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Chapter 444 The Eight Banners of the Han Army Are the Most Glorious
Dade's answer was as spiritual as his name, and the answer made Jia Liu feel more affectionate, because he thought so too.

Sure enough, the mouse's son could make a hole.

Those with big characters are really not ordinary people.

The lively discussion is still going on, and the range of speakers has spread from the second class to the second class, and there are signs of spreading to the descendants of the ancestors who are "minions".

After all, there are so many people in the Eight Banners of the Han Army, but there are only more than 120 people in the biography of Erchen, which accounts for only one thousandth of the Eight Banners of the Han Army.

Generally speaking, the proportion of those who support the retention of the current emperor and those who do not support the retention is about [-]%, and the remaining [-]% ​​are neutral, which is similar to Hong Dade - whoever supports whom in the court.

Each has its own rhetoric.

The biggest rhetoric of the supporters is "overheading the emperor's father", while the biggest rhetoric of the opponents is "carefully draw the list."

Jia Liu did not interrupt the good atmosphere of the discussion, he likes this kind of democracy.

It is necessary to have a unified opinion and reach a consensus between those who support and those who do not support it, in order to lead the Eight Banners of Han to emerging interest groups, thereby occupying the dove's nest, driving the Aixinjueluo clan out of the Eight Banners, and realizing the self-salvation of the Qing Dynasty.

Forcibly supporting one side and suppressing the other can easily make the suppressed side attracted by external forces and become the source of internal instability in the Han Banners.

The host of the meeting looked at the nephew Shikai several times, but the latter never gave a signal, so he listened patiently and participated in a few words from time to time.

Finally, nephew Shikai nodded.

The ancestor immediately got up and raised his hand to signal to everyone: "Well, everyone be quiet, do you want nephew Shikai to say a few words for you?"

Deng Tong, the spokesman for Xianglan Banner, agreed: "Yes, yes, what we are fighting for is old ideas, listen to what young people have to say."

"Let me say a few words? With so many uncles and uncles here, how can I, a junior, have the right to speak. To be honest, the elders have eaten more salt than I have eaten. Don't talk, don't talk, or The elders spoke well."

Jia Liu stood up humbly, although he was very yearning to speak a few words in his heart, because this is usually a qualification for sitting on the rostrum, but in front of all the traitors and elders, he still had to properly express his humility.

"Army Gate!"

Zamur stepped forward to offer the tea bowl, and stood aside with his head held high, perfectly showing the splendor that a professional soldier should have.

The title of "Junmen" softened the eyes of the uncles and elders.

This kid from the Daquan family is now the admiral of the Nine Sects, and the acting admiral is also an admiral.

Many people thought of the princely houses of the counties that were massacred, and thought of the green battalion soldiers who could not be commanded by Lord Jia Jia, their eyes changed from soft to deep.

Zu Jianchang smiled and said: "Nephew, those who are sitting here are people from the Eight Banners of the Han Army, and they all know the basics. If you have any ideas, you may as well tell everyone."

"Yes, let my family Shikai tell everyone! If what you say is in everyone's mind, everyone will praise it. Just praise a few words, if what you say is not in everyone's mind, everyone, don't take it to heart."

Daquan took the lead in applauding for his son.

"If the eldest nephew doesn't talk about it, what face do we old guys have to sit here?"

Old Changfu applauded immediately, and the applause was enthusiastic.

"Thanks to all the uncles and elders who value it, so let me tell you something?"

Jia Liu smiled and looked around at the group of old bastards, "But before I talk, my nephew wants to review the glorious history of our Han Army Eight Banners with all the elders!"

"Oh? The glorious history of the Eight Banners of the Han Army?"

Chang Bingzhong's father, Chang Fu, had a question mark on his forehead.

Daquan was also surprised: They also have glory?
"Yes, the glorious history of our Han Army is also the history of my glorious Eight Banners of the Han Army!"

Jia Liu waved his hand and yelled out, "Come on, please go to the link. Go to the map of the Great Qing River and Mountains!"

"Whoo!"

There was a loud response from outside the hall.

After that, I saw eight soldiers carrying two Eight Immortals Tables into the hall. On the Eight Immortals Tables there were cities, mountains and rivers, and it turned out to be a sand table.

Li Fengyao, the spokesperson of the Zhenghuang Banner, was the first to see it clearly, and said in surprise: "It's the territory map of our Qing Dynasty!"

When everyone heard the words, they all got up and approached, all of them were amazed.

