"What? Fu Qing's handsome flag has moved? Is he advancing alone?" Guiziliu almost dropped the telescope in his hand to the ground. What happened in the distance made him unbelievable.
But the next second, his eyes filled with tears and his heart filled with sadness. He had already understood that all the familiar faces in the camera were the Eight Banners elites that he had been asking for.
All the Eight Banners disciples in the Xishan Camp and Yulin New Army who have accepted the new ideas have come forward, and as long as they are alive, they have gathered under Fu Qing's commanding banner!
There were not many people in the Eight Banners who were willing to fight. Emperor Tongzhi had earlier selected more than 300 officers. These 300 people were the skeleton of the Yulin New Army!
And his Xishan Battalion also has more than a thousand Eight Banners elites, all large and small officers!
Nowadays, there are only more than a hundred people who have not died in the battle and can still gather around Fu Qing. Can they barely gather a hundred and eight generals? God knows!
But these more than a hundred people slowly pressed towards him while guarding Fu Qing's handsome flag, walking south step by step as steadily as Mount Tai!
With the heroic spirit of going forward indomitably, even if the bayonet of the rifle in his hand is crooked, there is no trace of fatigue!
They are here to die!
Guiziliu already knew what Fu Qing was going to do. "You are committing evil! Fu Qing, you are committing evil! Why are you encouraging these people to do their best? What I want is for you to surrender. Who wants you to die?"
Tears welled up in his eyes, "What the hell did I do? What evil thing did I do? It was Zai Chun, that bastard, who massacred the bannermen!"
"It's not me...it's not me! I am the one who is really good for the Eight Banners. Why can't you understand my heart?"
"Fu Qing! Are you trying to destroy the vitality of the banner people? Do you want to use your blood to wash away the bad reputation of the Eight Banners playboys?"
"I understand, can I not understand? You always want to use death to inspire them, do you think I don't want to? But no, our Eight Banners don't have much vitality left, and I'm afraid that even if you die, you won't be able to inspire the morale of the Eight Banners!"
"Those grandsons, their bones have been softened by the heavy smoke. You have to take your time... Why don't you want to help me? I am the real savior of the Eight Banners, and I am the only hope for the resurgence of the Qing Dynasty! "
"Zai Chun killed 30,000 Banner slaves, have you all forgotten? Why can't you all be of the same mind as me... I love the Eight Banners too, and I also hate that iron cannot become steel!"
"We are all the same kind of people. We all hope that the Eight Banners will be good and that the Eight Banners can prosper for thousands of years. Can't you help me?"
Fu Qing wiped the blood from his eyes and looked at the shadow of Emperor Guangxu Long Qi in the distance. He seemed to have heard what he said, "Haha... Guiziliu! Look at the sin you have committed!"
"Forcing the victims to become rebels, driving the old, weak, women and children to join the battle, even teenagers, you won't let go of women! What kind of beast are you that the sky won't harvest and the earth won't support you!"
"In your eyes, there is only your Eight Banners and no world at all... You don't know what the world will be like in the future, and you don't even understand the nationalist poetry that Xiao Letian said!"
"You cling to more than two hundred years of old rules and live like a zombie in this world. In order to survive for ten thousand years for the Eight Banners, you can kill the Han people and even our wild Jurchens!"
"A person who has no world in his heart and only the selfish interests of his own small group is doomed to fail!"
"The fate of our bannermen cannot be left to you. If we leave it to you, we will really be doomed! If you come to power, there is only one fate that our bannermen will face in the end, which is to be massacred without leaving any one behind!"
"You are trying to reverse history, are you still reasonable? Are you saying that Long Live the Lord brutally killed 30,000 factory slaves? Haha, don't say that it was not you who instigated the rebellion of 30,000 factory slaves!"
"You also have a share of the blood debt!"
"Look at these children and old people dying at your feet! Just because they are Han people and not banner people, they deserve to die? Should they be sacrificed by you?"
"When it comes to crimes and blood debts, you, Guiziliu, are number one!"
The civil war between the Eight Banners has reached its final moment. By now, even the most ordinary people in Wuyi Mountain have understood that this war is a collision of two ideas!
Different paths lead to the same goal. Whether it is Prince Gong or Emperor Tongzhi, their purpose is to extend the life of the Qing Dynasty, and to create a way for the Manchus and even the Bannerman group to survive and achieve the so-called ZTE!
But the same goal, but different paths chosen!
Emperor Tongzhi wanted the monarch to centralize power. The Qing Dynasty was already lagging behind, so it could only centralize power and pool the country's resources to catch up with industrialization!
What Prince Gong wants is the Eight Banners aristocratic parliamentary system. What he wants is to slowly reform the Eight Banners' stubborn diseases, and ultimately allow the Eight Banners to continue the life of this political and military group and make it last forever!
Then proceed to the slow industrialization reform!
They both want to survive, and they are all thinking about the uncertain future era. These are just two ruling ideas!
But this world is so cruel. A drop of ink on the court, underneath is the blood of thousands of people!
A flash of idea in the king's mind will cause hundreds of thousands of people to strangle together in a bloody battle, and tens of thousands of innocent souls will pay for this flash of idea!
The wounded soldiers who were stranded behind the positions murmured to themselves, "Why on earth is this? We killed so many people, what on earth are we killing for!"
"Why?" No one could figure it out. They seemed to have had a meaningless dream!
At this moment, Cheng Beile didn't have so many messy thoughts. When he saw that the Fuqing Chinese Army was dispatched on the opposite side, the handsome flag was only protected by more than a hundred officers. How dare he counterattack?
This is a provocation, a provocation from Chi Guoguo!
"Damn it! You really don't take me seriously. If it weren't for my father's fate, I would have chopped you alive today!"
"The whole army is here. Don't hurt their lives for a while. Lay down the arhats to suppress them and catch them alive..."
"Fuck... You only have more than a hundred people, and you still want to overthrow the world? I, an army of 50,000, are going to attack you like a mountain of meat. Three strong men can crush you. I don't think you have the strength of King Kong. Resisted!"
"Capture Fu Qing alive...Long live my congratulations!"
"Kill..." The rebels' new force did not expect that they would get the most credit later. The black crowd rushed over directly. Fu Qing in front of the position held the handsome flag with one hand and shouted, "Get ready to fight... form a formation!" "
Wow, the bayonets were pointed at these rebels in a half-moon formation. They couldn't even form a circular formation. These people were already determined to die and were ready to trade one life for another!
"Since we have lost! Then let's use our lives to repay your kindness and use our blood to inspire the descendants of the Eight Banners!"
"Young and old men of the capital...don't lose the majesty of your ancestors when you entered the customs!"
"The souls of those who died in battle are flying north...to kowtow to our ancestors at the Ancestral Temple, so that we can have the honor to meet our great ancestors...kill them!"
