Great Qing Dynasty talker

Chapter 338: The mentally broken Saxon mission fired the first shot!
As expected, Jingqi was ready to move.

Many idlers carried caged birds and circled around the Lifanyuan Post House in the name of walking.

This made the infantry commander's office very nervous and temporarily added 200 soldiers.

however,
This move only intensified the conflict.

Jiang Tianmu got it right by mistake, and there were several clear chains of contempt among the Manchus, between those who were in the banner and those who were not in the banner, and those who were on errands and those who were not.

As a bannerman, not only do you get more crops every month, but it also means you have a small amount of wood and strength in your hands. It can be cashed out, exchanged, and you can get a better life.

A bannerman who has no errands is just a street runner.

……

The biggest feature of a street liar is leisure.

If you see dogs fighting on the road, you have to go over and take a look, and make fun of them.

……

"Yes."

Seal and nail the doors and windows of the house.

Moreover, many people secretly hoped that someone else would come forward and rush into the post house to teach the barbarians a lesson.

"Tell everyone to have swords and muskets ready and be prepared for emergencies."

Many of the Beijing bannermen who had no errands may not really want to respect the emperor and fight the barbarians, and they may not have the bloodiness to kill the barbarians. It's just a "just watch the fun" mentality.

Drag furniture out to act as a barrier.

Everywhere:

An infantry commander on duty, the Yamen Assistant Leader, whispered an order:

Because the guy in rags and swearing across the street really wasn't talking nonsense. If the scolding continues, you will definitely suffer.

Unfortunately, this threat method is ineffective against the bannermen.

Immediately, a bannerman carrying a birdcage yelled at him:

They weakly leaned against the wall, silently using knives to make shotgun shells.

Shen Shi, three quarters.

This is a kind of cultural inheritance within the Eight Banners~
"Damn, what kind of world is this? Treating a bunch of crooks who appear out of nowhere with delicious food and drinks. In my opinion, I should drag them all to the market and chop them up for 3000 dollars."

Greeting each other, the scene was lively like the Chinese New Year.

Hundreds of people have gathered outside the post house, and the number is still increasing.

Although Qing court officials repeatedly assured that they were safe and the court was friendly. But he still didn't dare to worry.

On one side, more than 300 soldiers surrounded the post house.

"Damn it, why don't you just join in the fun? How can such a big event in Sijiu City be without us Nancheng Eight Tigers?"

"Are you going to rebel?"

"A madman doesn't need a reason to kill! That old dog Voltaire boasted about the Emperor of Tartar, which is rare in the world. If I can return to Europe alive, I must find him and retaliate in person."

Fill the musket with shotguns. If there are not enough bullets, use a knife to cut them, and turn the gold rewarded by Qianlong into golden shotguns.

This job was given to the seriously injured.

"Your grandpa was just a groom of my grandpa back then. What? Now he's mixed up and doesn't recognize his old master? Bah!"

The two sides just faced each other.

Looking at more and more people gathering, a Zuo Ling who couldn't hold himself back stood up and said fiercely while pressing the hilt of his knife.

If you miss such a grand event, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

That scene must be so exciting.

On the other side were more than a thousand idle bannermen, who treated it like visiting a vegetable market, throwing out all sorts of weird things.

In the post house,
Standong, who was watching on the wooden ladder, looked worried.

Under Stone's insistence, all 16 survivors, including him, took action.

Assessing the situation by yourself is not risky and adds fun to a boring life.

why not?

"Whoo."

……

"Your Excellency, will the Tatars really attack us? Why do they want to attack us?"

Zuo Ling lost all his arrogance in an instant.

All the idle people from Sijiu City came.

"Tell everyone not to argue with these bastards. Wait, the sun will set in another hour."

"Hey, how many brothers are here?"

Following Macartney's death, two more seriously injured members of the mission died of excessive blood loss or infection.

……

Suddenly, a banner man saw Standong standing behind the wall, sticking his head out to watch.

