On May 19, 1791, as the ice in the Nen River receded, the Nen River-Songhua River waterway, which had been interrupted for several months, was finally opened to navigation.
Speaking of which, two years ago, although Zhao Xin feinted a shot and captured Dashou Ula, his purpose was to attract the defenders of Jilin City and create opportunities for the Eastern Front troops to seize Hunchun.
You must know that Dashiwula City is only seventy miles away from Wula, Jilin, and it is stuck in the Songhua River waterway. Fukang'an has to take it back no matter what. For the Beihai Navy, if they really want to occupy the territory and fight for it, they will have to fight the Qing army every three days. This place was far away from Ninggu Pagoda and Hunchun. It was surrounded by Qing troops on three sides, so there was no point in staying. So after the Hunchun battle, the Beihai Navy quickly withdrew from Dashouula.
"...Songhua River, the water is clear, the vast waves are rushing, and the clouds are clear and clear."
At dusk, with the melodious singing of the boatmen, a flat-bottomed cargo ship coming from the Songhua River docked at the ferry dock south of Dashouula City. After the boat stopped and the gangplank was set up, several guests who took the boat said goodbye to the boss of the boat and walked off the boat.
Wulong, a fifteen-year-old Ewenki man, looked around curiously after getting off the boat. He came on this trip under the order of the Northern Navy Staff Headquarters to deliver something to the intelligence station in Jilin City.
In the 53rd year of Qianlong's reign, when the Northern Navy attacked Aihui City, Oolong, who met Zhao Xin by chance, was determined to follow him as a personal soldier. But he was too young at that time, and Amma had just been rescued from the brink of death by Wu Xianning because of a gunshot wound. Zhao Xin used this as an excuse to ask him to spend time with his father first and wait until the injury healed.
The problem is that Zhao Xin's elusive traces can't even be followed by Chen Jishan, let alone a mistake. A few months later, seeing that Ama's injuries were almost healed, Oolong began to harass Guo Dalu, who was in charge of managing Heilongjiang City, every day. After going back and forth, Guo Dalu was driven crazy by this kid, and finally told the truth. He told Wulong that there were no slaves under Beihai Town, so there was no Goshiha. Besides, you are only twelve years old and cannot be a guard at all. If you want to be a soldier, go to the Junior Military Academy.
So Xiao Wulong first studied in a school in Heilongjiang City for a year, and then went to the Youth Military Academy in Beihai Town with the recommendation letters written by Guo Dalu and Sheng Haizhou. The reason why he was admitted as an exception is because this kid understands both Manchu and Mongolian, and can also speak Chinese. Such language talents are really rare in the juvenile military academy, which is mainly composed of Han people and naturalized islanders.
In the first half of last year, Wang Changsheng, who had withdrawn from northern Jiangsu, received a new order from Zhao Xin to establish the Northern Navy Intelligence Bureau, which was subordinate to the Northern Navy Staff Department. In the process of selecting people, Wang Changsheng accidentally heard that there was a boy in the Junior Military Academy who spoke Manchu and Mongolian Chinese very well. After meeting him, he found that this boy was quite clever, so Oolong became a member of the Intelligence Bureau inexplicably. The first team.
One of the first tasks of the Intelligence Bureau after its establishment was to dispatch intelligence agents and set up a station in Wula City, Jilin, where the Qing army was entrenched. According to the system established by Zhao Xin, the code book for telegraph communications must be changed every three months.
Although there is no need to worry about eavesdropping these days, in intelligence work, you should be afraid of anything less than ten thousand; if a telegraph operator secretly defectes to the enemy, most of Beihai Town's secrets will be exposed to the Qing Dynasty.
As luck would have it, the Hezhen traffic officer who was responsible for regularly delivering code books to Jilin City contracted acute appendicitis, so the task fell on Oolong's head. Fifteen-year-old Oolong is not tall, has broad shoulders, a round face, high cheekbones, and flared nose. He looks very much like a Mongolian in both the look of his eyebrows and his skin color.