On the sand table, from north to south, and from east to west, the capitals of each province are made of big radishes, and the prefectures are also marked with cities carved from pieces of small radishes.

At a glance, it is clear.

It really is thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, with a panoramic view.

"Nephew?"

Hong Dade looked puzzled.

Jia Liu chuckled lightly, and told his intentions, originally he asked all the uncles and seniors to mark the places where the ancestors conquered and settled down with various small flags.

"So, isn't the glory of our Han army ancestors visible at a glance?"

"Understood, I'll come first!"

Hong Dade grabbed a handful of small yellow flags from the table and said boldly: "My great-grandfather Hong Chengchou assisted Prince Yu to pacify the south of the Yangtze River, traveled through Huguang, Guangdong, Guangxi, Yunnan, Guizhou and other places, and made great contributions to the Qing Dynasty's expansion of territory and the leveling of the Southern Ming Dynasty. .”

Amidst the sound of pride, they picked up several small flags inlaid with yellow and "swish" and planted them in Jiangsu, Hunan, Hubei, Guangxi, Yunnan, Guizhou and other provinces.

It means that without my great-grandfather, could these places belong to the Qing Dynasty?

Jia Liu praised: "After the true hero!"

"My grandfather, Li Yongfang, was the first hero of the Han army in the Qing Dynasty. He followed the emperor Taizu to attack the Ming Dynasty and conquer Korea. He helped the Qing Dynasty buy Ming generals, spy on intelligence, build artillery, and conquer cities and lands."

Li Fengyao took the Zhenghuang small flag and "swished" it in Tieling, Kaiyuan, Fushun, Shenyang and other important towns in Liaodong.

He also planted flags in Fujian, Zhejiang, and Guangdong provinces, because his great-grandfather Li Sutai served as the governor of Fujian, Zhejiang, and Guangdong, and made great contributions to the Qing Dynasty's pacification of the three provinces.

"My ancestors fought with Prince Azig in the north and south, and died heroically for the country"

Hao Yuanan planted several small white flags in Wuchang, Wuling, Yuanzhou, Changde and other places. These are the places where his ancestors threw their heads and blood for the Qing Dynasty.

When his eyes fell on Yuanzhou, he couldn't help but feel sore. This is the place where his ancestor Hao Xiaozhong died for the country.

"After my ancestors surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, they went to the customs three times to fight, and then conquered Shanxi to attack Li Zicheng, and traveled thousands of miles to Zhejiang."

Wu Guokui, the spokesperson of the inlaid red flag, planted more than a dozen small flags inlaid with red flags in the capital, Shandong, Shanxi, Zhejiang and other places.

"My ancestors"

One hero after another proudly reported the glorious deeds of their ancestors, and put small flags on the places where their ancestors fought.

The glory of the ancestors is the glory of the descendants, and the atmosphere rose unconsciously, and many people were scrambling to plant flags on the sand table.

What you are vying for is the time when the three sticks of incense are planted!

"My ancestors planned and planned, managed all directions, managed secrets, and created scale. The holy grandfather said that the strategy of Wencheng can be worth millions of soldiers."

Fan Dajiang, the great-great-grandson of Fan Wencheng who was the last one to plant the flag, looked at the densely packed sand table, and Dajiang didn't know where to put it.

"They're all filled up, just plug in any one you want."

Deng Tong, the spokesman for the Xianglan flag, casually planted a small flag in Fan Dajiang's hand beside the capital.

Everyone was staring at the sand table intently. Rather than looking at the map of the Qing Dynasty, they were looking at the glory days of their ancestors and the glorious past.

Fast forward a hundred years, although time has passed, but the glory of the ancestors is still there!

On behalf of his father, Jia Liu planted a few Zhenglan flags in Henan, Shaanxi and other places, and then looked up at the old bastards: "Every uncle and elder sees the glory of the ancestors here and now, what do you think?"

"Naturally, there is no honor!"

Hong Dade's face is the most glorious, because his grandfather planted half of the flag of the Qing Dynasty by himself.

"Well, I think so,"

Deng Tong, the spokesperson for the Xianglan Banner, stroked his beard, as surprised as if he had discovered a new continent, "Have you noticed that the land of the Qing Dynasty was completely brought down by our ancestors, and it has something to do with the Manchurian Eight Banners?"

　I beg you, I'm still a little over a hundred votes away to make up 200 yuan. One more chance to draw a lottery, and I can draw [-] yuan more. Boss, do you have a big brother to give me a hand?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)