"Special, special."

Ma Jiang couldn't help but curse again. He really didn't understand what the Guan Ningjun transport team was doing. Don't they know to check the cart before they go out?

A small convoy of dozens of cars in total, and the travel speed is not fast, but in just a few miles, 5 or 6 cars are particularly broken.

5 or 6 cars, which is more than the number of large cars in this fleet.

With so many goods thrown off, he wasted all his thoughts before moving them to his carriage.

Ma Jiang looked up at his poor car again.

What a pathetic!

His usual two-horse carriage was now towed by four horses.

But the pull of the four pack horses, pulling the pile of four-wheeled carriages like hills, could only move carefully and slowly.

Listening to the terrible 'creaking, creaking' sound constantly coming from his beloved car, Ma Jiang's heart was full of irritability.

The cargo of these 5 or 6 carts is indeed a bit beyond the load of his car. If it weren't for the rush to transfer this batch of goods to Jinzhou, Ma Jiang would be reluctant to use his car like this. After this trip, he definitely had to overhaul his car.

"Damn, what do you call this!" Ma Jiang thought irritably.

Seeing the carriage that was piled up but still moving at a uniform speed, Zhou Yuji was stunned.

Master Ma, this car is too fierce. They all pulled 5 or 6 large truckloads of goods, and they could still keep up with the normal speed of the convoy.

If he only pulls a big cart of goods, he may be able to keep up with the speed of light cycling.

Staring at Ma Jiang's four-wheeled carriage, Zhou Yuji's eyes welled up with envy.

If the Guan Ning army can be equipped with this kind of carriage, then all the baggage equipment of their general banner can be easily pulled away by this carriage. How much faster would they have to march then?

"It's a pity," Zhou Yuji looked at Ma Jiang's back and shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that such a good carriage can only be used as a car for these big people." It's a shame. ”

Shaking his head and leaving the regret in his heart behind, Zhou Yuji urged Ma to rush to Ma Jiang.

"Master Ma, although I don't thank you for my great kindness, I want to say to you here, thank you very much."

Patting the horse and rushing to Ma Jiang's side, Zhou Yuji clasped his hands into fists and sincerely saluted Ma Jiang.

Zhou Yuji is the leader of the transport team. He is absolutely to blame for the successive problems with this big car.

There were so many big cars in an accident, if there was no four-wheeled carriage from Ma Jiang to help, then Zhou Yuji would either throw off these faulty vehicles, or he would have to delay the delivery of goods.

But whether it was overdue, or he lost such a large amount of military funds, then he Zhou Yuji was considered to have committed a major mistake in the army. Even if Shangguan is gracious and doesn't cut off his head, he will never be able to escape from at least a military stick around him.

Ma Jiang is willing to use a car to help him, no matter what Ma Jiang's reason is, but for Zhou Yuji, it can be regarded as a life-saving grace.

He Zhou Yuji can't take out anything else now, but at least he can't pretend to be confused. This thanks, Zhou Yuji just wants to tell Ma Jiang that he Zhou Yuji acknowledges his affection.

Rolling his eyes and glancing at Zhou Yuji, Ma Jiang replied angrily: "Thank you, as long as your car doesn't have any more accidents, then I will burn high incense." ”

Ma Jiang was telling the truth. If there is another big car accident, then Ma Jiangke really can't do anything.

Zhou Yuji and Ma Jiang in the conversation didn't pay attention, and the 5 or 6 foot soldiers who followed at the end of the team had ugly faces like dead parents.

A few miles away, next to the first damaged cart, a caravan of merchants searched for a long time around the damaged cart, but could not find anything.

Beijing, Beizhen Fusi Prison

The peaceful edict of the past was broken by a series of sudden and hurried footsteps.

Zhang Zhaozhong, who was in charge of the prison affairs on behalf of the prison guards, led several people with the cell boss and hurried to the 'Xuan' prison area. The cell head pointed to a cell and whispered to Zhang Zhaozhong: "Lord Qianhu, this is that person's cell. ”

"Open the door."

Before Zhang Zhaozhong could speak, a shrill voice came out of the mouth.

"Open the door."

Zhang Zhaozhong waved his hand to urge the cell boss who was a little stunned, and quickly opened the cell door.

When the cell door opened, a gray-haired old man in the cell heard the door open and slowly stood up from a desk.

The old man had a delicate face, a long beard under his chin, and the appearance of a great Ming scribe. But as soon as he stood up, his figure, which was more than seven feet tall, stood as straight as a gun, and the whole person exuded a sense of arrogance and unyielding strength.

"Are you going to take me to church? Allow me to take the self-defence. ”

The old man saw the clothes of the outsiders, and a trace of anger seemed to flash in his eyes. He hurriedly lowered his head, hiding his gaze as he reached for a stack of papers on the table.

"Mr. Xiong, you don't need to take any self-defense documents. We're not here to show you through. He took a step forward and stopped the old man's movements.

He looked around at the cell. Seeing that there was only a small window in this cell, although the lighting was not too good, and there was only one table, one stool and one bed in the room, which was very simple but clean and tidy, Gao Qiqian nodded with satisfaction. Looking back, Gao Qiqian said to Zhang Zhaozhong: "There are thousands of households to get more candlesticks, and the light in this room is still a little darker." ”

Ignoring Zhang Zhaozhong, who was leaving, he turned to face the stunned old man, and shouted solemnly: "The Holy Lord's edict, Xiong Tingbi listens to the order." ”

Hearing the words 'Holy Commandment', Xiong Tingbi, who was as straight as a gun, knelt down and touched the ground with his head bowed. Xiong Tingbi shouted excitedly: "The criminal minister Xiong Tingbi listens to the holy words of my emperor. ”

Gao Qiqian straightened his body, and said with a solemn face: "Holy Commandment, Xiong Tingbi, I heard that you have always known soldiers, and you know the situation in Liaodong well. I have a Liaodong plan, Xiong Tingbi, you will comment on the review to see if it is feasible. ”

After Gao Qiqian finished speaking, he waved his hand to signal his entourage to put a bag of paperwork on the desk, and reached out to support Xiong Tingbi.

"Mr. Xiong, please!"

Xiong Tingbi, who knelt down to listen to the order, couldn't help but feel disappointed when he heard that the holy parable did not mention the crime he was carrying. After a pause, he replied in a low voice: "The sin is under the order." ”

Standing up, Xiong Tingbi saw that what was on the desk was not a piece of music, but several thick volumes. His face instantly became vivid, and his eyes couldn't help but light up a little.

After flipping through a few pages of the dossier, Xiong Tingbi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his whole person became more and more dignified.

The sound of footsteps came, and Zhang Zhaozhong personally brought several candlesticks and sent them to the room diligently.

Gao Qiqian reached out and took the candlestick, lit the candles one by one, and gently placed them in the four corners of the desk.

Xiong Tingbi had already picked up the pen at this time, and quickly recorded something on a piece of paper, without paying the slightest attention to the candlestick placed by Gao Qiqian. Xiong Tingbi was completely immersed in the dossier.

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