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Chapter 225 Sacrifice is also a business

Only sacrifice is so ambitious!
Life is too long, seize the day and night.

For the Qing Dynasty, Master Jia Jia must awaken the beast flame in the heart of the Eight Banners pack of wolves.

Because the Eight Banners is an indelible number!
This designation has been passed down from Emperor Taizu to today, how can it disappear because of China's Huahua Jiangshan.

Jia Liu will never allow the high-rise buildings of the Qing Dynasty to collapse, but the century-old Baqierlang has done nothing!

This is a betrayal of the ancestors, a betrayal of history!

The heads of Bo Ling and Urtu Naxon are Master Jia Jia's method to enforce military discipline, but this method is not enough to rekindle the flames in the hearts of all the bannermen.

Under the banner of "Serve the country with allegiance", beside the huge bonfire, there are circles of training bannermen sitting around.

Master Jia Jia sat closest to the fire.

It's warm here.

He was having a long talk with the bannermen.

"When Emperor Taizu raised an incident, the Ming court mobilized a large army to encircle and suppress it. Who will decide the world in the battle of Sarhu!"

Mrs. Jia Jia looked around the bannermen with encouraging eyes.

The crowd was silent.

A Manchurian bannerman raised his hand boldly: "Master Hui, he is our ancestor!"

"Who is your ancestor!"

"It's the Eight Banners!"

"very good!"

Master Jia Jia shouted again: "Then who is the most important town outside Shenyang City, who hit more with less in the wind and sand outside Shenyang City!"

"It's the Eight Banners, it's the Eight Banners!"

This time it was not an individual answer, but a collective answer.

"Who was it on the bank of the Hun River to fight the Ming army with ghosts and wolves, and thus established my foundation outside the Manchurian Pass!"

"It's the Eight Banners, it's the Eight Banners!"

"Who was it that defeated hundreds of thousands of Ming troops in Songshan and sounded the clarion call for the Qing Dynasty to unify the Central Plains!"

"It's the Eight Banners, it's the Eight Banners!"

"Who is rushing [-] miles day and night, flying over the Shanhai Pass!"

"It's the Eight Banners, it's the Eight Banners!"

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"Who used the lives of 800,000 Han people in Yangzhou to declare that the Qing Dynasty is invincible and let the Han people prostrate at our feet forever!"

"It's the Eight Banners, it's the Eight Banners!"

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"Our ancestors traversed the whole of China. Their iron hoofs traveled thousands of miles. They forged the Qing Dynasty with iron and blood. At that time, our ancestors were afraid, but they were afraid of death!"

Lord Jia Jia's voice was impassioned and impassioned, like thunder in his chest.

"No no!"

Under the mobilization of Mr. Jia Jia, the mood of the crowd is rising.

The blood also overflowed.

"Of course not. If there were, there would be no Qing Dynasty today, and there would be no Eight Banners!"

Master Jia Jia stood up resolutely, waving his right arm, and shouted affectionately: "Do you know that for countless nights, I have dreamed back to Sarhu, to Shanhaiguan, to the grasslands in the north, and to the Jiangnan water town. , I followed the ancestors' iron hooves across countless lands, watched them soaked in blood, and watched them never look back."

The sound suddenly stopped.

Instead there was silence.

Master Jia Jia cried, tears wet his handsome face.

He affectionately asked all the bannermen: "Do you know what I wanted to do most at that time?"

The crowd remained silent.

A bannerman who was born in a coat tried to raise his hand, but was glared at by the team leader next to him, and he couldn't help shrinking his hand back with a shudder.

"It's a fight, it's a fight, it's a fight!"

Master Jia Jia’s voice was passionate, and he couldn’t restrain his excitement: “Only fighting is the meaning of my Eight Banners! Only hard work can make my Eight Banners stand in the world forever! Only by daring to sacrifice can our children and grandchildren not lose China. Huahuajiangshan!"

At the end, Master Jia Jia was no longer talking, but roaring.

