Chapter one hundred and seventy-ninth swears to defend Mr. Jia
To be precise, Qianlong had long suspected that something was wrong with Jinchuan, so he took advantage of Jia Liu, a loyal and brave Batulu, to work part-time as a spy.
What is the job of a spy?
It’s not about fighting the battle well, it’s about reporting it truthfully!
Here comes the problem. The senior generals unanimously praised Fu San's brother who died in the battle to the heavens. They were almost going to label him as brave and courageous. Suddenly, a close spy reported that Fu San's brother was actually useless.
What would Qianlong think?
The old man would definitely not let his "adopted son" be beaten down and criticized after his death, so Jia Liu's truthful report would have no effect on Fu Kangan's death.
However, it can make the old man doubt the Jinchuan frontline headquarters headed by Agui.
Even Agui and the others were actually taking care of the emperor's face and the Fucha family's face.
But kindness depends on where it is reflected.
The good intentions of collectively deceiving the emperor are a bit dead.
Plant the seeds of doubt and they will slowly sprout.
Wu Nengyibatulu was a Han army boy who had just raised the flag and had no foundation in Jinchuan;
The gilded deputy Fu Dutonggenzhengmiaohong grew up under the eyes of his uncle since he was a child. He also came here just last year. How come these two people suddenly donned armor and went to gnaw at the bunker?
No matter how conclusive the facts are, they cannot prevent Qianlong from making up his own mind.
Why is Wen Fu, the commander-in-chief of the army, gone?
Why didn't any of the senior generals from Muguomu's headquarters sneak out?
How could such a brave man as Hai Lancha die at the hands of thieves?
Why did a large number of officials and generals write letters to impeach Wen Fu after his death?
Why should the Minister of Justice fight with the Governor of Sichuan?
There were so many things for Qianlong to be suspicious of, and it only cost him hundreds of millions of dollars to make him feel like a stick in his throat.
As long as suspicion grows into a towering tree, no matter which direction it develops, it will be beneficial for Jia Liu to fish in troubled waters.
Because even ghosts don’t know what Jia Jiashikai’s motives are.
I'm really not afraid that the old man will be smarter one day.
A certain province in the northwest is probably forming a community of interests from top to bottom. This community of interests is incredible. Not only does it include the governor, governor, and chief minister, but also all the Manchu and Mongolian officials with secret reporting rights in the province have joined. Each one is called Sugarcoat.
The shells hit my eyes hard.
If Agui hadn't been so idle that he sent a report to Beijing saying that it kept raining on the march, the Manchu and Han interest groups in Gansu could have kept the old man a secret until he died.
I've kept this secret for probably ten years.
To have an organic conversation, Jia Liu had to go there to seek advice and learn from advanced experience, so as not to keep working behind closed doors in Jinchuan.
This incident fully shows that if the spies are ineffective, the emperor will really become blind and deaf.
However, Jia Liu chose another path. He wanted to play the role assigned to him by the old man. He wanted to report based on real evidence, report based on speculation, and report based on imagination.
Those who participated by themselves should report, and those who did not participate by themselves should report even more.
This is a good boy from the Eight Banners.
Because no matter where the person is reported, the person he reports to will definitely be unclean.
In the entire Jinchuan, no one dares to say that he is clean, and Agui is no exception.
There are many benefits to reporting honestly, and Fukang'an's death can be resolved peacefully before our eyes.
If his adopted son and nephew failed to live up to expectations, would Qianlong still want to chop off the heads of meritorious soldiers?
The old man was not that confused.
Since he came to the throne, he has killed many high-ranking officials, but all of them were due to defeats, not corruption, let alone killing meritorious soldiers.
Such a thing never happened during the Qianlong reign.
In the battle at Borova Mountain, the Qing army was victorious.
Although the price is a bit high.
Fukang'an's soldiers have been killed in accordance with the law. If they want to be punished, it will only be Guo Xiu and Xinda Su, but at most they will be demoted to the front of the army.
