholics to 17k, support genuine guidebook)

Although it was itchy and hard to scratch, Cao Zhen had to retreat. While retreating, he kept pondering in his mind, "What kind of letter did Lord He send?" It's strange, why did Lord Chen look at his letter and all his troubled colors were gone? How weird? ”

At this moment, there are many unsolved mysteries in my heart, not only Cao Zhen alone. Hundreds of miles away, the Jianchang Army, the commander of Wanhu Wuzhong, also frowned tightly under the lamp.

The place where the Broken Army fought with Da Chun was less than three hundred miles away from where he was stationed. For half a month, Wu Zhong vaguely felt that he could hear the sound of cannons in the wind and smell the smell of gunpowder in the air. Under his hands, almost all the power he could use was used by him, looking forward to judging the direction of the battle as soon as possible. However, the scouts who hurried back every day could only bring back one sentence to him, "The Broken Army and the Yuan Army are facing off, regardless of victory or defeat!" ”

"Confrontation, confrontation, there's no end!" Wu Zhong swept all the secret reports on the bookcase to the floor in annoyance. His Wanhu Mansion was gorgeously decorated with the most expensive and popular building materials on the market. The walls are plastered and lacquered, and the windows are thumb-sized and stained glass. The tables and chairs are made of rosewood brought from the South Seas, and even the floors are carefully assembled with the materials of the ship's deck.

Someone once joked, but in terms of magnificence, Wuzhong's Wanhu Mansion has surpassed that of Ahma. But all of this didn't cost him a penny of Wu Wanhu, and the loyal teacher and housekeeper did all these things single-handedly. Of course, the housekeeper Su Can has done more than that, in the past few years, under the care of the old man, Jianchangjun has become a paradise. Dachun fought Wen Tianxiang to the death in Fujian, and Jianchang only sent a team of several hundred people to the edge of Wuyi Mountain to "pinnate" the enemy army, and then hurriedly withdrew. In return, the Broken Captives army went north and south, and never passed through Jianchang, even if someone borrowed the road once in a while, the money left to buy the road was enough for Wu Zhong to seal the mouth of his subordinates.

In troubled times, a place that is not affected by war always seems to be particularly prosperous. Business travelers from the south to the north, scholars who went to Fujian to seek refuge with relatives and friends, and rich people who were looking for a place to live with all their net worth always lingered in this peaceful place for a few days until they inquired about the direction of the outside world before they traveled far again. The flow of people in the past took away the food that was urgently needed in the south, and what was left to the Jianchang army was a mountain of wealth. In this paradise with mountains, water, and no war, Wuzhong, the Guanjun Wanhu, gradually forgot the era in which he lived.

But the slowly approaching fire of war recalled his memory from the depths of the peach blossoms. Looking at the already lit sky outside the lattice glass window, Wu Zhong found that he had lost sleep for the first time in his life.

Even more troubling than not being able to judge the outcome of the battle was that he didn't know which side he wanted to win. If Dachun wins, Jianchang, which is separated from Fujian by a mountain, will still be able to preserve its functions as a transit point for smuggled goods and a detention center for people fleeing south. All parts of Jianchang can continue to prosper morbidly in this troubled world. But then, Wu Zhong knew that he was not happy, although he himself was now the Wanhu of the Great Yuan, eating the Yulu that Kublai Khan's court had just "remembered".

"If Da Chun loses..."Wu Zhong was taken aback by his own thoughts, how could Da Chun lose. The Broken Army's investment in Jiangnan West Road is clearly a containment force, and the direction of their key attack this year is Liangzhejiang. With an army of more than 100,000 in his hands, could Lord Dachun lose to more than 30,000 broken army?

Wu Zhong didn't believe in this hypothesis, but there was a little longing in his heart, hoping that this hypothesis would be true. He didn't know why he was expecting it, but he could clearly sense his ridiculous thoughts.

