Chapter 160: One will succeed and ten thousand bones will die
July 14th, everything is suitable.
Jishuitan school grounds, military flag hunting.
On behalf of the Military Aircraft Department, Zhang Jingqinggui came to the Jianrui Camp to see him off, and from the Ministry of War was Han Zhen, the Minister of the Han Dynasty. In addition to these two, officials from all the banners' yamen were present to see off their children for the expedition.
A representative from the bodyguard office of Jia Liu's unit also came to see him off, and it was Erni who, like Jia Liu, was a first-class bodyguard.
Seeing that the time was almost up, the leader, counselor, and second-class imperial guard Zartu came to ask for orders: "Your Excellency, please step on the stage to order troops!"
Although he was kneeling on one knee, Zaltu was quite dissatisfied and jealous of the former Han bannerman in front of him who was several years younger than himself.
Because, later he found out that the wolf was killed by his arrow, not a gun.
It is obvious that he has made the credit for this Han army bannerman to steal the spotlight, and now he has become the leader of the army. Can Zaltu be convinced?
I don’t know why the emperor favors this Han army bannerman so much, and I don’t know where I got the answer wrong. Could it be that serving the country is inferior to being shameless and shameless and asking for a woman from the emperor!
However, now that the matter has come to this, Zaltu can only hide his dissatisfaction in his heart and seize the opportunity of this expedition to prove to the emperor that he is the real Baturu.
"My lords, please!"
The imperial title of Wu Neng Ibaturu, the imperial magnificence of two-eyed flower feathers, is the third-rank imperial bodyguard and the leader of the flag bearer and guerrilla affairs. Jia Jiashikai is a good person. He did not go on stage immediately, but bowed down to invite the military aircraft to celebrate the seal with the military department.
Minister Han took the stage.
The Minister of War was of the second rank, so it made sense to ask Han Zhen, a Han official, to come first. However, Qinggui, the military commander Zhang Jing, was only of the fourth rank, so why should Jia Liu be so humble in front of him?
The reason is that he is Zhang Jing, the foreman of the Military Aircraft Department, and he might become the Minister of Military Aircraft with a little effort. You can't be polite.
After all, he, Jia Jiashikai, is the third-level official, and he is still far from the ceiling.
Respect for superiors, harmony with subordinates, and courtesy to colleagues have always been Jia Liu's principles for dealing with others.
There is no need to be polite to Erni, my colleague from the guard office.
Jia Liu is very particular, and the two adults are even more particular.
Han Zhen said with a smile: "Today Master Jia is ordering troops to go on an expedition. The two of us are just here for a formality. How can we take away Master Jia's reputation as Batulu?"
Qinggui also smiled: "Master Jia, please."
Erni stood by the side with a smile on his face and said nothing.
"If that's the case, you're welcome as a subordinate!"
Jia Liu bowed and stood on the high platform of the school grounds surrounded by his subordinates.
In the distance, the blue waves of Jishui Pond are rippling, and even further in the distance, the tall city walls of Beijing stand like a giant between heaven and earth.
Returning to Beijing this time, Jia Liu won the political honor he deserved due to his high loyalty to the Qing Dynasty.
But he couldn't stop. He wanted to turn the halo above his head into the driving force for progress and serve the Qing Dynasty more actively with an innocent heart.
Secret, yet great.
After taking a long breath, Jia Liu straightened his official hat subconsciously and straightened his eyes.
There was no one under the stage.
"Blow the trumpet."
"嗻!"
The four Sauron soldiers raised their horns to the sky and blew the horns at the same time.
"Woo!"
The long horn echoed in the camp.
"gather!"
A loud sound came from the distance, and then five teams ran towards the high platform.
However, it was a mess, and some flag bearers even bumped into each other and fell over.
The effect was much different from the previous rehearsal.
Jia Liu frowned slightly, then relaxed, training these Eight Banners wastes into Eight Banners elites, isn't that what he wants to do.
Qinggui was an honest and upright official, but when he saw the guerrilla flagmen being so unorganized, he felt unhappy.
Han Zhen also shook his head, thinking about what Mr. Liu Tongxun had left for the emperor that day, he felt mixed in his heart.
The country is in such a state of decay, who can we rely on to protect the Qing Dynasty in the future?
Erni looked indifferent. He just wanted to end the matter quickly so that he could go back and play with the little thrush that was just given to him yesterday.
Officials from other banners and yamen were satisfied and did not think this flaw could mean anything.
After all, the Eight Banners' skills are on the battlefield, not on these showy things.
Madri, Liu De, Chang Bingzhong, Liu Heyi and others who had just been appointed by Jia Liu to lead the team also felt sorry for Master Jia when they saw this situation.
However, they really tried their best, and the time was really short. In just half a day, they would definitely be able to train people into what Master Jia asked.
"Certainly!"
