From Shanhaiguan to Shenyang, 800 miles of official road, how long does it take to deliver the news?

Since the Qin Dynasty, China's document transmission has relied on post stations, generally every 20 miles there is a post station, once the official document that needs to be delivered is marked with the words "immediately fly", it must be transmitted at a speed of 300 miles per day according to the regulations. In the event of an emergency, the speed of transmission can reach 400 miles, 600 miles, and as fast as 800 miles per day. When delivering emergency documents, each post station uses fast horses, so that although it is not a thousand miles horse, but each horse runs desperately, and it can also be a thousand miles a day, and the "eight hundred miles expedited" is used to indicate the transmission of information in an emergency.

Eight hundred miles expedited. That's a day's work.

However, for the loyal army, with the construction of the telegraph line from Shanhaiguan to Shenyang, the transmission of news was only a blink of an eye.

The advent of the telegraph fundamentally changed the traditional communication, and although it was limited by technology and other reasons since Zhu Mingzhong invented the simple telegraph two years ago, only a few lines were opened, but even so, the telegraph still played a key role in Jiangbei's military and political affairs. However, to this day, the telegram is still top secret to Jiangbei. Few people know this kind of "secret" that can be passed on for thousands of miles. However, there is no way for the outside world to know, but the telegraph office is well aware of its responsibilities.

In November, the Kanto region is completely covered in snow and ice, and the weather is unusually cold, and there are occasional storms and heavy snowfall. Even the official roads were blocked by heavy snow. When people are walking along the official road, they can't tell whether it is a road under their feet, only the continuous telegraph poles on the side of the road remind the humanitarian road where it is, and the poles that have become black after soaking in tar are standing in the ice and snow.

Because of the cold weather and stormy winds, the icy telegraph lines were broken a lot, so on the line between the telegraph station, there was always a lineman to check to ensure that the line was unimpeded.

When the lineman was checking the line in the snow under the wind and snow, in the newspaper room of the post station - limited by the distance of current transmission, a newspaper room needed to be set up every dozens of miles, and the post station and service station on the official road were naturally used, the scale of the newspaper room was not large, but there were only a few houses, and in one of the windowless rooms, a telegraph was crackling, which was a secret language that only an expert could understand.

The operators in front of the telegraph were all young, in fact only fifteen or sixteen years old, and they were all army-trained operators. Although they are young, but the telegram notes sent and received by their hands are probably not less than thousands of zhang, but even so, when receiving the newspaper, when they look at the note, they will also frown, to spell those dots and horizontal and then will be translated into numbers, the Chinese telegraph code uses four Arabic numerals as the Chinese character code, each Chinese character corresponds to a four-digit number from 0001 to 9999, and the telegraph operator has to remember thousands of Chinese characters in addition to the 10 digit telegraph code, but also to remember thousands of Chinese characters four-digit telegraph code. Therefore, the training of telegraph operators is also extremely difficult.

However, even if the workload is extremely large, if you translate thousands of kilometers of telegrams. They were often able to translate the code of a telegram based on the click of a telegraph and then copy a four-digit code on paper. At the same time, the telegram they had just received would be translated in their minds.

"Shenyang, send the same text to the next station......"

This is the beginning of the normal one, Shenyang refers to the receiving station of the telegram, and the stations in the middle naturally have to send out the same text, which is the normal transmission procedure of the telegram.

Recently, there seem to be more and more telegrams, the operator pondered, especially with the opening of the telegram to the military office two months ago, the workload of the telegraph office has suddenly increased more than ten times, compared with military affairs, the military government has more government affairs, especially when Dawangxing is located in Shenyang.

"Should apply for another operator."

Distracted, the director of the newspaper room actually forgot to listen to the sound of the machine. When he turned around, he had already missed a message, and he held up the note, and in his mind translated the dots into numbers, and then the numbers into Chinese characters.

"10 a.m. on the 6th day of the 1st ...... November"

At the same time, he quickly copied the message with a pencil, then put down the note, and continued to listen to the "tick" sound.

"Emperor Yongli went to the imperial mausoleum to worship ......"

It was a telegram related to the Yongli Emperor, and this kind of telegram was too common.

“…… Yu died suddenly in the imperial mausoleum......"

Death!

Although there were too many telegrams for him, he did not react at first when he wrote these two words, and even when he wrote these two words, he continued to translate the next word.

The improvised telegraph was still ringing there. Those words came to the mind of the telegraph operator who was translating the telegram. He read the two words in the telegram again.

"Death."

Suddenly staring at the telegram in his hand with wide eyes, his eyes fixed on it. At this time, his face turned pale, and it took a while before he said a word.

