For the sake of the Qing Dynasty, Lord Jia Jia must awaken the beastly flame in the hearts of the Eight Banners wolves.
Because, the Eight Banners is an eternal number!
This designation has been passed down from Emperor Taizu to this day. How can it disappear because of China's colorful country?
Jia Liu would never allow the tall building of the Qing Dynasty to collapse, while the Eight Banners men, who had been passed down for hundreds of years, did nothing!
This is a betrayal of our ancestors and a betrayal of history!
The heads of Boling and Urtunasun were a means by Lord Jia Jia to enforce strict military discipline, but this method was not enough to rekindle the flames in the hearts of all the flag-bearers.
Under the banner of "Serve the Country with Loyalty", beside a huge bonfire, the flag bearers were sitting in circles training.
Master Jia Jia sat closest to the fire.
It's warm here.
He was having a long chat with the flag bearers.
"When Emperor Taizu was in trouble, the Ming Dynasty mobilized a large army to encircle and suppress them. Who decided the outcome in the first battle in Saarhu!"
Master Jia Jia looked around at all the flag bearers, her eyes full of encouragement.
The crowd was silent.
A Manchu flag bearer raised his hand boldly: "Sir, he is our ancestor!"
"Who are your ancestors?"
"It's the Eight Banners!"
"very good!"
Master Jia Jia asked again: "Then who defeated Shenyang City in the wind and sand with fewer strikes and more strikes, the most important town outside the customs!"
"It's the Eight Banners, it's the Eight Banners!"
This time it was not a single person who answered, but a collective answer.
"Who fought bravely on the bank of the Hun River and made the Ming army howl like ghosts and wolves, thus establishing my foundation outside the Manchuria Pass!"
"It's the Eight Banners, it's the Eight Banners!"
"Who defeated hundreds of thousands of Ming troops in Songshan and fell into pieces, sounding the horn for me to unify the Central Plains with the Qing Dynasty!"
"It's the Eight Banners, it's the Eight Banners!"
"Who traveled two hundred miles day and night to seize the Shanhaiguan Pass!"
"It's the Eight Banners, it's the Eight Banners!"
"..."
"Who sacrificed the lives of 800,000 Han people in Yangzhou to declare that the Qing Dynasty is invincible and let the Han people crawl at our feet forever!"
"It's the Eight Banners, it's the Eight Banners!"
"..."
"Our ancestors spanned the entire China, their iron hooves traveled thousands of miles across the country, and they built the Qing Dynasty with iron and blood. At that time, were our ancestors afraid and afraid of death?"
Master Jia Jia's voice was impassioned and impassioned, as if there was thunder in her chest.
"No no!"
The mood of the crowd is soaring under the influence of Lord Jia Jia.
The blood also overflowed.
"Of course not. If there were, there would be no Qing Dynasty and no Eight Banners today!"
Master Jia Jia stood up resolutely, waved her right arm, and shouted with deep affection: "Do you know, for countless nights, I have dreamed of returning to Saarhu, dreaming of Shanhaiguan, dreaming of returning to the grasslands of the north, dreaming of returning to the water towns of Jiangnan...
In the dream, I followed my ancestors across countless lands, watching them covered in blood, and watching them never look back..."
The sound suddenly stopped.
Instead there was silence.
Lord Jia Jia cried, his handsome face wet with tears.
He asked the flag bearers affectionately: "Do you know what I wanted to do most at that time?"
The crowd remained silent.
There was a flagman with a background in the army who tried to raise his hand, but was glared at by the team leader next to him. He couldn't help but retract his hand with a shudder in his heart.
"It's a fight, it's a fight, it's a fight!"
Master Jia Jia's voice was passionate and she could not restrain her excitement: "Only fighting is the meaning of our Eight Banners' existence! Only hard work can make our Eight Banners stand forever in the world! Only by daring to sacrifice can our descendants not lose China's
A world of flowers and mountains!...”
By the end, Master Jia Jia was no longer talking, but roaring.
