Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a group of soldiers escorted a group of stumbling people around the altar to the front, and came to the place where the three corpses lay.
The military formation was so crowded that except for the few rows in front, it was impossible to see what was going on in the back. All we could do was listen to Ronglu's loudspeaker.
Even the soldiers further away couldn't hear clearly and could only wait for the person in front to repeat it again.
"The following one hundred and five people are all direct descendants of Tongzhi Hunjun. Even after we captured them, they still refuse to repent and submit to His Majesty the Guangxu Emperor!"
"These one hundred and five, plus the previous three, will be executed under this altar today! Blood sacrifice to the God of War!"
"Blood Sacrifice to the God of War... Blood Sacrifice to the God of War... Blood Sacrifice to the God of War..." Rong Lu clenched his fists on the high platform and shouted slogans desperately, which made people feel embarrassed and almost got cancer.
But in the ears of those more than a hundred unlucky people, this was a death-inducing magic sound!
Wuwuwu...wuwuwuwu...
Who are these unjust ghosts with their mouths blocked by thick towels? In fact, they were the guards and entourage brought by Manshun to the capital, including some prisoners in the prison.
Ronglu's killing of these people was just an act, transforming Manshun's passive action of committing suicide to destroy feng shui into an active action of blood sacrifice to the God of War.
In this way, people's minds will start to think, and it turns out that everything is just an act, a ceremony to raise troops for war!
It's ironic to say that the person kneeling next to Manshun was the Eight Banners man who often followed his boss Luo Laosi and even refused to pay for enema in the capital.
After being captured, he was the first to surrender, but he didn't expect that in just a few days he would end up unjustly killed by Ronglu!
Ronglu just wants to use your head to calm the unstable morale of the army!
The guards and attendants struggled and twisted their bodies to rush out, but were kicked and beaten by the soldiers and dragged back.
They looked at the altar with fearful, angry and helpless eyes. They prayed to Yi Xin, Zai Cheng, Ronglu and others to be merciful and spare their lives, but no one paid any attention to him.
They were also scolding, but their mouths were blocked and they couldn't curse even if they wanted to. They could only make a sound like a dog barking due to the choking in their throats.
They are struggling, with attachment to the human world and fear of death. Many of them have even shed their feces and urine.
Everyone thought that their fate should not be like this. They were noble bannermen, and they followed the wisest Prince Gong Yixin, the most beloved prince of Emperor Daoguang.
He should have ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor and then rewarded us as nobles. This time it was supposed to be a drama. Why did everything suddenly change?
Luo Laosi and the others didn't understand anything, they just couldn't figure it out, but they knew very well that the yellow-robed Emperor Guangxu on the stage from beginning to end had no interest in even looking at them.
It’s as if the people who died were not bannermen but rubbish Han people, it doesn’t matter!
Ronglu was still mumbling and grinding, Luo Laosi and the others were still struggling, and finally let this kid rub the towel off with his tongue.
This was the only chance to survive. He yelled, "Long live the Lord... I am a banner man... I am in the banner... I am your slave. You have made a mistake..."
Ronglu's eyelids narrowed and he glared down fiercely. The soldiers quickly punched Luo Laosi on the bridge of his nose. With a bang, blood flowed out and the bridge of his nose was broken.
The dirty towel was stuffed into his mouth again. Luo Laosi's heart was completely desperate. The last glimmer of hope was gone. Emperor Guangxu Yixin ignored him at all.
"It turns out...we are just ants...haha...just ants..."
Ronglu on the high platform suddenly shouted, "Execution! Flag sacrifice...Long live the emperor...Long live!"
The light of the sword flashed, and Luo Laosi heard a click, which was the sound of his own neck being broken. Then the whole world spun, and the tsunami-like long live sound of the 140,000 troops sounded again!
Chinese people have loved watching entertainment since ancient times, let alone a good show that kills people. As long as they are not killing themselves and their relatives, then it must be a good show!
"Long live...Long live...Long live..." In the roar, the last consciousness of Luo Laosi's life disappeared, like a ray of light.
Everything was in vain, and only then did Luo Laosi realize that "there is no such thing as bullshit Bannermen, Manchus, Mongolians, Hans, foreigners... they are all vain. This world... is only about the weak and the strong, and he is actually just a piece of fish." !”
Click, click... click...
The light of the sword flashed, heads fell to the ground one after another, and blood spurted out high and far away. You could see the blood of these soldiers in the army was full of blood!
This is the momentum that a military ceremony should have. How can it be called a war if there are no killings and no blood? The negative impact that Manshun brought to this ceremony was completely diluted by Ronglu's killing!
One hundred and eight lives made up the number one hundred and eight that the common people are familiar with, making the whole ceremony full of blood!
Looking at the spectacular scene of the 140,000 troops roaring in the tsunami, Yixin and Zaicheng couldn't help but feel proud, and their eyes looking at Ronglu also showed a little more approval!
Talent, really talent!
"Let the brothers have a good meal...and then immediately raise troops and march towards Zhuozhou, following the previously planned route!"
"Go back to the palace! From now on, we will electrify the whole country!"
On April 9, Prince Gong Yixin tore off all disguises and officially launched an army to rebel. The Yixian county government office became the first palace. Telegraph machines began to send out reports intensively. Governors from various places, including foreign embassies, followed the instructions. One by one, everyone started to get the news.
Zeng Guoquan, the governor of Liangjiang, was the first to receive the telegram. At that time, the ninth commander was admiring flowers in the garden when he heard the sound of an eagle outside.
"Commander...Commander...called...really called...Yixian County sent a telegram...Prince Gong Yixin officially launched an army today to eradicate Emperor Tongzhi, this unprincipled emperor..."
"The telegram said that the Zeng family had made great contributions to the Qing Dynasty, but they did not receive any rewards... Emperor Xianfeng once said that whoever kills Changmao will be crowned king, but in the end he broke his promise and became fat!"
"Prince Gong... no... he changed his reign name to Guangxu. Emperor Guangxu ordered the governor of Liangjiang to guard the place... and dispatched three thousand elites to Zhili to accept the command of Emperor Guangxu..."
"Emperor Guangxu wants to fulfill his promise... to make the dead commander a king! He is going to make him a king!"
"Hahaha...hahahaha..." Jiu Shuai laughed and dropped the flower scissors on the ground. "Hahaha... Back then, my brother fought for half his life, but he didn't get a king in the end!"
"Now, they are all fighting among themselves, and they ended up being crowned king? Hahaha..." Jiu Shuai laughed so hard that tears fell, but there was endless loneliness in his laughter.
yes! Everything will come eventually, but it will come too late. Zeng Guofan is already dead, he is already old, and his brothers who are good at fighting have also been weakened by wealth.
The last batch of field regiments left Zuo Jigao in Ili!
Now that the Manchu and Qing dynasties are in internal strife and civil war, what does it have to do with themselves?
"Damn it! If they had been fighting among themselves for five years... no no no... even if they had been fighting among themselves for three years! Maybe my Zeng family could give it a try, but now..."
"It's too late!"
