Chapter 489: The traitor, Xianfeng, and the filial son Zeng Guofan (please book, please vote)
Outside Jiningzhou City, the strong wind is like a sharp blade, cutting people's faces hurt. The snow on the ground is wrapped in the strong wind and flew freely, like countless white elves dancing wildly in the ice and snow.
At this time, tens of thousands of hungry people gathered here. They were all pale and thin, and their clothes were like evil spirits crawling out of hell. Their shouts were particularly shrill in the ice and snow. At first, the sound was chaotic, like a group of frightened beasts.
Roaring, but somehow, it miraculously gathered into a uniform slogan: "Protect Xianfeng, fight against the Qing Dynasty! Protect Xianfeng, fight against the Qing Dynasty...::::" This slogan shocked the world as if it was
The trembling echoed constantly in the wilderness, strangely, the shouting was catchy, with a strange rhythm, as if telling an absurd story.
And Master Xianfeng, who was standing high on the platform, was as if he was struck by a thunderbolt, and he was stunned.
His eyes were rounded, his mouth was slightly open, and his face was filled with disbelief. Why were "protecting him" and "anti-Qing" inexplicably connected? He was full of doubts, and kept in his heart.
Think about it,
Why can't it be "protecting Xianfeng and protecting the Qing Dynasty"? This logic is completely unreasonable! He was frowning and racking his brains to think about whether to stand up and correct this outrageous slogan, once
Jia Linshu suddenly turned his head, raised his voice, and shouted at him in the sound of a broken gong, "Master, the porridge has been cooked, let's divide the porridge for everyone!"
As the throat fell, more than a dozen twelve iron pots were lifted, and white steam surged into the air, quickly condensed into strange auspicious clouds in the cold and bone-blowing air. The porridge cooks all from
Everyone borrowed from the Confucius Mansion in Qufu, and they were all skilled in cooking. At this moment, they were scrambling the thick porridge in the pot with a strong long spoon of jujube wood. In an instant, the rich rice fragrance was fried freely in the bitter cold wind.
Open and drill straight into the human nasal cavity.
The hungry people suddenly became quiet as if they had been cast by a detent spell. Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes flashed with strange green light, like the wolves with very hungry eyes on the snow field, staring at the beams.
A steaming iron pot.
"Divid...divid porridge!" Xianfeng didn't even bother to think about the strange slogans, and shouted in his gong-like voice: "Follow me, keep your fill! White rice porridge...
one?
"Zhe!" Zeng Jia Linshu held his breath and another earth-shaking roar: "It's divided into porridge! The rice porridge is full!" This throat seemed to contain endless power, which could make this hard
The ice and snow were so shattered.
The Kong family members, the chefs and Xianfeng's guards, were not to be outdone. They all shouted at the top of their voices and shouted with all their might: "Master Xianfeng has distributed you porridge, the fragrant rice porridge.....
!Fill it with fullness!" For a moment, the shouts of this porridge were intertwined with the slogan "Protect Xianfeng and fight against the Qing Dynasty", forming an extremely absurd and ridiculous scene, like a chaos and
Crazy farce.
The crowd instantly seemed to be in a pan. The old man in front of him knelt into the snow with a "thump" sound, holding the thick porcelain bowl with his mouth wide open in both hands, his expression on his face was distorted, he cried and laughed, and he said that way.
Unexpected weirdness.
The woman with small feet was squeezed by the crowd and her cotton shoes fell off. She could only struggle barefoot on the snow barefoot. Every step she took, a series of shocking blood marks were left on the snow. Several defeated soldiers carried short guns,
Carrying the rusty sword, while shouting that he would maintain order for the "rebellious Master Xianfeng", he rushed around the crowd and rushed towards the fragrant place.
When the order at the scene was about to be in chaos, Zeng Jia and Linshu took out a copper trumpet from some corner and jumped onto an Eight Immortals table. The Eight Immortals table was stalked by him, as if it would fall apart at any time.
He pulled the horn and shouted, "The Holy Emperor is kind! Against... Bah! I will protect Xianfeng, I can manage enough porridge, and I can also divide the land and carry the flags! Don't rob, don't squeeze, there are all, there are rice!"
Before it fell, more than a dozen sacks were cut by the guards with sharp knives, and the white rice poured on the snow like a waterfall. Seeing this, the hungry people made a loud scream, but they didn't know it was
Who started to sing the slogan of a slogan into a lotus fall:
"Mr. Xianfeng's rice is as white as jade!"
"The Golden Palace was demolished and boiled into rice porridge one by one!"
The scene was in full swing and it was too late. Suddenly, a dull sound came from the northeast, like a muffled thunder rolling in the sky. Xianfeng raised his toes curiously, stretched his neck and looked around, and hurriedly raised the Qianli Mile Mile Mile Mile.
At the end of the snow field, rolling yellow dust rose into the air, and the yellow-edged dragon flag appeared and faintly in the wind and snow, like a group of ghosts floating. The Mongolian horse team running in the front could even see the facial features on their faces clearly.
Chu. The leader of the ginseng leader was roaring at the top of his lungs in Mongolian language. The saberry in his hand danced freely in the wind and snow, and the cold light flashed. The hungry people drinking porridge under the platform seemed to have been injected with chicken blood.
, Another horrifying cheer broke out: "Preserve Xianfeng, fight against the Qing Dynasty, take full advantage of white porridge, divide the fields and pick up flags..."
The fragrant white rice porridge has been actually distributed to their bowls!
It's so delicious!
