Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

"This is really a Feng Shui cycle!" Less than ten years of time have passed since then, when this group of violent people finally became the victims of the violence. Just like back then, what kind of massacres had they done to the Far East Survivor, they have today also been massacred by the Far East Survivor … "

Sakamoto Ryoma looked at the fleeing Sha Russian Navy in the bay and could not help but sigh. He placed his hands together and closed his eyes as he chanted the mantra, "Southern Wasteless Hidden King Bodhisattva". "No Amitabha to the south …"

Not far away, Ma Hui and Ding Si, who had just finished their mission of silencing, looked at the reciting Sakamoto Ryoma in astonishment. Ding Si could not help but ask in a low voice, "Ah … Didn't they say that the Dragon Servant was a fake monk? It was the Prime Minister who sent him out to punish him … But why does it look like it's true today? "

Ma Hui put his finger to his mouth and hissed, "Shh..." Lower your voice. Can't you see that the lord is chanting? This was the tradition of Fu Sang for thousands of years. Monks could enter politics, and those who could enter politics could also go into society … "Over there, only those who are truly qualified to become a member of a university would have the right to become a member. It's completely different from the ones we have here …"

"Gone, gone …" The battle in the bay has nothing to do with us. Wait! "What is that …" Ma Hui raised his head and suddenly pointed to the west with his finger and asked in surprise.

Everyone followed his finger and saw a faint black smoke rising from the west. Ding Si looked at it and casually said, "Where did the fire come from? "There's even a need to look. There's no fire in war at all, this city is almost on fire …"

"That's not right!" No, no! That was not the fire of the battlefield. That distance was not the fire of the battlefield at all … Something went wrong in the west. It's smoke! " Ma Hui was originally from Qing Dynasty. Although Green Battalion didn't have much combat power, he understood some of the Middle Age's rules of war during his daily training.

In the absence of telegraph communications, the main use of military communications was war horses, horns, flags, smoke beacons, and lights in the night. The ancient mode of communication, beacon fire, has never been withdrawn from the military arena.

Ma Qi could tell the distance between him and the smoke at a glance. He could tell that something wasn't right after calculating for a bit. This distance wasn't a battle zone at all.

"Walk, walk …" Forget about the captives, there must be something going on westward! " Ma Huan led his group of soldiers and rushed out of the western city like a madman.

Ma Hui's guess was not wrong. Smoke was indeed rising in the west, and the one who lit the smoke was not just anyone else, but also the old ginseng head who had followed the Bravehearts from the beginning.

At two in the morning, old ginseng head's villa was already brightly lit. All sorts of comfort items that were packed the night before began to be tied up on Thomas' back. Dried venison, dried wild chicken meat, frozen deer meat, mutton... There are plenty of wild game outside the pass. As long as you can bear to catch them, you won't be able to catch all of them in the winter even if you don't fear suffering.

These were all rewards to the loyal troops. All the big lords of the houses in the Far East knew that the Russian was no longer around, that they had been squeezed inside the city during the winter. All the small fortresses outside were all pulled out by the loyal soldiers, and their heads were hung on the big trees on both sides of the road.

Even if he did not eat it, he would have to give it to the army as a reward. Not only was this a friendship between friends, it was more important for him to gain a deeper impression in front of the General Xiang. In the future, the benefits his own Manor would receive from the Far East would all depend on his current emotional investment.

The old ginseng head had finally taken out all of the assets they had at the Ginseng Manor. Wild game, grain, furs … Most importantly, there were also many medicinal herbs, especially the treasured ginseng. This thing was the best way to use hanging by a thread. A single sip of soup from a heavily injured person could allow them to persevere for one more day, and persevere for one more day.

old ginseng head was not the only one thinking this, all the villages in the East bank of the Wusuli River were already bustling with activity, the horses, dogs, and plows were all carrying the refined kerosene lamps of the Chinese race, forming streams of torrents in the pitch black night.

At four in the morning, old ginseng head finally set off with his hundred men team. Under the cold wind, their heads were covered with sweat as they stepped on the snow.

It was only until five in the morning that old ginseng head wiped his sweat and raised his head to look at the eastern horizon. Only now did he realize that the direction of the Eastern Haishenwai was bright, as if the sky was completely burnt.

All the young men in the old ginseng head Villa had joined the army, and what came with him today was a group of fifteen and sixteen year old kids, and there were even some women.

old ginseng head raised his cotton pants as he said, "You must have seen too much!" It wasn't thunder. It was the sound of artillery and explosives exploding... Haishenwai had already let Thunder Lord completely collapse! That General Xiang is the Mother of Lightning sent by the Prime Minister.

A child behind him gulped. "God!" These were all explosives? How much does it cost... Grandpa, the last time you taught us how to shoot birds with a gun, you only allowed us to shoot twice, and you kept on saying that gunpowder was expensive. "Then why is the Boxer army so rich?"

Is that so? Why was the Boxer army so rich? old ginseng head did not know the reason behind this either, but he had personally witnessed how the Bravehearts grew in strength during this winter.

There was an endless flow of goods flowing in the ocean every day. North of the Haishenwai, there were six consecutive docks that unloaded goods night and day, and the closest to the Russian was only about twenty miles away.

canned beef s produced in the United States, canned fruits produced in the Ryukyu, sugar sent from overseas … Just like how he did not have to spend money, the warehouses piled up one by one as he disembarked from the ship.

The boys in the house ate better than they did during the new year. Working with the brave soldiers was indeed tiring, and training was hard. The instructors were also ruthless and vicious. If they did something wrong, they would be beaten.

Of course, the old ginseng head didn't blame them, after all, they were useless, as long as they didn't cripple their master, they could just fight as they pleased … What's more, it was worth it to be beaten up for the sake of stuttering.

How could a soldier eat meat every day? Furthermore, what they were eating was not tasteless, dry meat. It was high-grade meat with dense spices from overseas.

old ginseng head had eaten the big kitchen of the Braveheart Army a few times. The iron cooking pot was about two zhang in diameter, the masters all used shovels to scoop up the pot bottom, and put beef in the stew! Who among the commoners would dare to think of eating beef every day?

As for the pork stew with vermicelli, chicken stew with mushrooms, wherever you go, I'm tired of that! The children trained hard, but they ate with great energy. It was worth it to give their lives for this piece of meat.

old ginseng head once again sent medicinal ingredients to the army, and coincidentally met General Xiang, who was also an old acquaintance. General Xiang even invited old ginseng head to a meal, and after drinking three rounds of wine, General Xiang unintentionally revealed that the forty thousand Bravehearts required thirty thousand Dragon Mark Silver Dollars for their daily living expenses.

When he said this number, the old ginseng head was so frightened that a cold wind blew at the back of his neck. Heavens, is this meat? This was like eating silver directly into his stomach!

Then, the old ginseng head shakily asked the general, "How much military expenditure will we have to spend on a winter's worth of war?" And the General's answer almost scared the old ginseng head to death.