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Chapter 457 Master Jia's First Red Card

Against the court?

All the Manchurian officers were shocked by Jia Liu's words, and half of them stood up in surprise, looking at the nine admirals sitting there drinking tea in puzzlement: What do you mean?
"My lord, we are ordered to go to Beijing with the Grand Scholars, how can we fight against the imperial court?"

The one who spoke was Yilin, the first-class bodyguard in front of the imperial court, who belonged to Manchuria with the Yellow Banner.

The Yongzheng Dynasty rehabilitated Aobai, and granted Aobai the title of the hereditary first-class Duke of Chaowu. This title is now inherited by Yilin's elder brother Desheng.

On an ominous night all over the city, in order to protect his family, Chaowugong Desheng led his slaves to fight against the righteous soldiers of the Red Flag of the Han Army who rushed in. He was finally killed at the age of 42 because he was outnumbered.

Yilin's family also disappeared on the ominous night, so Yilin is actually the only man left in Obai's descendants, but the first-class guard in front of the imperial court didn't know about it.

"Jia Jia Shikai, we were all born in Manchuria, and our ancestors were all heroes of the founding of the Qing Dynasty. You can trouble us if you want to, but if you say that we are against the imperial court, it is really ridiculous!"

Wu Shibu, the deputy governor, is of the same grade as Jia Liu, but he is the deputy governor of the Eight Banners of Manchuria. A celebrity who is highly valued by the emperor is just a lucky minister in the eyes of this Manchurian deputy capital.

Moreover, Wushibu also has the title of Baturu. In his early years, he was surrounded by thousands of Burmese troops when he was conquering Burma with the great scholar Fu Heng.

They are both as big as officials, and they are both Baturu, one is strong and the other is honest, but the tip of the needle is right.

What's more, Wushibu's superior is Shu Hede, a scholar. It's been a long time since Mr. Shu came out. I just don't know where the kid who popped up here is pretending, and he wants to give them a blow.

Shandong General Soldier Wei and Zhili General Soldier Wan Chaoxing and others looked at each other secretly, each with their own thoughts.

Most of the generals of the green battalion guessed that Mr. Jia wanted to show off his majesty, because Mr. Jia had exposed these Manchurian officers for half an hour just now, but he did not expect Mr. Jia to directly believe that these Manchurian officers were against the imperial court. This is a bit surprising. expected.

After all, it remains to be investigated whether the attack on Mr. Shu's ship was really caused by these Manchurians.

Wu Shibu's words did not catch Jia Liu's ears.

"I am also from Zhenghongqi, Manchuria, and my ancestors were also the founding heroes of the Qing Dynasty. How can I wrong you!"

Jia Liu hated it most when someone put his qualifications in front of him.

In terms of qualifications, he is really full now. If Shuan Zhu recorded him in the book of life and death, he would at least have a seat on the rostrum, a microphone and a speech script.

How old are you as a deputy in Manchuria?

Unexpectedly, the vice president of Renwu might really look down on him, President Jia, and even snorted: "What kind of Manchuria are you? After a Han Chinese minister, what qualifications do you have to be side by side with my Manchuria!"

"idiot!"

Wu Shibu's words hit Jia Liu's sore spot, and he was so angry that he not only slammed the tea bowl on the ground, but also uttered foreign dialects.

"Wushbu is rebellious. From now on, this person will be permanently expelled from the Eight Banners, and all the fame and writing of the ancestors will be pursued!"

The furious Jia Liu issued the first red card in his life, and kicked the broken porcelain under his feet towards Wu Shibu.

Wu Shibu actually avoided the past, and was also frightened and angry. His face was flushed, and he pointed at Jia Liu and said angrily, "Expell me from the Eight Banners? Are you worthy!"

Before the words were finished, the closed doors in the lobby of the restaurant were suddenly pushed open, and then a group of guard officers and soldiers armed with firecrackers rushed in. The fire rope has been ignited, and all the guns are fired at the command.

