Du San always thought that military attachés were worthless, so he never thought of stationing at the military camp two miles away from Yangzhou City's Bianyi Gate. He found Zhang Yiguo, who was not helping with camp affairs, but was almost the same as one. He was surprised to find that Zhang Yiguo had not been seen for five days.

On official uniform

Bu Zi unexpectedly turned into a white pheasant that symbolizes elegance and calmness. The carved golden top on the official hat not only turned into a crystal top but also had an extra flower feather. It was either the fifth grade or the fifth grade. I don’t know which one it is.

The donation was recommended by Lei Yicheng.

The civil servants were already higher than the military officers, not to mention that Zhang Yiguo was now the fifth-rank leader. Du San did not dare to neglect him. He did not dare to take a closer look at the middle-aged Confucian scholar sitting aside, so he knelt down and reported: "Your Majesty, Du Weifang, pays homage to you."

Master Zhang..."

Zhang Yiguo didn't wait for him to finish, and asked with a gloomy face: "Du Weifang, the war is so tense, why did you only return to the camp today?"

"Mr. Zhang, the official asked me to take five days' leave. It was exactly five days from leaving the camp to returning to the camp."

"It's exactly five days. You are really accurate at this time." Zhang Yiguo stood up and stared closely: "If you return to the camp a little later, not only will you be held accountable, but the people who are your guarantee will also be held accountable."

Even the military attache has to sit down!"

"Mr. Zhang, I understand the military rules and regulations, so I took the opportunity to show my courage to you. I don't dare to delay, let alone harm my brothers in the camp."

"As long as you know, get up and speak."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang." There was a Confucian scholar in the room who was not easy to talk and had an extraordinary Confucian spirit. He could tell at a glance that he had some background. Du San didn't dare to say it in front of outsiders, but he thought that if he didn't say it, he would have no chance, so he could only force himself.

Scalp took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Zhang Yiguo respectfully: "Mr. Zhang, this is the letter that Mr. Han, the deputy envoy of the Lianghuai Salt Transportation Department, asked me to send you when my official came back."

Zhang Yiguo was stunned, took the letter and asked curiously: "You have gone to Hai'an, do you recognize Mr. Han?"

"I've been there before. I'll tell you the truth. I took leave just to see Mr. Han."

"I almost forgot, you and Mr. Han are from the same hometown."

Du San was about to say that he and Mr. Han were not just from the same hometown, but the Confucian scholar sitting next to him unexpectedly asked: "How are you doing, Mr. Han?"

"Mr. Han, everything is well. May I ask this gentleman his name?"

"My surname is Wu."

"Du Weifang, the deputy deputy co-organizer and guard officer, has met Mr. Wu!"

…

Anyone who recognized Han Si wanted to fawn over Du San, and while he was busy trying to get close to him, he suddenly noticed that Zhang Yiguo, who was reading the letter, didn't look right, and even frowned slightly. Du San quickly stepped aside, hanging his head and not daring to say anything.

"Yi Guo, what did Zhixing say in the letter?"

"It's nothing," Zhang Yiguo took a deep breath, then raised his head and said, "Du Shoubei, you should go back to the camp first. If anything happens, I will send someone to call you."

"Your Majesty, I obey your order. Your Majesty, please retire." Du San was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Watching Du San leave, Wu Wenming asked in confusion: "Yi Guo, what did Zhixing say?"

Zhang Yiguo handed over the letter and said with a wry smile: "The man named Du just now was not only a fellow villager with Mr. Han, but also had some friendship. He was greedy for life and feared death, did not dare to go into battle, and did not dare to escape from the battle, so he took leave and went to Hai'an to ask Mr. Han for help.

He has all come to visit me. Even if he is just a fellow villager and has no close friendship, Mr. Han cannot ignore it, so I asked him to come to me with this letter."

"Why did Zhixing get involved with such a fellow countryman? I really don't know where he came from from Wupinding!" Wu Wenming was also made to laugh and cry.

"You're just flattering me and trying to make camp everywhere, otherwise where else would this belt come from?" Zhang Yiguo sighed and said helplessly: "I, a civil servant in Zhang Yiguo, have no regard for life and death. He, a military officer, is so greedy for life and afraid of death, and he is like this

There are countless people who are greedy for life and afraid of death. Can this battle be won? Can these Cantonese bandits be wiped out?"

"Yiguo, don't say depressing words. Let's not talk about it far away. At least there is Mr. Lei in Jiangbei, there are Shuanglai, Qu Tenglong, Wen Shaoyuan, and you and me." Wu Wenming put down the letter, thought about it and said: "As for

This guy named Du, as you just said, there are countless people like him who are greedy for life and afraid of death. Rather than letting him stay in the camp and do bad things, it is better to send him away."

