Fulehun, the governor of Sichuan, ordered the execution of Agui and his son, the Manchurian deputy commander Guo Cheng, the counselor minister Dehebu, the Mongolian deputy commander Sanbao, and the registered general Cao Shun issued a military order for 128 Han officers under the banner. They were really shocked.
The officials of the Han banners who came to "quell the rebellion".
Rao was the deputy governor, Fusheng Abdul, who had a close relationship with the governor. He felt that the governor was crazy.
The leading minister, Baoning, and the counselors Te Cheng'er and Erte who led the troops to counter the rebellion immediately came to dissuade them after hearing the news.
The leading minister Fuxing, the second-class imperial guard Tortobao, Urna and others who arrived later also dissuaded the matter and asked the governor to think twice before taking action.
Fuxing said that even if Agui was guilty, he should be sent to the capital to be handed over to the emperor, and the rest should also be handed over to the ministry for discussion.
If you really want to kill him, you should wait until the left deputy general is promoted, and the right deputy general who temporarily takes over the post of Dingxi general arrives brightly, and then we can discuss it.
Vice President Bo stood behind the crowd and quietly played with a walnut without saying anything.
If you vote, you will probably abstain.
The atmosphere has reached this point, and if you Fulehun doesn't take action, then you really can't stay.
Wang Jintai, the admiral of Guizhou, Maerqin, the commander-in-chief of Sichuan, and other close confidants of Fullerhun naturally supported the wise decision of the governor-general.
For Wang and Ma, who were the first to lead troops to attack the camp, they would not be able to sleep peacefully unless they killed Agui.
Zhang Jia's influence in the Eight Banners is not small.
They are all afraid of being bitten by a snake if they don't die.
The instigator, Jia Jia's consort, would definitely not appear on such an occasion.
Regarding this matter, his attitude was very clear that he did not support or oppose it.
"In the early years, Agui colluded with Zhang Guangsi and had an affair with the Fan bandits, and sat back and watched the defeat of the great scholar Neqin, which cost me tens of thousands of soldiers. Today, he deliberately conspired to rebel and will definitely collude with the Fan bandits again. If he does not deal with it immediately, you can guarantee that Agui's party members will
I will not cooperate with the traitors inside and outside, and then fall into the army again!"
Fulehun insisted on killing Agui. If he didn't take action, the left deputy general Feng Sheng'e and the right deputy general Mingming came and he would have no chance.
Moreover, Agui's gang members are indeed numerous, especially if another confidant of this person, Yunnan Admiral Chang Qing, has an army of troops. If Chang Qing leads troops to rescue Agui and chaos breaks out again, wouldn't it mean that he is a rich governor and incompetent?
In addition, he was not sure whether the emperor would kill Agui.
After all, Agui was pardoned for his capital crime of treason with the enemy.
As an official, you should make decisive decisions when encountering problems. If you hesitate, you will suffer consequences.
I think Fulehun is where he is today only because of his decisiveness.
It was precisely because of his decisiveness and recklessness that when he was the governor of Zhejiang, he exposed and arrested Cui Yingjie, the governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang. When he was the governor of Huguang, he investigated and prosecuted Altai and Wensui, the governors of Sichuan, who were the same rank.
The three governors-general were all in his hands, and this was how he won the reputation of being a capable minister. How could this reputation be tarnished because of one Agui?
Of course, Altai was ordered to investigate.
Wen Sui, who had only been governor of Sichuan for more than a month, was found guilty of harboring Altai's son Mingdebu because he refused to join the mutual aid association.
The emperor ordered the Minister of Military and Aircraft Yu Minzhong to conduct a thorough investigation and eventually dismissed Wensui and sent him to Yili.
Therefore, Fulehun believed that killing Agui without permission would certainly make him appear domineering, but under the principle of pacifying chaos, the emperor would at most reprimand him and dismiss him from one or two concurrent jobs, but he would never deal with him harshly.
If you do this, you will destroy the Great Wall, and the right and wrong will be unclear.
No one dared to answer Fulehun's pressing questions, no one could guarantee that Agui really did not collude with the bandits, and no one could guarantee that Agui's accomplices would not cause trouble.
In fact, Agui's behavior is indeed rebellion!
This cannot be cleared up.
"Please order the flag from the king!"
Fullerhun shouted.
The flag is a triangular blue flag embroidered with the Manchu character "order";
The sign is a round one-foot-two-inch beech wood sign.
The flag and plaques are made by the Ministry of Works, and the seal of the Ministry of War cannot be awarded except by the governor.
When the two are combined into one, they can exercise the power of the emperor on behalf of the emperor.
