Outside the Gu Mansion.

"The Gu family master doesn't want to see me?"

Meng Wu was dressed in a simple Confucian robe, his hands were clenched hard, and his face was gloomy like water.

"Meng Xiancheng, please go back!" The young man in the concierge said indifferently.

"Little brother, please go and report to your family master again, just say that I, Meng Wu, are here to solve the problem for them!" Meng Wu lowered his posture, handed a string of money to the young man guarding the gatehouse, and said in a low voice.

He knew very well in his heart that the entire five hundred elite soldiers were wiped out overnight, and the Wuyin Shi clan was also greatly injured, and his trust in him had been exhausted, and he was worthless as a county.

"Okay, wait a minute!"

The young man guarding the gatehouse took the string of money, it was about two times, he thought about it, and went in again to report it.

It took about a quarter of an hour for the young porter to come out of it.

"Little brother, would your head of the family want to see me?"

"Please!"

The young porter stepped out of the way and stretched out his hand.

"Thank you!"

Meng Wu breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his clothes, and then strode in.

When he walked into this lobby, he suddenly felt a pair of knife-like eyes staring at Lu Jin's body, and he could clearly feel that it was full of malice.

"Meng Wu meets the Gu family master!" He bowed.

"Meng Shaoluo, do you dare to come to see the old man?" Gu Peng's eyes were as cold as ice, he didn't care about etiquette at all, and his cold killing intent bloomed.

Meng Wu, the word Shaoluo, the son-in-law of the Nanyang Meng clan in the past, in the past, the Nanyang Meng clan can be regarded as a family ranks, and it is difficult for them to even climb the friendship in these places, but that is just the past, after the Yellow Turban Rebellion, the Meng clan was almost slaughtered, and even the ancestral hall of the inheritance was burned by the Yellow Turban Army, and only the children remained, less than dozens of people.

"Gu family master, although this matter is not considered by me, it is not a crime of war!" Meng Wu shook his head and said, "It's just that there was some accident!" ”

"The old man asks you!"

Gu Peng said coldly: "Since Mushan has returned with his troops, why don't you say a word and watch us being strangled by Mushan!" ”

"The ancient family master said this, but I don't understand it?"

Meng Wu frowned.

"If it weren't for Mushan leading the troops back, who would have been able to kill five hundred of our soldiers?" The head of the Chen family said coldly.

"It's definitely not the return of Makiyama!"

Meng Wu said: "Yesterday I also received news from the county government, now Mushan has been forced into Tufu Mountain by Ji Yi Sima with a strategy, and is fighting with Tufu Mountain thieves, he will never lead his troops back!" ”

"Then do you think that the old and weak women and children of Jingping Village can actually kill me with five hundred elites?" Gu Peng's brows furrowed, and his eyes were cold.

"Calm down, everyone!"

Meng Wu said: "This matter is quite strange, and a certain family speculates that there may be a Runan yellow turban transit!" ”

"Impossible!"

Someone objected and said: "If the Runan Yellow Turban crosses the border, even if it can't be stopped, we must have received some news, and the Runan Yellow Turban is hundreds of miles away from us, how can it touch our noses silently, this is too underestimate our eyeliner!" ”

"I will give you an explanation for this matter, please give me some time!"

Meng Wu said in a deep voice.

"Good!"

Gu Peng was silent for a while, he was just angry before, so he was a little manic, but now he has finally calmed down, Meng Wu has always represented the Taishou Mansion, and the Nanyang Taishou Mansion has fallen out, which is not good for them: "The old man believes in you once!" ”

"Thank you Gu Family Master for your trust!"

Meng Wu breathed a sigh of relief, his position in this county was saved.

After a few words of greeting, Meng Wu left.

"Guys, can you believe Meng Shaoluo's words?" Gu Peng's eyes were gloomy, and his eyes were gloomy and uncertain.

"If it weren't for Mushan leading the troops back, I can't think of anyone who would be able to besiege and kill our five hundred elite soldiers!" Someone whispered.

"But he doesn't have to lie about it!"

Someone else retorted: "After all, if Mushan returns, within a day, we should get the news!" ”

"That makes sense!"

