Chapter 453: The Eight Banners of the Han Army are the Most Glorious
The great virtue's answer was as spiritual as his name, and the answer made Jia Liu feel more cordial, because he thought so too.
Sure enough, the mouse's son knew how to dig holes.
Those with big names are really not ordinary people.
The lively discussion is still going on, and the range of speakers has spread from ministers A to B, and there are signs of spreading to the descendants of the ancestors who were "minions".
After all, there were so many people in the Eight Banners of the Han Army, but only more than 120 people were admitted to Erchen Chuan, accounting for only one thousandth of the Eight Banners of the Han Army.
Generally speaking, the proportion of those who support the retention of the current emperor and those who do not support the retention is about 44%, and the remaining 20% are neutral, which is similar to Hong Dade-who supports whom in the court.
Everyone has their own rhetoric.
The biggest rhetoric of the supporters is to "empty the emperor and me", while the biggest rhetoric of the opponents is "be careful with the list".
Jia Liu did not interrupt the good atmosphere of the discussion. He liked this kind of democracy.
Only by reaching a consensus on support and non-support can the Eight Han Banners be led to emerging interest groups, so that the birds can occupy the dove's nest, drive the Aixinjueluo clan out of the Eight Banners, and realize the self-salvation of the Qing Dynasty.
Forcibly supporting one party and suppressing the other will easily cause the suppressed party to be attracted by external forces and become a source of internal instability within the Han Eight Banners.
The host of the meeting looked at Shikai's nephew several times, but the latter never gave a signal. He listened patiently and participated in a few words from time to time.
Finally, nephew Shikai nodded.
The ancestor immediately stood up and raised his hand to signal to everyone: "Well, everyone, please be quiet. Can you please ask nephew Shikai to say a few words to everyone?"
Deng Tong, spokesman for Xianglan Banner, agreed: "Yes, yes, what we are fighting over are old ideas. Let's listen to what young people have to say."
"Let me say a few words? With so many uncles and uncles here, how can I, a junior, have the right to speak? To be honest, the elders have eaten more salt than I have eaten. If I don't talk about it, I won't talk about it.
The elders said it well."
Jia Liu stood up humbly. Although he yearned for a few words of dialogue in his heart, because this was usually a qualification for sitting on the rostrum, he still had to show his humility appropriately in front of a group of traitorous elders.
"Military Gate!"
Zamul stepped forward and offered the tea bowl, and stood aside with his head held high, perfectly demonstrating the grace that a professional soldier should have.
The title of "Military Gate" made the eyes of the uncles and elders soften.
This boy from the Dajia family is now the admiral of the Nine Sects, and the acting admiral is also an admiral.
Many people thought of the several princes and princes who were massacred, and of the green camp soldiers who could not be commanded by Lord Jia Jia, and their eyes changed from soft to deep.
Zu Jianchang smiled and said: "My dear nephew, those sitting here are from the Eight Banners of the Han Army, and they all know the basics. If you have any ideas, you might as well tell everyone."
"Yes, let me, Shikai, tell everyone! If what you say is to everyone's liking, everyone will praise it... Just give it a few compliments. If what you are talking about is not to everyone's liking, everyone should not take it seriously."
Daquan took the lead in applauding to support his son.
"If my eldest nephew doesn't tell me, how can we old guys have the dignity to sit here?"
Lao Changfu followed closely and applauded enthusiastically.
"Thanks to all the uncles and elders for your respect, let me tell you something?"
Jia Liu looked around at the old bastards with a smile, "But before I talk, my nephew wants to review the glorious history of the Eight Banners of our Han Army with all the elders!"
"Oh? The glorious history of our Eight Banners of the Han Army?"
Chang Bingzhong’s father, Chang Fu, has a question mark on his forehead.
Daquan was also surprised: They also have glory?
"Yes, the glorious history of our Han Army is also the glorious history of our Han Army and the Eight Banners!"
Jia Liu waved his hand and shouted angrily: "Come here, upload the link... to the map of the Qing Dynasty!"
"嗻!"
A loud response came from outside the hall.
Then I saw eight soldiers carrying two Eight Immortals tables into the lobby. There were cities, mountains and rivers on the Eight Immortals tables, but it was actually a sand table.
Zhenghuang Banner spokesperson Li Fengyao was the first to see it clearly and said in surprise: "This is the territory map of our Qing Dynasty!"
