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Chapter 85
The Qing Dynasty is not yet rotten, and the men of the Eight Banners can only advance, not retreat!

Jia Liu is determined, with fierce eyes.

He wants to see which bastard dares to escape from under his nose!
If he dared to run, he dared to enforce battlefield discipline.

Be it Manchuria, Mongolia, or the Ministry of Internal Affairs, in short, any behavior that tarnishes the glory of the Eight Banners is absolutely intolerable to Jia Liu.

As a banner man and an officer of the Qing Dynasty, he must fulfill his duties today.

This is an obligation and a right.

The first step to making Qing Dynasty great again!
"preparation!"

Lord Jia swung his long knife.

When the knife falls, the gun will be fired.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the Qing Dynasty.

But at this moment, Master Jia is the pillar of Qing Dynasty.

For the Qing Dynasty, he had no choice.

Devil six, I'm afraid I'm crazy
Zu Yingyuan's head buzzed as he looked at the group of Man Ba ​​Banners in front of him who were stupefied in fright. As soon as the gun was fired, those Man Ba ​​Banners would see the King of Hades.

He wanted to persuade Guizi Liu not to go too far, it would be a big trouble if someone stabbed him in this matter, but thinking about Mr. Ah's black face, the soles of his feet were as immobile as if they were nailed.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

It's better for you to die than for me to die.

"It doesn't matter if they are dead, they are all dead, the Eight Banners are our Han army who have the final say"

Wang Si murmured in his heart, Captain Jia's words should not be carefully considered, once he thought about it, it was really fucking reasonable, and it was also fucking inspiring.

When he looked again at the group of full flags in front of him who had been gutted by the bandits, he straightened his waist involuntarily, because at this moment Comrade Sixi had only one thought in his mind—he was loyal to the Qing Dynasty, and for the Qing Dynasty he had to Make a difference!

The rest of the bannermen generally think so.

It’s okay not to think so, who let them collectively embezzle the military salary.

If this matter is exposed, it will be worse than preventing Manchuria from fleeing.

"Leader, do you really want it later?"

The bannermen of the Han army in the ninth team looked at their leader Bao, and everyone's eyes were complicated.

Since they were born, they were instilled with the idea that they must obey Manchuria unconditionally, so when they were young, they were often bullied by the gang of Manchurians, but they dared not fight back. Afraid of being bullied, they could only play in the alley near their home.

After growing up, whether it is the rations of the bannermen or the errands of the government office, they are worse than Manqi.When they came to Jinchuan to serve as soldiers on the front line, they did the hard work, the exhausting work, but the credit was given to them. What is the reason for this?

Why!
That Master Jia is right, they are also bannermen!

Everyone is a bannerman, why should our Han army banner be inferior to yours!

The country of the Qing Dynasty also has the blood and sweat of our ancestors, and we also have a share!
For the Qing Dynasty, for the ancestors, for the descendants, we must stand up!
We can no longer be afraid, we can no longer be bullied, we must take back everything that belongs to us!
The 38th year of Qianlong was really an awakening time.

Looking at the figure of Captain Jia who was exuding a murderous aura not far away, Bao Guozhong didn't know what to do. He could only remind himself that obeying orders is the bounden duty of an Eight Banners soldier.

"What are you doing, we are Manchuria!"

A Manchu leader looked ahead in disbelief, blocking their path and pointing his gun at their Han green battalion.

The Han army dare to supervise them?
The Han army dared to shoot them?

The leader, who didn't believe that such a stupid thing would happen in the world, continued to rush forward, and three other vest soldiers also rushed over, because the bandits behind were catching up.

Arles' body also moved, he couldn't stay here waiting to die.

"Boom!"

The sound of the platoon sounded again, and more than twenty muskets were fired at the same time. The leader who rushed to the front had the most shots, and his inertia made him run a few steps forward before he landed heavily.

The other three vest soldiers who ran faster were all shot by muskets.Did not die, wailing on the ground.

Knife falls.

Jia Liu had no expression on his face, but was satisfied in his heart.