A group of guard officers and soldiers also came from the direction of the back kitchen and the aisle of the restaurant, some with swords and spears, some with bows and crossbows.

After the list is made, the weapons are all directed at the people of Manchuria.

"Die, die, all!"

Jia Liu, who was burning with anger, used seven words reasonably and concisely.

"What are you doing? We are Manchuria,"

Batubao, who was in command of the sharpshooter, was still startled, and a sharp arrow shot towards his chest.

With a sound of "whoosh", the big arrow directly penetrated the body of Batubao, who was wearing a yellow mantle guard uniform.

More arrows followed the sound of gunshots, and there was a burst of "bang bang", and the lobby of the restaurant was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.

Most of the Manchurian generals fell to the ground on the spot, and the rest were also terrified.

"Jia Shikai, you bastard murdered Zhongliang, you will die!"

Wushitu, who was shot with two blunderbuss and three arrows but did not fall to the ground, shouted angrily and struggled forward to fight Jia Guizi desperately. As a result, before he could get close, the Shandong General Soldier next to him swiped his knife across his neck, causing blood to flow immediately. Like a spring.

But even so, the strong Baturu still didn't fall to the ground. He covered his neck with one hand and clenched his fist with the other, dangling there.

In addition to anger, there is contempt in the eyes.

"Fake oil!"

Jia Liu was furious, picked up the Nibilong sword, stepped forward, and slashed at the strong Ba Tulu three times.

"Your Excellency, I am wronged, I am wronged, the humble position is loyal to the Qing Dynasty, and loyal to the emperor,"

Neither of the two arrows in Yilin's body was critical, but she was stunned by the tragedy of the scene and plopped on her knees begging for mercy.

"If you are wronged, I am not a thief!"

Jia Liu swung his saber down, and the Yebilong sword, an artifact of the Qing Dynasty, added another dead soul.

Chunning, the imperial guard who led the Mongolian cavalry, was shot and fell to the ground. He wanted to struggle to get up, but his back hurt instantly, and he was chopped down on the ground. The blood on the back was cut by a long knife, and even the spine was clear. visible.

The person holding the knife is Wan Chaoxing, the chief soldier of Zhili.

"Jia Shikai, you are cruel to Zhongliang, even if the emperor is deceived by you, I will never forgive you in Manchuria!"

A Manchurian ginseng leader lying in a pool of blood is performing a scene that Jia Liu has seen and heard countless times.

Wang Zhen, the deputy general of Hedao who hid to the side when the gunshot was fired, didn't wait for Mr. Jia to look at him, stepped forward and cut the Manchurian leader, and spat at him, "How dare you rebels have the face to say such things!"

As Vice-General Wang took the lead, the other Green Camp officers who came back to their senses did not wait for Mr. Jia's signal, and stepped forward to make up the knife.

In a blink of an eye, 24 Manchurian officers collectively met God.

Jia Liu looked around, nodded slightly, and told Demu: "Take care of all the corpses, tidy up the house, and mop the ground at least three times, so that there is no bloody smell, otherwise it will affect the business opening tomorrow."

"Whoo!"

Demu expressed his understanding.

"In addition, ask for the price of the broken things, and double the compensation. We can't let people say that our guards are not decent,"

He casually handed the Yebilong sword to Baozhu to wipe it with a white cloth, turned his head and thought of something, and then told Demu: "Ask the counter to give me a bill, and I will report to the military aircraft department for reimbursement from the household department later."

"Whoo!"

Demu admires the president's honesty the most.

Seeing Tianjin Vice General Ye Qing staring at the corpses of a group of Manchurian officers in a daze, Jia Liu couldn't help stepping forward: "What is General Ye thinking?"

"Adult, humble, humble."

The stuttering Deputy General Ye whispered his thoughts, that is, these Manchurian officers may not all be rebels, and there may be innocent people among them.

"Maybe, maybe, maybe."

Jia Liu said so.

(End of this chapter)