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Chapter 745 Kill me and feel that Luo is taking credit!
Aixinjueluo Liangzhu woke up from the cold in the middle of the night because the firewood pile in front of him had burned out.

There is no temperature at all. As the old saying goes, planing ashes still generates heat. This pile of ashes really has no heat.

After waking up from the cold, Liangzhu immediately took his hands out of the two closed sleeve pockets, and then stuffed them into his crotch. He suddenly felt that his hands were extremely warm, more comfortable than soaking in a bathhouse in Beijing for three or nine days.

This warming method was taught by their team leader Malta from Sauron. Although this method may seem crude, it is the fastest way to restore consciousness to the hands in the icy and snowy environment.

I scratched the itch while keeping my hands warm, and then I wanted to wake up the people around me to find some wood, otherwise they would have to peel off their skins if they didn't freeze to death in the middle of the night.

Just as he was about to call someone, his expression suddenly froze, and he found that he had an extra cloak on his body at some point.

Liangzhu's ancestor was Prince Yu Fuquan, the elder brother of the holy patriarch Kangxi. Although he was not as good as his cousin Prince Yu Lianghuan, he was also a third-class auxiliary general. This cloak is worth a lot, and the needleworker alone can't take it down.

Looking carefully, I was even more shocked. It turned out that the cloak was embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon. It looked like it was from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and I felt terrified in my heart, because only Prince Heshuo dared to wear a cloak of this size!

Could it be that fate is on me?
In an instant, his mind was clear, and the sleepy bug ran away without a trace. He picked up his cloak and stood up stiffly, but then he froze there.

As the camera slowly moved forward, Liang Zhu could clearly see a tall figure standing at the guard post where they were supposed to be standing.

It's a snowman.

A person bathed in snow.

But I saw that the snowman was wearing armor, with a waist knife in his left hand and a musket in his right hand.

He just remained motionless, letting snowflakes fall on his hat, face, and collar, and letting the strong wind blow his stalwart figure.

His eyes were extremely firm, as if everything in this world didn't exist in Snowman's eyes, and there was only responsibility—responsibility for Qing Dynasty!

Who is he?
For whom?
Liang Zhu was stunned, and a sense of shame rose from the bottom of his heart for no reason, making his face flush with dryness.

But he soon realized that something was wrong, because not far from the snowman stood dozens of imperial guards in yellow jackets and a group of senior generals of the Eight Banners.

Many of them looked at Liang Zhu who was standing there stupidly with a cloak in his hand.

In an instant, Liangzhu understood everything, and after a short period of blankness, he ran towards the snowman recklessly, and then fell to his knees with a "plop": "2467 see the general king!"

"2467" is Liang Huan's number in the Yellow Belt Battalion, because all the soldiers are called Aixinjueluo, and many people's names have the same character, or even the same, so in order to distinguish and command quickly and effectively Yellow belt soldiers, the number is specially used to distinguish them.

There is no other meaning.

"2467?"

The snowman was none other than Wang Jialiu, the second general of the Qing Dynasty. At this time, shivering with cold, he was cursing his mother inwardly.

The reason is that after he asked people to put out the bonfire of these guys, he thought they would wake up in 10 minutes at most, but he didn't expect to be woken up after half an hour. As a result, he collapsed like a telegraph pole Half an hour, really cold enough to choke.

If it weren't for the reputation of a man who loves soldiers like a son, respects his brothers and respects his brothers, and Aixinjueluo's family, he would never have humiliated himself like this.

The rest of the yellow belts who were sleeping were also startled by the noise. When they found a large group of yellow jackets at the gate of the camp, none of them knew what happened, and ran over tremblingly and knelt down like Liangzhu.

Numbers vary.

All of them panicked in their hearts. They were sleeping, but the general king was standing guard for them. What is the nature of this?

Don't let the bastard general king use them as a model again, and do some ghost tricks to kill chickens and monkeys, then it will be very wronged.

