Chapter two hundred and ninety-eight please the general on the road
Who fired the shot?
After the incident of shooting the leading minister, the Manchu and Mongolian elements of the sacrificial faction occupying the camp fell into great panic and self-blame.
In the minds of everyone, the only person who can save them and change the imperial government's national policy is the leader, Lord Jia Jia.
Many sacrificial faction members believe that even if Master Jia Jia does not support their actions, he is certainly sympathetic to them.
Therefore, as long as the incident can be handled by Lord Jia Jia, not only will their demands be met, but the nature of this incident will not be characterized as rebellion.
However, the sudden sound of gunfire made everything irreversible and pushed the incident completely into the abyss.
"We must find this person, immediately, quickly!"
Anbu, the key member and leader of the team, believes that the top priority is to find the shooter, question him about the reason for the shooting, and then tie him up and send him out in exchange for forgiveness from Lord Jia Jia.
However, no matter how the backbone of the sacrificial faction investigated, who fired the gun still became a mystery.
"There are so many people, why can't we find out who fired the gun?"
The furious anger of the leader of the incident, Counselor Zartu, will not help. If nothing is found out, nothing will be found out.
"I don't know how serious your injury is. If you suffer misfortune because of this, we will all be sinners."
Dalantai, a key member of the group, had a painful expression on his face, and his mind kept thinking about the ancestral battle scene that Master Jia Jia had painted for them by the bonfire that night, as well as the spirit of sacrifice necessary to revive the Eight Banners.
These ten words, "Be born in a military aircraft, die in a Ziguang Pavilion" were burned into his heart like a branding iron.
But now, this heart is bleeding.
"Damn it, really damn it, which bastard fired the shot!"
Neudeburg clenched his fists tightly, his neck was covered with veins, and he was extremely worried about Master Jia Jia's gunshot wound.
If it weren't for Master Jia Jia, he would have lost his life by hacking the Han soldiers.
It can be said that Master Jia Jia is not only his spiritual mentor, but also his savior.
But now, Lord Jia Jia is hurt by their strange actions, which makes Neudeburg almost collapse.
However, in addition to Lady Jia Jia's injuries, facts also emerged that made the sacrificial faction members even more desperate.
With the sound of that gunshot, their nature as Tenchus has completely changed, and they have now become complete rebels.
After the shooting, no one outside came to negotiate with them. Even the people they sent out were stopped.
The camp seemed to be isolated from the rest of the world, with no contact, no news, and no positive or negative answers.
Silent, like a man whose lamp has run out of oil, quietly waiting for death to come.
"Do we still need to persist?"
Wan Jia's head was drooping, and she lost all the excitement and desire she felt when she moved.
"Now that the matter has come to this, in order to save the lives of most people, I think General Dingxi should be released and then leave the camp to surrender."
Dalnit, the backbone member, made the most desperate assumption, that is, the court would not forgive them, the backbone member.
But if their sacrifice could save most people alive, Dalnit thought it would be worth it.
He believed that even if they failed this time, their purpose and the spirit of Tianzhu would definitely spread back to the capital. By then, every family in the Eight Banners would know that there was a group of passionate young people in the distant Jinchuan.
Use their blood to save the Eight Banners!
"How can you surrender!"
Infiniti, a key member, denounced Dalnit for shaking the morale of the army, insisted on waiting, and asked that he lead people to strengthen the defense of the gate to prevent the troops who came to quell the chaos from rushing in.
"Don't give up until the last moment! Master Jia Jia said that miracles will always come at the last moment!"
Infiniti's insistence was supported by Anbu, Lynk & Co and others. At present, Infiniti and Lynk & Co led more than 100 people to the gate to strengthen the defense.
But despite this, the discussion of whether to surrender in exchange for forgiveness continues.
Counselor Zartu has not spoken. As the second-class imperial guard, he knows very well that it is difficult to promote changes in national policy by relying on their strength alone.
Therefore, he strongly advocated the preservation of General Mingliang.
He hoped that Mingliang could recognize the efforts of these passionate people and use the authority of General Dingxi to characterize this incident. However, Mingliang's attitude was as smelly and hard as a stone in a cesspool, and he was always unwilling to comply with his request.
Write a letter to Governor Fulghun.
Now the only person who can save them, Master Jia Jia, has been shot again. All peace talks and all roads to clear the name are blocked.
Ahead, there is darkness.
Thoughts of regret arose in Zartu's mind unknowingly. He didn't know what kind of demon he was under, but he wanted to revive the glory of the Eight Banners.
The Military Aircraft Department is a place that people long for, and Ziguang Pavilion is also a place of great glory. However, can he really enter these two places?
Watching a group of passionate young people arguing there, Zaltu sighed deeply. As the leader of the incident, his end was foreseeable. All he could do now was to find ways to save more seeds for the Eight Banners.
Therefore, nothing can happen to General Mingliang.
At the same time, several flag members arrived outside the tent where the general was being held.
One of them had a hot meal in his hand.
The flag bearer guarding the general was from the Second Squadron, and those flag bearers were from the Fourth Squadron, so it was natural to ask them about their purpose.
"Master Zha asked us to come over and deliver some food to the general,"
The speaker was Shi Ertai, a striker from Zhenghongqi in Manchuria. But as soon as he finished speaking, several of his companions behind him suddenly rushed forward and stabbed those second squadron soldiers with the daggers in their hands.
Flagman's chest.
"you!"
When a flag guard fell to the ground, he looked at his companions who had made the move together with puzzled eyes.
Shi Ertai did not speak, but continued to walk into the big tent with the food in his hand.
What caught his eye was General Mingliang with a slightly confused expression.
Mingliang saw the bloody daggers in the hands of several people, as well as several corpses lying outside.
Without any hesitation, Mingliang stood up and said to Shi Ertai and others: "There are many of them, let's leave right away!"
The general mistakenly thought that these people had sneaked into the camp to rescue him.
"Walk?"
Shi Ertai suddenly threw the food in his hand on the ground, and then he and his companions swarmed up and strangled Mingliang tightly.
Because his mouth was tightly covered, his bright and surprised screams could not escape from his throat.
"General, please make sacrifices for the sake of the Qing Dynasty!"
A sharp dagger cut through Bright's throat, and as blood spurted out, General Dingxi's throat was like a deflated skin bag, and no sound could come out.
Clutching Mingliang's neck, which was bleeding, he stumbled around in the tent like a madman. He didn't know why these Eight Banners disciples did what they did.
Finally, he knelt on the ground and let go of his hands covering his neck.
Because he couldn't breathe.
Looking at the motionless General Dingxi, Shi Ertai had a helpless expression on his face. He didn't want to do this, but he had no choice.
On his hands were the lives of Erse, the first-class imperial guard, and several civil servants who had escaped from the camp with Wen Zhongtang.
He was also one of the first members to be sent to the flag guard training camp to mingle with the Manchu and Mongolian disciples.