After hearing this, everyone stood up and came closer, everyone was amazed.
On the sand table, from north to south and from east to west, the capitals of each province are made of large radishes, and the prefectures and prefectures are also marked with cities carved from small radish pieces.
At a glance, it's clear.
It is truly a panoramic view of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
"Good nephew?"
Hong Dade looked puzzled.
Jia Liu chuckled lightly and said his intention was to ask his uncles and elders to mark the places where their ancestors fought and settled with various small flags.
"So, isn't the glory of our ancestors of the Han army visible at a glance?"
"I understand, I'll go first!"
Hong Dade grabbed a small yellow flag from the table and said boldly: "My great-grandfather Hong Chengchou helped Prince Yu pacify the south of the Yangtze River, and made great contributions to the Qing Dynasty's expansion of territory and the pacification of the Southern Ming Dynasty.
..."
With pride, I picked up a few small yellow flags and "swish" them on Jiangsu, Hunan, Hubei, Guangxi, Yunnan and Guizhou and other provinces.
Does this mean that without my great-grandfather, these places could be returned to the Qing Dynasty?
Jia Liu praised: "The Queen is a true hero!"
"My great-grandfather Li Yongfang was a hero of the first Han army in the Qing Dynasty. He accompanied Emperor Taizu to conquer the Ming Dynasty and conquered Korea. He helped the Qing Dynasty bribe Ming generals, spy on intelligence, build artillery, and conquer cities and territories..."
Li Fengyao took the small yellow flag and "swished" it in important towns in Liaodong such as Tieling, Kaiyuan, Fushun, Shenyang and so on.
He also planted flags in the three provinces of Fujian, Zhejiang, and Guangdong, because his great-grandfather Li Shutai served as governor of Fujian, Zhejiang, and Guangdong and made great contributions to the Qing Dynasty's efforts to pacify the three provinces.
"My ancestors accompanied the British Prince Azige in the southern and northern wars... died heroically for the country..."
Hao Yuanan planted several small white flags in Wuchang, Wuling, Yuanzhou, Changde and other places. These are the places where his ancestors shed their lives and blood for the Qing Dynasty.
When his eyes fell on Yuanzhou, he couldn't help but feel sad. This was the place where his ancestor Hao Xiaozhong died for his country.
"After my ancestors surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, they entered the customs three times to fight, and then went to Shanxi to attack Li Zicheng, and traveled thousands of miles to Zhejiang..."
Wu Guokui, the spokesperson of the Red Flag, planted more than a dozen small red flags in the capital, Shandong, Shanxi, Zhejiang and other places.
"My ancestor..."
One after another, the heroes proudly reported the glorious deeds of their ancestors and placed small flags on the places where their ancestors had fought.
The glory of our ancestors is the glory of our descendants. The atmosphere became tense unconsciously, with many people competing to place flags on the sand table.
What you are fighting over for me is the time when three sticks of incense are inserted!
"My ancestors made plans, managed all directions, managed secrets, and created scale... The Holy Ancestor said that Wen Cheng's strategy can be worth millions of soldiers..."
Fan Dajiang, the great-great-grandson of Fan Wencheng, was the last one to place the flag. Looking at the dense sand table that had already been planted, Dajiang didn't know where to put it.
"They're all full, just insert any one you want."
Deng Tong, spokesperson for the Xianglan Banner, casually planted a small flag in Fan Dajiang's hand beside the capital.
Everyone was looking at the sand table attentively. Rather than looking at the map of the Qing Dynasty, they were looking at the glorious years of their ancestors and the glorious past.
A hundred years have passed and time has passed, but the glory of our ancestors is still there!
On behalf of his father, Jia Liu planted several small blue flags in Henan, Shaanxi and other places. Then he raised his head and scanned the old bastards: "My uncles and elders are looking at the glory of our ancestors here and now. What do you think?"
"There is no honor for me!"
Hong Dade's face is the brightest, because his grandfather alone planted half of the flag of the Qing Dynasty.
"Well, I think so,"
Deng Tong, spokesman for the Xianglan Banner, touched his beard and was astonished as if he had discovered a new world. "Have you noticed that the Qing Dynasty was completely conquered by our ancestors? It has nothing to do with the Manchu and Mongolian Eight Banners?"
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