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Chapter nine hundred and eighty seventh unlucky Zu Zeqing

Zhou Peigong knew that Wuert had eaten, and that Doni and Luo Keduo had done something along the way from Guiyang to Sichuan's uninhabited land, which was already known to everyone. However, Zhou Peigong did not feel disgusted with Wuert because he understood that when a person was in a desperate situation, he could eat anything and had to eat everything. In this chaotic world, only those who survived were qualified to pass on their descendants and to decide how to write historical books, whether it was Ming and Qing dynasties, whether it was Manchu and Han dynasties.

Fortunately, the Taiping Army had never eaten anyone. This army fought from Lingnan to the city of Nanjing had the minimum conscience of human beings. Although the parents, wife and children in the commander of this army were eaten as food on the plate, and although there were a large number of surrendered Qing generals who had eaten people in this army, no matter how evil the army did, it never did take people as military rations.

The only two people who took the initiative to eat human flesh after joining the Taiping Army, one was Li Fengming and the other was Wang Fuchen. On that day in Zhaoqing, these two men used the head of Prince Jidu of Qing to serve as a dish. However, when the two men mentioned the feats of these two people, they would always consciously connect them with Grandpa Yue's saying "I am eager to eat the meat of the barbarians, laugh at me and drink the blood of the Huns."

Zhou Peigong was not the kind of conservative Confucian scholar, so he also admired the feats of Li Fengming and Wang and the assistant ministers, and did not reject the Huerte, who had slaughtered the green camp and the people in Sichuan. When he was reading history in his early years, Zhou Peigong sighed that everyone praised Cao Mengde, who would argue for the 200,000 people in Xuzhou who were killed by Cao Mengde as military rations?

The winner is the king, even if the winner is a beast, he is extremely wise; the loser will be pointed at by thousands of men and scolded by thousands of people. Even if the loser is extremely benevolent and righteous, he will not be able to avoid the stigma of later generations.

History is so realistic.

Wuert expressed his apology to Zhou Peigong, meaning that his subordinates were too anxious. Zhou Peigong smiled and said nothing about the Qing army in Xuzhou without saying a word. As he was talking, someone shouted: "They are here, they are here!"

Wuert's body trembled violently, then leaned forward and looked up to the north.

In sight, there are military flags floating in the wind. Behind the military flags are a long team.

"Our people are here!"

Qianhu Shao Erdai swung his whip excitedly, and the rider under his crotch felt so painful. He neighed and jumped out his four hooves and galloped forward.

"drive!"

Gongjianse also beat a horse whip hard, and the riding rode forward like an arrow from a string. Yue Deji's desire to pee was long gone, and he just regretted that he was not riding a Pegasus, and he could run to his mother in the blink of an eye.

"drive!"

"drive!"

Horses galloped out of the team, and hundreds of soldiers rushed to the north one by one. Their faces were different, but the surprise on their faces was carved out like a mold.

"Wulter, let's go over."

Zhou Peigong smiled and whipped the horse whip. His riding skills were not as powerful as these Manchu soldiers, so he could only run slowly. Although Wuert was worried about his relatives, he also slowed down his horse speed and rode together with Zhou Peigong.

The Qing army, who was heading towards Luomahu, saw the cavalry roaring towards them. After a commotion, they quickly calmed down and continued to move forward at speed. Following the Qing army were more than 8,000 soldiers from Beijing. The journey of a thousand miles made them all very hard, and everyone's faces were tired, but the good news from the front made most people feel energetic, as if there was another insurmountable mountain in front of them, and they would grit their teeth and climb hard.

"Mom, is Ama waiting for us?"

"Amu, can we meet Amuqi soon?"

"Yu Lun, your love root is right in front of you."

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A team of nearly 10,000 people walked on a not-wide road, stretching for dozens of miles. The good news of relatives in front of them was like waves, passing backwards. Among the crowd, the family members of Manzhou whispered to each other in a low voice, and their faces could not be concealed. On both sides of the team, the Qing soldiers who escorted them all the way also had different expressions. The Han soldiers looked gloomy, but the Green Flag soldiers felt relieved.

The transfer of Baiqi family members to the Taiping Army was extremely confidential. In order not to disclose this matter, Oboi transferred these Baiqi family members to Xuzhou in six batches. Some people inquired about the rest of the banners, and the name was to set up Mancheng in Xuzhou. These families were stationed in Manzhou, Xuzhou. Not many people knew about the specific casualties in the Battle of Yangzhou, and Shunzhi strictly prohibited to disclose to the subordinates, so how many Eight Banners soldiers in Manzhou were killed in Yangzhou were killed in Yangzhou, even some princes and ministers were confused. This made it easy for Oboi to operate the transfer of family members. After the last group of families arrived in Xuzhou from the canal, Oboi sent a secret letter to Beiletuntai, asking him to send Han army and Green Banner soldiers to transfer these families to the south. Never use Manchu and Mongolian soldiers to avoid the leak.

After receiving the secret letter from Aobai, Tuntai also knew that if this incident was spread, it would have a great blow to the morale of the Manchu army. If it was a big deal, Obai would certainly be implicated, so Tuntai did not dare to let these families live in Xuzhou City, but instead placed them in batches outside the city.

Because it had already been agreed in advance that after the Ming and Qing dynasties, they were not tense, but were very calm.

Zhou Peigong and Wuert met Zu Zeqing, the leader of the Han army's Zhenghong Banner who came to hand over under the order of Beiletuntai.

Compared to Zhou Peigong's relaxed face, Wuerte and others were happy, but Zu Zeqing looked unlucky and didn't want to say more words. Caocao and Zhou Peigong were polite, and asked both sides to hand over quickly so that he could return to Xuzhou to report.

Zu Zeqing was like this, not because of the loss that Zhou Peigong thought was, but because of his depression. The reason for his depression was not because of the family members he brought to Manzhou, but because of his identity.

In addition to the identity of the Han army's Zhenghongqi Ginseng Leader, Zu Ze also had two identities, one was Zu Dashou's son, and the other was Wu Sangui's cousin.

The former brought Zu Zeqing benefits. It was precisely because he was the son of Zu Dashou that he could join the Han military flag with his brothers and become a high-ranking official of the Qing court. The latter once brought countless benefits to Zu Zeqing, but now it cast a shadow on his future and even his life.

No one believes that the cousin betrayed the Qing Dynasty, and the cousin would be loyal to the Qing Dynasty. After the news of Wu Sangui's anti-Qing came, Zu Zeqing was always under surveillance. Even during the Yangzhou War, he tried his best to prove himself. But the fact is that after retreating to Xuzhou with Tuntai, not only did the Manzhou people suspect him, but even the Han army colleagues were also very wary of him. This time, Tuntai handed over the transfer of the family to Manzhou to Zu Zeqing. On the surface, it seemed that he trusted him Zu Zeqing, but Zu Zeqing knew that if this matter was exposed, he would be the first unlucky guy to be pushed out as a scapegoat.
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