The same fate as Liu Butang who abandoned the camp and escaped.
"That's it, um..."
Vice President Bo was thoughtful, and after quietly staring at Jia Guiziliu for a long time, he asked weakly: "Tell me the truth, did you kill Fukangan?"
Jia Liuyi was startled. Is Lao Bo's reading comprehension skills wrong?
"I don't!"
Jia Liu categorically denied that he never killed Fu Xiaosanzi with his own hands.
"Is it?"
Vice President Bo was dubious, but could not find out the truth. Judging from the current clues, Brother Fusan died of recklessness and accident.
Before Jia Jiashikai returned, the general headquarters had basically reached an agreement on the matter and finalized it.
Jia Liu didn't want to discuss irrelevant matters with Lao Bo anymore, so he asked him instead: "Has there been any progress on the project?"
As soon as he mentioned this old blog, he got excited and took Jia Liu to his office for a detailed chat.
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Late at night, a cremation ground was temporarily opened in the west of Daping Town.
The thirteen pyres that were built were doused with kerosene, and the thirteen dead bodies were carried one by one on lifts and placed in front of the pyres.
In the Battle of Borova Mountain, the Qihan special attack team commanded by Jia Liu sacrificed eight Sauron soldiers, five Green Camp soldiers, and 26 wounded.
Jia Liu did not cremate the dead directly in Borova Mountain, but brought them back together with Fukangan's treatment.
After discussing the progress of the project with Bo Qing'e, Jia Liu asked the other party to help him cremate the bodies of the fallen soldiers.
Lao Bo naturally agreed.
"Sir, make arrangements."
Madri walked up to Jia Liu somewhat heavily, followed by two Sauron soldiers and two battalion soldiers.
Jia Liu nodded, looked at the four people and said: "Each family has three hundred taels, not a penny less, and no family is allowed to be left out. Even in the deep mountains and forests, you must find the person for me!"
After a pause, he looked at the thirteen corpses in front of the pyre and said, "I said, follow me. When you are alive, I will give you glory and wealth, and when you are dead, I will support their wives, children, and children. You can't let me break my promise."
This is Jia Liu's promise, and he must fulfill it.
He gave three hundred taels to a family to the parents, wives and children of the fallen soldiers. The Qing government also provided a pension, but it was pitifully small compared to the three hundred taels he gave.
At the same time, they brought back the ashes of their relatives.
This is something within Jia Liu's ability and he must do it.
"Don't worry, sir. If I take even a piece of my dead brother's money, I will have no descendants or descendants!"
The four of them knelt down and kowtowed at the same time, stood up and stepped aside.
"let's start."
Jia Liu sighed softly and signaled Madri to lead people to carry the bodies of the fallen soldiers onto the pyre and begin burning them.
The pyre poured with kerosene quickly burst into flames, and the thirteen corpses were completely engulfed in the flames.
All the bannermen colleagues and the active wounded stood in front of the fire and watched silently. Even though the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of burning, no one showed disgust.
Because no one knows whether it will be them lying there next time.
Vice President Bo felt in his heart that Jia Guizi was trying to win people's hearts and that the money was too much to burn, but he did not dare to say it out loud.
He stepped forward to signal that Jia Guizi was almost done, but saw that the other party suddenly knelt down on his knees and kowtowed three times towards the thirteen corpses that were burned in the fire.
Standing up and looking at the more than two hundred bannermen colleagues behind him who were watching him motionlessly, Jia Liu said with a stern face: "If I unfortunately die in battle one day, I hope you will also kowtow to me, so that I know that the brothers have something in their hearts."
I am Jia Shikai."
"We will defend Master Jia to the death!"
The Sauron soldiers, the flag soldiers, and the green camp soldiers knelt down at the same time and knocked heavily on Jia Liu in front of the fire.
For some reason, Bo Qing'e felt an unreasonable chill in his heart. The hotter the fire, the colder his heart became.