"You two dog officers, kneel down quickly for Brother Six."
I saw Hong Hu leading a team of scouts behind him, grabbing two people with their hands tied behind their backs and coming to Zhang Rui's back. He kicked them to the ground several times and cursed angrily at the tied people.
At this time, Zhang Rui, who was giving post-war work instructions to Zhang Zhishan, Du Mu and others around him, heard the sound. Looking back, he saw this situation and asked Hong Hu, "Mr. Hong Bai, what is going on?"
Hong Hu clasped his fists at Zhang Rui and said, "Back to Sixth Brother, these two are the governor and general who came to encircle us this time. When they wanted to run away, they were blocked by the convoy behind them at the intersection. Later, the group of people behind me When we found them, we caught them.”
"The Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi and the General of Guangzhou Garrison?"
After listening to Hong Hu's words, Zhang Rui suddenly lost his composure. Not only him, but Zhang Zhishan, Du Mu, and the other two Wuzhou Green Camp Bandit Suppression Team Chiefs Li Jinming and Feng Mingge were very unhappy. Calm down.
Only Li Niushi was no different from Li Si, Wu Lei and others. I don't know if they didn't understand the meaning of these official positions or they had blindly worshiped Zhang Rui to the point of no return.
Zhang Rui didn't know what rank the governors of Guangdong and Guangxi and the garrison generals were in the Qing Dynasty.
Because he didn't particularly understand the official levels of the Qing Dynasty before traveling through time, but when he heard this title, he knew that he would not be a small official.
If Zhang Rui's impression is correct, there should have been no such high-level civil servants and generals captured in the Qing Dynasty since San Francisco to Qianlong today.
Looking at the two people who had been beaten until their noses were swollen and their faces were as blue as pig heads, Zhang Rui knew that the scout team must have put in a lot of effort to capture them.
After listening to Hong Hu's words, Zhang Rui clasped his fists and saluted the team of scouts behind Hong Hu and said, "Brothers, you have contributed a lot this time. Please allow me to reward you later."
"Don't dare."
"Brother Six, you're welcome..."
The team members avoided Zhang Rui's salute and replied.
"Now that the war has just ended and everything is in a mess, I have to ask brothers to help clean up the battlefield first." Zhang Rui saluted them again and said
"Okay, Sixth Brother, we're going right now."
…
After these team members left one after another, Yang Yingju, who had been kicked by Hong Hu and was kneeling on the ground, used his eyes with a black circle in his right eye to look at the rebel Zhang Rui who was being guarded by Emperor Qianlong thousands of miles away.
Young, strong, not short, cunning and wise... After seeing Zhang Rui, these words seemed to have wings, flying quietly into his mind and imprinted on his heart.
Such a person, no matter how you look at it, does not look like the mud-legged people who can be trained in the Qing Dynasty, but looks a bit like some capable children who were taught by generous families.
Is he the traitor appointed by Emperor Qianlong? He looks a little handsome, but his skin is a little dark. Otherwise, he is also a young and talented person. If the head...
Well? There is no braid on his head?
Yang Yingju took a closer look and saw that there was indeed no braid on Zhang Rui's head.
There should have been light all around except for the small patch of braided hair on top of the head, but now it's gone? And very short hair sprouted from the head that should have been bald.
Why does this look so comfortable? ...Hmm...what are you thinking about?
"Sure enough, he is a traitor." Yang Yingju was convinced again deep in his heart, and said with some fear at the same time.
"It seems that Lord Qianlong is really far-sighted and aware of thousands of miles away. This ability is really unimaginable for us ministers."
"Are you Zhang Rui?" Yang Yingju stopped looking at Zhang Rui, but raised his head and looked at Zhang Rui and asked.
Following Yang Yingju's movements. Suddenly, the money rat tail on his head actually ran in front of his face, blocking his sight.
Yang Yingju, who was about to fiddle with his braids, remembered that his arms were tied at the moment. He had no choice but to shake his head hard and throw the rat-tail braid behind him. Then he stood up from the ground.
"Kneel down quickly." Seeing Yang Yingju stand up, Hong Hu roared at him again.
Later, when Hong Hu was about to kick Yang Yingju again, Zhang Rui stopped him and said: "Mr. Hong, forget it, leave him like this!"
"Yes, Sixth Brother." Hong Hu cupped his fists at Zhang Rui and said
"Guan Guan, you're lucky to have met Sixth Brother, otherwise I'd beat you to death."
Then Hong Hu stood aside.
"Go and help clean up the battlefield! Remember, don't let go of anything usable, even if it's half a knife or a piece of armor."
Zhang Rui turned around and said to the people who were beside him before, and at the same time once again told them to pay attention to the burial of the bodies of those who died.
Although everyone wanted to hear what Zhang Rui was talking to the two of them here, they could only agree to Zhang Rui and leave.
When Hong Hu was about to leave with everyone, Zhang Rui stayed behind to help him guard the place.
Later, Zhang Rui untied the rope that tied the two of them, and took the governor and the general to find a stone in the shade of a tree not far away and sit down.
Seeing the two beaten-up governor and general following him quietly, Zhang Rui couldn't help but feel happy.
It seems that they are also afraid of being beaten, otherwise they would not be so honest.
"It's a bit big this time, and I might not be able to control the situation. If the Qing court knew that the governors of Guangdong and Guangxi and the generals had been captured by them, would they be able to spare themselves? Can they still give themselves time to "grow in obscenely"? We have to find a way to deal with it.”
As soon as Zhang Rui sat down on the stone, he was thinking in his mind.
"What are your names?"
"Traitor, are you allowed to ask about my governor's name?" Yang Yingju said angrily upon hearing Zhang Rui's words.
It turns out that the ancient literati were very particular and generally would not ask their name directly first. It is very impolite to ask directly by name.
"Is it necessary to pretend to be so angry? You are a traitor and you expect others to use you as the governor? I didn't see you so tough when facing his soldiers before." Sitku looked at Yang Yingju and couldn't bear it. Keep complaining in your heart
At the same time, Sitku despised Yang Yingju in his heart. If he hadn't said otherwise, he would not have been captured.
Thinking of this, Sitku couldn't help but want to curse his mother in a low voice, but he moved the corner of his mouth and hurt the bleeding wound in his mouth.
"Snapped…"
A crisp slap
Just now, Yang Yingju, who was standing straight in front of Zhang Rui and was furious, was slapped to the ground by Zhang Rui.
"Don't fucking pretend in front of me. If you were so stubborn, you would have died for your master long ago and you would still be alive here." Zhang Rui said to Yang Yingju who fell to the ground.
At this time, Yang Yingju, who was lying on the ground and covering his face, looked back angrily: "Nonsense, you have wronged me. I am just doing it for the emperor. I am just trying to survive as I see you, a traitor, die a good death."
"Yeah?"
Zhang Rui looked at the guy who fell to the ground and refused to get up and said: "It seems that you are the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi? Since you are in charge of Guangdong, have you heard of the three loyalties of Lingnan in the late Ming Dynasty?"
