Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

"Then report it. Even if the Hezhou Prefecture sends a coroner to investigate, they shouldn't find anything wrong. You draft the document for me, and once it's done, just stamp it and send it to the post station."

Long Qingxue responded and got up to go to the next room to grind ink and lay out paper.

After the documents were delivered to the post station, Lin Mo led his men to the residence of Master Wang.

He left Zhang Tie and the guards outside, then put on a gas mask and a detector and went inside alone.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, Lin Mo picked and chose, taking all the cultivators into his spatial storage.

They then threw the bodies of ordinary people from Zheng San's pirate group into the yard.

After storing the poison gas bomb in his spatial storage, he finally left the Wang family mansion.

Eighty li west of Lianhai County, the seat of the Thousand Household Office.

Commander Sun Can sat on a tiger-skin chair, holding a teacup as his trusted aide reported on the whereabouts of Zheng San and his group.

Zheng San was his most capable scout captain, and his thirty-odd men were all veterans who had followed him through thick and thin for many years. They were his usual black gloves.

But the black-gloved man has been gone for three whole days, and there has been no news of him.

Sun Can had no choice but to send someone to his father-in-law's house to inquire, since Zheng San was doing private work on the orders of Master Wang, and there had to be some response.

However, after waiting for a long time, the soldier who was sent to inquire about the news rushed back on horseback, bringing back news that made Sun Can frown!

A plague broke out in the Wang family mansion, and all 108 members of the family perished.

The county government office has been sealed off, and no one is allowed to approach it. Anyone who violates this rule will be dealt with as if they have violated the epidemic prevention order.

Sun Can's grip on the teacup tightened, and his face turned extremely ugly:

"Is there nothing wrong with the county government office?"

"No!"

"Excellent tactic!"

Sun Can's face grew increasingly ashen.

Zheng San was a second-rate, third-level expert. He led more than thirty veterans to surround a poor county government office. Logically speaking, it should have been as easy as stepping on an ant.

But the county government office was unharmed, and Zheng San and his group disappeared without a trace. His father-in-law and his entire family died of the plague!

Sun Can could figure out the trickery involved even with his toes.

Just as he was speculating about the connection, a heart-wrenching wail came from the inner room.

His wife, Wang Cuihua, rushed out of the backyard with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes. She grabbed his leg and began to wail.

"My lord! You must avenge my parents! They died unjustly, their eyes wide open in death! If you don't help them, I'll smash my head against this military tent and die! My mother..."

Sun Can's temples throbbed from the howling, and he forcefully shook the howler off, pacing back and forth in front of the hall several times.

To be honest, he really didn't want to get involved in this mess.

The newly arrived magistrate couldn't possibly be unaware that Master Wang was his father-in-law. Knowing this, his ruthless methods clearly indicate he had the confidence to act so decisively!

He knew Wang Yuanwai's true character all too well. Over the years, Wang had been running rampant in Lianhai County under his name, extorting money from everyone and incurring the wrath of both heaven and man. Sooner or later, trouble was bound to come.

But he did marry the only daughter of the Wang family, and his father-in-law's dowry was enough for him to support a hundred households of soldiers. Over the years, he had also been putting a lot of money into his pocket.

Now that the man is dead, if he doesn't even show his face, who will dare to show respect to Commander Sun after word gets out?

"Alright, stop howling!"

Sun Can shoved away his wife, who then lunged at him, and roared towards the door with a livid face.

"Summon the army doctor, Old Zhao, bring the autopsy equipment and a squad of personal guards. I'm going to Lianhai County myself to see what kind of plague this is."

On the earthen platform in the backyard of the county government office, Lin Mo stood straight, his dark training uniform fluttering in the sea breeze.

Fifty bald men stood in five rows below the stage, all wearing the same gray training uniforms. Their ranks were straight and orderly, a far cry from the group of refugees who had huddled against the wall waiting for food.

These days, with food and lodging provided, and white rice with braised pork at every meal, the hollows in my cheeks have gradually become fuller, my chest has also swelled up, and my eyes have gained more energy and spirit.

"Forward! March!"

At Zhang Tie's command, fifty pairs of liberation shoes bought from the main world were smashed onto the rammed earth, raising a cloud of yellow dust.

The procession marched past Lin Mo, their steps not exactly uniform, but they already possessed a distinct and imposing air.

"Greetings, comrades!"

"Greetings, sir!"

The roar of fifty voices sent a flock of seabirds fluttering away from the old locust tree.

"You've worked hard!"

"Fight for democracy!"

The slogans were shouted loudly, the procession marched past the earthen platform, and finally stood in a straight line at the end of the courtyard, the fifty people standing still.

Apart from Lin Mo, everyone present, including Zhang Tie who was giving commands, didn't understand what the point was of making them march in formation, stand at attention, and fold paper into neat squares every day.

Instead of wasting time on this, you should practice your swordsmanship a few more times and shoot a few more arrows.

Zhang Tie had muttered about it behind Lin Mo's back more than once, but Lin Mo never explained.

Once they're actually on the battlefield, they'll understand that the four words "strict discipline" are more effective than any fancy tricks.

A team that doesn't disperse at the sound of gunfire and doesn't flinch at the sight of a dead body relies not on individual bravery, but on discipline ingrained in their very bones.

"Zhang Tie".

Lin Mo stepped down from the earthen platform and patted the dust off his shoulder.

"Starting tomorrow, we will train in the morning and organize the construction of barracks in the afternoon."

News of the relief food has spread, and more and more people will arrive in the future, so they will need a place to stay.

Bedding, cooking utensils, and firewood should all be prepared in advance, so that no one sleeps on the floor when they arrive.

"Yes, sir."

Zhang Tie nodded in agreement, then scratched the back of his head, causing dandruff to fly everywhere.

"How are your academic studies going?"

Zhang Tie's face immediately fell. He would fight and do chores without batting an eye, but when it came to recognizing characters, it was like eating bitter herbs. His eyelids would droop as soon as he opened his exercise book.

"It's alright."

His voice sounded so guilty that it was completely unconvincing.

"Light is not enough. If you want to become an official in the future, how can you do it without knowledge?"

If you can't read official documents or military reports, how can I promote you in the future?

Study hard, don't fall behind.

Zhang Tie nodded vigorously, his voice even louder than when he shouted the command earlier.

Lin Mo turned to Liu Si.

This old official was the oldest, and his legs weren't as nimble as the younger ones, but he was quick-witted and learned things faster than Zhang Tie and Wang Laonian.

He had previously worked as a scribe in the county government and had some literacy skills, so Lin Mo assigned him to oversee the construction of the limestone mine in the north of the city.

He's been working at the mine these past few days, and his face has gotten quite tanned, but his energy is much better than when he used to sit in the sun outside the government office.

"How are the limestone and iron mines outside the city doing?"

"Reporting to you, sir, the foundations for the two kilns and the surrounding buildings are almost complete."

As Liu Si spoke, he pulled a booklet from his pocket. The cover was neatly bound with needle and thread, and inside it was densely covered with crooked and messy writing.

"These are some of the problems I encountered on site, and I've written them all down."

"speak!"