"The emperor, the emperor is dead......"

This astonishing news was soon sent out again from the newspaper office, and spread as fast as lightning through all the newspaper offices leading to Shenyang, and ten minutes later, the telegram was delivered to the palace of King Huai and to the hands of King Huai.

Almost at the same time, in the post station leading to Shanhaiguan, Zhang Huangyan, who was stranded in the post station because of the snowstorm, looked at the book as before, and occasionally picked up a teacup to drink tea.

The reason why his mood is complicated is not because he didn't get what he wanted from Zhu Mingzhong, but because he knew the news he didn't want to know, and it was precisely because of this that his mood seemed so heavy.

Sometimes, some of the answers are not what people want to know.

However, even so, Zhang Huangyan still chose to go to Beijing and become a cabinet minister, which is the lifelong wish of many Wenchen, but as he got closer and closer to Beijing, his mood became heavier and heavier.

Looking at the history book in his hand, looking at the rebellion of the Eight Kings recorded in the Book of Jin, Zhang Huangyan, who was in a depressed mood, frowned, and finally he sighed, and then looked out the window. Outside the house, the wind was howling, and the wind was whipping up showers of snowflakes, knocking on the glass windows from time to time, as if someone was banging on the windows there. The glass window was the only one of the few in the inn, only in the Tianzi room, and the other windows were all paper windows.

Staring at the frost flowers on the glass window, Zhang Huangyan's mood seemed a little heavy, it was winter now, if it was spring. What will happen to the world after spring?

Will it be like what is written in the history books, the world will fall into chaos again? Just then the door was pushed open, and a man ran in, a post man from the inn.

"Your Excellency...... The emperor is dead! ”

With a "pounce", the book fell from Zhang Huangyan's hand, he stood up suddenly, and then stared at the person in front of him.

"What did you say?"

Hearing the shocking news reported by the visitor, Zhang Huangyan grabbed his clothes, and his hand grabbed the leather jacket of the post man like iron tongs.

The waiter's fur jacket was covered with snowflakes, and he gasped for breath and repeated in a low, shocked tone.

"Just now, there was a letter from the Beijing division to change horses, saying, saying that the emperor died, yes, it was a letter sent by the imperial court......"

His hands were loosened, and the post man breathed a sigh of relief, Zhang Huangyan stood there, standing motionless, he even forgot to breathe, and Lu Liuliang and the others also heard the post guard's words.

The emperor is dead!

But it was only a moment's effort, and the news spread in the small post station, and everyone put down what they were doing and looked at each other silently, and they were also stunned by the news.

Outside the door, the snow was falling and the wind was howling.

"Someone must have murdered the emperor!"

The sudden words made everyone shiver.

Everyone knows very well what this sentence means, it means that some people are not subordinate, and some people kill the king.

Someone killed the king!

Zhang Huangyan looked into the distance in amazement, his eyes were staring at the window, staring at the wind and snow that were beating on the window, listening to the howling wind outside the window, he seemed to hear the sound of Jin Ge's iron horse, and saw the scene of the world falling into chaos again.

Why is this happening?

Why did the emperor suddenly fall ill and die?

"Your Majesty, the emperor is at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, what, how can you say that you will leave......"

Zhang Huangyan's muttering fell into Luo Lun's ears, and he said in a deep voice.

"The emperor must be murdered!"

Who plotted to kill the emperor?

Is it King Huai? Or the King of Chu?

No one knows the answer, but everyone has their own answer in their heart. Compared with everyone's speculation, Zhang Huangyan's mood became heavier.

The emperor is dead!

The emperor died like this!

If the emperor stays for 10,000 years, will he die?

No one knows the answer, but Zhang Huangyan subconsciously linked the emperor's death with himself, who killed the emperor, this ...... It doesn't matter!

No one knows the answer, and no one will admit it, but one thing is for sure, the emperor is dead!

Died of such an unknown violent illness!

"The one who kills the monarch must be the Chu Domain!"

Lu Liuliang's tone was extremely positive, the reason why he believed so was because the emperor suddenly fell ill and died after arriving in the Forbidden City, and Huai Fan might not have that chance to do it if he wanted to.

"Chu Fan ......"

Could it be the hand of the Chu Domain? Why did Li Ziyuan suddenly make a move at this time?

Zhang Huangyan really can't see what good it is for him to start now, but who else will there be besides Li Ziyuan? Could it be......

When the appearance of King Huai appeared in his mind, he subconsciously shook his head and said to himself in his heart.

"Impossible, impossible......"

Can...... Who else but them?