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Chapter 68 Master Jia's Unrivaled Martial Arts

It's really not that Jia Liu saw death and refused to save him. If you want to blame it, you can blame Qianlong for being too partial to the Man and Mongolian children, which caused the Man and Mongolian children to get [-]% of the important official positions in the Qing Dynasty.

Everyone is the Eight Banners. Why can my Han army only pick up the leftovers of the Mongolian flags?

The principle of not worrying about scarcity but about inequality will not be outdated in any dynasty.

Moreover, didn't Qianlong feel that there were too many children of the Eight Banners of the Han Army, so he tried every means to drive the Eight Banners of the Han Army out of the banner.

Then the problem arises, if the number of Manchurians suddenly starts to decrease abnormally for some reason, his Lord Qianlong can still regard the Han army as shit, and dare to call the ancestors of the Han army who worked for him in Aixinjueluo Jiangshan as traitors ?

Therefore, in order to make the distribution of official positions in the Qing Dynasty as fair as possible, and to make better progress for himself, Jia Liu hopes that the Manchu and Mongolian children can make greater sacrifices for the Qing Dynasty.

To a certain extent, the generals of the Eight Banners, including Agui, Fukang'an, Hailancha, and Mingliang, are all enemies of Jia Liu's climbing up.

If these people don't die, it's hard for Jia Liu to get ahead.

Because they are young too.

The most irritating thing is that Jia Liu is now at the stock level, and these guys have already entered the game.

The sky is immortal, but the yellow sky cannot stand.

In order to better serve the Qing Dynasty, Jia Liu could only do his best to ask those comrades and old comrades who would affect his work to take the first step within his own ability.

This is not to harm the Qing Dynasty, nor is it to cooperate with the enemy, nor is it to betray the country, but to let the Qing Dynasty enter a better development track.

Benign, not malignant.

Zu Yingyuan wants to save people, but Jia Liu is disdainful in his heart: Liu Ye is learning from your ancestor's old man, what a fart you know!

Of course, you can't just say that Liu Ye is not going to save people, but that saving people is a matter of everyone's life, so we must be cautious.

At least there must be a feasible solution.

So Captain Jia picked up a stone and drew a topographic map on the ground, and began to study it.

All the Baitang'a, including all the Sura, were full of praise for Mr. Jia's plan, and there were many brilliant points.

"This, first, we're going to"

"Captain, hurry up!"

"Secondly, we must prepare a plan in case there are thieves here."

"Lord Jia, Lord Jia! Saving people is like putting out a fire!"

"Finally, once the action starts, we must have the will to sacrifice. We must not be greedy for life and fear death. We must have a firm will to die for the Qing Dynasty."

"Ghost six, if you don't give the order, I'll go by myself!"

"Okay, I'm announcing now!"

The feasible plan researched by Mr. Jia was finally released, but what made him sad was that the war ended.

Liu De panicked and reported that the Mongolian Eight Banners grain transport team was completely annihilated, and the leading forward, Tuerge, was seriously injured.

"Ugh!"

Jia Liu stomped heavily, feeling infinitely sad.

"you you you!"

Zu Yingyuan was so angry that he chopped off the tree with a knife, "You are wronging the country! You are betraying the country!"

"You're talking nonsense, how could I have lost the country!"

"I, Jia Dongge, was born in the Qing Dynasty and died as a Qing ghost. I grew up under the banner of Zhenglan since I was a child. My old man is still a hero who founded the country. He said that I was wronged and betrayed the country! You are bloody!"

"Brothers are here, tell everyone what is wrong with me?"

Jia Liu is also angry. What he hates the most in his life is when others misunderstand him.

"The captain is not wrong. To save people, there must be a good rescue plan. Otherwise, the swarm will not save people, but harm people."

Cui Hengyou, who was in the red flag, patted the angry Zu Yingyuan, asking him to understand the captain.

"Xiaozu, the captain is just Captain Lan Ling, and we are only thirteen people, so why are you betraying the country? There is no reason for you to put a big hat on you. I think you should pay the captain, let's forget about it."

Wang Si, the oldest member of the seventh team, came out to turn around.

Jia Liu understood Zu Yingyuan's mood, so he asked Wang Fu to do his ideological work, and don't go overboard.

"Take me there to see Lord Turg!"

Jia Liu pulled Yang Yuchun on and rushed to the battlefield ahead.

