"Hahaha... Come on, let's wait for the emperor to send troops to kill our nine tribes... Old lady, just watch!"
"Stop talking nonsense, I won't put you on the rope because of your age, but you have to be honest and don't make it difficult for us, otherwise I will start with your little grandson!"
When she mentioned her little grandson, the old lady was immediately frightened. She hugged her grandson tightly and stopped talking. Just then the old lady saw the bastard walking in from the front yard.
Mr. Du Zi is still well-known in Qiqihar City, and the old lady also knows her and said loudly, "Your Majesty, right? I didn't expect you to join them..."
When the bastard saw what the old lady had said, he put on a fake smile on his face and said, "Greetings to the old lady! I'm really sorry for surprising the old lady. Please relax, old lady, as long as my big brother Jin treats you well." If you cooperate with General Hunchun, your whole family will be safe and sound..."
"Really?" the old lady sneered, "It's no good. Your prince can handle things?"
"No, no, no! Don't call me Prince, just call me Bastard. It's a nice name and I like it too..."
"Okay, okay, Mr. Duzi! I know you are in business. Let me tell you the truth, as long as you let my family live, I will give you all the coffins I hid! One hundred thousand taels is enough!"
"Oh? Where is the money!" the bastard asked.
"Haha, do you understand the rules? My home is not safe. I will tell you where the money is? Stop dreaming. When my family and I are safe, I will naturally give it to you..."
The bastard smiled and said, "Okay, now that the old lady has spoken, I am also happy. You can restrain your family members, and as long as you cooperate, everything will be fine! Okay, let's go to the next house. There is a Niu Lu in the depths of the alley!"
The large army was led by the bastard to kill out, leaving only three injured people stationed here. Despite the small number of people, these were a group of big killers, and it was no problem to guard a group of old, weak, women and children.
Gradually, the remaining members of the Jin family gathered together from all corners, and the concubine who was hooking up with the bastard was also pushed into the yard.
The old lady didn't care about rubbing sand in her eyes. When she saw that this woman's hair was messy, one button on her clothes was unbuttoned, her face was pink and her eyes were full of spring, her blood pressure soared with anger.
"You bitch! You shameless thing, what have you done? Oh my God, why don't I strike you to death with lightning..."
The concubine was not willing to admit her guilt. She cried and swore, and sat down on the ground. Although her arms were tied, her legs could still kick, and she was anxious to tell her the truth.
The wounded soldiers guarding them were tearing open the first-aid kit and spreading medicine on the wounds. They were holding braised chicken that they had collected from the Jin family's kitchen, gnawing on it and watching jokes.
"Haha, hahaha... What kind of people are these Tepuxin's men? It's really interesting, hahaha, we thought this mutiny was so difficult before, but if you look closely, it's really damn easy!"
It was indeed too simple. Lieutenant General Lin, who was mainly attacking the General's Mansion, was overwhelmed by the unusual success and rushed all the way to the General's Mansion. Three waves of defenders attempted to attack, but they were all scattered with two rows of guns charging forward.
Grandpa Zhang's face turned red with shame. Why had the prestigious Heilongjiang defenders turned into a bunch of cowards? No one dared to risk their lives.
How far away they were, and when it was time to put their lives on the line, everyone would shrink back, and if they saw any more blood, they would run away desperately.
"What a disgrace! It's such a disgrace... Just because you are so cowardly, even if there wasn't this mutiny, sooner or later the foreign enemies would have killed you! Just because you still want to hold on to this land? Stop dreaming..."
Lao Lin patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be discouraged. Your Majesty, didn't you cheer up? In fact, the soldiers are all good, but the officials are too wimpy. Let's get rid of the wimps and replace them with capable ones. I don't believe it." Can we just let the Rakshasa ghosts bully us?"
"Where is Lord Long Live watching us from the sea? We have to live up to our expectations!"
"Yes, keep up the good work! Even if I leave this old bone here!" Grandpa Zhang wiped his tears and said to Vice General Lin, "Sir, I have seen the fighting power of the private soldiers you brought. What kind of trash do we have?" You also know..."
"When the General's Mansion is breached, you immediately divide your troops into four gates. You don't need three hundred more elites to attack and control the city gates. When the time comes, close the four gates so that the cavalry outside can't get in. The mutiny is over!"
"Okay, I listen to you! I didn't expect these weaklings to be so easy to deal with!"
The mutiny was so smooth that it is unbelievable. In fact, the decline of the Eight Banners system in the late Qing Dynasty was a long-term, lengthy and irreversible process.
Since the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the armed forces of the Han people have begun to flourish, while the armed forces of the Manchus are no longer what they used to be. Especially in the tragic defeat of Seng Gelinqin at Baliqiao, the last batch of Eight Banners who dared to fight were actually killed. spine.
It can be said that they were the last large group of Manchus who were willing to die for the Qing Dynasty, and were not timid in the face of all Western firearms, and dared to carry knives and fight their way up.
Many people who read history books will think that those are big soldiers who are not worth mentioning. This view is completely wrong. In fact, every loyal and brave soldier who died in that war will be the successor of military cadres when placed in the local area.
Taizu once said that the ability of cadres determines everything. Whether grassroots organizers are loyal to the dynasty is the ruler's greatest reliance in controlling the army.
You can think about this issue from another angle. The so-called soldiers who died at Baliqiao are actually qualified enough to serve as company and platoon commanders of the inherited troops. And judging from their loyalty to the Manchus, they have no problem serving as company and platoon instructors.
Seng Gelinqin killed 30,000 elite members of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty at Baliqiao, which is like the army of later generations that killed 30,000 squad leaders, platoon leaders, company commanders and instructors in one go.
Damn it, even if the future generations are as powerful as the United States, if you let him try to kill 30,000 army squad leaders in one breath, it will be a national tragedy, and the skeleton of the entire army will be completely drained.
It is indeed not easy to cultivate talents. This does not mean that military quality is difficult to cultivate. The most difficult thing is loyalty! During the Battle of Baliqiao, a British military reporter recorded that during the war, the Qing cavalry stared at the volleys of artillery and rifles, dying in vain without turning around. Often more than a thousand cavalry would reach the battle line, but only a dozen or so would be left.
But at this time, the Qing army did not choose to retreat, but continued to attack, crashing into the British position like moths to a flame. This is not a war at all, it is more like the execution ground of the last martyrs of a dynasty.
Those sad and angry warriors of the Qing army wanted to prove their loyalty to the Qing Dynasty and their dream of a heavenly kingdom by dying together.
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