It’s really not that Jia Liu refused to save him at the sight of death, but it’s because Qianlong favored Manchus and Mongolians so much that 90% of the important official positions in the Qing Dynasty went to Manchurians and Mongolians.
We all belong to the Eight Banners, so why should our Han army have to pick up leftovers from the Mongolian flags?
The principle of worrying not about scarcity but about inequality will never be out of date in any dynasty or generation.
Moreover, didn't Qianlong think that the Eight Banners of the Han army had too many children, so he tried every means to drive the Eight Banners out of the Han army?
Then the problem arises. If the number of Manchu and Mongolian descendants suddenly begins to decrease abnormally for some reason, Emperor Qianlong can still treat the Han army as shit and dare to call the ancestors of the Han army who worked hard for him as traitors.
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Therefore, in order to make the distribution of official positions in the Qing Dynasty as fair as possible, and for his own better progress, Jia Liu hoped that the Manchu and Mongolian children could make greater sacrifices for the Qing Dynasty.
To a certain extent, the Eight Banners generals including Agui, Fukang'an, Hailancha, Mingliang and others were all enemies of Jia Liu as he climbed up.
If these people don't die, Jia Liu will be killed.
Because they are also young.
The most annoying thing is that Jia Liu is now a stock-level guy, and these guys have already entered the game.
The sky is immortal, and the yellow sky cannot stand.
In order to better serve the Qing Dynasty, Jia Liu could only try his best to ask those comrades and old comrades who would affect his work to take the first step within his own ability.
This is not to harm the Qing Dynasty, nor is it collaborating with the enemy, nor is it treason, but it is to allow the Qing Dynasty to enter a better development track.
Benign, not malignant.
When Zu Yingyuan wanted to save people, Jia Liu was disdainful in his heart: Mr. Liu is just learning from your ancestors, you know nothing!
Of course, you can't just say that Mr. Liu won't save people, but just say that saving people is a matter of everyone's lives, so you must be cautious.
There must at least be a feasible solution.
So, Captain Jia picked up a stone, drew a topographic map on the ground, and began to study it.
All the worshipers, including all Sura, were full of praise for Master Jia's plan, and they couldn't stop hearing its brilliance.
"Well, first of all, we have to..."
"Captain, hurry up!"
"Secondly, we must make preparation plans in case there is a thief here..."
"Master Jia, Master Jia! Saving people is like putting out fire!"
"Finally, once the operation begins, we must have the ambition to sacrifice, we must not be greedy for life and fear death, and we must have the firm will to sacrifice our lives for the Qing Dynasty..."
"Guiziliu, if you don't give the order, I will go myself!"
"Okay, I'll announce it now!"
The feasible plan developed by Mr. Jia was finally released, but what made him sad was that the war ended.
Liu De panicked and reported that the Mongolian Eight Banners grain transport team was completely wiped out, and the leader of the team, Colonel Turge, was seriously injured.
"well!"
Jia Liu stomped his feet heavily, feeling infinitely sad.
"you you you!"
Zu Yingyuan was so angry that he slashed the tree with his sword, "You are harming the country! You are betraying the country!"
"You are talking nonsense, how could I harm the country!"
"I, Jia Dongge, was born as a member of the Qing Dynasty and died as a ghost of the Qing Dynasty. I grew up under the banner of Zhenglan since I was a child. My old man is also a founding hero of the country. You say that I have harmed the country and that I have betrayed the country! You are slanderous!"
"Brothers are all here, why don't you ask everyone to tell me what's wrong with me?"
Jia Liu was also angry. What he hated most in his life was that others misunderstood him.
"The captain is not wrong. To save people, we must have a good rescue plan, otherwise a swarm of people will not save people, but harm them."
Cui Hengyou, who was holding a red flag, patted Zu Yingyuan, who looked angry.
"Xiao Zu, the captain is just Captain Lan Ling, and there are only thirteen of us. How come we have betrayed our country? There is no reason for you to be slapped with such a big label... I think you have to apologize to the captain, so forget it.
Bar."
The oldest member of the seventh team, Wang Si, came out to make a twist.
Jia Liu understood Zu Yingyuan's mood, so he asked Wang Fu to do his ideological work and not to go too far.
"Take me quickly to see Master Turg!"
Jia Liu grabbed Yang Yuchun and rushed to the battlefield ahead.
