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Chapter 64 Mr. Jia is not a Tartar

Jia Liu is very familiar with the clothes on the two teenagers and the hairstyles on their heads.

It should be the fake Han people Yang Yuchun mentioned.

"Run, run, run!"

A soldier from the garrison battalion in Akeli Village swiped at the knee of one of the young men with a spear. The young man fell to the ground in pain, with tears and blood swirling in his eyes.

Seeing this, the other boy who had a blood hole in his leg stabbed by the camp soldier rushed towards the fallen boy desperately, and stretched his body to protect him from the spearhead poked by the camp soldier.

This is two brothers.

"Poke this traitor to death!"

The spears of the two battalion soldiers pierced my brother's back at the same time, and blood dripped down his chest.

The elder brother didn't move at all, he just hugged his younger brother's body tightly, as if as long as he was breathing, he would never let anyone hurt his younger brother.

Because, his younger brother is his last relative in this world.

His father, mother, and his sister were all killed by Soushan's Qinggou knife.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The fallen boy who was protected by his brother screamed desperately, but couldn't make a sound.

He was a mute.

Not far away, a group of grain-carrying men who were resting squatted on the wall and watched the scene in front of them. There was no sympathy in their eyes, but hatred.

If it weren't for these fake Han people and the bandits to rebel against the Qing Dynasty, would they come all the way to this ghost place to suffer?

You deserve it, you deserve it!
"Hu Ada, don't kill them so quickly, just keep them for a few days for fun."

On the wall of the wall, a group of battalion soldiers with shotguns were lying on the poles and laughing.

Jia Liu sighed, and was about to ask Zu Yingyuan to go over to ask what was going on, but the foreign committee member of the Fujian Green Camp rushed over to Liu De, the general manager, and signaled the Deyang soldiers to stop.

This made Jia Liu startled, but he quickly rode forward, because Liu De pointed at himself to the group of Deyang soldiers.

"what happened?"

Jia Liu didn't get off his horse, and pointed at the two teenagers with his whip.Facing the Green Battalion soldiers, the Eight Banners officer had an aura of his own.

"Back to the adults!"

The whistle chief named Hu Ada didn't dare to neglect the Eight Banners officer. After bowing and saluting, he said that the two young men were traitors they caught in the nearby mountains and were about to execute them.

Traitor bastard?

Another misleading statement.

But yes.

As far as the Qing court is concerned, the Han people who are still unwilling to admit their occupation of China are traitors—traitors among the Han people!

Jia Liu's ancestor, Jia Hanfu, was also considered a traitor by the Han people at that time because he helped Manchuria.

But why did Qianlong call the heroes of the Qing Dynasty traitors?
Could it be that he is also Han Chinese?

It's not a Han Chinese who can do this showy operation.

If you have time in the future, make up rumors about you Qianlong!

Jia Liu knew that there was no way to save the two Han youths, but he still asked why they were executed without trial.

Nashi Chang, the Deyang soldier, said that it was a military order from above that all traitors caught in the Fan army would be executed, while other traitors could be surrendered and taken to Menuo Village for disposal.

Jia Liu nodded.

He did see hundreds of Fan people who did not look like Han Chinese in Menuo Village.

Most of these Fanren were captives, they were not abused, and they could move freely in the village. It is presumably that the upper echelons of the Qing army used it to divide the anti-Qing forces in Jinchuan, especially the chieftain forces.

Maybe it was Qianlong's instruction.

After all, as far as Qianlong was concerned, the Han people in Jinchuan who opposed the Qing Dynasty were the ones he must eliminate. As long as those Fan chieftains were not firmly opposed to the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty, he could give them a chance.

"My lord, they are twins."

Under Yang Yuchun's reminder, Jia Liu realized that the two teenagers were actually twins. After thinking about it, he got off his horse and walked in front of the two teenagers.

The one who was pierced through the chest by the spear was obviously the elder brother, he couldn't survive, and the blood in his chest was gushing out.

The younger brother also had multiple wounds and his leg appeared to be broken, but the injuries did not appear to be fatal.

Perhaps because he knew the difference between the dresses of officials and soldiers in the Eight Banners of the Qing Army and those in the Green Camp, the elder brother who was still breathing gave Jia Liu a painful look, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood: "You dog tartar, you must die! "

tartar.

A hundred years later, some people still remember this title.

Jia Liu was silent.

The boy suddenly struggled to stand up and wanted to pounce on Jia Liu, but Yang Yuchun subconsciously stood in front of him.

A long knife appeared out of nowhere, and slashed on the brother's neck with a "huo", and with the sound of the blade cutting into the flesh, blood gushed out "poof".

