What is the most direct slave? That is, the master will tell you the most secret plans and the most despicable thoughts and ask you to execute them!
Rongfu and Ronggui were slaves born into Ronglu's family. The family had been slaves for four lifetimes. Generation after generation, the children born into the family were automatically slaves!
You say they are bad? I don’t feel bad about it myself. When the people are hungry, they can eat enough chicken, duck and fish. When your family can’t find a wife, you can wander around the eight alleys at will!
In the capital, you really need to kowtow to the bannerman and pay a thousand tributes, and be careful to say nice things while accompanying him, but then turn around and show off your power in front of the Han people!
I am a slave, yes, I am a slave. If I kowtow once, the common people will kowtow to me at least a hundred times. It seems that I still make a profit!
With the support of this mentality, another important group attached to the Eight Banners Group, the slave group, has become another invisible vested interest class in the Qing Dynasty. The name is not nice but it is really beneficial!
They have been slaves for more than four generations. It is a peace of mind to use such people, so Ronglu will not hide his insidious intentions from them, but will ask them to execute them!
"Silly boy, think about it carefully! In this battle of Zhuozhou Camp, our master and Isiha are the commanders of the left and right wings, and they have the idea of competing for credit!"
"Now that His Majesty is about to win, whoever can get the most credit tonight will certainly become more powerful in the new court in the future!"
"But unfortunately, our unit happened to encounter Nastu's fifth division, and the original main attack became acting... Think about it again, how many people did we kill in exchange for our urgent march in the middle of the night? The first one to go into battle?"
"Being the first to enter the battle is a great achievement. What if you are the first to break through the defense line? What if you are the first to catch Prince Dun and cut down the royal flag?"
"This series of achievements originally belonged to our master, but what a fate! It's so rough..."
"Nastu suddenly became the big brother! Then the credit for the main attack became the credit for the supporting acting, and the first credit was suddenly gone!"
"Originally, us little characters don't dare to compete with the eldest brother and Cheng Beile for the credit! After all, he is the prince, and we have to take the initiative to give it to him if we have credit, so that we can live a long life in the future. …”
"In the end, I met Isiha, a man of two hundred and fifty, who actually attacked the third division to death, killing one and hurting both sides. His Majesty actually went to express his condolences in person!"
"I saw it with my own eyes. It was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. To be honest, without Isiha working so hard to contain the enemy, it would have been difficult for us to achieve our plan!"
"But the fact that Isiha was beaten so badly proves that his contribution is greater. This is a problem. Wouldn't our contributions be compared with each other?"
"Originally, if we could successfully seize the Wang Qi, this would be a very big achievement, no less than that of Isiha, but who would have thought that this Chinese tribe actually interfered and cut off halfway, and we ended up still Not as good as that stinky duck Isiha!"
Listening to Rong Fu's words, Rong Gui suddenly realized, "I understand, that's why we have to continue killing, grab more heads and get more credit! We have to compare with Isiha!"
Rongfu sneered and lowered his voice and said, "It's not as simple as you think. Our master is very thoughtful!"
"At this moment, Prince Dun is captured, Fu Qing is on the run, and the Zhuozhou camp is leaderless. Can't you see clearly His Majesty's attitude? He is trying to force everyone to surrender to him!"
"It's hard to say about the Yulin New Army, but Xishan Camp is still very popular. As long as the war ceases and His Majesty personally persuades them one by one, most of these officers in Xishan Camp will surrender!"
"Even the new Yulin Army is not necessarily monolithic, because as long as you are a disciple of the Eight Banners, there will always be favors to be made!"
"Do you think this is a good thing? Haha, it's a good thing for others, but it's not a good thing for our master!"
"Our master has been struggling in Xi'an for so many years. It is too far away from the capital, and human relations have become estranged. Once these people come to join us in large numbers, the relationship between these generals and His Majesty will be much closer than ours!"
"Damn it! There are only so many official positions in the court, and only a little power. If there are too many people to share it, we won't be able to show it. Won't we not be able to share it?"
"So, for the sake of our power in the future, we cannot let them surrender so easily tonight! We must kill all these potential competitors!"
"These bullshit division commanders, regimental commanders, battalion commanders and staff... are all competitors who will share our master's power in the future!"
"Haha... If they die more tonight, won't we get more rights in the future? Let's do it... Anyway, it's a fool's errand, and no one can find any evidence!"
Bang bang bang... Rongfu Ronggui pulled the trigger, and the wounded soldiers of the Xishan Battalion who were charging in front of them were killed by them!
Rong Gui raised his thumb and said with a smile, "High! My master is tall, enough for us slaves to learn for a lifetime. Follow the master and be popular and drink hot food. Do it and kill these damn devils from the Xishan Camp and the Yulin New Army." !”
Ronglu's plan was faithfully executed by his minions and direct descendants. No one could guess his thoughts, and even if they guessed it, you wouldn't have any evidence.
In the dark night, he insisted that the first shot was fired by the wounded battalion of your 3rd Division. There is no way to verify this!
The scattered gunshots from the Zhuozhou camp once again merged into one sound, which sounded like a summer rainstorm from a distance!
Zhuozhou City, which was just a very small county town, was shivering in fear from the storm. The people left in the city were looking for places to hide. Some even dug cellars overnight to hide their children.
The rich began to hide their gold, silver and soft goods, and the female relatives put on tattered clothes and smeared pot ashes on their faces. The dirtier and uglier the better!
All the county officials and defenders on the city wall knelt down, kowtowed and burned incense to pray for the blessings of the Bodhisattva!
The Zhuozhou camp in front of us had turned into a sea of fire. From a distance, it was all red. The shouts of killing continued from midnight to about four o'clock. The smell of gunpowder smoke and blood coming down the wind made many people vomit. !
At this moment, a group of cavalry approached quickly. The torches were as bright as a fire dragon. This group of cavalry rushed to the south gate of Zhuozhou. Several knights rode forward and shouted, "The soldiers and civilians in the city listen to the order! The Zhuozhou camp has fallen to Guangxu." In the hands of the Emperor!"
"Surrender quickly...open the city gate...Emperor Guangxu is here in person, and he doesn't even open the door yet and kneels down to receive you!"
At this moment, the Zhuozhou County Magistrate was so frightened that his legs were shaking like chaff and he could no longer speak. Listening to the sounds outside, he felt his crotch wet and immediately peed his pants.