Following Liu De's shouts, 500 guerrilla flagbearers bumped into each other. After a huge chaos, they managed to stand in line and looked towards the leading minister on the stage, the legendary Batulu.
Jia Liu's cousin Lu Acai poked his nephew Lu Guozhang next to him, and whispered: "You show me your dignity, right?"
"Mighty, majestic."
Lu Guozhang looked envious. He only found out a few days ago that he had a cousin who was Batulu.
"Your Excellency, the flag-bearer guerrilla team should have one hundred people, but it actually has one hundred people. Please give me your instructions!"
"Your Excellency, the Second Flag Guard Guerrilla Team should have one hundred people, but it actually has one hundred people. Please give me your instructions!"
""
At the end of the singing, Jia Liu raised his hand, and a Sauron soldier came forward and crossed the triangular flags in his hands with a "baba" sound. All the flag bearers immediately touched their right feet to their left feet and made a "baba" sound in unison.
.
However, there are still many people who stomp the wrong foot or understand the wrong signal and stamp their feet directly.
Although he did not achieve the effect he wanted, Jia Liu still wanted to continue singing this opera.
I saw him taking three steps forward, with his left hand holding a long knife that he had never drawn twice from his waist. He raised his right hand forward and shouted: "Who are we!"
Five hundred guerrilla flag-bearers immediately, led by the team leader, shouted loudly: "We are the men of the Eight Banners, we are the wolves of the Qing Dynasty!"
Jia Liu shouted again: "What are you doing here!"
"Putting down the traitors for the Qing Dynasty!"
"What can we do to quell the rebels!"
"Take our lives!"
Very good, Ariado.
Jia Liu waved his right hand heavily: "For the Qing Dynasty!"
"For the Qing Dynasty!"
The shouts of more than 500 people resounded throughout the world. When the officers and soldiers of Jianrui Battalion, who had received a silver reward from Lord Jia, heard the signal, they immediately fired six cannon shots.
It means six or six great fortunes.
"I hope that for the sake of the prosperity of the Qing Dynasty, you will have the courage to risk your life, not be afraid of sacrifice, take the spirit of horse leather as your own responsibility, and be loyal to the Qing Dynasty and the emperor."
After talking nonsense, Jia Liu turned to look at Qinggui and the other three people, cupping his hands and clasping his fists: "Your Excellencies, please report back to the Emperor. Jia Jiashikai and all the guerrilla flag members swear an oath today: there are thieves without me, and there are me without thieves!"
"I wish Mr. Jia good news and a triumphant song soon!"
The two adults, Qing and Han, were moved and returned the gift immediately.
Jia Liuwei nodded, turned around, and waved his hand: "Open the way!"
"嗻!"
The horn sounded again, and groups of guerrilla flag bearers, led by the leader, went to the camp gate and boarded the waiting carriages.
"My lords, please stay!"
Jia Liu, who got on his horse, once again clasped his fists in greeting to the officials seeing him off, and finally his eyes fell on his wife Ruxiu, who was holding Goudan.
When Jia Liu left home in the morning, he refused to let Ruxiu come to see him off, but Ruxiu came anyway.
When all the officials saw this, they naturally took their leave so that Jatulu could have a few words with Gege.
"Didn't I tell you to stay at home? It's such a hot day."
Jia Liu rode up to his wife, turned over and jumped down, and at the same time glanced at Goudan with some reluctance. Ruxiu said that she was bored at home alone and insisted on leaving Hua Gouxiong with her. What could Jia Liu do? I can only obey. Who wants my wife to be young?
"Write me more letters when you get there."
After chattering for a while, Ruxiu suddenly pulled Hua Gou Xiong over and asked her husband to continue taking him.
Jia Liu was puzzled, isn't this the one you want to stay with to have fun with you?
Ruxiu said: "Didn't you say that Goudan is very good at beating? If he follows you, he is always a helper."
Jia Liu smiled, but he didn't expect that the story he made up would be taken seriously by his wife. He stretched out his hand to signal Hua Gou Xiong to continue serving as soldiers with him, but he didn't expect that this guy took a few steps back and hugged Ruxiu's leg.
Just like the damn Eight Banners disciples, they have forgotten their strengths after being comfortable for a long time.
"Be good, we have to rely on our ability to make a living."
Goudan, who was reluctant in every way, couldn't bear the pain in his ears, so he had to move to the side of the original leader unhappily.
Jia Liu was about to leave, but Ruxiu grabbed him and whispered: "I asked you for a stick."
"Oh, what does the signature say?"
"The sign says you are destined to be rich and noble, but..." Ru Xiu Dun was there.
Seeing this, Jia Liu was puzzled: "What?"
"The interpreter said that you are rich and noble, but said that you are a general who has made thousands of bones wither."
After Ruxiu finished speaking, Jia Liu was stunned.
Who can calculate so accurately? I will ask him to be a military advisor when I come back.