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Chapter 269
As a mature politician, military strategist, strategist, and financier, Jia Liu sincerely despises such an unsightly trick as assassination.

It's the same as robbing an armored van, it's too fucking low-level.

"If there is a problem, solve it. What do you mean by solving the problem? Will you let me talk in the future? Will you let people object?"

Jia Liu hit three times in a row, pointing directly at the chairman's heart.

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The president was stunned for a while, "There is no objection. Only when we attend the meeting can we achieve great things, and you can live in the Forbidden City."

"I understand the truth. But now I'm a campaigner, and I'm firmly opposed to the peace talks. If you get rid of the peace talks, the old man won't take me back to the third hall of the capital for interrogation. I'll call you Mafa. Grandpa."

Jia Liu thought to himself that the chairman is also an old man, how could he be like him before, who would beat people up every now and then.

No matter what happens in this world, there is a motive and an interest receptor.

In the past, Jia Jia's son-in-law was an outsider, so it didn't matter who died.

Even after digging through Jinchuan's [-] troops, they couldn't suspect him.

But now that Jia Liu is clearly holding high the banner of the main battle, the leader of the peace faction has been knocked out, who is most suspected?
Isn't he the admiral of Sichuan who was drunk and crazy in the camp?

It's not him, it's him!

"I really messed with Mingliang and Laofu, even if I jumped into the Yellow River, I wouldn't be able to wash them away, just like the dead ghost Agui."

Jia Liu was suddenly shocked, thinking that not only could he not get rid of Mingliang and Laofu, but he had to secretly send someone to protect them.

What if there is another Mutu?
That guy is the first real Manchurian who wants to run Wenfu.

Not to mention the death of Wen Fu in this life, even the death of Wen Fu in the previous life, there are many doubts, [-]% of them may be killed by his own people, not the simple three words in the history books - "killed by a gun".

The Jinchuan battle was inherently mysterious.

Of the hundreds of Banner Han generals who died in the two battles, probably one-third were killed by their own people.

Because the benefits of continuing the fight are too great, and the battle will not be fought if a group of people are not killed.

Therefore, what the peace talks damage is not the interests of Jia Liu alone, but the interests of many people!
Who can guarantee that those important Manchurian officials who made a fortune in the Jinchuan War will not appear as Jia Liudi?
The roles have been reversed.

At this time, Jia Liu is actually Agui, and Mingliang and Fulehun are Fu Changan. If someone really wants to do something about it, Jia Liu has more injustices than Agui.

After all, Ah Gui really has a history of betraying his country.

He, Jia Liu, has the heart of a child!
At most, they are collaborating with the enemy, but they have never done anything traitorous.

The more I think about it, the more frightened I become, and I have to make arrangements quickly when I look back, and I will swear to protect General Ming and Governor Fuda to the death.

"That's right, the old man is superficial."

The president thought carefully that this was indeed the truth, so he stopped his thoughts of assassination, and said casually: "You are not my grandson, what do you want my grandpa to do?"

Jia Liu reminded: "Don't you always have a precious granddaughter?"

"Straight!"

The elder of the president became angry from embarrassment, he grabbed the brush and was about to throw it at the six devils.

Jia Liu hurriedly apologized, thinking that I am also doing this for the benefit of your Li family.

Your Li family married their daughter to me, and in the future I will gain the world, how can I lose to your Li family?
"Humph!"

With a muffled snort, the president asked Jia Liu how to deal with the peace talks.

The two agreed that the peace talks cannot be successful, but now that the old man has brought Fuller back, the wind is clearly blowing towards the other side. At this time, Jia Liu and the main fighters of the same gang jumped out again and shouted that whoever dares to negotiate peace is a national traitor. , It is obviously difficult to get along with the top leadership.

"We must find a way to sabotage the peace talks."

The chairman gave a clear tone.

Jia Liuwei thought for a while, and came up with that boy Zu Yingyuan's bad idea.

"Let the tiger come out of the mountain, and the disaster will be diverted to the east? It's a good trick to support the bandits' self-respect. It's wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

The president's eyes flickered, and he slapped the table with a "ba" palm, full of praise for Jia Liu, without Jia Liu's explanation, and directly stated the four advantages of this strategy.

The first benefit is naturally to suppress the main peace faction.

The second advantage is that the main combat faction successfully took over.

The third advantage is that in the name of suppressing the chaos, the power of the Gongjinhui will bloom everywhere with the army of suppressing the chaos.

The fourth advantage is that once the rebels leave Sichuan, the court's attention will not be focused on Sichuan, which will provide great convenience for the president to integrate the whole Sichuan.

"To be able to come up with this method is no less than Chen Ping's rebirth."

The president instantly looked at the six devils with admiration. What this kid did in the past was too damn rubbish.

But this plan of getting the tiger out of the mountain has great wisdom and great foresight, and it is beyond the imagination of those who are not talented.

"I also thought for a long time before I came up with this method, but,"

Jia Liu expressed his worries, that is, he was afraid that letting the rebels out of the river would corrupt the place, if there were one or two talented rebels among the rebels, if they didn't get together, they would be a stepping stone for others.

"In the past, Li Zicheng raised an army of more than [-] people over [-] months ago. There are always three or two thousand elite soldiers in Jinchuan, and the area around Huguang is extremely empty. Once they get their hands on them, I'm afraid it will be difficult to control them."

Jia Liu habitually tapped the table with his right index finger, which was an expression of his anxiety.

"If you are as timid as you are when you do big things, it's better to go back to Beijing and be your second generation bannerman."

The chairman looked contemptuous, and then put forward an astonishing hypothesis. Even if the rebels entered Huguang quickly and became powerful, they were only number two Li Zicheng.

The reason is that the Ming Dynasty has been dead for a hundred years, and most ordinary people only know about the Qing Dynasty, but not about the Ming Dynasty, so the anti-Qing and Ming Dynasty banners played by the rebels are not very inspiring.

The second is that the core of the anti-thief main force is three or two thousand old men. The combat effectiveness of this group of old men is high and their cohesion is also high, but the number is limited after all. Once this old man is continuously worn out during the battle, the combat effectiveness will continue to decline. Even if there are many people coerced, he is just a big thief, so he can't get anything done.

"Once the tiger is released from the mountain, it must not be allowed to breathe. It will always be chasing and beating."

Jia Liu understands the meaning of the chairman, that is, he does not give the rebels time to establish a base, forcing them to become Li Zicheng and keep running.

In this way, no matter how many thieves are, there is no root duckweed, and they are not afraid that they will really become the enemies of the Gongjinhui.

The Jinchuan Han became Li Zicheng, and the old man in Beijing was of course No. [-] Chongzhen.

The situation is very similar to the late Ming Dynasty.

Then who is the No. [-] Qing Dynasty?
"Sichuan is like that of Liaodong, and the Gongjinhui is like that of the Eight Banners. You are that Huang Taiji."

The president spoke more and more vigorously, and pointed at his nose, "I'm Fan Wencheng!"

"Can it really be done?"

Jia Liu was still a little worried.

"As long as you dare to do it, you can do it! However,"

The president's eyes rolled, "If you decide to do this, you have to get rid of this official skin first, and go back to Beijing."

(End of this chapter)