"This is Dujiazhai, don't move yet, I'll call Grandpa Seven to show you." ▲∴ three ▲ ∴ Jiang Pavilion ▲ ∴,"

Hearing this, Wang Mo turned his head to take a look, but only saw a back figure who turned to leave, it was a young girl.

At this time, Wang Mo's spirit was a little sober, and he carefully looked at the surrounding environment, this was a very primitive wooden house, and it seemed that it had just been built, and the wood still exuded the smell of logs.

Dujiazhai?

Is it a folk village, is this still not in Hubei, Wang Mo is a little unclear.

"Hey...... Hiss ......"

Wang Mo was about to turn over and get up, but there were bursts of tearing pain on his body, which made him have to lie back on the bed again. The pain of this body is most likely impossible to move in a short period of time.

After a while, a group of people walked into the wooden house, dressed very simple and plain, a bit like the poor peasants Wang Mo had seen in this era.

One of the old men walked to the side of the bed and took Wang Mo's pulse, nodded slightly, and said, "The young man's body is indeed very tough, and he has survived." As long as you take a little more time to recuperate, you will get better. ”

Wang Mo looked at everyone and couldn't help asking, "Excuse me, where is this?" ”

A middle-aged man with a Chinese face said: "Little brother, don't worry, we are not bad people, you were rescued by my second brother and son on the water of the Yangtze River, this is Dujiazhai." ”

It was Du Jiazhai's answer that really made Wang Mo feel like he was spurting a mouthful of blood on the spot, and he had to ask again: "I don't know where Du Jiazhai is in Hubei?" ”

The middle-aged man and a young man next to him glanced at each other, and then the young man replied, "This is not in Hubei, but Qingquangu in the Yimeng Mountains of Shandong." ”

What the! It's even far away in Shandong?

It's not good, I'm afraid there will be a big mess in Hubei!

Wang Mo knows very well that if he is assassinated and missing, the Sichuan army will inevitably go berserk, and Sichuan's father will definitely be furious.

No, the news that he is alive must be transmitted back as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo struggled to remember again. But the pain and weakness all over his body can only make his efforts useless.

"Don't move, young man, it's a blessing to have survived your wounds. Do not recuperate for a month. Don't try to get moving. The old man who gave Wang Mo a pulse just now stopped Wang Mo from struggling to get up.

"No, I can't delay for so long, I have something very important that must be done immediately." Wang Mo still ignored the pain on his body and struggled desperately to get up.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man persuaded, "Little brother." You can't move your body now, let alone do anything. No matter how important things are, they are not as important as your own life. ”

After struggling for a while, Wang Mo understood that with his current physical condition, it was impossible to get up.

After thinking about it, Wang Mo said to the middle-aged man who was obviously of high status among the people: "I want to send a very important telegram, I don't know if you can ask someone to help me send the telegram, I will thank you in the future!" ”

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, and said with some confusion: "Telegram? It's the people in the county town who said it. Is that the kind of thing that foreigners send letters? ”

The young man next to him said: "If you want to send a telegram, you have to go to a big city like Jinan or Qingdao to send it." ”

Hearing that he had to go to big cities like Jinan and Qingdao to send a telegram, and he was afraid that he would have to pay a lot of money, the middle-aged man frowned, and said to Wang Mo: "Little brother, must this telegram be sent?" If you want to report your safety to your family, I'll ask someone to bring you a letter. ”

Wang Mo immediately became anxious, grabbed the middle-aged man's hand, and begged again: "Uncle, no matter what." Please do me a favor, or I'll kill a lot of people! ”

At this time, the young man leaned into the middle-aged man's ear and said something, and the middle-aged man thought about it again and again, and finally reluctantly nodded and agreed: "Okay then." If you want to send a telegram, I will have someone rush to Jinan to send it for you immediately. ”

Wang Mo was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked them to take a pen and paper, write down a string of digital passwords, and handed them over.

Five days later, Hubei, Wuhan Governor's Mansion.

Syllable!

Another delicate and expensive teacup slammed into the ground. It was split in an instant, but the people in the Governor's Mansion had long been accustomed to this, and these days, the new Sichuan army commander always broke a few teacups every day.

"Did Wang Anlan recruit him, who bought him?" Wang Haoshan's eyes were red and he asked Ge Changchun, who was in charge of thoroughly investigating the assassination case.

After Wang Haoshan led the elite of the two divisions of the Sichuan Army into Hubei, he immediately turned the entire three towns of Wuhan upside down, and the assassin was infiltrated into the Hubei Army Alert Force in the dock area through Wang Anlan, the former commander of the Third Division of the Hubei Army, which was quickly discovered.

As a result, there is no doubt that the furious Wang Haoshan immediately arrested Wang Anlan and all the people who had anything to do with him and tortured him.

Ge Changchun shook his head and replied: "Wang Anlan should indeed not know who the person who bought him is, the other party acted meticulously, and never divulged a trace of identity information in front of him from beginning to end. ”

Hearing this, Wang Haoshan was even more irritable, and roared angrily: "Then you mean that Lao Tzu will never be able to dig out the murderer behind the assassination of Mo'er and avenge him?" ”

"Dashuai, even if there is no evidence or clues, the culprit behind the assassination of the young marshal must be one of the Beiyang Army, the Southern People's Party and the Japanese." Li Jian, commander of the Second Regiment of the Second Division of the Sichuan Army, stood up and said in a deep voice.