"Mr. Wu, it's easy to let him go. You can find any excuse to ask Mr. Lei to fire him. But if he is really fired, how will I explain to Mr. Han?"

"Zhixing only said in the letter that he would protect his life if possible, but did not say that he would protect his official position." Wu Wenming picked up the letter again and read it.

"Mr. Han didn't mention it in the letter, but I can't do that." Thinking of Han Xiufeng, who had intercepted the bandits together at Wanfu Bridge, Zhang Yiguo said apologetically: "Mr. Han not only entrusted so many brothers to me, Zhang Yiguo

The country even left me more than a thousand taels of public expenses in the camp. As a result, not only did I lose my people and money, but the more than a hundred brothers who died in the war didn't even receive pension money. I feel really ashamed when I think about it.

Master Han!"

"Zhixing didn't just entrust those local heroes to you, but to you and me. It's my fault to say this. If I hadn't rushed back to Yizhen to handle the funeral affairs of the two ancestors, I would have borrowed his blessing.

The people in Zhulang don’t dare to blatantly rob our people and money!”

Wu Wenming, who had just returned from Yizhen after arranging the funeral, became more and more angry as he thought about it. He clenched his fists and said, "The matter is now at this point. It's too late to say anything, but the pension money cannot be less. I will go to Fu Zhu later."

Lang'a, if he refuses to acknowledge the debt, I will go to Mr. Lei and ask Mr. Lei to seek justice."

"Mr. Wu, I have already reported this matter to Mr. Lei. Mr. Lei has already sent word that once the money is collected, he will allocate 1,500 taels to send it to Hai'an."

"More than a hundred lives are only worth one thousand five hundred taels?"

"The imperial court really can't come up with that much money, otherwise it wouldn't have allowed Mr. Lei to set up a bureau to raise wages. One thousand five hundred taels is already a lot, and this is because of the merits of those villagers who bravely guarded Wanfu Bridge.

When it comes to pensions, there are many young people who need to be compensated. Lin Fengxiang killed many people when he led his troops out of the city. The number of casualties among the young people recruited later is estimated to be thousands. There is not even a roster, let alone pensions."

Thinking that the war had reached this point and that the green battalion soldiers who died in the war had not even received a few taels of pension money, Wu Wenming said nothing more.

Zhang Yiguo's statement just now that he had put life and death aside was not a lie, because Dan Minglun, the former salt transport envoy to the Huaihe River and Huaihe River, who had been dismissed from his post and is now redeeming himself in the Jiangbei camp, took the initiative to find the 10,000-kilogram cannon.

Yangzhou

The city was surrounded by more than 10,000 people with eight banners. Green soldiers and rural warriors were about to attack the city, but he had already taken the initiative to ask Ying to be the vanguard. As soon as the city gate was blasted open or the city wall was blown down, he would personally lead more than 200 elite soldiers.

The chosen country warriors attacked the city.

Go into battle and kill the enemy with swords and guns without eyesight.

Zhang Yiguo didn't know if he could survive. He had written a suicide note two days ago. He didn't want to pay back the favors he owed while he was still alive. After being silent for a while, he raised his head and said, "Mr. Wu, didn't you just say that you were done paying my respects?"

Master Lei will go back to Yizhen to recruit young people to train Xiangyong. You might as well take this opportunity to ask Master Lei for a few people."

"VIP?"

"Regiment training, group training, must be practiced. If you don't practice, how can you protect the country and the people, and how can you help your fellow officers and soldiers to contain the bandits? Since you want to practice, you have to have a few instructors who are from the army, and they must be those who have been in battle and killed thieves."

Although Du is greedy for life and afraid of death, and has never actually been in battle, in the eyes of others, he is an elite soldier transferred by Lord Qishan from Xiang Rong. As long as you speak, Lord Lei will definitely agree."

"It's not difficult to say this. Mr. Lei will also give him face, but what's the point of asking someone like him who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"Just keep it if it's useless. Who told you and I to owe Master Han such a big favor?"

"That's right. It seems like this is the only way."

"Since Mr. Wu is willing to help with this, he must quickly ask Mr. Lei. The war is imminent, so it is better to draw troops before the battle sooner rather than later. If it is too late, it will definitely affect the morale of the soldiers."

"Okay, I'll go to the Fairy Temple right now." Thinking that once the fighting started, Zhang Yiguo would lead the charge into the city, and this farewell would probably be an eternal farewell. Wu Wenming felt sour in his heart, and couldn't help but clasping his hands and saying with sobs: "Yiguo, I'm leaving.

, you must cherish it!”

"Thank you, Mr. Wu." Zhang Yiguo returned the gift with his hand, then took off his official hat, looked at the crystal clear crystal on the official hat, stroked the flower feathers on the jade tube, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, I, Zhang Yiguo, don't care.
Chapter completed!