It's not impossible.

Outside the Desheng gate last month, the devil Liu did a lot of surgery on the children of their clan.

I panicked, my teeth chattered.

However, he didn't hear Guizi Liu scolding again and again. Instead, he saw that this boy who was obviously a Han army flag boy became a thing of the same clan as them for some reason, and asked Liangzhu's name very kindly.

When asking questions, Jia Liu shook the snow on his body, and his eyes swept over the kneeling yellow belts one by one.

His eyes are full of tenderness.

"Back to the general's words,"

Liangzhu didn't dare not answer, and told his name honestly, but everyone could hear that his voice was trembling.

"Bright pillar?"

Jia Liu recalled the family history he studied at the clan's residence, "Could it be after Prince Yu?"

Liang Zhu hurriedly nodded and said that his ancestor was Prince Yu Fuquan.

"Well, Prince Yu is a rare virtuous king in the Qing Dynasty. Back then, the holy grandfather asked him to attack Galdan for General Fuyuan. He defeated Galdan in the battle of Ulan Butong. His martial arts are outstanding."

After speaking highly of Mrs. Liangzhu, Jia Liu was not without joy and stepped forward to help Fuquan's great-grandson, "This time the country once again recruited the sons of the clan to go to the army. I am very happy that you can take the initiative to apply for the army. I also hope that you can be like your ancestors." To win glory for the country, to fight side by side with this king, for the sake of our country of Aixinjueluo."

While talking, Baerla, the wing chief of the Yellow Belt Battalion who got the news, rushed over with his people. After hearing the ins and outs of the incident from the captain of the security battalion, Barla immediately raised his brows. It's better to help people beat the shit out of them.

According to the development of the plot, Liangzhu only needs to cooperate with the general king to say some official words to make everyone happy. Unexpectedly, the great-grandson of Fuquan felt that if he didn't strive for this opportunity to speak with the general king, he might die miss forever.

So, after repeated drumming, he decided to tell the truth to the general king.

He bit the bullet and said: "To the Great General, I didn't take the initiative to join the conscript, but was forcibly drawn here by them."

"Huh? And this?"

Jia Liu's face sank, and his complexion was rather ugly.

"Report to the Great General, we were also forced to come here."

"I was not included in the conscript list, but because I passed by Deshengmen that day, I was asked to be arrested by soldiers and sent to the camp."

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Several other people saw that Liang Zhu had said so, and complained one after another, saying that they were all forcibly brought here, and hoped that the General Wang would be kind enough to let them go back.

Jia Liuting's face turned even darker, never expecting that the people below would be so confused.

If the matter is true, wouldn't the bandits laugh when they heard it!
It is a big joke that the dignified descendants of Aixinjueluo have been reduced to being pulled by others!

"This king will investigate this matter clearly. If it is true as you said, this king will definitely give you justice!"

Jia Liu stated on the spot that he wanted to give Liang Zhu and others justice, and when he saw Wing Chief Balla coming, he immediately walked in front of him with a livid face and hands behind his back.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly thought of something, and ordered Baozhu to take back the cloak in Liangzhu's hand.

"Balla!"

Jia Liu was extremely displeased to see Ba ​​La, who he let out to be his own.

"The end is here!"

Barra blushed.

Jia Liu snorted slightly: "Did you hear what they said just now?"

Balla looked ashamed: "The last general heard it!"

"It's good to hear that it's true, and you can investigate it for me! Hmph, today I love the disciples of Xinjueluo who can be recruited as young men, but in the future, will they use their heads to invite military merits from the court!"

As he was speaking angrily, a few screams suddenly came from behind.

Looking back in a daze, Bao Zhu and several yellow jacket imperial guards were wiping their long knives.

The headless corpses of Liang Zhu and others fell in a pool of congealed blood.

"This"

It took Jia Liu a long time to mutter: "It seems that the problem has finally been solved."

(End of this chapter)