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Chapter 289 Invite the General to go on the road
Who fired the shot?

After the shooting of the leading minister happened, the sacrificial Manchurians occupying the camp fell into great panic and self-blame.

In everyone's mind, the only person who can save them and change the court's national policy is Lord Jia Jia, the leader of the team.

Many members of the sacrificial faction believed that Master Jia Jia certainly sympathized with their actions even if he did not support them.

Therefore, as long as the incident can be handled by Master Jia Jia, not only will their demands be met, but the nature of this incident will not be characterized as rebellion.

However, the sudden gunshots made everything irreversible and made the incident slide into the abyss completely.

"The person must be found, immediately, quickly!"

The backbone member and team leader Anbu believes that the most urgent task is to find out the shooter, question the reason for the shooting, and then tie him up and send him out in exchange for Lord Jia Jia's forgiveness.

However, no matter how the backbone of the sacrificial faction investigates, it is still a mystery as to who fired the shot.

"With so many people, why can't we find out who fired the shot!"

The fury of Zhartu, the leader of the incident and the Minister of Counselor, did not help the matter.

"I don't know how your lord's injury is. If you suffer misfortune because of this, we are all sinners."

The backbone member Da Lantai had a painful expression, and the scene of the ancestors' battle that Master Jia Jia described for them by the bonfire that night kept appearing in his mind, as well as the spirit of sacrifice necessary to revive the Eight Banners.

The ten words "Born into the Military Aircraft Department, and died into the Ziguang Pavilion" were deeply seared in his heart like a soldering iron.

But now, this heart is bleeding.

"Damn, really damn, which bastard fired the gun!"

Niu Debao clenched his fists, his neck was covered with veins, and he was extremely worried about Master Jia Jia's gunshot wound.

If it wasn't for Mr. Jia Jia, he would have already lost his life because of beheading the Han army's children.

It can be said that Master Jia Jia is not only his spiritual mentor, but also his savior.

But now, Mrs. Jia Jia was hurt because of their change, which nearly collapsed Niuderburg.

However, in addition to Master Jia Jia's injury, the facts that made the sacrifice faction even more desperate also appeared.

With that gunshot, the nature of their Tianzhu has completely changed, and now they have become complete rebels.

After the shooting, no one outside came to negotiate with them.Even the people they sent out were stopped.

The camp seemed to be isolated from the world, with no contact, no news, no positive or negative answers.

Silent, like a person whose oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

"Do we still need to persist?"

Wan Jia's head drooped, and she didn't have the excitement and longing that she felt when she was in a different state.

"The matter has come to this point. In order to save the lives of most people, I think General Dingxi should be released, and then he should leave the camp and surrender."

The backbone member Dalnet made the most desperate assumption, that is, the imperial court would not forgive their group of backbone members.

But if their sacrifices can keep most people alive, Dalnit thought it would be worth it.

He believes that even if they fail this time, their purpose and the spirit of Tianzhu will definitely be passed back to the capital, and every household and child of the Eight Banners will know that there is a group of passionate young people in Jinchuan far away. Save the Eight Banners with their blood!

"How can you surrender!"

The backbone member Infiniti reprimanded Darnet for shaking the morale of the army, insisted on waiting, and asked him to lead people to strengthen the defense of the gate to prevent soldiers who came to quell the chaos from rushing in.

"Until the last moment, never give up lightly! Master Jia Jia said that miracles always come at the last moment!"

Infiniti's insistence was supported by Ambu, Lynk & Co and others. At present, Infiniti and Lynk & Co led more than [-] people to the gate to strengthen the defense.

But despite this, the discussion of whether to surrender in exchange for forgiveness continues.

The Minister of Counselor, Zhartu, has not spoken. As the second-class bodyguard in front of the imperial court, he knows very well that it is difficult to promote the change of national policy by relying on their strength alone.

Therefore, he insisted on protecting General Ming Ming.

He hoped that Mingliang would agree with the efforts of these passionate people, and use the authority of General Dingxi to characterize this incident. However, Mingliang's attitude was as smelly and hard as a stone in a cesspit, and he was still unwilling to follow his request. Write a letter to Governor Fulhun.

Now the only Master Jia Jia who can save them is shot again, all peace talks and all roads to rectification are blocked.

Ahead, there is darkness.

Thoughts of regret came to Zaertu's mind unknowingly, and he didn't know what kind of demon he was, and he wanted to revive the glory of the Eight Banners.

The Military Aircraft Department is a place that people yearn for, and Ziguang Pavilion is also a place of great glory, but can he really enter these two places?
Seeing a group of young passionate youths arguing there, Zaertu sighed deeply. As the leader of the incident, his end is already foreseeable, and what he can do now is to find a way to save more seeds for the Eight Banners.

Therefore, General Mingliang must not have any accidents.

At the same time, several bannermen came outside the tent where the general was held.

One of them was holding a hot meal in his hand.

The bannermen guarding the general belonged to the second squadron, and those bannermen belonged to the fourth squadron, so it was natural to ask their purpose.

"Master Zha asked us to come and deliver some food to the General,"

The one who spoke was Shi Ertai, a striker from Zhenghongqi in Manchuria, but as soon as his words fell, several companions behind him suddenly rushed forward and stabbed those members of the second squadron with their daggers. The chest of the bannerman.

"you!"

When a flag bearer fell to the ground, he looked at these companions who initiated the change together with puzzled eyes.

Shi Ertai didn't speak, but continued to walk into the big tent with the food in his hands.

What caught my eye was General Liang Liang with a slightly confused expression.

Liang Liang saw the bloody daggers in the hands of several people, as well as several corpses lying outside.

Without any hesitation, Mingliang got up and stood up, and said to Shi Ertai and others: "There are a lot of them, let's go right away!"

The general mistakenly thought that these people had sneaked into the camp to rescue him.

"Walk?"

Shi Ertai suddenly threw the food in his hand on the ground, and then rushed forward with his companions, strangling Mingliang tightly.

Because his mouth was tightly covered, the bright and suspicious voice could not come out of his throat.

"General, for the Qing Dynasty, please make sacrifices!"

A sharp dagger cut through Bright's throat, and with the gushing of blood, General Dingxi's throat was like a broken skin, and no sound could come out.

Clutching his neck that was bleeding blood, he stumbled around in the tent like a madman, he didn't know why these Eight Banners children did this.

In the end, he fell to his knees and let go of his hands covering his neck.

Because he couldn't breathe.

Looking at the motionless General Dingxi, Shi Ertai showed a helpless expression on his face. He didn't want to do this either, but he had no choice.

On his hands were the lives of the imperial first-class bodyguard Ersai and several civil servants who escaped from the camp with Wen Zhongtang.

He was also the first batch of members who were sent to the flag training camp to mingle with the Manchu and Mongolian children.

(End of this chapter)