What should I do if Dachun loses? Wu Zhong desperately grabbed his hair, unable to think of any results. Da Chun didn't believe in himself, and Wu Zhong knew this very well. Otherwise, Dachun would not have reached such an important juncture, and he would not have ordered the Jianchang army to go to reinforcements. "What if Da Chun fled to my land with a rout? Do I protect him and retreat north, or do I ......."

"I can't do this kind of thing? That's a villain in the bumble. Wu Zhong immediately vetoed a terrible thought that had just flashed. But he was a Tartar, he killed so many Song people, and even threw corpses into the river to spread the plague. If I hit him in the back......"

That dangerous assumption continued to tempt him, as if countless people were crying out in his ear, "Revenge, revenge, if you don't take revenge, are you a human being?" ”

"Someone, please master, hurry up and invite the master back!" Wu Zhong hugged his head that was about to explode and shouted loudly outside the door.

At the door, Wu Zhong stayed up all night, and the guards who stayed up so blue that their eyes were blue hurriedly jumped up and ran across the courtyard to the west. "I finally remembered to invite the master, and I invited the master a long time ago, so everyone doesn't have to suffer!" Countless people screamed in their stomachs.

"Sir, what do you have to do?" Half an hour later, the master, who had been woken up from his sleep, asked with a yawn.

Seeing that the master was burning his eyebrows, and he was still lazy, Wu Zhong's heart was on fire, and he shouted outside: "Come on, give the master a basin of cold water to wash his hair!" ”

"Don't wash, don't wash, it's an old bone, I can't stand the toss!" Seeing that Wu Zhong was angry, the master hurriedly begged for mercy, rubbed his face twice, and said with a strong spirit: "Sober, sober." If the lord has any commands, just say it! ”

Although the master is lazy by nature, he is one in a hundred in terms of wisdom. Wu Zhong was so angry that he couldn't cry or laugh because of his tired appearance, but there was nothing he could do about him. He turned his back a few times with his hands behind his back, and asked angrily: "Do you know that the Broken Army and Da Chun are fighting in the Pheasant Mountain?" (Please go to 17k to support alcoholics, support genuine guidebook)

"Who doesn't know such a big thing, don't adults send small works to detect the wind every day?" The master yawned again and replied with his mouth covered.

"I'm talking about winning and losing, who wins and who loses. What's the use of spouting, the battle is over, it's too late for us to prepare! Wu Zhong saw that the master was not enlightened, so he had to give up going around in circles and said bluntly.

"Do you still have to guess? It must be the Breaker Army winning! Master Su Can did not induce Wu Zhong to think of an answer by himself this time, but directly gave a result that he couldn't believe.

"Why?" Wu Zhong asked, his bloodshot eyes wide.

"It's very simple, my lord, think about it, where was Da Chun three years ago, and how many men and horses the Broken Army gathered to deal with him. Where is Da Chun now, and how many troops has the Broken Army concentrated to play with him? Master Su Can said with a smile, as if the results of winning or losing were clearly in front of everyone's eyes.

"Three years ago, now ......" Wu Zhong groaned slightly, and understood what Su Can meant. People who can manage the army and thousands of households are naturally not bad in mind. Three years ago, Da Chun was in Fujian, and the Broken Army needed to concentrate all its forces on him. And now, one division of the Broken Army is in Liangzhejiang and one division is in Liangguang, and only one-third of the soldiers and horses have been freed up, which has made Dachun unbearable. If some new forces are invested, Dachun will indeed be defeated.

"So, what do we do then?" Wu Zhong, who had guessed the result, asked blankly.

"What is the General going to do?" The old military master Su Can did not answer, and asked rhetorically.

"I, I..." Wu Zhong's blank expression was like a child lost in the wilderness, wanting to choose the direction according to the book, but he didn't know what kind of consequences he would have to suffer in the future. This is a gamble involving the life of the family, once you lose, all your wealth, wife and children, have to be lost. (Please support alcoholics to 17k, support genuine guidebook)

"Has the general heard of a story about the broken army in Liangzhejiang?" Su Can shook his head, his wrinkled old face full of love.

