"Of course it should be!" Sushun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If Zeng Guofan raised the flag, then his father Zeng Linshu should also carry the flag with him and serve as a slave to the emperor. The slaves of the three upper banners are all registered in Beijing.
It’s natural that Zeng Linshu will come to live in Beijing.”
Sushun's words are actually a bit far-fetched. It's okay for a son to follow his father, but it makes no sense for a father to follow his son.
However, Xianfeng was not a serious person in the first place. He only wanted Zeng Linshu to come to Beijing as a hostage, so what if he brought more people to join the Three Banners as slaves? "Okay!" Xianfeng said with a smile, "I will also bring Zeng Linshu.
Enter the Three Banners...and carry a white flag to the Han army for their father and son!"
"This slave thanked the Emperor for Zeng Guofan," Sushun said, "Then Zeng Guofan will be the Emperor's slave from now on and one of our Eight Banners."
How about raising Zuo Zongtang and Jiang Zhongyuan to carry the Eight Banners?"
Sushun and Du Han were both dumbfounded when they heard Xianfeng's words.
It must be a good thing if there are more Zuo Zongtang and more Jiang Zhongyuan in the Eight Banners, but those two people themselves did not propose to raise the flag!
Zeng Guofan may have had to ask himself to carry the flag to express his feelings because his brother was captured by the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and became a second minister.
And those two had no brothers who were captured as second ministers. They did not need to express their feelings by raising the flag. Moreover, their fathers had died long ago, and they could not be sent to Beijing to be slaves. If the emperor ordered them to be carried into the flag,
How embarrassing was it to be rejected by them in the end?
Moreover, it is quite possible that they will refuse to join the Eight Banners as slaves, especially Zuo Zongtang!
Sushun thought to himself: "Zuo Zongtang had a very happy chat with the Taiping Angel Luo Yaoguo in the Chao Zongmen! Later, the imperial court's redemption of more than 500 Eight Banners soldiers was also done through him and Luo Yaoguo... And that
At that time, he was still a commoner in Xiangyin, but he was not a commoner at all.
An official of the Qing Dynasty may have secretly accepted an official of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and now he may be a loyal minister of both countries. The emperor ordered him to be promoted to the banner, didn't he force him to choose between the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the Qing Dynasty? But these things can
Do you want to tell the emperor about 1510?"
When Sushun was in trouble, Du Han on the side spoke: "Your Majesty, I have something to say about Zuo Zongtang and Jiang Zhongyuan raising the flag." "Say it," Xianfeng said.
"Your Majesty, I feel that this door should not be opened wide." Du Han explained, "If this door is opened wide, the regiment leaders who will lead troops to suppress the bandits in the future will probably have to raise their flags. If the war against rebellion lasts for a long time, there will be more people in the Eight Banners.
How many bannermen are there with troops and horses? How will the emperor arrange them at that time? If the old and new Eight Banners treat everyone equally, can the current Eight Banners agree? If they cannot treat everyone equally, will..."
"It makes sense!" Xianfeng still listened to the advice, and nodded immediately and said, "This door cannot be opened wide... But if Zuo Zongtang and Jiang Zhongyuan are not allowed to be slaves, will they be willing to sacrifice their lives for the imperial court?
Du Han said: "Didn't the emperor decide to use the fertile fields outside the customs to allocate them to those who train leaders and train bravery? That is a real benefit!" "Your Majesty, Du Han just said..."
As soon as Sushun arrived in Beijing, he immediately came to the garden to be a saint, so he didn't know that Xianfeng had decided to allocate the land outside the customs.
So Xianfeng asked Du Han to tell Sushun about the matter first, and then asked Sushun: "Sushun, do you think Zeng Guofan, Zuo Zongtang, and Jiang Zhongyuan's men can fight for the fertile land outside the pass?"
"It will definitely be possible!" Sushun nodded heavily. "Under the heavy reward, there must be brave men! The reason why Changmao is able to grow so much in Hunan is because it relies on dividing the land to incite the poor and ignorant people? If the emperor gives it More, why worry about them not working hard? But...
"Don't hesitate, just say what you have to say!" Xianfeng said.
Sushun sighed and said: "Your Majesty, now Changmao's power has been developed, with no less than a hundred thousand soldiers under his command, and the provincial regiment training has just begun...it will take a lot of time to gain experience.
The joy that just appeared on Xianfeng's face disappeared in an instant, and he just frowned and looked at Sushun: "Then what should we do? "Your Majesty, this servant has thought of a quick fix..."
"Tell me about it!" Xianfeng frowned, "When is it? Is there anything you can't say?" "Your Majesty, the quick fix for me is to ask foreigners for help!"
