"To report to His Highness the Crown Prince, ten thousand soldiers of the Devil's Legion are stationed outside the Imperial City. The Imperial City defenders came forward to contact them, and the other party responded that they would wait until the Third Prince ordered them to arrive here..."
At the Prince's residence, a square-faced young man from the Intelligence Department was reporting to Mo Xiehui.
"Well...how is the military conduct of this devil army?"
Moye stopped reviewing, raised his head from the pile of paperwork, and said calmly.
"This... subordinates can see from a distance that this group of people has no discipline at all. They are all sitting or lying slumped on the ground, looking miserable..."
The square-faced man hesitated.
"Well...I know! You go down first..."
Moye said in deep thought.
"My subordinates resign..."
The square-faced man bowed and left the room.
"Third Brother, Third Brother! Have you given up? I heard earlier that you were stationed in the Qingzhou Military Camp to give up your efforts. It seems that the effect was not good and you gave up!"
Mo Xie narrowed his eyes and murmured softly.
"But it's true that it's a bunch of ruffians and trying to transform them into elite soldiers is nothing more than a dream! What effect can the two elite teams given to you by Xiao Yuxin and Lao Er alone do? I'm afraid that when the time comes, those who are close to Zhu will be close to each other.
Mo Zhehei, these two elite teams have also been led astray!"
These people were all controlled by Mo Xie, and he knew their composition very clearly.
The soldiers in each army are arrogant and disobedient to the discipline of their superiors. They think they have some strength and are pretentious and do not obey anyone.
Now it seems that the discipline of this group of people is even more lax when they get together. The third brother's team is not in shape, so it does not pose any threat to him.
Mo Xie's lips curled up slightly, he was in a good mood and continued to immerse himself in marking documents.
…
Jingce Mansion.
"Lao Liu, how are you preparing?"
Mo Wen stood with his hands behind his hands and asked.
"Ready!"
Liu Zhoucheng replied.
After returning from yesterday, Mo Wen felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, which made Liu Zhoucheng full of doubts.
"Well...my people are already in place outside the imperial city, let's go!"
Mo Wen nodded and said.
"Okay, Third Master!"
Liu Zhoucheng bowed and saluted.
The two of them walked towards the gate of Jingce Mansion, one behind the other.
At the gate, there were more than 300 people standing, all wearing the clothes of the servants of the mansion.
"Old Liu, what's going on?"
Mo Wen turned around and looked at Liu Zhoucheng, confused.
These people are the same people he brought back from the slums earlier. Now they are standing outside the door one by one, carrying packages and luggage on their backs.
"Third Master, I contacted the rest of the military through them earlier, and then these people knew that you were leaving Jingce Mansion and heading to the fiefdom, and they all wanted to follow you spontaneously..."
Liu Zhoucheng explained.
"Isn't this nonsense! Drive them back to me, and I will settle the score with you later..."
Don't ask for a drink.
"Your Highness, Third Prince, please don't blame Butler Liu. We followed him voluntarily..."
A learned old woman was pushed out by the women in the crowd, and she said aloud.
Mo Wen glanced hard at Liu Zhoucheng, who responded with a wry smile.
Lao Liu feels miserable!
You can’t blame me for this!
Who knew they would do this before?
"Everyone, this trip is far away and requires a long journey. The conditions in the fiefdom are difficult, so you should stay at home. I am afraid your body cannot withstand such a torment..."
Mo Wen said something serious and sincere.
"Your Highness, Third Prince, thanks to you, we can have a place to live. These days, we have been well fed and clothed in the Jingce Mansion. The people in the mansion are very harmonious and warm. But I am waiting for you.
I have always felt that I am ashamed of myself towards His Highness the Third Prince..."
The old woman continued.
"We are here, we can just serve tea and pour water, but we can't help His Highness the Third Prince to do anything. When we found out through Butler Liu that you wanted to call people to develop and build a new territory, we made a plan in private
, we will also go to your territory together to help contribute..."
The old, weak, women and children in the crowd also looked at Mo Wen expectantly, hoping that he would nod in agreement.
Mo Wen looked at everyone's eager eyes, and his heart was filled with a warm current.
Liu Zhoucheng was also moved when he heard this. The development conditions in the territory must be more difficult than those in Jingce Mansion, but they still chose to go there, which is really commendable.
"I appreciate everyone's kindness. You don't have to do this. Your work in the house has already exceeded your food and accommodation..."
Mo Wen persuaded.
"Your Highness, the Third Prince, we have made up our mind to go, and we hope that you can fulfill your wish! You saved our lives. We feel uneasy if we don't follow you and do our part this time. If His Highness, the Third Prince, does not agree, we can only
Went on our own..."
Before Mo Wen could finish his words, he was directly interrupted by the old woman.
"I heard that the people who are going this time are all family members of martyrs, just like us. We are in the team and can quickly get involved with them. We can promote the conduct of His Highness the Third Prince to them and help you stabilize people's hearts. Let them see us.
The current situation allows them to regain confidence in their future life..."
Don't ask, your heart will move slightly when you hear the words.
This sentence spoke to his heart. The stability of people's hearts is crucial. This group of people can indeed help him stabilize people's hearts. Their background experiences are the same, which can form a good contrast for other military families to think about their future.
Life prospects are full of hope.
Liu Zhoucheng's eyes lit up. This old woman was not simple. She could think of such profound things.
"I have also read some poems and books, and I understand the importance of fiefdom construction and the hardships involved. But no matter how hard it is, can it be worse than when we were in the slums? At least no matter how hard it is, we can still have enough food and clothing.
We have been on tenterhooks all day long, afraid of strong winds, rain and snow. Your Highness, Third Prince, please take us with you! Otherwise, I will kneel here until you nod in agreement..."
The old woman burst into tears.
The old woman thought of the days and nights in the slums, and only she knew the sadness in it.
Her son and husband died in the battle, but she ended up with nothing to eat, no clothes to wear, and no place to live.
In the end, because of the arrival of the third prince, they were able to change their destiny. Now the third prince needs them, and the time has come for them to repay their kindness!
The old woman's words brought back sad memories for many people. Water mist condensed and rippled in their eyes, and many people were secretly wiping their tears with their sleeves.
"Your Highness the Third Prince, please take us with you!"
"Your Highness, Third Prince, let us go, we won't cause you any trouble..."
"Your Highness, Third Prince, just let us go. We are not afraid of hardship or tiredness..."
The women in the crowd all had red eyes and spoke.
A seven or eight-year-old girl poked her head out from behind a woman and said in a crisp voice.
"Brother, take Xiaohua with you. Xiaohua is not afraid of hardship or tiredness, and she also wants to help you..."
At this moment, everyone.
Wherever your heart goes, where your body goes, you will eventually reach your destination!
[Author's digression]: Here I am shamelessly asking all book friends for a wave of free banknotes!
It’s getting late, let’s take a shower and go to bed~