When I arrived, I saw that the corpses of Qing soldiers killed in battle were everywhere on the slopes and roads.
There are Eight Banners soldiers and Green Camp soldiers.
There were also more than a dozen corpses of bandits. It was obvious that their companions had retreated in a hurry and did not bother to carry them away.
With countless bullets in his body and nearly drained of blood, Colonel Turcun, a Mongolian forward with a red flag, was found in the grass by Fujian green battalion soldiers and had just been carried to the road.
"You...why don't you come to the rescue...fear thieves like tigers, I...I...will play..."
It was clear that the arrest team was close at hand, but it still couldn't come. Turg was unwilling and resentful.
"Ah? What did you say, sir?...Okay, I will definitely tell Wen Zhongtang that you are a man, the glory and pride of my Eight Banners..."
Jia Liu was inexplicably sad and angry, and hugged Turge regardless of the blood on his body.
Using the cover of his back, he pinched Turge's neck tightly.
"grown ups!"
After confirming that Turg died, Jia Liu howled.
After howling for a few times, he found Yang Yuchun looking at him stupidly, and did not come to pull him up, so he threw Turge's body on the ground, stood up and wiped his face with his sleeve to ask Liu De how he was injured.
Liu De, Peng Xiaohan, and the sentry officer surnamed Lu counted and found that more than 200 people were killed in the Green Battalion, and all 73 Eight Banners soldiers, starting from leader Turge and down, were killed.
Except for those who ran out, three of the more than three hundred civilians died and five were injured. The reason was that when they heard the sound of gunshots, they consciously lay down on the ground.
The bandits mainly shot and killed the escorting Qing troops, and there was no need to shoot the civilians who posed no threat to them.
Furthermore, the twenty-year blockade meant that the Fan army had limited medicine and would not waste it easily.
Jia Liu sighed and ordered Liu De to ask the civilian men to carry all the bodies of the Qing soldiers who died in the battle to the car and take them back to Muguomu Camp.
What to do with it after that is none of his business.
Then Liu De was asked to quickly organize people to tidy up the silver carts scattered on the road, and to pick up all the fallen silver.
"As for these..."
Jia Liu looked at the corpses of Fan soldiers lying not far away. He wanted to say something but was too embarrassed to say it.
Liu De was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and said: "This is because of your bravery!"
"This is the work of the brothers, what does it have to do with me?"
"It's your master who has good command..."
For the first time, Jia Liu felt that Liu De was so pleasing to the eye.
Zu Yingyuan's anger over there gradually subsided. Now that the matter has come to this, what can he do? And even if he leads people around, he may not be able to save the Mengba Banner soldiers.
Just as he and Wang Fu came over, he heard the conversation between Captain Jia and Mr. Liu, and couldn't help but let out a "poof": "Guiziliu, you are so shameless!"
Jia Liu looked at his great-grandson Zu Dashou displeasedly, and thought to himself, it would be a good idea if I didn't kill you, but you would give me a hard time, right?
The four of you were so embarrassed to share Shu Lao Er's three hundred and fifty taels of silver last time. Wouldn't it be nice to add me another five hundred and fifty taels?
"Remember, the seventh team of Han Army Zhenglan Banner worshiped Tang Azu Yingyuan and fought bravely to kill the thieves and killed two of them with arrows."
"Um?"
Zu Yingyuan was silent for a moment, snorted, and went to help the villagers carry the silver cart that had fallen on the roadside.
Half an hour later.
Jia Liu called the sentry commander named Peng Shaohan over and asked about the loss of salary.
"It's okay, it's okay. I only lost nine carts of silver, more than thirty thousand taels."
Peng Shaohan was also lucky. Most of the thieves were worried about being entangled by the arrest team, so they hurriedly took some money and ran away. Otherwise, all the people would have died, all the money would have been robbed, and he and Lu Ada would have died if they returned to the camp.
Jia Liu, however, did not think that it was because the thieves were eager to leave that they took so little money, but because they simply could not take more.
Silver is not food and can be set on fire.
More than a hundred taels means a few kilograms (one catty is sixteen taels), and more than a thousand taels means a few dozen kilograms. Those thieves really want to take away hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, which is the same as dying for food.
Suddenly turned around.
"You two escaped from the battle, resulting in your salary being robbed, and Master Turg martyred for his country. Are you going to talk to me here, or go to the camp to talk to Wen Zhongtang!"