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

Lin Mo turned to Chen Ting and continued:

"Sister Ting, I'm leaving this matter with the Human Resources and Social Security Bureau to you."

Previously, the Civil Affairs Bureau of Lianhai County was responsible for population management, resettlement of migrants, household registration, vocational skills training, marriage registration, pension distribution, orphan adoption, etc.

You will be in charge of everything.

Liu Si will be your deputy.

He was loyal and hardworking, but he was just a lowly clerk who had never seen much of the world and had a limited perspective and vision.

Lianhai County is expanding rapidly and needs someone with modern management skills to lead this work.

Chen Ting leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, and raised an eyebrow slightly after listening:

"You've promoted me from a bar manager to a position akin to the Minister of Revenue in the imperial court."

Lin Mo replied:

"Pretty much. Anyway, you're more attentive to people than I am, so this job suits you."

Chen Ting rolled her eyes at him, but the smile on her lips was already impossible to hide.

After spending most of the day in Lianhai County, Chen Ting and Chen Shu, with the help of Liu Si and Long Qingxue, finally managed to outline a general framework for their respective areas of responsibility.

As evening fell, Lin Mo sent them back to the main world, agreeing that unless there were special circumstances, he would send them back to the main world every two days.

More than half a month passed like this, with the women he brought running back and forth twice a week.

During the day, he was so busy in Lianhai County that he barely had time to breathe. At night, he reviewed the day's problems and made a list of the next steps. He adapted faster than Lin Mo had expected.

That evening, Lin Mo and Long Qingxue were cultivating when Liu Si's hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside, followed by his raspy voice booming from the doorway:

"My lord, another war order has arrived from the capital!"

Lin Mo got up, put on an outer robe, went to the front hall, and returned to his desk to unfold the robe.

The document was written by the Empress herself, and the wording was much harsher than the previous ones, filled with impatient questioning.

Hezhou Prefecture has been recovered for more than half a month, so why have the rebels in the west not been wiped out yet?

Did the Great Xia Dynasty raise an army for a thousand days just so that Lin Mo could retire in Hezhou?

After reading it, Lin Mo casually put the document on the table, shook his head with a smile, and asked Liu Si to grind the ink and lay out the paper. He then picked up his pen and wrote a reply.

"Your subject Lin Mo respectfully wishes Your Majesty good health."

Since assuming the post of Prefect of Hezhou, I have worked tirelessly day and night, never daring to slack off for a single day.

However, the western region is treacherous, with crisscrossing mountains and rivers. Rebel camps are scattered among the mountains. If we do not find out their troop deployment and supplies in advance, it would be like throwing meat to a hungry tiger.

I dispatched more than ten groups of scouts a month ago to conduct a detailed survey of the rebels' movements, and will soon complete a map of the enemy situation across the entire territory.

The defenses of Hezhou City were abandoned by the previous Cheng Qian, and more than half of the city walls and arrow towers were damaged. I am currently supervising the repair work day and night.

If a hasty attack fails, Hezhou will fall back into enemy hands, leaving the southeastern gateway wide open, with unimaginable consequences.

I guarantee with my life that once everything is in place, I will personally lead the three armies westward to quell the rebellion in one fell swoop and present my victory before Your Majesty."

The reply was stamped with the official seal of the Prefect of Hezhou and handed to Liu Si, who then sent it to the post station.

Lin Mo watched Liu Si's departing figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.

A warrant for war? He has plenty of excuses.

With the world in chaos, even if the Empress doubts his loyalty, she can only worry helplessly.

"I wonder if the Empress is beautiful. If she is, perhaps she could take over the Great Xia Dynasty without bloodshed!"

The capital city, the Imperial Study.

After reading Lin Mo's reply, the Empress slammed the document heavily onto her desk, making the pen holder clang loudly.

The female officials standing beside the emperor's desk were already used to it.

"Send scouts and repair the city walls!"

Last time it was to prepare provisions, and before that it was to reorganize surrendered troops!

He always has a new reason for urging him to fight!

Every word was respectful and proper, yet every time he remained still!

She clutched the reply letter, her knuckles turning white.

"If it were a peaceful time, I would have already sent the Imperial Guards to escort this treacherous minister, who outwardly obeys but inwardly defies orders, back to the capital."

But she simply doesn't have the time to deal with Lin Mo right now.

The northern Tartar cavalry has crossed the grasslands and marched south, capturing several border cities in succession.

The battle reports from the front lines grew more and more dire each day. The Ministry of Revenue's treasury was empty, the Ministry of War's manpower supply was cut off, and uprisings broke out one after another in various places.

Although Lin Mo outwardly complied but inwardly defied, at least he was still under the banner of Great Xia and could still keep the southeastern corner from falling into chaos.

The empress leaned back on her throne and closed her eyes for a long time.

Hurried footsteps sounded outside the Imperial Study, and another urgent military report was brought in.

She opened her eyes, looked at the glaring red sealing wax on the military report, and took a deep breath.

The moment the military report was opened, her hand trembled slightly, a rare occurrence for her.

The Tartars have breached the last line of defense in the north, and their forces are now poised to strike the capital.

She slowly closed the military report, tapped her fingers lightly three times on the imperial desk, then raised her bloodshot phoenix eyes and made a decision that shocked the entire court.

"I hereby issue an imperial decree! I, the Emperor, will personally lead the expedition."

The battle reports from the North were increasingly dire.

The Tartar cavalry surged through the gaps in the Great Wall like a tidal wave, capturing several border towns in succession. The northern defenses of the Great Xia collapsed completely in just half a month.

The dragon banners of the Empress, who personally led the expedition, briefly halted the rout at Shuofeng Pass, but the situation was completely reversed after the Tatar Khan personally led the main force to arrive.

In a fierce battle, the last elite imperial guards of the Great Xia Dynasty suffered more than half their losses. The Minister of War and two veteran generals who accompanied the emperor died on the battlefield. The empress herself broke through the encirclement under the desperate protection of her personal guards and retreated back to the capital with less than three thousand remaining soldiers.

Lin Mo received the news in his study.

He read the telegram twice before putting down the thin piece of paper.

He originally thought that the Empress's personal campaign would at least allow them to hold off the Tartars for a while, but he did not expect the defeat to come so quickly and so thoroughly.

The Imperial Guards were the most elite troops of the Great Xia Dynasty, with the best equipment and the most rigorous training. If even they couldn't stop the Tartar cavalry, then the capital city probably wouldn't last long either.

He placed the telegram on the table and remained silent for a long while.

If the Empress were to die in the Northern Territory, the Great Xia would immediately descend into a leaderless civil war.

Various regional princes, local powerful figures, and leaders of rebel armies would vie for the vacant throne.

"By then, no one will care about me anymore!"

The atmosphere in the imperial court was heavy.

The Empress sat on the dragon throne, her phoenix eyes sweeping over the civil and military officials standing in two rows below.

The Minister of Revenue knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold gold brick, his voice trembling:

"His Majesty!

The capital city's grain reserves were less than two months' worth, and refugees from the north were pouring in like a tidal wave, leaving the prefectures and counties along the way completely unable to accommodate them.

"If we don't migrate south, millions of people will starve to death on the roads, and the foundation of the Great Xia will be completely destroyed!"

The Vice Minister of War stepped forward, his eyes wide with anger:

"Nonsense!"

Our ancestral tombs are here, our state temples are here, how can we easily give them up?

"I am willing to lead the remnants of the Imperial Guards in a final battle against the Tartars. Even if only one soldier remains, we will not retreat a single step!"