"Taizu Taizong, Shizu Saint Ancestor, Emperor Shizong, Emperor Father and Regent! Have you seen in the sky that the athletes of the Eight Banners have awakened? They have awakened!"
"It's really touching for me to be able to inherit the country and country from my ancestors!"
"If the incident succeeds, I will definitely bring you out of the underground and let you see the prosperous Qing Dynasty!"
"..."
Jia Liu didn't think there was anything wrong with calling him ancestors, because he was the half son of Aisin Gioro.
He also believed that the carefully selected hot-blooded athletes from Manchuria and Mongolia would definitely complete this great Tianchu operation.
From beginning to end, the purpose of sacrifice remains unchanged.
But this time, the sacrifices of the passionate athletes will be more meaningful. They will sublimate their individual sacrifices into collective sacrifices.
Both in terms of significance and quantity, it will be a qualitative leap.
"Keep in mind the spirit of sacrifice and walk towards the road to hell. Everyone, the past of the Eight Banners is like a dream within a dream...Aye!"
Cool, Jia Liu sneezed.
When he turned around, he was stunned. He didn't know who had tied the white cloth of Tianzhu on Hua Gouxiong's forehead.
At first glance, she looks like a confinement mother-in-law.
Thinking about it with your buttocks, you know it was Shuan Zhu's fault.
Before the young master's questioning voice came out, Yang Zhi spoke first, stood at attention with a bang, and said respectfully:
"If the incident goes exactly as you imagined, the damage to the Eight Banners of Manchuria and Mongolia will be irreversible, and the rise of the Eight Banners of the Han Army will become an unstoppable trend! Judging from the consequences of the incident alone, young master, you are undoubtedly the wisest of the Eight Banners
People!"
"Is it?"
Jia Liu's face softened, but he was a little confused: "I know you are telling the truth, but why is your tone so weird?"
"Is there any?"
Yang Zhi was baffled.
"Peace talks are absolutely undesirable. Anyone who tries to negotiate with the enemy is a shameful coward! For such people, the only way to deal with them is to eliminate them physically. We must not tolerate them!"
Yang Yuchun is holding an iron rod. He is about to lead 200 Tiger-clad Tengpai soldiers disguised as a forward battalion to participate in the operation to ensure that the Manchu and Mongolian rebels can complete the Tianchu mission.
"Chun Sang..."
Jia Liu was furious, "Can you two guys talk normally?"
Yang Yuchun said "hmm": "What I mean is that things like betraying the country can only be done by adults. Those people are unprofessional and will do bad things."
Yang Zhishen agreed: "Yes, any peace talks not led by the young master are shameful and traitorous behaviors. Only the young master's treasonous behavior is acceptable."
"I don't like talking to educated people... Shuan Zhu, go find me in Guilin and pay me another 10,000 taels of silver. At least save my life first."
Jia Liu didn't want to say another word to Er Yang, so he dragged Hua Gou Xiong away.
After dawn, he would have a secret meeting with Mr. Gu.
The stage here doesn't need him.
.........
"The wind is blowing!"
Looking at the flag bearers in front of him, the team leader Anbu looked extremely excited, "If we can't stop the peace talks between fellow thieves, we people will become the sinners of the Qing Dynasty!"
"The Second Squadron has left camp and is preparing to sacrifice. Our First Squadron cannot be the object of their ridicule. Even if we are evil, we have to be one step ahead of them!"
Blushing, Infiniti pointed his right hand towards the camp, "Action, slogan, God's punishment!"
"嗻!"
"Tianchu!"
All the flag-bearers of the burning No. 1 Squadron left the camp under the leadership of leader Anbu and quickly caught up with the No. 2 Squadron in front.
The moment the two teams met, the wind was howling, but the harsh cold wind made the fire in people's hearts burn even brighter.
The sudden movement of the two Manchu and Mongolian squadrons naturally alerted the other squadrons who were camping.
There are ten squadrons in the flagman training camp, and the first, second, fourth, fifth, and sixth squadrons are conducting long-distance training this time.
Manchu and Mongolian flag members accounted for 70%, and the remaining 30% were for the Han army and the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
The leader of the team is Counselor Zartu, and the co-leader is Madri, the leader of the training department.
After receiving the report that two squadrons suddenly left the camp, Madrid immediately found Counselor Zartu and asked about the whereabouts of the two squadrons.
"It is my officer's arrangement. The enemy's guerrillas often attack our troops at night, so we must carry out corresponding drills for night operations."
Zartu ordered the remaining three squadrons to be immediately summoned, and he personally commanded them to conduct a night drill with a practical nature.
Madrid immediately raised objections, believing that there had been no previous arrangements for night drills, and the situation here was unfamiliar, and there were large camps and other garrisons nearby. If this led to misunderstanding, it would probably have a negative impact.
"When the enemy attacks us, they don't care about the impact!"
"Sir, a night drill has been held in a hurry..."
Madrid still believed that this was inappropriate and tried to persuade Zartu to cancel the order and immediately sent people to recall the two squadrons that had left the camp.
"It is the bounden duty of soldiers to obey orders! Have you forgotten this camp training? Now I order you to summon the flag members for a drill immediately!"
"嗻!"
Zartu exerted pressure as an official, and Madrid had no choice but to summon the flag bearers to assemble.
Soon, the flag bearers of the three squadrons who had not left the camp quickly gathered.
The core members of the sacrificial faction knew the purpose of the gathering, but some people did not. However, this did not prevent Zaltu from ordering them to leave the camp immediately to participate in the so-called drill.
The second squadron, which was sneaking towards the camp in the dark, suddenly stopped.
The leader of the team, Anbu, summoned a group of key members and told them that their mission was to attack the deputy capital Fu Sheng'a, as well as the leading minister Fuxing and others.
"These people are all those who advocate peace talks with the traitors, and they must be eradicated!" Infiniti's eyes were extremely fanatical.
Wan Jia, a key member of the sacrificial faction, was also affected by his emotions and became very excited, and then raised the question, who is going to solve Mingming.
General Dingxi, who presided over the peace talks, cannot be removed. No matter how many ministers are killed, it will be useless.
Anbu glanced at Wanjia: "This is not our task, we just need to do our job well."
At the same time, the 1st Squadron.
Under the torch, Dalantai opened the note in his hand, and the word "Ming Ming" was clearly written on it.
"Our goal is to expose this coward!"
Dalantai's face looked hideous under the firelight.
"Are you scared?"
"No!"
"action!"
Under the leadership of Dalantai, Lingke and other sacrificial elements, the First Squadron of Guerrilla Flag Guards quietly sneaked into the camp.
Due to the Agui incident, the defense of the camp was much tighter than before.
Lynk suggested that he should not alert the enemy in the first place, but that he should lead the people there, and the others would follow suit.
After everyone agreed, Lingke led a few soldiers towards the camp guard post, and was soon discovered by the other party.
"who?"
"We are from the forward battalion."
"From the forward camp?"
The firearms battalion sentry on duty was very puzzled, "It's so late, what are you doing?"
"We went to have fun and just got back,"
As soon as Lingke finished speaking, he heard gunfire from the north, followed by a sharp cry: "Heaven punishes the traitor, Heaven punishes the traitor!"