The Fujian soldiers were able to resolutely implement Master Jia's spiritual policy, which made Master Jia very happy.

Looking at the motionless Manchurian leaders lying on the ground in front of him, and listening to the wailing of the three vest soldiers who were shot, Jia Liu was not without a trace of pity, but he could only hope that these Manchurian soldiers would forgive him—forgive him for what he had to do in his life. To improve, because he is afraid that one day he will fall.

"Man of the Eight Banners, there is no retreat, there is death but no life, whoever dares to retreat, kill!"

With a sound of "嗖", Zu Yingyuan shot a big arrow three feet in front of the leader of Arles.

"go back!"

More than [-] Bannerman colleagues belonging to Captain Jia roared at the same time, the loaded muskets took aim again, and the bows and arrows were ready to be fired at any time.

This scene was staged in countless places a hundred years ago.

But this time, the two sides of reincarnation switched identities.

The sound of gunshots from the front stunned the pursuers, and when they realized that the Qing army was shooting their own people, they couldn't help but feel confused.

"Second brother, why did Qinggou fight by himself?" The young bandit holding a short blade curiously asked the elder brother next to him.

"You don't know, there are real Tartars and second Tartars in Qinggou,"

The elder brother told the younger brother that the Qing army was divided into the Eight Banners and the Green Battalion, and those Eight Banners soldiers were the Tartars who came from outside the customs more than a hundred years ago.But these Tartars are also divided into real Tartars, second Tartars, and fake Tartars, and those fake Tartars are traitors who betrayed their ancestors and betrayed Ming Dynasty.

"Those who run away are traitors, and those who stop them are either real tartars or second tartars!"

The elder brother was sure of this, he swung his dagger and rushed forward: "Kill the traitor!"

There are some changes in plans.

Originally they wanted to drive these traitors to attack the real tartars behind, but who knew that the real tartars became so ruthless that they even killed their own people, so they couldn't take advantage of the chaos of the Qing army to disperse the real tartars.

But it would be good to kill all these fake Tartars, so as not to save these traitors from being a helper.

"Kill the traitor!"

All the thieves rushed to kill them, shouting.

What can Lord Arles do, he can only lead the remaining subordinates to fight the last desperate fight with the bandits who are chasing up.

It's better than dying at the hands of those goddamn Han camp soldiers.

Not to mention, he could escape death.

It's a pity that God didn't give Mr. Ah a chance. He was cut off with a short blade by a bandit who jumped on his back.

While the blood was spilling on the spot, Master Ah uttered the most vicious curse to the sky: "The Han army, all deserve to die!"

The gunfire sounded again.

While taking away the lives of several Manchu soldiers who were still fighting at the end, they also took the lives of several bandits.

When he gave the order to shoot, Jia Liu hesitated because he found that some thieves had net scarves wrapped around their heads and clothes he was familiar with.

But he had to give the order to shoot because he couldn't let the bandits get close.

"withdraw!"

The chasing fan thieves realized that they could not get cheap from the prepared "true tartars", and immediately fled towards the dense forests on both sides.

"Chase!"

Zu Yingyuan shot a bandit with an arrow just now. Seeing that the bandit who was hit by the arrow was climbing up the mountain with the help of his companions, he jumped down excitedly and wanted to lead others to chase him.

But Captain Jia ordered everyone to say: "Don't chase the poor!"

"Why don't you chase after me!"

Zu Yingyuan is so angry.

"How do you know that the thief didn't deliberately lose to lure me to chase after him?"

Jia Liu called Wang Fu with a wave of his hand, "Remember! If you can't advance after a hard battle, please send your troops quickly, without delay!"

　Some readers may not know enough about the Jinchuan War, thinking that it was the war against the rebellion of the plateau people officially announced by the Qing court.In fact, this war is very complicated. To some extent, it can be said that Jinchuan is the last base of anti-Qing and Ming Dynasty in mainland China.There are a lot of relevant research historical materials, and interested readers may wish to look for them, so as not to be the author talking nonsense.

　　Of course, the author is not certain, just to tell an interesting story for readers based on this complicated history.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)