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Chapter 224: True Wolves, True Heroes!
Fu Kang'an's younger brother Fu Chang'an, who was a second-class battle hero of the late Qing Dynasty and who was posthumously presented to Bei Zi after his death, and whose portrait was Ziguang Pavilion, flew out of Beijing with his imperial doctor.

Thousands of miles away, Mr. Jia Jia Shikai, the first-class bodyguard in front of the imperial court, the imperial appreciator, and the leading minister, arrived at Mount Tuva.

Master Jia Jia came here specially to supervise the guerrilla warfare of the bannermen.

The results were not good.

Why is the result not good?

According to Jia Jia’s actual research, the common problem reported by bannermen is that they are not familiar with the mountain shape of this place, and it is inconvenient to carry too much dry food, and there is nowhere to replenish dry food, which makes it difficult to lurk and maneuver in the mountains for a long time to catch fighters.

Even if a fan thief village can be found in the jungle, not only is it difficult to get food, but it is often attacked by fan thief women and children.

It even happened that a banner member was stabbed in the buttocks by an iron fork protruding from the pile of thatch when he was going to the toilet in the Fanzei village.

After decades of war, the Jinchuan fan thieves can be said to be all soldiers. The men are fierce and the women are even more ruthless.

Half a month since the start of the operation, 200 of the 34 expedition bannermen have been martyred and 18 injured. The result of the battle is only 9 thieves were killed and a village was burned.

Sacrifice and harvest are completely out of proportion, which makes the guerrilla tactics proposed by Mr. Jia Jia questioned by some bannermen.

In response to this problem, Master Jia Jia must do something.

In the afternoon of the same day, after going to meet with Lieutenant General Chang Qing, Admiral of Yunnan, Mr. Jia Jia summoned the banner leaders Zhang Dabiao and An Bu to speak.

Without waiting for the two team leaders to explain, they immediately reprimanded them: "Damn it, what happened? It took half a month to kill or injure fifty people. Do you want to do it, and do you want to do something big with me! "

Really angry, lost his temper for the first time, raised his foot and gave Zhang Dabiao and Anbu a slap.

"Sir, forgive me!"

Zhang and An fell to their knees in fear, feeling very ashamed.

Can you not be ashamed? Before the expedition, the two patted their chests and said that they could add another [-] columbariums for the Qing Dynasty in ten days at most. It turned out that it took half a month to add more than [-] columbariums.

According to this progress, when will we be able to implement the great policy of Master Jia Jia to vacate the cage and change the bird.

There are as many as 100,000 people in the Eight Banners of Manchuria and Mongolia!

"Kneel down and wait until I come back to eat!"

Jia Liu was furious, and ordered people to summon the bannermen in the battalion to give lectures.

Before the speech, the team leader, the striker Xiao Boling who was born in Zhenghuangqi, Manchuria, suddenly asked to speak.

"speak!"

Lord Jia Jia's eyes were full of encouragement, he always encouraged his subordinates to put forward their views bravely, because if they didn't tell them, how could Lord Jia Jia know.

After getting permission, Bo Ling stood up, bowed and said, "My lord, I feel that your guerrilla tactics are good, but there is one fatal point."

Speaking of this, he hesitated whether to continue.

Jia Liu asked people to speak up, speak boldly, and it doesn't matter if they are wrong.

The purpose of his coming here today is to sum up experience, carry forward the right places, and improve the deficiencies.

Take the long to make up the short.

After being encouraged by the leader of the team, Bo Ling immediately boldly pointed out the fatal weakness of guerrilla tactics in actual combat, that is, guerrillas cannot obtain food in addition to their own supplies, and often the team members sent out are unable to persist in the mountains because of lack of food. , was forced to withdraw.

"My lord, if this status quo cannot be changed, I think that the guerrilla tactics will not have much effect if it continues."

These words made Lord Jia Jia's face turn serious, "You said that I am not popular among the people in the Qing Dynasty, so you Eight Banners children can't get food from the people?"

"My lord, I."

What Bo Ling wanted to express was indeed this, and this was the same question Mrs. Jia Jia asked, but it didn't sound right.

