Cutting 1719

Chapter 277 The Road to the East
The memorial that Fan Shiyi sent to the capital quickly arrived on Yongzheng's desk, and it was still placed on top, with the words "Governor of Liangjiang's Memorial to Supervise Jiangnan Mission's Practice Fold" very prominently written on it.

Obviously, the ministers are very sensitive to this note. Some even thought of last year’s governor of Guangzhou, Yang Zongren, who risked the world’s disgrace and submitted the training group practice note, but Kangxi was furious and sent Yang Zongren to prison. , are still locked inside.

But at one time and another, at that time, Chu Ni was nothing to worry about in the eyes of the Qing court. Even with some means, it was difficult to resist the army's attack, but now it is different. The overturning under the bayonet has changed the mentality of many people, which is why Fan Shiyi's memorial is so valued.

Yongzheng picked up the booklet Fan Shiyi sent, but his face was a little complicated. In essence, he was a very pragmatic person, and he didn't have too much resistance to the group practice, but he was a little worried. Whether the move will cause Jiangnan to completely lose control.He understands the truth of drinking poison to quench thirst, but it seems that he has to drink this poison now.

"Chu Ni has been going all the way to Tongling along the Yangtze River since he took the oath in Anqing, and he should have passed Chizhou by now." Prince Yi Yunxiang's face was a little gloomy. When the Han army attacked step by step, it still made Yun Xiang feel a little hard to accept.

Jiangnan, what a beautiful and rich place, it has supported the entire Qing Dynasty for many years, everyone knows that it is the land of wealth in the whole world, but now they can only watch it fall into the hands of the Fuhan army hands.

Compared with the heartbroken Yunxiang, Yongzheng cares more about the regiment training itself. He hopes that the regiment training in Jiangnan can really play a role in restricting the recovery of the Han army, rather than a small number of tools to realize his ambitions.Only when regiment training is really done, can the Qing Dynasty establish regiment training in other places, from Jiangsu to Zhejiang, from Zhejiang to Fujian, from Fujian to Guangdong and Guangxi, and the southern provinces can completely use regiment training to contain the Han army. the goal of.

Only in this way can Yongzheng have time to further consolidate the current basic situation, to manufacture more firearms, and to train more new troops. As long as he can use such a new army to defeat the Han army, then the world will be defeated. It is still the world of the Qing Dynasty.

It is because Yongzheng sees very far, so he pays more attention to the role of group training, instead of completely sealing it off like Kangxi. Of course, this is due to changes in the situation, and it is more of Yongzheng's own disposition.

"Let Yang Zongren out, I want to hear his thoughts."

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The prison cells of the Ministry of Criminal Justice in the Qing Dynasty were not all as clean and tidy as Yue Zhongqi was held in. At least a few corpses were carried out from inside every day. A few are not unusual.

After all, the place where these prisoners were held was too terrifying. More than a dozen people were crammed into a small cell. When they arrived, the door was locked at dusk, and the prisoners' excrement and urine were all in a small room full of people.Someone died in the middle of the night, and the dead and the living were so crowded together that there was no room to move.

For Yang Zongren, he was a second-rank governor of Guangdong before he came in. This basic treatment is still available, so the Ministry of Punishment specially arranged for him a fairly clean and tidy cell. An old man in his sixties, the two chatted very happily, and they didn't feel that this day was boring.

But for Yang Zongren, he naturally would not give up so easily. He spent a lot of time inquiring about major events that happened in the court, and occasionally borrowed a pen and paper to write something unrelated to poetry for self-entertainment.

For Yang Zongren, time was wasted in an extremely extravagant way, until he heard the news that the Qing army was defeated on the frontal battlefield, and even heard that many people had died in battle. battlefield.

These news kept impacting Yang Zongren's heart, and made him more convinced that he would be able to break out of prison and return to officialdom in the future.

It was not until Kangxi passed away that Yang Zongren sighed silently in his heart, this opportunity has finally come.

In the Kangxi Dynasty, Yang Zongren would never be released, because as long as Kangxi was around, Yang Zongren would never have the chance to go out, and he might even rot to death in the cell.But as long as Kangxi dies, Yang Zongren is very confident in his heart. Judging from the current situation, it has become inevitable to organize group training.