"In this dynasty, if there is a military or national emergency and there is no time to request an order, the order will be conveyed with this flag, which is the same as having received the order."
After saying this, Fulehun bowed three times in the direction of the capital, stood up and looked at everyone: "Any traitor, traitor, or person who holds the king's order will be killed first and then acted upon for convenience! There are some of you who are dissatisfied!"
When asked this question, Vice President Bo was the first to lower his head.
The rest of the people didn't even dare to say a word.
Fuxing was in a hurry, but Fulehun had the royal flag in his hand. If he refused to accept it, he might be able to win with his backhand.
Fullerhun saw that he had shocked the opponents and shouted again: "Where are the Chinese officers!"
"exist!"
The four supervisors of the Central Army came out in unison, two flags and two Han Dynasties.
Fuller waved his hand: "Hold the flag of the Governor-General, kill the traitors, and purge the traitors!"
"嗻!"
Two Chinese troops, one flag and one Han, stepped forward to take the flags and cards respectively, and galloped away from the camp with murderous intent.
Poor Agui and his son were captured and thought that Fulehun did not dare to kill them. Unexpectedly, some personal soldiers held the king's order flag and took him and his son directly to the school grounds.
Seeing that his life was at stake, Addis was so frightened that he was paralyzed and cried: "Ama, didn't that prince-in-law say that as long as we put down our weapons, he would guarantee that we would not be killed? Didn't he say that Fulhun had only one hand?"
Can’t it cover the sky of Jinchuan!”
Looking at his eldest son who was so frightened that he burst into tears, Agui let out a long sigh, knowing that he had been deceived, but there was no way he could make a comeback.
"God can tell you that I, Agui, have been wronged, wronged!"
The sound of General Dingxi's grievances still lingered, his sword was swung down, and his head fell to the ground.
His son Addis was also executed.
As a result of the Vice-Capital of Manchuria, all 126 officers, big and small, were pulled to the school grounds in batches and stabbed one by one.
Everyone cries out for injustice before they die, and everyone cries out for injustice.
As the big blade continued to swing down, the Agui Group was almost wiped out, which also meant that a quarter of the Eight Banners' spine was instantly shaved off.
It's quiet at night.
Yang Zhi searched for a long time and finally found the young master sitting there in a daze under an old locust tree.
"Master, what are you doing here?"
Yang Zhi put a cotton-padded jacket on the young master.
"I'm restless, I have to burn some money for Agui and the others..."
Jia Liu sighed and continued to burn the banknotes.
They are all fifty taels a piece, and seven or eight of them have been burned before.
Looking at the burning banknotes in the young master's hand, Yang Zhi felt a little distressed and advised: "Master, listen to me, if you have more debts, you don't have to worry, if you have more lice, you don't need to itch. You have killed so many people, even if you are unjust.
The debt has its owner, and these dead ghosts have to line up and sort themselves out, and they won't be able to extinguish the fire of Samadhi on the young master's head for a while."
Jia Liu turned his head and looked at his good slave. He wanted to curse a few words, but then he decided to continue burning.
Because, he felt that he might not be able to scold Shuan Zhu.
"oops!"
Realizing that he was burning a hundred taels worth of money as if it were fifty taels, he blew it out in a hurry, shook it off and put it back in his arms.
His banknotes were not blown by the strong wind, they were all earned through hard work.
"Master, if you can't help it, just wear this."
While Yang Zhi was talking, he took out a piece of boxer briefs folded into small squares from his arms.
It was modified with a yellow mantle.
"This thing wards off evil spirits!"
Yang Zhi firmly believed that the imperial spirit was invincible.
"Is it useful?"
Jia Liu was half convinced and half doubtful.
"Didn't the young master say that you should seek truth from facts in everything? How do you know it's useless if you don't wear it?"
"That makes sense."
Jia Liu took the yellow horse boxer briefs and pulled them. The size was just right, so he put them in his arms and prepared to put them on before going to bed.
Just for peace of mind.
"Master, Feng Da, go back."
Jia Liu said "hmm", stood up and asked Shuan Zhu: "Do you think I, the son-in-law of Aixinjueluo, have gone too far?"
"It's too much, very much. A normal son-in-law would not be so wicked..."
"Shut up and go back to sleep."
"Okay, Master."
After Shuan Zhutan left, Jia Liu burned a few more banknotes, and finally wrote a line of words on the ground with a branch, then patted his butt and went back to sleep.
The person is already dead, what can he do?
Yang Yuchun, who was holding an iron rod and secretly protecting the adults in the dark, waited for the adults to leave and came over out of curiosity to see what the adults had written.
It's a poem.
I am smiling towards the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact.