When Zuo Zongtang and Huang Shijie, two Xianghu Jingshi sect scholars with "Reverse Classics" in their arms, loyal to the Qing Dynasty, and group training, walked into Changsha hand in hand, at the same time, there were more than a hundred rivers on the vast Xiangjiang River. The big wooden boat rode the north wind and headed south.
These more than a hundred large boats were filled with Qing soldiers, and more than fifty of them were carried by green battalion soldiers. The uniforms with the word "bing" on the chest were old, and most of them were washed white. Seventy-eight times out of ten, they were also patched. Most of the soldiers were emaciated and their expressions were slightly numb. It was dinner time now, and I saw them sitting in the cabin one by one with their legs in their arms, holding dry and hard things in their hands. The steamed buns were eaten by oneself with the cold water.
The officers had separate cabins and gathered together. A table with wine and fresh fish was set up. They were feasting on wine and fish, but all of them had frowns and looked worried. As they drank cups of yellow soup, these officers The chatter box opened and they began to discuss in low voices.
"Did you hear about it? The bandits that broke out from Guangxi this time are really powerful. According to those Eight Banners soldiers from Beijing, they are bandits with gods in the sky!" "There are gods in the sky? Aren't they just religious bandits? The White Lotus Sect is there again It’s not that I haven’t fought before, how can I be our opponent from Ganshan Green Camp?”
"That's it! Ever since the victory of the Three Feudatories, our Gansu and Shaanxi soldiers have been like the Purple Gold Pillars of the Qing Dynasty, bridging the sea beams... The Eight Banners and Sauron are not as durable as our Gansu and Shaanxi soldiers. They are not afraid of death! In the past few years, The Eight Banners soldiers and the green battalion in the south have all smoked foreign cigarettes, and they can't bear to fight hard!"
"What's the use of fighting hard and not being afraid of death? Shouldn't the final credit be given to the banner men? This time we went to Changsha with more than 40 ships of Eight Banners soldiers... They are all powerful forces of the Beijing Banners !There is also some kind of demon-suppressing batulu who is leading it, and it is clear that he is here to perform meritorious deeds."
"Even if they subjugate the demon Batulu... the Chuanchu White Lotus Sect back then couldn't subjugate them!" "Hey, be careful what you say, be careful what you say!"
A group of Mr. Qian, who spoke with northwest accents, talked about the sadness of the president, and all of them had their faces drooped. They had almost finished drinking. Some people took out their cigarettes and smoked them. Soon, the cabin was filled with smoke. , all the faces filled with unwillingness and helplessness were covered by the smoke.
"Alas...those people are gathering together to smoke foreign cigarettes again!"
Ronglu pushed the door open and walked into the cabin of Fu Mo Ba Tulu and second-class bodyguard Gua Erjia and Yuan Bao. As soon as he sat down on a chair, a helpless expression appeared on his young face.
Yuanbao doesn't smoke that stuff. It hurts his body and kills his ambition. He is the demon-slayer Baturu of the Qing Dynasty and has a bright future. Why would he use that kind of stuff to numb himself? But he doesn't look like a teenager either. Ronglu also hated tobacco and poison, so he just smiled bitterly and said: "Let them go... Although the Eight Banners disciples are not worried about their livelihood, how many of them can make a difference? Most of them live in ignorance, day after day. It’s a boring day, just take two puffs of the Sai Shenxian!”
"But they are about to go into battle with Changmao. They don't raise their essence or charge up their sharpness. They just smoke and puff away. Is this okay?"
Yuanbao waved his hand indifferently: "What can't be done? Why don't they get full of foreign cigarettes, go back to the battlefield, and see the long-haired generals all over the mountains and fields coming towards them? If there is no fight, they will be scared to death." I can’t even act like a man anymore.” “Well, that’s what I’m saying...” Rong Lu was still a little unconvinced, “After all, we are also descendants of the Eight Banners, so we can still be afraid of those who burn charcoal, mine, and carry big bags. , those who draw fiber and those who farm?"
Yuanbao glanced at this young master with a double army, and just shook his head with a smile.
In fact, he had the same idea when he left Beijing with Sai Shang'a. Aren't they just a bunch of hungry paupers? How could he compare with the noble-born Eight Banners disciples?
"You will know when you go into battle," Yuan Bao shook his head and did not say anything more to Ronglu. Instead, he pointed to the table of food and wine in front of him, "Come, have a few drinks with me... We will arrive in Changsha in the next day. , Changsha is a great place! The girls in the Changsha brothels are fair and tender, and they are all small. They are prettier than my Li'er and your Lan'er!"