In order not to be discovered by others, Wulong first took a detour through Heilongjiang City and Morgan, and then found a cargo ship to go south. Because he was carrying a document of appointment as "General Commander" of the Qing Dynasty's Ministry of War that had been carefully forged by the Intelligence Bureau, Oolong went to stay at the "Jinzhuofuluo Bingyi" south of Dashouula after getting off the ship. This place is sixty-five miles away from Jilin City. He can pick up a horse from the post station with documents.
Since Jilin Wula currently belongs to the front line of confrontation with Beihai Town, in order to strengthen the connection with Bertune, Alchuka and Qiqihar, there is a constant flow of military documents and materials from south to north, transporting food, wages, arms and all kinds of There was a constant stream of miscellaneous military supplies and escorting officers and soldiers.
Jilin City's north and south post roads have an average of fifty miles each, and the kitchens in all military posts are constantly burning day and night; as long as there are fire signs and documents, they will be fed with sorghum, rice, steamed buns, steamed buns, stew and meat.
Oolong had a heavy responsibility, and after moving into the inn, he did not dare to talk to these people. After the boat passed the Bayanniforo side gate with a wicker wall, we saw a continuous line of water and land camps, with big flags and small flag camps facing each other. The sun was blocking the view and we couldn't see the sides, let alone the east side of these camps. , and also dug a system of trenches and fortresses several miles wide. Although Oolong had seen the military power of the Northern Navy, seeing such a formation of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, he couldn't help but secretly smacked his lips, thinking that it was really a waste of time. One blast from the cannon and all of them were fooled!
After dinner, it was already dark. Wulong was lying in the small guest house and was about to put on a quilt and sleep. Suddenly he heard noisy footsteps outside, as if a large group of people had entered the military post, and the light and shadow of torches covered the paper. The glazed windows were brightly illuminated. He jumped to the ground with a "scratch", and just as he was approaching the crack of the door to check, he heard someone outside starting to yell harshly:
"Everyone squat down, squat down! You thief nigga, do you have to hit me with the back of the knife to make you timid and honest?"
"That guy in the leather hat, squat over there! Lift your hands for me! Kneel down? You can do it on your knees!"
"Ni!" Another person yelled: "What kind of place is this? You dare to pee even if you take off your pants, and Ni Desi's balls hurt?!"
Wulong, who was standing behind the door, heard a slap in the face, and then there was a cry of defense and begging: "I beg you to give me some food... I have a disease on my forehead... I really can't walk..." …”
"Thief nigga!" The same rough voice scolded just now: "Young nun is a seller of medicinal materials. If your illness is not cured and you come to flirt with the Beihai pirates, you are not getting along with the mother's court! Ribai lied and criticized him. If you slap me, you will starve to death!"
"That's about it!" A person who seemed to be the leader shouted loudly, and said to the rough voice, "These guys will be sent to Jilin City tomorrow. It's unclear whether they will survive or not! You've almost lost your temper. Save some energy and go talk to the leader here to get some food first. We will stay here for one night and then go to the city for business tomorrow. After that, we can still go shopping in the city. "
Wulong returned to the kang, groping in the dark to put on his boots, coat, and hat. Then he opened the door, and saw a dozen black figures squatting on the ground dejectedly, holding their hands high, a dozen steps away. Hands, but from time to time someone puts down their hands to scratch and rub their buttocks. Oolong suppressed a smile in his heart, thinking that the Qing army and the Beihai navy had not learned anything else, but they had learned a lot about raising their hands to surrender.
He saw a postman passing by carrying a bucket of water, so he stopped him, pointed at the dark figure and asked in Manchu: "What's going on?"