"If Mushan has not returned, then who is killing our government soldiers?" Gu Peng also believed that Meng Wu didn't dare to tell such a big lie, knowing that Mu Shan had not returned and was still in danger, he breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a deep sense of uneasiness and doubt in his heart.

"Could it really be the Runan Yellow Turban?"

"Probably not, in the past two years, in order to prevent the Runan Yellow Turban from coming, we have planted a lot of eyeliner on the border of the two counties, if there is news, it should have been returned!"

"Who the hell is that?"

The heads of the Dancing Yin clan looked at each other, and they couldn't figure out this situation.

"Since Mushan has not returned, maybe it's just that we think too much, why don't we gather troops and horses again, and send troops to destroy Jingping Village again, we must not let this Yellow Turban Thief Nest survive, we must kill them and shed a river of blood, in order to comfort the souls of our soldiers in the sky!"

The head of the Chen family was ruthless, and said in a deep voice: "With Qingzhuang as a soldier and horse, I can give eight hundred!" ”

"I can also give five hundred!"

"Three hundred young people, I can squeeze it out!"

“……”

Everyone was a little moved, after all, Mushan had not returned, and they were completely relieved.

Although the elite government soldiers have suffered a lot of losses one after another during this time, and there is not much left, but the most important thing they lack is the young and strong long-term tenants, they have manors outside the city, but they have gathered a lot of tenants, with young and strong soldiers, gathering thousands of soldiers in minutes.

"No!"

Gu Peng held back this opportunity and showed a calmness: "This time we have suffered a big loss, if we can't figure out this matter, and directly rashly lead the troops to attack, we will inevitably suffer a heavy setback again, although our family has a big business, but we can't afford to be injured like this, if even the young and strong are consumed, our fields will not be cultivated, and it will even attract real annihilation, so everyone, at this moment, we should bear with it!" ”

When everyone heard this, although they were a little unwilling, they could not refute it.

After all, the unknown is the scariest thing.

Although this Jingping Village is only a village of old and weak women and children, it can wipe out their five hundred elite soldiers overnight, and no one knows how many soldiers and horses they have hidden in secret, so be cautious, yes.

"From now on, please send out your eyes, no matter what, you must keep an eye on Jingping Village!"

Gu Peng leaned on crutches, stood up, and instructed in a deep voice, "Revenge will come sometime, we need to be patient, the day when Mushan returns to the sky, is when we send troops, I hope you will prepare early, take out the family background to train an elite soldier, we have to tell everyone, this dance yin, or we say!" ”

"Yes!"

"Wuyin City must be what we say!"

"Whoever wants to become the king of Wuyin will have to face our butcher's knife!"

The crowd suddenly became indignant.

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The morning sun is full of vitality.

Jingping Village.

In the direction of the entrance of the village, until the front of the martyr's hall, about 100 houses have become a ruin, these houses were built for less than a month, but they were destroyed all at once, but it is also this ruin that witnessed an amazing battle to defend and counterattack.

Although this battle is a huge damage to the Jingping Youth Camp, it is also an honor.

They thought that even with the addition of your Divine Guard, there were less than 200 soldiers, and they completely annihilated a full 500 elite soldiers, which was the first battle after the establishment of the Jingping Youth Battalion, a classic battle of winning more with less.

Martyr's Hall, in the book pavilion of Mujing.

Mu Jingpan sat on the Taishi chair, holding a pen in his right hand, and was writing on a rough piece of paper, each of his strokes was very hard, each stroke was very heavy, and the names on it made him feel ashamed.

"Young master, they are buried today, you don't go ......" Tan Zong pushed the door and walked in, looking at Mu Jing, a little puzzled.

"Don't dare to go!"

Mu Jing wrote with his heart and said in a deep voice: "Looking at their graves, I feel ashamed!" ”

"Less in charge, we are willing to entrust our lives to you, not just because you are the son of a big master, but more importantly, we believe in you!" Tan Zong said comfortingly.

"It's because you believe in me that I'm ashamed!"