If Xinjun wants to hold a group training, I am afraid the first thing he will do is to come to Yang Zongren.At that time, it will not only be the day when I get out of trouble, but also the time when I will make a fortune.

"The emperor ordered that Yang Zongren go to the hall to face the saint!"

Yang Zongren was led by the eunuch all the way out of the Ministry of Punishment. He did not go to the Jinluan Hall first, but washed his body up and down, and then changed into a set of casual clothes made of coarse cloth. Then he followed the eunuch to the Jinluan Palace temple.

"The guilty minister Yang Zongren kowtowed to the emperor, long live my emperor!"

Yang Zongren's face was slightly agitated, but because he had been imprisoned for too long, he had already turned pale, but now his paleness was a little more red, and he looked a little excited.

Yongzheng took a look at this person, and quickly came to a conclusion in his heart. This person is quite ambitious, but to a certain extent, he is also the most desperate minister right now.

"Yang Zongren, I don't want to play those polite things with you, so I just ask you, if you are sent to Jiangnan to supervise the training of the regiment, you may do well in this job?"

Yang Zongren was as calm as usual, "Slaves can do well."

"Tell me your reasons."

"The servant thinks that with the blood of 20 regiments trained in the south of the Yangtze River, the southeast can be kept safe for a while." Yang Zongren knelt on the ground and said, just talking about the blood of the 20 regiments trained, but he seemed to treat it like nothing, and didn't take it to heart.

Yongzheng took a deep look at Yang Zongren, he liked him very much, and he was different from ordinary Hanchens, they might want to prove their loyalty to the emperor, but right now this person really wants to do something, For this, he is willing to sacrifice more people.

There is no crueler official than this.Of course, for Yongzheng, he would not be sympathetic to others, but admired Yang Zongren's temperament very much.

"Yang Zongren, I appointed you as the inspector of Jiangsu Province, and fully supervised the training of the Jiangnan regiment. This official is not comparable to the governor of Guangdong before you, but I am willing to promise that if the Fuhan army can be wiped out in the future, I will appoint you as the governor of Huguang. ?”

Yang Zongren was neither happy nor sad, his face remained unchanged. He knelt down deeply on the ground and kowtowed three times and nine times in the direction of Yongzheng.

"A slave will never disgrace his life."

When Yang Zongren went to Jiangnan with Yongzheng's will, today's Jiangnan ushered in a very wonderful scene.Fan Shiyi, governor of Liangjiang, is Han, and Wu Cunli, governor of Jiangsu, is Han, and now the inspector of Jiangsu is also Han, and with the addition of Cao Fu, weaving in Jiangning, almost the entire south of the Yangtze River has become a battlefield between Han and Han.

As far as Ning Yu was concerned, he naturally didn't care whether he was facing Manchus or Han Chinese. Anyway, when there was a real fight, no matter how good at intrigue these gangsters were, it was impossible to stop the Fuhan army from taking a step.

At the end of May, the Fuhan army surrounded Tongling, and there were only a thousand Qing troops in Tongling city. Facing the [-] troops outside the city, they opened the city gate without firing a single shot. The Fuhan army quickly entered the city wall. The fiery red banner of the Fuhan Army was planted on it.

Since marching all the way, the small towns along the way have almost all surrendered, which caused many soldiers and even generals of the Fuhan Army to complain. Without the Qing army’s resistance, it means that there will be no battles, and that there will be no battles. Credit, then it means that there is no land and money.

Ning Yu also understands in his heart that under his vigorous propaganda, the current Fuhan Army is an army that regards honor as its dignity, but the foundation is also the influence of the vigorously promoted military merit field system. However, the key to this system is that it requires Only by allowing soldiers to continuously obtain military exploits can the allure of military exploits be maintained.

Since ancient times, to forge a strong army, there must be one thing that must be lacking, and that is the fighting spirit.Ning Yu managed to raise the soldier's fighting spirit, so naturally he would not watch it disappear.

"Our army stays in Tongling for one night. We must not disturb the people or harm the people. Otherwise, we will kill without mercy. We will set off to the east tomorrow morning!" Convenience is the biggest win.