The sound of the dragon rings around the ears, making people alert.

"But this little Jinchuan has only tens of thousands of people and more than 30 soldiers. Why did it take my Qing Dynasty [-] years!"

Lord Jia Jia suddenly looked to the northwest where the bandits were, with ferocious eyes, clenched fists, bulging veins, and enlarged balls.

"Isn't it because my son of the Eight Banners has forgotten how our ancestors struggled and how our ancestors were not afraid of sacrifice!"

"If everyone in the Eight Banners is not afraid of death, and everyone has the will to die to fight those gangsters to the end, Jinchuan, do you think you can take it!"

"I can take it, I can take it!"

I don't know who was the first to stand up, everyone stood up, and followed Master Jia Jia's eyes to the dark northwest direction.

"The top leaders of the Eight Banners have sunk. They are rotten. They only know how to enjoy themselves. They only know how to make war and windfall. In their eyes and hearts, there is no Qing Dynasty, only themselves! But the hope of Qing Dynasty is not them, nor is it I, but you, you!"

Mr. Jia Jia, who walked past each bannerman one by one, looked resolute. Finally, he stopped at the banner of "Serving the country with allegiance", knelt down suddenly under the eyes of all the bannermen, and kowtowed to them!
The moment I raised my head, it was a request: "Everyone, for the Qing Dynasty, please be brave to sacrifice! No matter what kind of difficulties you encounter, please overcome them, please!"

All the bannermen were moved, and they knelt down unanimously.

The moment Zhang Dabiao knelt down, he shouted like a genius: "Born into the Military Aircraft Department, died into Ziguang Pavilion!"

"Born into the Military Aircraft Department, died into the Ziguang Pavilion!"

The shouts of the guerrilla bannermen made the night in Jinchuan no longer lonely.

"Master, you are so fake."

Jia Liu didn't expect that Yang Zhi would give zero comments on his emotional speech, and couldn't help being a little angry.

He was really, really emotional.

"Brother Zhuzi, you are too familiar with the lord, so you think he is fake. But in my opinion, the lord is not fake at all."

Yang Yuchun's fair words made Jia Liu feel a little better.

Yang Zhi said "Oh", and then raised a question, the young master encouraged the flag members so much, did he really intend to build the Eight Banners iron cavalry that was a hundred years ago?

"Without the spirit of sacrifice, how can there be sacrifice?"

Jia Liu said that this guy Shuan Zhu was uneducated, and he knew nothing else besides tricking people.

Yang Zhi nodded, but this nod did not mean that he agreed with the young master, but that he had a good idea.

"Master, I have a good way to make a fortune. I'm afraid no one else can think of it. If I do it well, it will really be a wealth of money."

Jia Liu was immediately interested, and asked anxiously, "What kind of connection?"

Yang Zhi smiled obsequiously: "Master, since you advocate the spirit of sacrifice in the Eight Banners, shall we do a good job of supporting this spirit of sacrifice?"

"Be specific."

"I want to open a coffin shop, a big coffin shop. I think our business will be very good under the inspiration of the young master's spirit of sacrifice."

Ok?
Jia Liu was moved, he didn't expect Shuan Zhu's brain to be so good, he couldn't help but make a decision: "Your idea is very good, let's do it tomorrow."

Furthermore, I put forward an idea. It may be too late to open the coffin shop. It is better to sign an agreement directly with the large and small coffin shops in Chengdu and Chongzhou. These coffin shops will provide Mr. Jia Jia with goods, and Mr. Jia Jia will go to discuss with the rich governor to monopolize this area. .

Big deal, the interests of each coffin are divided in half.

Doing things for the court and soldiers, this money can't be saved.

Hearing Mr. Jia's business experience, Yang Yuchun was greatly inspired, and asked weakly: "Sir, I want my father and mother to come over and open a shroud shop, is that okay? At worst, every piece sold, I will give you a share."

(End of this chapter)