Mu Jing gritted his teeth, and his voice seemed to burst out from between his teeth: "I can only remember this hatred in my heart!" ”

"You've done a great job!"

Tan Zongdao: "If it weren't for the young master of the family, I'm afraid that we would die in this battle, and the parents, old people, brothers and sisters behind us would all die!" ”

"Huh!"

Mu Jing just smiled, and the smile was so bitter.

"Brother Tan, this one has been taken and sealed!" After half a ring, Mu Jing finally finished writing, and then said: "This is their honor, they died, but they died for ours, their honor must be admired by everyone in the future!" ”

Page by page, all of them are the exploits of every sacrifice of the Jingping Youth Camp, he personally wrote, in order to better feel this feeling of loss, the cruelty of the war, he has been trying to accept, but every time, he seems to have a great feeling.

After all, he is not a man of this era, and his soul comes from him more than 1,800 years later, and he has always been a little out of place in war.

However, he was already a man of his time.

He knew very well that he had to accept the damage that the war had taken its toll on.

"No!"

Tan Zong nodded, carefully dried the ink on it, folded it, wrapped it in an oilcloth, and then placed it in a bookcase in the innermost part of the library.

After all this was done, Tan Zong spoke: "Young master, some grain, cloth, money and wealth began to be transported out of the city, this is the harvest of our sweep of the county town as the Yellow Turban Army the night before, and it was stored in the homes of several businessmen of the Zhang family and the Xu family, but now the news is not so nervous, they are ready to ship it out!" ”

That night, according to the information provided by those merchants, they swept away countless shops and warehouses of the sergeants in the county seat, and how much they seized, even if they themselves did not know, naturally they could not transport it out smoothly with their manpower.

So it was deposited in the homes of these merchants.

He is not afraid that they will swallow their share, after all, in this world, strength is the king, Jingping Village, which holds soldiers and horses, is not afraid of businessmen playing tricks, if they are disobedient, then try the soldiers of Jingping Youth Battalion.

"You should sue Zhang Heng, it's okay to transport it out, but don't transport too much at a time, take your time, it's best for their transport team to walk around Wuyin City, and then send it to the upper reaches of Xiaoqing River, and then let Uncle Zhang send someone to Xiaoqing River to hand it over, now many people in the city are staring at us, don't be careful!"

"Understood!"

Tan Zong's eyes lit up, he didn't expect it at this level, it was better for Mu Jing to be careful, at this time, they should not expose too much of their relationship with the merchants in the city, otherwise it would arouse the vigilance of the scholars.

"Brother Tan, do you know that this time our Jingping Village was attacked at night, and dozens of teenagers in the youth camp were killed, why in the end?" Mu Jing's childish and delicate face appeared with a hint of evil, and he asked gloomily.

"It's because the news we know is too slow, or the businessmen they provided, if the young master doesn't go to see them that day, these businessmen may not wake up and prepare early, then we Jingping Village may have been killed by then!"

Tan Zong thought about it and said in a deep voice.

He didn't dare to imagine that if Mu Jing hadn't gone to the city that day to meet those businessmen he looked down on, and hadn't learned from Zhang Heng's mouth that Mushan's situation was not very good, so he thought that someone might attack Jingping Village, if he was ready, I am afraid that Jingping Village would have become a ruin, and it would be inevitable that there would be a river of blood in the village.

"So we have to learn to know ourselves and our opponents!"

Mujing Road.

"The young master is to let us send some spies to be placed in the city to monitor the families!"

"In that case, it's too inefficient!" Mu Jing shook his head: "And the raw face will attract attention, and it will be easy to be discovered!" ”

"What does that mean?"

"You have to find a way to buy some of the ruffians or beggars in the city, they are the head snakes of the land, they may not be of much use, but they must be the most well-informed!" Mu Jing said: "I don't hesitate to spend a lot of money to let them record what happens in the city, I must know the daily movements of Wuyin County!" ”

He had an idea in his mind, but it wasn't very mature yet.

The army pulled out the camp, and the scouts went first.

It is also time for them to build their own intelligence network.

However, Mu Jing knows that this is a big project and has to be done step by step.