The dragon's sound rings in the ears, making people alert.
"But this little Jinchuan has only tens of thousands of citizens and only more than ten thousand soldiers. Why did it cost me thirty years of the Qing Dynasty!"
Lord Jia Jia suddenly looked to the northwest where the bandits were, his eyes were full of ferociousness, his fists were clenched, his veins were protruding, and his balls were getting bigger.
"Isn't it because I, a man of the Eight Banners, have forgotten how our ancestors struggled and how they were not afraid of sacrifice?"
"If everyone in our Eight Banners is not afraid of death and has the will to die to fight those bandits to the end, do you think we can win Jinchuan?"
"You can take it, you can take it!"
I don't know who stood up first. Everyone stood up and followed Lord Jia Jia's gaze to the dark northwest direction.
"The senior officials of the Eight Banners have sunk. They are rotten. They only know how to enjoy themselves and make huge war windfalls. In their eyes and in their hearts, there is no Qing Dynasty, only themselves! But the hope of the Qing Dynasty is not them, nor is it
It’s me, it’s you, it’s you!”
Mr. Jia Jia walked past the flag members one by one with a determined expression. Finally he stopped under the military flag of "Serve the Country with Loyalty" and suddenly knelt down under the gaze of all the flag members and kowtowed to them!
The moment I raised my head, it was a request: "Everyone, please have the courage to sacrifice for the sake of the Qing Dynasty! No matter what kind of difficulties you encounter, please overcome them, please!"
All the flag bearers were moved, and they knelt down in unison.
The moment Zhang Dabiao knelt down, he shouted like a genius: "I will be born in the military aircraft, and die in the Ziguang Pavilion!"
"Be born in the Military Aircraft Department, and die in the Ziguang Pavilion!"
The shouts of the guerrilla flagmen made Jinchuan no longer lonely at night.
.........
"Master, you are so fake."
Jia Liu didn't expect that Yang Zhi would give zero evaluation to his emotional speech, and couldn't help but feel a little angry.
He was really, really moved.
"Brother Zhuzi, you are too familiar with Sir, so you think he is fake. But in my opinion, Sir is not fake at all."
Yang Yuchun's fair words made Jia Liu feel a little better.
Yang Zhi said "Oh" and then asked, if the young master motivates the flag members like this, is he really planning to build the Eight Banners cavalry from a hundred years ago?
“Without the spirit of sacrifice, how can there be sacrifice?”
Jia Liu said that Shuan Zhu was uneducated. Apart from teasing people, what else did he know?
Yang Zhi nodded, but this nod did not mean that he agreed with the young master, but that he had a good idea.
"Master, I have a good way to make a fortune. I'm afraid no one else has thought of it. If it is done well, it will be a huge source of wealth."
Jia Liu was immediately interested and asked urgently: "What is the way?"
Yang Zhi smiled flatteringly: "Master, since you advocate that the Eight Banners should have a spirit of sacrifice, shall we do a good job supporting this spirit of sacrifice?"
"Be specific."
"I want to open a coffin shop, a big coffin shop. I think inspired by the young master's spirit of sacrifice, our business will be very good."
Um?
Jia Liu was moved. He didn't expect Shuan Zhu's brain to be so good. He couldn't help but agreed: "Your idea is very good. Let's do it tomorrow."
Then I came up with an idea. It may be too late to open all aspects of the coffin shop now. It is better to sign agreements directly with the large and small coffin shops in Chengdu and Chongzhou. These coffin shops will provide the supply of goods for Mr. Jia Jia. Mr. Jia Jia will discuss the monopoly with Governor Fu.
.
At worst, the profit from each coffin is divided in half.
To do things for the court and the soldiers, this money cannot be saved.
After listening to Mr. Jia's business experience, Yang Yuchun was greatly inspired and asked weakly: "Sir, I want my father and my mother to come over and open a shroud shop, is that okay? At the worst, I will give you a share of every piece sold."