The snow particles were like dense bullets, hitting Shengbao's marten warm ears. He squinted his eyes and looked coldly at the place where the heads moved in the distance. The three hundred Mongolian horse teams lined up neatly behind him, and the war horses were
He sniffed uneasyly, and his iron hooves kept digging the snow, trampling the snow into dense pits of varying depths, as if he was writing on this snow to see the coming blood.
"Sir, the green cloth robe on the platform...:.\n"Zhao Sanduo dragged a foreign gun and ran back from the front like a gust of wind. His feet were on the soft snow,
Snow mud splashed. When it came to Shengbao,
He even forgot to beat Qianli, but while gasping heavily, he raised his hand and pointed his trembling finger at Emperor Xianfeng on the high platform in the distance, and said stammeringly: "He, he is really Xianfeng, he is a small one.
You gave me a look at the mirror of the kiwi,
It's exactly the same as the little one saw in Baoying Camp...
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"Fart!" Sheng Bao suddenly shouted, like an angry lion, interrupting Zhao Sanduo who was talking "truth". He suddenly pulled out his waist knife, flashed with a flash, pointed directly at the platform, and said viciously:
The True Dragon Emperor was sitting steadily in the Forbidden City! This was clearly a lie!" Then, he shouted loudly in Mongolian language: "Brothers, rush for me!" With this order, his Mongolian cavalry
Like an arrow off the string, it rushed towards the crowd "swoosh".
In the blink of an eye, the Mongolian cavalry was like entering a no-man's land, galloping among the crowd. The whip in their hands was waving freely, knocking and kicking the hungry people away from time to time. Dozens of scimitars flashed in the sunshine with cold light
ruthlessly split the thin cotton coat, and the broken limbs and broken arms were mixed with bright red plasma splattered everywhere. The white snow was dyed like a knocked rouge box, a shocking blood red.
"Smack.:::.
Suddenly, a crisp gunshot pierced the whistling of the wind and snow. Several Mongolian cavalrymen seemed to be hit by an invisible lightning, and their bodies trembled violently and fell heavily from the war horses. The hungry people suddenly rushed into the pile of
Hundreds of men in yellow jackets came out, and they were holding brown basi guns with bayonets in their hands, shining with cold light. A Mongolian cavalry had just chopped down an old woman and was about to continue the murder. Now they saw that the situation was not good.
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He quickly strangled the war horse and wanted to turn around and escape. But before he could run away, he was hugged by a tall old man in a yellow jacket like an eagle catching a chick, and the two of them rolled off the horse's back together.
The old man knocked the cavalry unconscious with one punch, and the movements were done in one go, neatly and neatly.
Seeing this old man so brave and fierce, all the Mongolian cavalry were so scared that their faces were pale, and the word "Baturu" flashed out in their minds.
The old man stood there, majestic, and shouted to the sky: "Zeng Jia, the father of Guofan, is the minister of the guards, Zeng Jia, Lin Shu here!" He pointed to Xianfeng on the high platform and said loudly: "That
It was Master Xianfeng, Emperor Qing, and the Great Khan of Mongolia. If you were blinded, would you dare to rebel?"
Hearing his yell, he saw the power of foreign guns in the hands of the guards. Sheng Bao's Mongolian cavalry was so scared that he didn't dare to rush forward, and retreated one after another. Coincidentally, he happened to meet him.
Sheng Bao led the infantry of the Eight Banners New Army that arrived.
A head of a Mongolian cavalry shouted at Katsubo in Mongolian saying: "Sir, the person on the platform is Tugmore Erbert Khan!"
Shengbao's face turned pale in an instant, like a piece of iron hit by frost. He knew in his heart what this Mongolian meant!
Tugmore Erbert Khan was the title of the Great Khan of Emperor Xianfeng. Although the Qing Dynasty now had the new Emperor Tongde, Emperor Tongde had not had time to accept the title of the Great Khan presented by the Mongolian kings of the outer vassals, so
On the grassland,
The Khan is still Tugmore Erbert Khan!
Theoretically, the legitimate Khan of the hundreds of Mongolian cavalry that Senggelinqin gave him was still Xianfeng!
A banner ginseng leader of the Eight Banners New Army following Shengbao also put down the telescope in his hand, turned his head, and shouted at Shengbao: "Sir, that's really Master Xianfeng, the person on the platform is real.
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"It's a fart!" Sheng Bao didn't say anything, a trace of wolf sharpness flashed in his eyes, and he slashed the ginseng collar with one knife. Blood splattered everywhere, and bloody ideas splattered on Sheng Bao's face, making him look even more terrifying.
. "Kill me!" He roared viciously.
Before he finished speaking, he heard a harsh gong sound from the south gate of Jining Prefecture, "Eyes", followed by a shout of "avoidance! Silent!". Sheng Bao and his men were all "glazed" in their hearts.
"one time,
They knew in their hearts that this was Zeng Jia, the acting governor of Shandong Governor of the Governor of the Valley Transport. Guofan was here.
No one dares to take action anymore. He killed his Ama in front of Zeng Jia and Guofan.:::::. This is fucking a fucking search for death!
Zeng Jia Guofan was kneeling in his eight-lift sedan chair, his head was so low that he almost stuck to the bottom of the sedan chair. He kept sitting in the sedan chair, looking like a mold like him.
The old man carved out of the inside, with a blue face and a purple one on his face apologized for mercy.
"My father, if the child is unfilial, he will suffer. It is the child who is unfilial. Please forgive me.::
Chapter completed!