The people in the city have actually fled a lot. After all, under the propaganda of the Qing army, the Fuhan army has become the kind of rebels who kill people without blinking an eye. Even if the ordinary people don't fully believe it, they are always worried. Therefore, before the Fuhan army entered Tongling, they had fled first.

The people who stayed were unable to leave for various reasons, most of them were old and weak women and children. They looked at this army without braids with terrified eyes, and walked in with neat steps.

A ragged little boy, only six or seven years old, looked curiously at the neat formation of the Fuhan army. He took a few steps forward, and stretched out his black paint to the soldiers of the Fuhan army. hand.

He was begging from these soldiers, just like he used to do in the streets and alleys of Tongling, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of a soldier who was advancing.

The people on the side looked at this scene, but let out an exclamation. They couldn't bear to see what happened next. Maybe it was chopped down with a long knife, or maybe it was the proud man of the Fuhan Army. The bayonet stabbed into the little boy's chest so hard that they couldn't even bear to see what would happen next.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the soldier who was caught by the corner of his clothes looked at the little boy and smiled honestly. He stretched out his fat palm and stroked the little boy's head.

"You, come with me."

The Fu Han army was very modest. They never raped or killed people when they conquered cities, nor did they rob money. Even when these soldiers went shopping occasionally, they would not deliberately take advantage of the merchants.Of course, in addition to military regulations, it is largely because the Fuhan Army has been educating the soldiers.

But sometimes the Fuhan army is also very domineering. For example, now, the little boy is struggling hard to break free from the arms of the soldier, but he is only six or seven years old after all. Impossible to break free, he growled like a small animal.

There seemed to be a hint of anger on the little boy's face, he opened his mouth and bit the soldier's hand fiercely, a row of deep teeth marks appeared on it, but the soldier still smiled and led him all the way into the to Tongling City.

"My lord, this little kid bit your hand, and you still hold on to it."

In the temporarily rebuilt barracks in the city, many soldiers of the Fuhan Army were packing their luggage, but Deng Ziyi was holding the little boy with a smile on his face.

"We have already greeted the steward of the Young Eagle Camp. The minimum entry age for this year's Young Eagle Camp is seven years old. This kid looks quite strong, and he may be able to enter."

The soldier beside him smiled curiously, "My lord, we have come all the way with you, but we have never heard you talk about the Young Eagle Camp."

Deng Ziyi also had a bit of envy on his face, as well as a hint of disappointment. He said softly: "I heard that the earliest Young Eagle Camp was organized by the governor himself, and the later martial arts hall was also born out of Young Eagle Camp, speaking of it, I have no chance." After speaking, he sighed softly.

Everyone can understand Deng Ziyi's heartfelt thoughts. In fact, everyone thinks so, because in today's army, people also pay attention to qualifications. If they were born in the lecture hall, it means that joining the army should be at least no later than the Battle of Jiujiang. Otherwise, there is no chance to get in at all, and it can be regarded as a veteran.

But if he was born in the Young Eagle Camp, it would be a big deal. Basically, he was a member of Dong Ce's generation, not to mention more, at least at the level of a regiment commander, and he could be regarded as the backbone of the Fuhan Army at the moment.

If he was born in the Young Eagle Camp and could still be named one of the three surnames Ning, Cheng, and Zheng, then a golden avenue has already been paved, and it will not be difficult to become a marquis and general in the future.

Deng Zi also patted the little boy's head lightly, and he said with a smile: "Although I can't do it, but seeing that this kid looks good today, let's give him a chance to go to this young eagle camp to hone his skills. , Our old Deng is also happy after grinding it out!"

There was still a bit of sadness in the words, and I don't know if this sadness was understood by the little boy. He stopped making trouble, but quietly leaned on Deng Ziyi's chest and stared blankly ahead.

Everyone stood up, and they looked at the distant sky together. It seemed that everyone was thinking about something, and they seemed to be in a daze, but after a while, they were busy again.

It wasn't until many years later, when the little boy came out of the Eagle Battalion, that he realized how much the soldier had favored him. The little boy didn't become a big man, and later he died in the battle against Tsarist Russia in the far north. On the battlefield, but he will always remember the soldier who carried him into the city.

(End of this chapter)