"Speak to me!" After hearing this, the postman quickly put down the bucket. He must have been busy for a long time and wanted to take a break. "These people are medicine traders and fur traders from Shanxi. They all came here for the ginseng and mink skins in the hands of the Northern Navy. They have committed the crime of 'communicating with bandits and possessing traitors' and are regarded as spies. According to the law, After being caught, they should be executed on the spot in the military camp. Marshal Fu is compassionate and will first take them to the camp for trial and judgment, and then all of them will be beaten with a hundred sticks and flown for three thousand miles."
After hearing this, Wulong said "Yeah" and walked towards the squatting person, pretending to be surprised. But because it was too dark, I could only see a few figures. There were ten people in total, tied in a string with ropes around their waists. There was only one older person, who looked to be in his fifties, and the rest were in their thirties. He looks old, chirping and grunting in a wretched manner.
Some of them could understand Manchu. Just after they heard what Yi Ding said to Wu Long, they started to cry and muttered that they were not spies. The people next to him whispered to him that it was all in vain. He would offend the Shaanxi soldiers and might get beaten again.
At this time, the Shaanxi soldier leader who was escorting the prisoners came out of the kitchen. When he saw someone approaching the prisoners, he came over with a lantern. Under the shadow of the lamp, I saw that he was wearing a plain gold hat and a seventh-grade uniform. He was clearly a general manager. He was so panicked that he knocked him down. He said with a smile: "It turns out to be the general manager. You are so lucky! The little man is so happy."
He rolled his eyes and an idea came to him, so he pointed at the group of people on the ground and asked in a jerky Mandarin: "What do they do?"
"Mr. sir! What you said as an old official is so good! This is a spy, doing business with the North Sea pirates. This villain is from the Ehemao checkpoint, and he will be sent to the city for custody tomorrow."
"Business?" Oolong pretended to be confused and said, "I, Horqin, come from the left wing. What kind of business can the rebels do?"
"Ouch! Sir," Ma Sixi quickly stood up and came over and whispered: "The North Sea Pirates have a lot of good things! Not to mention ginseng, mink skin, glass bottles of shochu and other good things that ordinary people can't see. There are many kinds of cigarettes, and the tobacco leaves sold in the tobacco and hemp shops in Jilin City are better for smoking. You always go to Jilin City, right?"
Wulong nodded and said: "Report to the imperial envoy's headquarters. After meeting the commander, assign errands to me."
When Ma Sixi heard this, she was all smiles: "That's right, that's right, hey, the boss is really extraordinary, and he can still meet the commander. Maybe if he meets the commander, a knight riding school will not be able to escape."
Wulong laughed, reached into his arms, took out a piece of broken silver weighing two cents, threw it into Ma Sixi and said, "You speak nicely! I reward you for it."
Ma Si was overjoyed, his eyes rolling around in the darkness, and then he asked in a flattering manner: "Have you ever been to Jilin City?"
Oolong shook his head, and the corporal said: "The boss went to report to the big account. The assigned missions will not come for ten days. Why don't you let me take you around Jilin City? There are delicious and fun places on Henan Street. There are so many!”
"Okay!" Oolong patted the other party's shoulder. Ma Sixi saw that the other party was not taller than her, and quickly bent down so that the other party could reach him.
"My husband and I are fine. I'll escort these people into the city with you tomorrow."
Ma Sixi was thinking about this in her mind, fearing that the generous boss would never be found again once he entered the city. If you don't take advantage of this moment to earn some taels of silver from your favors, let alone wait until someone sees Marshal Fu and assign him errands.
Wulong and Ma Sixi plotted against each other, while Fukang'an, who was in Wula City, Jilin, was convening a military meeting in the flower hall next to the Jilin Stalemate Yamen's signing room.
A huge sand table wooden map was placed in the middle of the flower hall, and Fukang'an and four or five generals were pointing in the direction of the Khalkha Mongolia above.
"Tell me, when do you think Zhao Ni will take action?"
"Commander, I think it will only be possible after June."
The speaker was Huilun, the second-class Duke and commander of the Xianglan Banner Guards. This man is also from the Fucha family. His second-class duke is the title of Xi's uncle Mingrui, and his biological father is Mingrui's younger brother, first-class duke Kuilin. In terms of seniority, Mingrui is Fu Heng's nephew, and Huilun has to call Fu Kangan uncle.