Just as he was about to explain his point of view with his own ideas, Master Jia Jia looked angry: "Bastard, dare to say that I am not popular among the people!"

He suddenly waved his hands and ordered his soldiers to drag Bo Ling, who dared to express his correct views, down and fight on the spot.

As soon as this order came out, the faces of all the bannermen changed.

Bo Ling was so frightened that his soul flew away, he hurriedly shouted: "My lord, I am wronged, this is not the meaning of being humble."

"How dare you make excuses!"

Lord Jia Jia didn't allow Bo Ling to quibble, and didn't give him a chance at all. Two Sauron's personal soldiers stepped forward and dragged Bo Ling outside without any explanation, and then heard a scream, and Bo Ling's body was separated.

Sorry about your mother's size!
Dare to say that the Qing Dynasty is unpopular, anti-thief!
Master Jia Jia is still furious, but he is also soft-hearted and deliberately protecting Bo Ling, otherwise he will report to the emperor, and if you don't destroy your Bo Ling family, the emperor will not be called Qianlong.

"Who else has anything to say?"

Lord Jia Jia hoped to listen to correct opinions, but obviously no one dared to put forward wrong opinions.

Because Master Jia Jia's theory is correct.

If you have the hearts of the people, you want to be a guerrilla;
If there is no popular support, there will be guerrilla warfare.

If they justify their incompetence on the grounds that they cannot get the support of the people, it is tantamount to saying that the Qing Dynasty cannot win the hearts of the people, and in turn deny the justice and legitimacy of the Qing Dynasty's 30-year-long anti-insurgency war against Jinchuan and Jinchuan.

Dare to say that Mr. Jia Jia is messing around, that is to say, the emperor is messing around, because Mr. Jia Jia represents the emperor.

Since no one objected, Master Jia waved his hand, and sixteen guerrilla bannermen who had just withdrawn from the mountain were escorted over.

This team dispatched a total of 20 people, but only 16 people came back, and the remaining 4 people died in the pursuit.

The leader of the team is Uertu Naxun, a Mongolian Eight Banner player whom Jia Liu admires more.

Looking at the masters of the Mongolian Eight Banners that he wanted to cultivate with all his heart, Master Jia Jia was very sad, and asked in a deep voice: "Why did you come back in two days!"

"Lost in the woods."

Urtu Naxon was ashamed, his face flushed.

Master Jia Jia shook his head slightly: "If you get lost and miss the military plane, what should we do with the battalion regulations?"

Urtu Naxon gritted his teeth and said, "Responding to my lord's words, if you lose your way, miss your military plane and retreat from the battle, you should be killed!"

This answer made Master Jia Jia's heart ache, and he said with pain: "Urtu Naxon, do you still remember what I said to you when I went to the expedition!"

"Your Excellency said that you will be born into the Military Aircraft Department and die into the Ziguang Pavilion!"

"What else did you say!"

"If you want to sacrifice, put my Eight Banners athletes first!"

"Do you have anything else to say? The laws of the country are ruthless, and the regulations of the camp are ruthless!"

Master Jia Jia looked at Uertu Naxon lovingly and sadly, with regret and encouragement in his eyes.

Urtu Naxon showed pain on his face, and finally gritted his teeth: "Please give me the knife!"

"Get my long knife!"

Looking at the long knife that Lord Jia Jia had never seen blood, Urtu Naxon looked around at the bannermen, and suddenly drew the knife and swung it towards his neck.

"Everyone, see you at Ziguang Pavilion!"

There was a sound of "puchi", the blood was blue and the sky was blue.

With a "plop", the body fell heavily to the ground.

"True wolves, true heroes!"

Master Jia Jia took off his top hat, put it under his left rib, bowed his head, with tears in his eyes: "All the bannermen obey the order and pay tribute to the warriors!"

"Bah!"

More than a hundred bannermen in the battalion stood up collectively, bowed their heads, and paid the highest respect to Urtu Naxon, who took the first step, with the unique salute ceremony of the banner training camp.

(End of this chapter)