Can't wait!

"No!"

Tan Zong gave up his hand.

"Go ahead!"

Mu Jing waved his hand and said indifferently.

"Yes!" After Tan Zong saluted, he turned around and left.

In the quiet study pavilion, Mu Jing sat on the Taishi chair, and his thoughts began to move from Jingping Village to the battlefield of Tufu Mountain: "I don't know what the situation of my father's banditry is?" ”

He believed in Makiyama's abilities.

But after all, I was a little worried.

However, I am worried that I am worried, Yuanshui can't save the near fire, and he can't protect himself now, although he won this battle, but for the scholars in Wuyin County, even if they suffer a heavy setback, they can't frustrate their strength.

With the strength of the Wuyin clan, if they insist on using sword soldiers to attack Jingping Village, Jingping Village will still not be able to defend it.

"Forget it!"

Mu Jing shook his head and muttered to himself: "Taking care of yourself now and letting your father have no worries is the greatest support for your father!" ”

"This battle seems to be a win with less, but there are still too many problems exposed!"

Mu Jing thought about it for a while and said: "It seems that the establishment of a military academy is a must, these teenagers are all good seedlings, but they can't be damaged on the battlefield!" ”

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It's late February.

Wuyin County began to enter a strange atmosphere, the scholars led by the ancient family, secretly resisted Jingping Village, Jingping Village could not hold out, self-sufficient, and maintained a tacit understanding between the two sides.

They are all waiting.

Wait for the results of the Battle of Tufushan.

If Mushan returns with his troops in victory, then it is the biggest fear of the Wuyin clan, if Mushan dies on the battlefield, then they will not hesitate to turn their faces, regardless of the result, and enter Jingping Village.

However, the news of the battle of Tufushan has not come back, but some intermittent news has come out, some people say that Mushan has been surrounded, some people say that Mushan led the troops to jump out of Tufushan, the news has not been confirmed right or wrong, anyway, there are many rumors.

On this day, on Jingping Mountain, the wind and the sun are beautiful.

This hill is flat, the terrain is also very wide, and it is only a mile away from Jingping Village.

On top of the hill, a row of simple wooden houses had begun to be built at this time.

Around the wooden house, it is built with sharp fences and wooden stakes, and in front of the door, a gate is built, and above the gate, there are five big characters, Jingping Wubeitang.

Mujing took the Jingping Youth Camp as the foundation, and in the line of fire, established the Jingping Wubei Hall, Jingping Wubei Hall, the first batch of students, that is, the Jingping Youth Camp, survived one hundred and thirty-one teenagers.

The juvenile camp plus Mu Jing, there are one hundred and eighty-seven teenagers, fifty-two were killed in battle, and four of the serious injuries also died, and now with Mu Jing, only one hundred and thirty-one remain, this is the student of Jingping Wubeitang.

The establishment of the Wubeitang is actually a military school.

What he is borrowing from is the spirit of Whampoa.

Therefore, he personally received the sacrificial wine of Jingping Wubei Hall and held this group of military students tightly in his hands.

Today is the day of the establishment of the Martial Arts Hall.

"Spread the flag!"

Mu Jing stood on the high platform and shouted.

Two burly teenagers, raised the flag, and then raised this flag above the sky, this is a military flag, Mu Jing personally designed the military flag for Jingping Wubeitang, the black mandala, representing unpredictable death, despair and lonely love, this is what soldiers should bear.

"I'm Mujing!"

"From now on, I am no longer your young master, I am the sacrificial wine of Jingping Wubeitang!"

Mu Jing stood on the high platform, under the high platform, in the spacious school grounds, standing in line for more than a hundred years, he began a simple entrance speech.

"The youth camp no longer exists, from this moment on, you are all a member of the Jingping Wubei Hall, and I, Mu Jing, will become your teacher, I will teach you what I know, what I have learned, what I can come into contact with, all the skills, I hope you can learn with your heart, I hope that in the future you will all become an excellent officer on the battlefield, rather than a reckless man who only knows how to charge!"

Mu Jing's voice was loud, constantly pouring into the ears of each student, echoing in their hearts.