"What's the reason?"
"I heard from the Mongolians from Khalkha that there was a spring flood in the Orkun River (Selenge River) in May and June, and the water in the Ison River, the Hara River, the Tonkela River and other tributaries surged. That's Zhao Ni's troops. With three heads and six arms, you can’t go against God, right?”
"Well, that's a reason. However, there are endless weird instruments in Zhao Ni's hands. I'm afraid the river water can't stop him." Fukang'an thought for a moment and suddenly asked: "What's the situation over there in Namuwoji?"
The Namuwoji he mentioned is Laoye Ridge. Currently, the Northern Navy and the Qing Army use this place as the dividing line, each occupying both sides of the mountain.
Huilun said: "There is no movement, and there is nothing abnormal at the Lafa River."
Fukang'an stared at Mutu for a while, as if he had made up his mind, and then ordered: "Send an order to Na Qitai and ask him to send a thousand people from Xunzhen City to cross the Gahali River to test the reality of Hunchun. .”
"嗻!"
At this time, An Lu, the first-class marquis, first-class bodyguard and deputy commander of the North Route Army, said: "Commander, do you want the civil and military personnel to come together? Why don't you let me lead the troops and go around the Namuluga River in the north? , give them a hard blow!"
Speaking of which, this man had a sworn enemy with Bei Haijun. His father's name was Doral Hailancha, and after his death he was given the posthumous title of First Class Super Hero Marquis. Hai Lancha has been fighting abroad for many years, and for a son like An Lu, An Lu's fate was quite unlucky in the history of another time and space. In the fourth year of Jiaqing, in the process of conquering the White Lotus cult bandits, he went deep into the dense forest alone. , and was finally killed by several bandits with spears.
Fukang'an shook his head and smiled bitterly when he heard this: "If you do this, the fake beating will become a real beating. This is not what the emperor meant."
This morning, Qianlong's edict arrived in Jilin City. Only then did Fukang'an know that the Northern Navy was going to send troops to Khalkha Mongolia. Qianlong ordered him to immediately negotiate with the Northern Navy. No matter what means were used, they must prevent the other party from sending troops.
The military meeting has been going on from the afternoon until now. Except for a half-hour break during dinner, everyone has been talking about ideas. At this time, everyone was already a little tired. Seeing this, Fukang'an knew that it would not be a problem to endure it any longer, so he let everyone disperse, leaving only An Lu.
A group of Goshiha also came in at this time, opened the windows to let out the smoke in the room, and set up stools to collect the leftover tea. The captain of Fukang'an's soldiers called someone to the main room to spread the message, "Give the commander a bowl of white fungus soup and make some hot tea. The commander has to stay up late..."
Fukangan smiled and patted An Lu on the shoulder, and said in a calm tone: "I know you want to avenge your Ama,"
"Commander," An Lu felt sour and almost burst into tears.
Fukangan interrupted: "Listen to me, your Ama and I are brothers and sisters, and he is still half my teacher. For five years, my heart is cut like a knife every time I think of the scene where he died in battle. But you have to know, That Zhao Xin is really not easy to deal with, if you treat him as an ordinary rebel, you will definitely suffer a big loss."
An Lu said unwillingly: "Then we can't beg them in a humble manner, right?! An army of 70,000 or 80,000 people is guarding here, and there are only 10,000 people on the opposite side. I can't accept this humble position!"
While they were talking, the white fungus soup had been brought, and the captain of the soldiers also brought another bowl to Anlu. He took a step back and reported to Fu Heng: "Master, the deputy commander of Jilin and the garrison of Shulanhe are here. They are all at the signing room. I’m waiting.”
Fukang'an waved his hand to let him go. He had no intention of eating the white fungus soup and murmured: "We are slaves and have to share the worries of the master. Don't worry, let me think about it again..."