It splashed Yang Yuchun's face, and Jia Liu standing behind him was not spared either.

The blood stained his official hat and his crown beads red.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

The unyielding head off the neck rolled to the feet of the crowd.

What echoed in everyone's ears was the wailing of the younger brother who couldn't speak.

"Damn it, you frightened your lord!"

Hu Ada held the knife in his hand, kicked the headless boy's body to the ground, and then swung the knife to chop off the traitor on the ground as well.

Jia Liu finally uttered a voice to stop it.

Looking at the grief-stricken brother on the ground with hatred in his eyes, Liu De, who was standing beside Jia Liuchao, ordered: "Take this traitor with you, I will be useful later."

"Whoo!"

"Come two!"

Liu De's eyes moved, and he immediately ordered two of his subordinates to step forward and drag the boy aside.

"Abba Abba"

The boy struggled desperately, but was unable to break free. When being dragged, his eyes were fixed on his brother's head.

"Sir, this?"

Hu Ada hesitated, not knowing whether to hand over the person to the arrest team.

Jia Liu glanced at him and said lightly, "I'm useful."

"Whoo!"

Jia Liu is an officer of the Eight Banners, and the officer of the Eight Banners is useful if he says it is useful.

Hu Ada did not dare to offend Mr. Jia, who was born in the Eight Banners, and signaled his subordinates to drag away the body of the traitor who was hacked to death by him.

For some reason, Jia Liu, who was going to stay in Akeli Village for one night, ordered the team to move on.

The dumb young man with an injured leg was unable to walk, so Liu De asked him to put them on the cart pulling their rations.

After dark, the [-]th arresting team camped at a Liangchakou.

One road here leads to Muguomu Camp, and the other leads to Admiral Dong Tianbi's place.

In order to deal with the harassment of the bandits, the Qing army set up many checkpoints, fortifications, and military posts along the way.

There is also a flood green battalion stationed here, which is the green battalion of Chengdu.

The arrival of the Eight Banners arrest team made this checkpoint in the deep mountains lively.There are also two food transport teams returning from the front line with empty vehicles to settle here.

After nightfall, the battalion soldiers set up bonfires, pile after pile, looking down from a height, like stars dotted.

It may be because the Chinese New Year is approaching, the number of raids by Fanbing has decreased recently, and there have been no attacks on the road in the past two days, which makes Jia Liuxin more confident.

When you go to Muguomu the day after tomorrow to get the certificate of completion of the task, you can go back to Meinuo Village to celebrate the New Year.The next time the Seventh Team will come out to patrol again will be half a month later.

Liu De's men started cooking with the existing pots and stoves.

Soon, the aroma of rice filled the camp.

Due to the day's affairs, Jia Liu was not in the mood, so he ate two bites and then got into the tent to sleep.

Yang Yuchun, the bodyguard and thug, was asked by Jia Liu to sleep in the same tent with him, so that someone could cover him in case of any unexpected situation.

In the middle of the night, Yang Yuchun, who was sleeping drowsily, was awakened by the exclamation next to him. When he opened his eyes, he subconsciously picked up the iron rod placed by the mat and jumped up to rush out.

However, outside, it was quiet.

Looking again, it was Master Jia who was sleeping on the other side, having a nightmare.

"Escort, Escort"

Jia Liu couldn't stop muttering, with sweat oozing from his forehead, he didn't know what terrible scene he encountered in his dream.

"call!"

Jia Liu sat up straight.

Not only his forehead, but also his back was covered with sweat.

"grown ups?"

Yang Yuchun stared blankly at Jia Liu who opened his eyes.

"Did your lord have a nightmare?"

"Ah."

After a moment of silence, Jia Liu put on his clothes and shoes, picked up a piece of meat pie that he hadn't finished eating at night, and walked out of the tent.

It is cold outside.

Yang Yuchun was eager to "protect the lord", and followed out with an iron rod, but found that Master Jia was actually going to the place where the dumb boy was imprisoned.

The dumb boy with a broken leg was tied with a rope and locked up with Goudan. He hadn't slept all this time, and his face was covered with tears.

When he found Jia Liu, the dumb boy was furious, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The dogs on the side shrank back in fright.

Discovering that the boy's legs were tied with wooden planks and a quilt, Jia Liu was taken aback for a moment, then squatted down silently, handed the piece of meatloaf on the hay, and glared at the dog egg who was about to come and snatch it. .

After that, he left silently.

This confused the dumb boy a little.

After a dozen or so steps, Jia Liu suddenly turned his head.

"Remember, my name is Jia Dongge, I'm not a Tartar."

The mountains in central Sichuan at night are cold, strange and dangerous.

(End of this chapter)