When I went to the ground, I saw the corpses of Qing soldiers who died in battle everywhere on the slopes and roads.

There are Eight Banners soldiers and Green Battalion soldiers.

There were more than a dozen corpses of bandits, obviously their companions retreated in a hurry and didn't bother to carry them away.

With countless blunderbuss in his body, the Mongolian red flag forward Xiao Tuercun, who was almost bleeding dry, was found in the grass by Fujian green battalion soldiers and had just been carried to the road.

"You...why don't you come to rescue Fearful Thief Ruhu, I, I... want to play"

Although the arrest team was close at hand, but they couldn't come over for a long time, Turg was unwilling and hated.

"Ah? My lord, what did you say? Alright, I will definitely tell Wen Zhongtang that you are a man, it is the glory and pride of my Eight Banners."

Jia Liu was inexplicably sad and angry, and hugged Turge regardless of the blood on Turge's body was oozing out.

He squeezed Turg's neck tightly with the help of his back.

"grown ups!"

After confirming that Turge died, Jia Liu wailed.

After howling a few times, he found that Yang Yuchun was looking at him stupidly, and he didn't come to pull him up, so he threw Turge's body on the ground, got up and wiped his face with his sleeve to ask Liu De about the casualties.

Liu De, Peng Xiaohan, and the sentry officer surnamed Lu counted the deaths. More than 73 people died in the Green Camp, and all [-] people from the Eight Banners soldiers down from the leader Turg were killed.

Among the more than three hundred civilian husbands, except for those who ran out, three died and five were injured.The reason is that when they heard the sound of the guns, they consciously and honestly lay down on the ground.

Fan thieves mainly shot and killed the escorting Qing army, so there was no need to shoot and kill civilian husbands who were not a threat to them.

Furthermore, the 20-year blockade has limited Fanjun's medicines and will not be wasted easily.

Jia Liu sighed, and ordered Liu De to let the civilian husbands carry all the bodies of the soldiers of the Qing army who died in battle to the cart and bring them back to the Muguomu Camp.

What to do with it afterwards is none of his business.

Then let Liu De quickly organize people to tidy up the scattered silver carts on the road, and pick up all the fallen silver.

"As for these."

Jia Liu looked at the body of Fan Bing not far away, and wanted to say something but was too embarrassed to say it.

Liu De was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "It's because of your bravery!"

"This is the credit of the brothers, what does it have to do with me?"

"It's the adults who command well"

For the first time, Jia Liu felt that Liu De was so pleasing to the eye.

Over there, Zu Yingyuan's anger also gradually dissipated, what can he do now that the matter has come to this.And even if you lead people up there, you may not be able to save the soldiers of the Eight Banners of Mengmeng.

As soon as Wang Fu came over, he heard the conversation between Captain Jia and Mr. Liu, and couldn't help but "bah": "Ghost six, you are too shameless!"

Jia Liu looked at the great-grandson Zu Dashou with displeasure, and thought to himself that it is good that I didn't kill you, but you are giving me eyes, right?

Last time, the three hundred and fifty taels of Shu's second son, did the four of you have the nerve to share it?Isn't it good to add me a 50!

"Remember, the Seventh Squadron of the Han Army Zhenglan Banner worshiped Tang Azu Yingyuan to kill the thieves bravely, and shot and killed two thieves with arrows."

"Ok?"

Zu Yingyuan was silent for a moment, then snorted, and went to help the peasants lift the silver cart that had fallen by the roadside.

After half an hour.

Jia Liu called the whistle chief named Peng Xiaohan over and asked about the loss of salary.

"It's okay, it's okay, I only lost nine carts of silver, more than [-] taels."

Peng Xiaohan was also lucky, most likely the bandits were worried about being entangled by the arrest team, so they took some money in a hurry and ran away.Otherwise, all the people would die, and all the money would be robbed, and he and Lu Ada would die if they returned to the camp.

Jia Liu didn't think it was because the thieves were in a hurry to get out to take such a small amount of money, but that they simply couldn't get more.

Silver is not food, it can be set on fire.

More than a hundred taels is a few catties (16 taels per catty), and more than a thousand taels is a few tens of catties. Those gangsters really want to take a few 100,000 taels of silver away, just like birds for food.

Suddenly turned around.

"The two of you fled the battle, resulting in your salary being robbed, and Mr. Turge was martyred. Are you going to talk to me here, or go to the camp and talk to Wen Zhongtang!"

(End of this chapter)