He immediately pointed and cursed:
"Young and old men, take a look. It's just that yellow guy."

Suddenly, there was a burst of curses.

Standong looked at Wu Yangyang's head and felt a palpitation in his heart.

His face turned pale:

"Gentlemen, pray to God, I bet the barbaric Tatars will not let us go this time,"

A member of the mission cried:

"They're going to hell. How could they attack the envoy?"

Others cursed crazily:

"Why don't you bring the warships from Dagukou over and bombard the Tatars outside. The Saxon Kingdom is not easy to bully."

The sky gradually darkened.

The assistant leader on duty outside breathed a sigh of relief and cursed in a low voice:

"It will only cause chaos. It will make me stand here all day."

The person next to me immediately echoed:

"That's what Master Xie Ling said. These idle bannermen don't think about the overall situation at all."

……

At this time, it was on the top floor of the hotel across the street.

Jiang Tianmu put down the telescope and said with a smile:

"The time is almost here. It's up to our Yingye to appear~"

Drunk, and having been taught that "you will win only if you love gambling", Yingye swaggered into the crowd:

"Get out of the way."

His appearance of making trouble immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"All the young and old men in Forty-Nine City, listen to me. The barbarians living there are all liars. They are not envoys at all. They are all apprentices of the Seris Mission. They cheated gold and silver. It's appalling!"

"What does this mean? It means that there are treacherous ministers in our court who are deceiving the emperor and protecting these barbarians."

"If you are loyal to the Qing Dynasty, get out of the way!"

"Yes." Seeing someone taking the lead, the bannermen, who had already been making quite a noise, became spirited again and started to make a lot of noise.

"Ying Lao Wu. Are you having a seizure while riding a horse? Go home and drink your pickled vegetable stick noodle porridge."

They are all bannermen from the Four Nine Cities, and most of them know each other. Xie Ling's insulting curse in public immediately ignited Master Ying's anger.

For the sake of broken self-esteem, gamblers will never admit defeat.

Master Ying shook his pigtails, and suddenly he got excited and raised his arms and shouted:
"Young and old men, rush in with me."

Hurrah, there was chaos outside the inn.

……

An intelligence agency operative draws the bowstring.

Phew, the arrow wrapped in paper drew a beautiful arc and landed in the courtyard of the post house.

The nervous Saxon was startled, looking at the arrow that was still trembling with its remaining strength.

"Hong, go and take a look."

Hong Renhui unwrapped the note and his face instantly turned pale.

"What does it say?"

"The Tatars are going to take action, run! run! run!"

"Is it signed?"

"Anonymous reminder."

In an instant, Stendong's hair stood on end. Without hesitation, he shouted sharply:
"rush out!"

"I order you in the name of the plenipotentiary envoy of the Saxon Kingdom to rush out with me. Fight!"

……

The soldiers who were maintaining order were stunned.

Looking at the Saxon envoys rushing out with guns and swords, they were stunned for a moment. Staunton knelt down on one knee and fired a shot at the stocky Tatar officer in front of him, who had the most luxurious-looking helmet.

Bang, Xie Ling stumbled to the ground.

He can't figure it out~
All the bannermen present couldn’t figure it out. There seemed to be something wrong with this script!
Only Mr. Ying was the most excited and shouted:

"I'm not wrong, the barbarians have rebelled. Come on, old and young men, kill the barbarians. It's time to perform meritorious deeds."

However, the scene was too chaotic.

Some threw away the birdcage and turned around and ran away, some stood still and watched, and some were stunned and rushed forward.

The more than 300 soldiers who originally protected the post house were also in chaos. Some are trying to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, some are looking for officers, some are furious, and some are confused.

In short, I didn't know who to aim the knife at for a while.

……

At this time, the people brought by Jiang Tianmu began to act according to the predetermined plan.

When there is chaos, there is an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

2 things!

One, set fire. Second, mix in the crowd and stab people randomly to create chaos.