When Ronglu heard this, his little eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Really, really!" Yuanbao said with a smile, "I heard from my elder brother that we will go to Changsha this time and no longer go south!"
"Only to Changsha? Aren't we going to conquer demons?" Ronglu was stunned, "How can we conquer demons and demons when we stay in Changsha?"
Yuanbao picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp: "Because that demon... will come to Changsha soon!"
"Arrived in Changsha? Aren't you already blocked between Lingling, Quanzhou, and Lianzhou?" Ronglu asked while pouring himself a glass of wine and taking a big sip.
"Well, Lingling is in the north, Quanzhou is in the west, Lianzhou is in the south...it seems like there is still a missing direction, right?"
"North, west, south...why is there no east?"
"That's right!" Yuanbao said with a smile, "If the east side is also blocked, how can Lingling, Quanzhou, and Lianzhou achieve victory?"
"Pfft..." Rong Lu spit out a mouthful of old wine and almost slapped Yuan Bao in the face, "Really or not? Saidang is not the same, right?"
Yuan Bao smiled coldly: "The note from Mr. Luo, the governor of Hunan Province, was sent to my elder brother's boat a few days ago... Guiyang and Chenzhou have been lost! There are still tens of thousands of long-haired troops walking through Chenjiang and Leishui. Heading towards Hengyang, the Huguang Cheng Army guarding Hengyang will probably abandon the city and flee. After all, Hengyang is not his place of duty!
Now Changsha is empty, with only 2,000 Fubiao and thousands of regiments training. People are panicked and frightened overnight. The only thing we can count on is the 1,000 Eighth Banners and the 3,000 Ganshan Green Battalion troops along our way!"
"Two thousand bids, thousands of regiments, one thousand eight banners, three thousand Ganshan Green Camp...it's just over ten thousand, can you hold it?" Ronglu counted on his fingers, and immediately felt that things were serious. .
"Yes!" Yuanbao nodded heavily, "We also have a thousand holy thunders engraved with cross characters..." He smiled coldly and lowered his voice, "My brother, Lama Tu, and the mayor of Xi'an Master Bingfu came up with a plan to set up an ambush under Changsha City and arrange an earth-shattering thunder disaster for the Bull Demon King!"
"Thunder Tribulation?" Ronglu narrowed his eyes, "Okay, blow up this monster!"
Changsha City, outside the Zodiac Gate.
The official road was crowded with people traveling from south to north, traveling by car and horseback, fleeing from the disaster.
As the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom expanded its territory in southern Hunan and the policy of "dividing fields and dividing land" spread like a snowball, more and more gentry abandoned their family properties and fled for their lives.
Not only Chenzhou Prefecture, which was recently controlled by the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, but also the landowners and wealthy people on the ground in Guiyang Prefecture saw that something was wrong, and they all "should be moisturized". Hengzhou Prefecture in the north, Yongzhou Prefecture on the north bank of the Xiangjiang River, and even many landowners in Baoqing Prefecture They all felt that something was wrong and began to think of countermeasures.
After reading "Anti-Jing", some gentry who felt that they had great potential began to organize regiment training in their hometowns to prepare to fight the "Cantonese bandits", while those who felt that they were no match for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom fled to the provincial capital of Changsha first.
Of course, there are also some gentry who came to Changsha with their regiments and to protect their families.
For example, Jiao Hong, the "big landowner" from Guiyang Prefecture, took a donkey cart, led a large family, and was protected by hundreds of strong men, and arrived outside the Zodiac Gate in a dusty journey.
According to Zuo Zongye's order, martial law has been imposed inside and outside Changsha's Laojiu Gate. The city gates are half-open and half-closed, and wooden fences have been erected. A group of green soldiers from the city guarding camp who have been full of foreign cigarettes stand with their chests and belly protruding. Standing there - Master Zuo has issued a strict order in the name of Luo Bingzhang. Anyone who wants to enter Changsha must be carefully investigated to guard against the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!
"Are you a long-haired boy?"
Bo Yong, who is pretending to be the head coach of the Jiao Family Team Training Team, is currently being interrogated by a green camp general!
"No, my Mr. Xu is a scholar from Guiyang Prefecture!" Bo Yong smiled and talked while taking out a heavy bag of evidence and handing it over, "This is the evidence..." The manager took the evidence and looked at it. , the best cigarettes! There are four big characters on the paper that wraps the cigarettes: "Huang's old name"!
Chapter completed!