Syllable!

Hao Gang slammed the table, gritted his teeth and roared: "Since that's the case, then don't check!" Go to war, sweep away these despicable and shameless turtle sons one by one, and always avenge the young marshal! ”

"Yes, go to war!"

"Go to war and avenge the young marshal!"

"These turtle grandsons who should be cut with a thousand knives, let them bury the young marshal!"

……

A group of Sichuan army officers were furious, and they expressed their support for the war, and one by one they did not hesitate to be the enemy of the whole world to avenge the young marshal.

In such a situation, the only ones who can remain calm and rational are probably Ge Changchun and Li Jian, they know that the Sichuan army will only bring about its own destruction if it goes to war with the whole world like this, but they also know that they can't stop the marshal and the Sichuan officers and soldiers who are carried away by anger and hatred, and they can't help but feel gloomy in their hearts.

Just as Wang Haoshan was about to order the Sichuan army to go to war, a signal soldier walked in and handed Wang Haoshan a telegram sent to the Hubei Governor's Office.

As soon as Wang Haoshan looked at the telegram, he saw that it was full of untranslated numbers, so he impatiently threw it on the table next to him.

"Wait a minute, Marshal, can I read that telegram?" Ge Changchun noticed the telegram on the desktop and spoke.

Wang Haoshan looked displeased, and didn't understand why Ge Changchun cared about a telegram full of numbers, but he still handed the telegram to Ge Changchun.

Ge Changchun took the telegram and looked at it, his expression moved, and he handed the telegram to several high-ranking officers of the Second Division of the Sichuan Army, and said: "Division Commander Lu, Regiment Commander Li and Regiment Commander Zhang, take a look, is this telegram that kind of secret telegram?" ”

The word "secret electricity" shocked Lu Dayong, Li Jian and Zhang Wei together, especially Lu Dayong, who had been lifeless, as if he had come to life in an instant.

Since the assassination at the Hankou wharf, Lu Dayong has been in extreme self-blame and guilt, believing that it was his failure to protect the safety of the young marshal that led to the assassination of the young marshal. After Wang Haoshan came to Wuhan, he was extremely painful, and he pleaded guilty to Wang Haoshan many times.

Lu Dayong, the Sichuan Army officers who have been following Wang Mo all the year round, naturally knew that after Wang Mo established the Special Service Division, he used encrypted telegrams in the transmission of some confidential information, that is, "secret telegrams".

The Governor's Mansion suddenly received a "secret telegram", which could not help but give Lu Dayong and others some hope, after all, they did not find the body of the young marshal.

With great excitement, Lu Dayong picked up the telegram and saw that it was indeed not a plain-code telegram that the telegraph station staff could translate.

"Marshal, this telegram should be a secret telegram used by the Secret Service Division, and only the young marshal and the people from the Secret Service Department can translate it." Lu Dayong's voice trembled a little when he said this, which showed the excitement in his heart at this time.

"What?" Wang Haoshan stood up suddenly, he obviously understood what this meant, and his expression was excited.

The current top commander of the Secret Service Division, the blue wolf, was soon passed over, and when the blue wolf saw the telegram, Rao was always as cold as a block of ice, and he couldn't help but show a trace of excitement and joy.

"Marshal, this is the highest-level secret message of the Secret Service Division, and there are confidentiality regulations." The blue wolf reported to Wang Haoshan, and at the same time swept his eyes at the Sichuan army officers present, the meaning was self-evident.

As soon as the blue wolf said this, Lu Dayong and others from the Second Division of the Sichuan Army not only did not feel disappointed and unhappy, but were ecstatic and excited.

Wang Haoshan couldn't wait to say: "Here are all old brothers trusted by the Sichuan army, and there is nothing to keep secret. What exactly is the content of the telegram, hurry up and say! ”

All the officers of the Sichuan army seemed to understand something, and they all looked at the blue wolf with full attention, for fear of missing a word.

The blue wolf thought for a moment and replied: "Great marshal, this is a telegram from the young marshal to report safety, the content is 'peace, confidentiality, Ziwen'. ”

What the?

The young marshal is still alive!

Everyone was in disbelief at first, but there was a burst of ecstasy.

Wang Haoshan confirmed to the blue wolf very excitedly: "Are you sure it's a telegram from the young marshal?" Nothing can be wrong? , or is it someone else impersonating? He looked nervously at the wolf, for fear of hearing uncertain and negative answers.

The blue wolf nodded very affirmatively and replied, "Don't worry, the marshal is definitely a telegram from the young marshal." At this level, only the young marshal and I know now, and others can't pretend to be it. ”

"Well, that's great, Mo'er is alive, alive!" Wang Haoshan laughed excitedly.

Suddenly, a strange flush appeared on Wang Haoshan's face, and after laughing excitedly, there was a cough, coughing up a mouthful of blood on the spot, his whole body was weak, and he fell back and sat on the chair.

From great sorrow, to anger, to great joy, the intense fluctuations of emotions and the fatigue of these days, Wang Haoshan's tight string finally broke.

"Dashuai!"

Wang Haoshan's vomiting of blood shocked a group of Sichuan army officers, and they hurriedly stepped forward to check the situation, and the scene was in chaos. (To be continued.) )

PS: In fact, never deviated from the main line, the assassination was just a transition to the future.