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

The Flying Tigers guarding the city took the document, flipped through a couple of pages, and expressionlessly returned the rolled-up yellow silk to the messenger, pointing to the outside of the city gate:

"Wait here."

The newly appointed magistrate was a middle-aged scholar in his forties, with a neatly trimmed beard and wearing a brand-new blue official robe. He was followed by two attendants and a secretary.

Stopped at the city gate, he was embarrassed and about to lash out when he saw the dark muzzles of the machine guns on the city wall and swallowed his words.

He had heard how powerful this thing was; if it hit him, he would either die or be maimed!

Before the time it takes to drink a cup of tea is over, the sound of orderly footsteps can be heard throughout the city.

Zhou Ping personally led a team of eight fully armed Flying Tigers members who ran to the city gate and stood in formation in front of the new county magistrate.

Zhou Ping sized him up, took the appointment document from the team member, looked it over again, then looked up and said in a calm tone:

"How dare you, you audacious traitors, forge documents! Guards!"

"Take him down!"

Upon hearing this, two Flying Tigers members immediately stepped forward and grabbed the other person's arms from the left and right.

The man was terrified and struggled to shout:

"The document is genuine, I really am an official appointed by the imperial court! If you don't believe me, ask Prefect Cheng!"

But Zhou Ping and the others remained unmoved, waving their hands without turning their heads, and the Flying Tigers dragged him and his entourage through the city gate.

"This is rebellion! Rebellion!"

The screams of the newly appointed magistrate echoed for a few breaths inside the city gate.

The common people and martial arts practitioners on the street only peeked out once before continuing with their own business, and no one even put down their tea.

When the news reached Hezhou Prefecture, Cheng Qian was in his study reviewing official documents.

After hearing his subordinate's report, the brush in his hand snapped in two with a snap, the ink splattering onto the half-written memorial, spreading into a thick black blotch.

He jumped to his feet and slammed the broken pen to the ground.

"What a Lin Mo! First he set up his own army, then he disobeyed orders, and now he dares to imprison an official appointed by the imperial court!"

This is blatant rebellion!

He took a deep breath, sat back down at his desk, spread out a blank sheet of memorial paper, and picked up a new pen, dipping it in ink.

The charges he wrote about became increasingly serious.

They illegally occupied fertile land, forcibly abducted women, privately established armies, equipped them with armor and weapons, and held military power for themselves.

He disobeyed his superiors and was intercepted by his subordinates on his way to take office as the newly appointed magistrate of Cangwu County, where he was imprisoned; he also secretly colluded with rebels, plotting a rebellion, etc...

Any of these conditions would be sufficient to lead to the confiscation of property and the extermination of the entire clan.

After writing the last word, he put down his pen, sealed the memorial, and handed it to the guards who were already waiting nearby.

"Send it to the capital overnight by express courier."

The guard took the memorial, bowed, and withdrew.

Cheng Qian leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He wanted to see how long Lin Mo could keep up his act.

The capital city, the Imperial Study.

The rebellious memorials pouring in from all over the country piled up on the imperial desk, and the empress had not slept well for several days.

The personal maidservant quietly handed over another new memorial, whispering:

"Your Majesty, Cheng Qian from Hezhou has sent an urgent message, traveling 800 li."

The Empress reached out and took the folded book, scrolled through a few lines, her face grim. When she finished reading, she slammed the book heavily onto the imperial desk, making the teacup rattle.

"After Cao Dahai went to Lianhai, he disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead."

I already had my doubts, and now Lin Mo has defied orders to imprison court officials, recruit soldiers, collude with rebels, and disobey his superiors!

This is blatant rebellion!

The female official was so frightened that she held her breath and dared not utter a sound.

The Empress stood up and paced a few steps in the Imperial Study. Her hair was piled high, and her phoenix eyes held a commanding presence. With each step, the air in the Imperial Study grew even more heavy.

She stopped before the imperial desk, raised her phoenix eyes, gritted her teeth, and uttered the decree, word by word:

Relay my orders!

All troops stationed near Hezhou were to immediately set off to join Cheng Qian and jointly pacify Lianhai and Cangwu counties.

Lin Mo must be captured alive and brought back to Beijing for trial.

I want to ask him myself if he also wants to sit on the throne of the Great Xia Kingdom!

"It's Your Majesty!"

The female official accepted the order and left.

Upon receiving the imperial edict, the troops stationed near Hezhou swarmed towards the city like ants.

Military camps of all sizes arrived from all directions and set up camps stretching for miles outside Hezhou City.

Banners blotted out the sun, men neighed and horses neighed, and campfires stretched into an endless fiery dragon in the night.

Standing on the city wall, Cheng Qian looked at the dark camps and countless torches outside the city, and his confidence instantly increased.

With an army of over 50,000, it would only take the blink of an eye to flatten Lianhai.

He turned around and coldly gave an order to his deputy behind him:

"Issue my order: the Yue family has close ties with the traitor Lin Mo. Immediately shut them down, and all relevant personnel are to be imprisoned and await further orders!"

"yes!"

That night, the people of Hezhou City were awakened by a violent banging on their doors.

Countless torches poured out from both sides of the street, illuminating half of the street as if it were daytime.

Soldiers clad in armor charged at the forefront, their heavy boots clattering rhythmically on the bluestone slabs. Dogs barked wildly throughout the street, and windows along the street closed one after another, leaving only terrified eyes peeking through the cracks.

The once bustling main gate of the Yue Family Headquarters was smashed open by a thick wooden stake, and soldiers swarmed in.

Cheng Qian rode a tall horse and stopped in front of the Yue family's main store. He watched as the soldiers roughly pulled the "Yue" character plaque that had been hanging for decades from the lintel and smashed it on the ground, breaking it in two.

He slightly raised his chin, the firelight dancing on his gaunt face, reflecting a pair of eyes that were cold to the point of cruelty.

"Lin Mo, you killed my nephew, so I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Cheng Qian snorted coldly and shouted loudly:

"Pass down the order that all account books of those who have business dealings with the Yue family be sealed up."

All of the Yue family's land, houses, and warehouses in Hezhou shall be seized without exception.

The deputy general beside him responded and immediately went to relay the order.

The soldiers kicked open all the doors and dragged the Yue family's maids, servants, and accountants out of bed one by one, amidst screams, cries, and the sound of shattering porcelain.

Yue Wanjin, wearing a bathrobe, was escorted out of his bedroom by several soldiers. His gray hair was disheveled, and his face still showed the bewilderment of someone who had just been awakened.

He struggled to lift his head, staring intently at Cheng Qian, who was riding on horseback, his gaze shifting from blankness to anger.

"Master Cheng!"

He roared, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"What law has the Yue family broken that you're raiding my house? Tell me!"

The soldiers roughly pressed his head down and put shackles on him with his hands tied behind his back.

Yue Pengju was dragged out of the study. The young man tried to resist, but was hit on the shoulder blade with the butt of a rifle. He groaned and fell to his knees, where he was also put in shackles.

The Yue family's employees, accountants, maids, and old women were all dragged out of the gate one by one and knelt in the street.