Master Ying is dead, stabbed to death in the chaos.

An Intelligence Agency operative had already targeted him.

"It's on fire, it's on fire."

The shops at both ends of the street burst into flames almost one after the other!
The operators brought by Jiang Tianmu were ruthless and killed the shopkeeper directly, then got on the board and set fire to it calmly. Due to the characteristics of wooden buildings of this era, once a fire breaks out, it is difficult to save it.

……

The Saxons and the soldiers of the infantry commander's office fought together.

Standong raised his musket and hit a Han army flag soldier on the head. Then he threw away the musket, drew his sword and continued to fight.

He had only one idea in his mind: go east and escape to Dagokou.

"Kill, kill these ungrateful Saxons."

The Han flag infantry holding spears pressed forward step by step. With spears and swords in formation, the spear side naturally had a greater advantage.

The Saxons fell to the ground wailing.

In an alley 50 feet away, Hong Renhui's face was covered in blood, and Stangdong was holding a sword and retreating from the battle.

They were surrounded.

In the end, both of them were captured!
"Tie him up and take him back to claim his reward."

Six patrol battalion infantrymen escorted them out of the alley.

They saw several people wearing straw sandals squatting in a corner in fear, with their eyes lowered and their heads in their hands.

When passing by,
These Intelligence Agency operators, disguised as ordinary people, pulled short-handed muskets from the basket.

Calmly shoot them in the back.

After a short fight, all six patrol battalion infantrymen fell in a pool of blood.

……

Stangdong and Hong Renhui were stunned and confused.

This was the only life-saving straw at present, which had to be grasped. They were packed into a carriage and evacuated from the scene.

The rest of the Saxon mission was not so lucky. Eight people were killed on the spot and the rest were captured.

Long Zongmen in the Forbidden City.

He Shen and Yu Minzhong, who claimed that they had just recovered and were on duty, could hardly believe their ears.

"Who gave you the courage to attack and kill the Saxon envoys without permission?"

"Be careful with your words, sir. It was the Saxons who attacked my soldiers first, and then they fought back. These barbarians simply don't take our Qing Dynasty seriously. They are crazy, crazy~" Admiral Jiumen's attitude was also very firm.

Yu Minzhong quickly smoothed things over:

"Why don't you just listen to the Holy Will?"

The two looked at each other angrily and could only wait for the Holy Judgment.

In the Yangxin Hall,

Qianlong was lying on the couch and whispered:
"understood."

Qin Si, the eunuch in charge, quickly smiled and said:

"My lords, we are short of masters. Let the Military Aircraft Department discuss a charter first."

……

Of the six captured Saxons, two more soon died due to excessive blood loss and extreme fear.

The remaining four were imprisoned in the Penal Department Prison.

The decree from the Forbidden City came quickly:
The Saxons feared power rather than virtue. After being interrogated by the Three Justices, they were escorted to Caishikou and cut in half!
Qianlong was extremely disappointed with the current situation.

He didn't want to delve into the reason for the moment. He just wanted to rest and wait for his son Yongyan to return to the capital, just in case.

Agui, who held heavy troops in Huguang, was also temporarily recalled out of some unspeakable concerns.

From the time he took the throne to now, he has never felt so haggard and weak.

For a moment, I couldn't help but worry that my time had come.

After checking the pulse, the doctor outside the palace repeatedly said that it was just the rapid fire attacking the heart that caused the person's dizziness and weakness. He only needed to rest for a long time and stop being angry, so he could slowly adjust.

Qianlong, who cherished his life extremely, complied with all the instructions, even stopping the morning court, and did not ask about government affairs if he could. This completely confirmed Beijing's suspicion that Long was ill.

Qin Si, who knew the emperor best, knew:
A bloody storm is already brewing. The always proud master has never suffered such outrageous injustice!
……

The news about the siege of the post house and the emperor's illness spread like wildfire, and all the dogs in the Forty-Nine City knew about it.

