Chapter Forty-Eight: Does It Matter?

The woman will be suspicious, "You really didn't lie to me?" ”

"Do I have to lie to you?"

"Where's my sister?"

Mu Fan suddenly stopped talking, and after a while, he said slowly: "I can arrange for you to come over, I can't say where she is." ”

The woman said, "So, you are a good person?" ”

"I didn't kill your sister." Mu Fan didn't answer the question of the good guy and the bad guy, he let go of the woman's wrist, "Who asked you to come over and kill me?" ”

The woman withdrew her wrist and moved it twice, "An old man." ”

"What kind of old man? In what place? Who gave you the poison? And who gave you the dagger? ”

"How can I think of you asking so many questions at once. Well...... An old man came to me a few days ago and told me about my sister and gave me medicine and a dagger. ”

Mu Fan frowned and said, "How did you get into the camp?" ”

The woman said, "Zhang Feng arranged it." ”

"Him?" Mu Fan's brows furrowed even tighter, the scar on his chin twitched slightly, and the corners of his eyes seemed to have a cloudy feeling.

"He said that I was good-looking, and asked me to serve you, so he arranged for me to deliver snacks." The woman looked at his gloomy face, as if frightened.

Mu Fan said: "What does that old man look like?" ”

"I forgot."

"Think about it."

The woman frowned, in a pensive manner. After thinking about it for a long time, his brows stretched, but his face was still the same, "I really can't remember." ”

"Okay, you go down, I'll go to Zhongping later, and he'll take you to see your sister." Mu Fan waved his hand and motioned for the woman to go down.

The woman sighed and slowly withdrew from the tent.

There are many exercises in the world that confuse the mind, and most women are confused by the old man's use of the exercises. If she thinks about it, she can't think of it in her life.

Mu Fan picked up the poisoned pastries and put them in his mouth one by one, there was no way, all poisons did not invade, poisonous pastries were similar to pastries. After eating the pastry, he went back to the yamen, where he had lived a few months ago, took a hot bath in it, and then lay down on the bed, as if suddenly a thought had come to him, and he snorted.

What kind of bullshit assassination, do you need to care? No, does it matter who does it? Phew, it doesn't matter. No matter how you make a fuss, I, Mu Fan, will always live well.

He put the assassination behind him and thought carefully about the problems after he was promoted to a second-rank general. Position promotion means that there is the right to recruit more soldiers, more mutinies are fundamental, and everything else is false.

Beihua fell into the hands of the generals headed by Lin Shuai, and the power of the army was unprecedentedly expanded, and the power of the generals was surprisingly large. The imperial court could not control the finances of the army, resulting in wealthy generals almost turning the army into a private army. The question is, if it becomes a private army, who is willing to go to war. It's all private, and the dead are not a loss to the imperial court.

In this regard, the little emperor has to thank Lin Shuai. The financial power of the generals had already begun in the first emperor, but at that time most of them were done in secret. Now it's no longer covered, and it looks ugly to eat. Without Lin Shuai, Beihua may not have an army to defend against the enemy.

Today, the main royalists of the imperial court are the twelve academies and civil officials. The Gao family is huge, and it is very influential among civil officials and military generals, but Lin Shuai coerced the Son of Heaven to order the princes, and the blow to the Gao family and the twelve academies was very fierce.

Today, a group of elders of the Gao family have taken a back seat and do not make a head bird. The twelve academies were not united enough, and the little emperor was too young to be organized.

Lin Shuai's worries were right, the little emperor was older and more sophisticated. Relying on the natural banner of the supremacy of imperial power to absorb the twelve academies and the Gao family, as well as civil officials, it may not be possible to settle the situation by relying on Jiangmen alone.

Mu Fan touched the scar between his eyebrows, groaned, and gathered his divergent thoughts back. No matter what happens later, now if you have money and power, you can have soldiers, how good. There is no shortage of money, provided by the Mu family and Baili Mountain. right, the title of the second-rank general has arrived, and the army can be expanded by one million.

There are many generals who only have titles, after all, there are so many soldiers. In the past, it was possible to barely suppress the expansion of the army, but this year it is difficult, and the unspoken rules have been formed. If there are no vacancies, the army can be expanded, but it cannot be expanded to the full number, at most half the number. If the establishment itself is normal, for example, the Left Route Army can have 100,000 people, and after the defense of Yuntui City, there are only more than 60,000 people left, and it can be replenished to 100,000 by itself.

In a word, it's a chaotic world. Without Lin Shuai, Beihua would have split into a small country controlled by a few warlords and mired in endless conquests.

The situation in western Xinjiang is even worse, several large families are becoming more and more discordant, and contradictions are backlogged to a critical point. This war with the demon clan and the invasion of Beihua is not a way to divert domestic contradictions.

The situation of Dongze has improved, and its advantage in the Three Kingdoms has gradually increased, but the internal affairs have become more chaotic, and the court has been seriously overturned. The unspoken rules of officialdom in the past are gone, they are all in the end, and if you grab the handle, you will let the whole family die, and you will do what you say.

Chaos, more and more chaos, or the beginning of the world of great strife, or the beginning of the self-destruction of mankind.

As for which one it is, it is the benevolent who sees the benevolent, and the wise who sees the wise.

Early the next morning, Mu Fan got up from his bed and summoned Zhong Ping and his generals. After everyone arrived, he went to the lobby of the yamen to discuss matters.

Mu Fan got straight to the point, "I am already a second-rank general, and the order for your promotion will be issued soon." Let's talk about the Left Army. ”

When everyone heard that they were going to be promoted, they immediately became interested.

Mu Fan said: "Our army can have 500,000 people, now ...... We have only 60,000 people, which is too little, and we need to replenish. ”

When it comes to the issue of troops, everyone's eyes are beginning to shine. 60,000 and 500,000, almost a tenfold difference. They climbed up from the Wupin generals, and they knew too well that the strength of the army was linked to their confidence in speaking.

If you have a soldier in your hand, your waist will be hard.

Zhang Feng said: "How to levy?" There are ...... in various areas"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the people in the lobby understood what he meant.

The more troops, the more confident you are, everyone understands the truth, and those generals have already divided the area. Newly appointed generals often have to visit the veteran generals and negotiate with the veteran generals in order to obtain reinforcements. The so-called visits and deliberations are nice words, in other words, it is to recognize the boss, to show obedience or to join the veteran.

Mu Fan said: "I was thinking about this last night. ”

Ding Xin asked, "How to solve it?" ”

"We pay to recruit soldiers and horses, and we recruit troops from all of Beihua!"

Ding Xin subconsciously said: "What? ”

The other people were no less surprised than Ding Xin, and recruiting troops for the entire Beihua was tantamount to openly angering all the generals. Shooting the first bird, some people have thought of it before, but no one dares to do it. The gate will not allow anyone else to touch their bread, and anyone who stretches out his hand will be killed, which is not negotiable.

Mu Fan said: "Scared? ”

Ding Xin said: "If the general does this, it will be equivalent to challenging all the old generals." Under the willingness to live and die with the general, others ...... I don't care if I want it or not. ”