"What's the story, Chen Hangyan? He played well, and he had a good time! When it came to the Liangzhejiang battlefield that was not related to him, Wu Zhong immediately came to the spirit. In his heart, he imagined himself as Chen Hangyan more than once, thinking about how to beat the enemy army to the point of losing his armor and how to meet the people of Zhejiang and Zhejiang. "In that way, you won't be a general in vain!" Countless times, he thought to himself.

"It's not a war, I've heard people say that Chen Hangyan is in Liangzhe, and there is such a rule. If the banner changes before his army arrives, it is considered an uprising, and the relevant generals can keep their own family wealth and a part of the soldiers and horses, and include them in the garrison army, and give military posts according to the number of soldiers and horses in their headquarters and the size of their merits. If the soldiers come to the city and change their banners, they can only be regarded as surrendering. All the soldiers and horses will be disbanded, and the people will be sent home to be rich men. If you can't beat it and then ask to surrender, you won't even count Toucheng, you will be counted as a prisoner. The soldiers and horses were disbanded, most of the family wealth was confiscated, and only one life could be saved! The master pretended to be nonchalant, and as he spoke, he secretly looked at Wu Zhong's face.

Wu Zhong's face changed color with every word of his master, and when he heard the result of the confiscation of his property, his face instantly turned snow-white, his lips trembled blue, and he asked, "You, what you mean is that we, we'd better revolt!" ”

"Your Excellency is wise!" Su Can shook his head to the ground and replied loudly: "For so many years, what our more than 10,000 brothers eat and drink is all from Master Wen. The generals on the other side of the mountain more or less have their own industries. If you take them to break the captives again, will they agree? Besides, we have had enough of the Mongols' anger over the years. Now that the Mongols are defeated, if we don't rush up and step on him, it's too much of a gentleman! ”

"You've thought it through!" Wu Zhong looked at the master's eager gaze, suddenly realized something, stepped forward and pushed the old man, and scolded with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that Dayuan will gain power again in the future?" Aren't you afraid that our people won't be able to stop people from routing? ”

"How can I be, my lord." The master smiled and removed Wu Zhongde's fist from his shoulder, explaining: "The Broken Army can become a climate with thousands of soldiers and horses, and it will naturally become stronger and stronger. If we don't take this tailwind boat, we won't have a chance. Besides, it's not our family that beats the water dogs, you see, Dachun is undefeated, and no one will move. As long as Dachun shows defeat, I am afraid that from Fuzhou to Yuanzhou, the four governments and two armies, there will be no place to make way for him! If he dared to create that evil back then, he should have thought of the day when we Han people would have revenge! ”

"We Han people ......" Wu Zhong repeated, repeating the pride in his master's tone. He finally understood why he always assumed that the Breaker Army had won, Han people, after all, everyone was Han Chinese. In the Great Yuan Empire, the title was fraught with humiliation, representing the status of a slave by birth. In the ancient country of China, for thousands of years, this is a dignified name.

"We are Han!" Wu Zhong finally made a decision, pushed open the window, and shouted wildly.

Outside, the sky was already bright, and the staff who got up early, the generals who were exercising in the morning, raised their heads and looked at the window where Wu Zhong was standing in confusion.

Over the years, everyone has tried their best to forget, to forget the meaning of the two words of Han Chinese. While escaping the humiliation brought by these two words, he forgot the bloodline handed down from his ancestors, as well as the glory and dreams in his pulse. But on this morning, someone suddenly woke up the long-lost memory, and the storm hit everyone's hearts like a storm.

"We are Han!" Someone repeated in a whisper, and suddenly, he understood all of Wu Zhong's words.

A round of morning sun jumped out of the clouds, sprinkling thousands of golden rays on the land of China.

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