It's something related to the royal family, and I wouldn't dare to discuss it in a place like a teahouse or restaurant, but it doesn't stop everyone from discussing it privately.

Everyone is thinking about one thing:

If the old emperor dragon controls the nine heavens, who will sit on this dragon throne?
For a time, the quick-thinking people even sent their confidants out of Beijing to show their goodwill to Yongyan, the fifteenth son of the emperor, and send him generous gifts.

Of course,
There are also some people with deep thoughts, shy eunuchs, and low-ranking officials who try to make a big deal out of small things and start a cold stove.

The residences of Yongxuan, the eleventh son of the emperor, and Yonglin, the seventeenth son of the emperor, began to become lively.

Although the eighth prince Yongxuan is still alive, he has few people. Because he is a lame~
Obviously, a cripple cannot become emperor.

Yongxuan was very self-aware. He was obsessed with calligraphy and was writing a mourning couplet with tears for his half-brother, Yongxuan, the fourth son of the emperor, who had just died on the hospital bed.

"Alas, life is so absurd."

There is a reason why he feels this way.

His biological mother, Princess Shujia, gave birth to 4 sons. One died young, one just died, one was lame (himself), and one was about to make a move (the eleventh son of the emperor).

He took a deep breath and opened the study door:
"Get ready to drive and see my brother off."

……

It is better to believe in ghosts and gods than to believe in imperial doctors!

During the period of rest, Qianlong summoned monks, Taoists, lamas, and shamans.

The main focus is on a comprehensive Xinmao!
Maybe it's a psychological effect, maybe it's because the masters are profound.

His palpitations improved slightly~
The emotions of anger, suspicion, irritability, collapse, and shame were gradually squeezed out, and the calm, ruthless, and restrained emperor's heart gradually returned.

"Master, you look much better than the past two days."

Qin Si wept with joy, not caring at all about the loss of etiquette before the king.

Qianlong was also inexplicably moved. This rootless eunuch was more loyal than those noble clan members and even his sons who enjoyed worldly glory.

"Don't make any announcement to the outside world."

"The slave understands."

……

Qianlong closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the futon, playing with the Buddhist beads, listening to the Sanskrit music, and whispered:
"You have to do two things for me. The first thing is to send an order to the governor of Zhili to station in Dagukou to take a preemptive strike and sink the Saxon fleet. The second thing is to send reliable personnel out of Beijing quietly to mobilize Miyun, Baodi and Changping. A total of 800 Eight Banners cavalry troops stationed in Shunyi came to Beijing secretly to enrich the pro-military camp and temporarily control the guard office."

Qin Si trembled in fright and quickly knelt down:
"Master, you must not do it. My ancestors taught me that eunuchs are not allowed to interfere in politics. Moreover, the temperance guard office is the errand of the minister of the guard, and the slave is an eunuch. How can it be good~"

Qianlong waved his hand:

"No need to say any more. Just do as you are told. Nowadays, the government and the public are treacherous and changeable, and people's hearts are at odds with each other. You have to take responsibility for the safety of the Forbidden City and me."

"Whoo."

Qin Si kowtowed and left, quietly going to do the work.

……

"What's the situation outside?"

"Billions of subjects all look forward to the Emperor's good health. Except for a few restless people who come and go frequently, this is the list."

"Go back."

A guard at the sticky pole put down the book and silently exited the hall.

Qianlong finished browsing and immediately threw it into the brazier. Continue to meditate, remain calm and focused.

In the hall, the prayer ceremony is in full swing.

The lean Taoist priest wielding a mahogany sword and the muscular lama shaking the prayer wheel glared at each other and fought in circles!
The shaman with oil paint on his face was beating the leather drum crazily, his head kept tilting back and forth, his eagle feather hat had already fallen to the ground, and his mental state was close to a trance.

Only the fat and white monk with a kind face and kind eyes sat cross-legged, his treasures were strict, and he was tapping the agarwood fish unhurriedly.

(End of this chapter)