"Invite foreigners?" Xianfeng asked, "Are you talking about foreign lamas like Tu Lama? By the way, was the demon injured by Tu Lama's holy bomb?" Sushun replied: "Your Majesty, that demon was indeed Injured! I also discovered the true form of the monster..."
He recounted all the information he had collected in Changsha City about "the Bull Demon King being bombed" and "the Bull Demon disappearing".
After saying this, Sushun turned the topic back to asking foreigners for help: "Your Majesty, I think that of course we should invite foreign lamas who can conquer demons... But now Changmao has already When it gets bigger, it will be difficult to deal with it even without the Bull Demon King! Therefore, the slaves, the Monk King, Shengbao, and Yuanbao all think that they must buy more foreign guns and cannons to deal with Changmao. Moreover, the foreigners’ military training methods are also quite good. For the sake of advisability, perhaps we can hire some more foreign generals to help us train troops in the Qing Dynasty."
Xianfeng asked: "Can you ask the Rakshasa people for help?"
Sushun said: "We have to invite the Rakshasa people, but the Rakshasa people are far away. If the long hairs escape into Jiangdong and Guangdong... I think we should also ask the English and French people in Shanghai and Hong Kong to help!"
"Ask the English and French for help?" Xianfeng was startled and immediately became vigilant, "Are they willing? What reason do we have to ask for help?" Sushun said: "Your Majesty, I have asked Lama Tu.
"What did he say?"
Sushun replied: "He said that as long as it is certain that there is demon Satan on the other side of Changmao, all the countries in the West that worship God, including England, France, and the Rakshasa Kingdom, will definitely become enemies of Changmao's pseudo-Taiping Heavenly Kingdom."
"Really?" Xianfeng frowned, "Aren't they all worshipers of God?"
Sushun explained: "But the false King Longhair claims to be the second son of God, the false King South claims to be the third son of God, and the false King Dong claims to be the fourth son of God..."
"This God is the biggest god in the world. He has only one son named Jesus, who is the number two god among the Westerners. Westerners have been worshiping these two gods for more than a thousand years. The long hair will appear in one go.
so many sons of god
..... Can you recognize the emperor, king, and queen over there in the West? Moreover, these self-proclaimed sons of God are also involved with demons, which is the most taboo thing for foreigners. How can the countries of England and France in the West ignore it?
"
Xianfeng pondered for a while and murmured in a low voice: "It seems to make sense... If we can really invite the English and French to help, no matter whether they are long-haired or demons, they will definitely not be my opponent in the Qing Dynasty. Who is coming, Lama Xuantu
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Ande Hai, who was standing outside, immediately responded: "Cha." Yangtze River.
Countless sand ships are sailing on the wide river west of Wuchang Fucheng, with numerous masts and sails, riding the wind and waves, and are sailing down the river. They have already approached the two cities across the Yangtze River - Hanyang Fucheng and Wuchang.
Fucheng!
The front deck of every sailing ship that came by the wind was full of Taiping soldiers with red scarfs and turbans. One after another military flags were fluttering in the wind. From a distance, they looked like pieces of burning clouds floating on the river. At a glance
No end in sight.
On both sides of the Yangtze River, there is also a Taiping Army marching along the river. They are also wearing the iconic red scarf Baotou. They are also singing and singing the impassioned "Men Should Be Strong". Although it is a little out of tune, it still floats along the Yangtze River.
Arrive at the Chu Lookout Tower in Wuchang City.
On the Chu Lookout, Cheng Cai, the governor of Huguang, Chang Dachun, the acting governor of Hubei, Bo Legongwu, the admiral of Hubei, Shuangfu, the admiral of Hubei, and others saw this scene, and all of them turned pale with shock.
After escaping all the way from Hunan, Cheng Zicai, who had long been the "retired governor", was already in tears. While crying, he was still shouting Zhang Liangji's name: "Shi Qing, Shi Qing, why haven't you arrived in Wuchang yet?"
Where is the city? How far is it from Lizhou to Wuchang? It’s time to crawl over here!”
"Come on, come on!" A second-grade civil servant with high cheekbones and a big face on the side had already scolded him, "Cheng Zhijun...Xiaguan has been transferred to the governor of Shanxi Province in early September. It's already December.
, the successor hasn’t come yet!”
"Isn't the successor here?" Shuangfu, the admiral who fled back to Wuchang with Cheng Zicai but was dismissed when he came back and was not allowed to return to Beijing, stamped his foot and raised his hand to point at the Taiping Army's land and water forces outside the city, "Damn it.
.At least two to three hundred thousand, just to take over!"
An old general who looked like he was in his seventies or eighties, wearing a linen coat and wearing a headdress, shook his head repeatedly: "How is it possible, how is it possible... Three hundred thousand, three hundred thousand! There are only three hundred thousand in Wuchang City.
Chapter completed!