Chapter 617 The ghost of 1848 is wandering in Guanzhong! (Please order, please vote)
On January 2, 1858, the northwest wind swept through the official road leading to Xi'an City with broken snow particles.
Moore hugged in the corner of the carriage, wrapped in a tweed coat made in Britain, and a sheepskin hat from northern Shaanxi was buckled on his head. He was chatting with the French engineer Henry on the other side - he was very interested in the French engineer and his real boss Mathilde. What is the purpose of these French people supporting Li Hongzhang?
Wen Xian was dozing off in the carriage in a sable coat. The British jazz originally wanted to see the Qing Dynasty for the last time, but now he felt that the Qing Dynasty was dead. Now he was alive, just a monster with the Qing Dynasty sign hanging on the Qing Dynasty. Even if this monster could defeat the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, it would only be another Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, no longer the Qing Dynasty that was quiet and silent and unprovoked trouble.
Friedrich used a pencil to outline a team of Beiyang soldiers outside the car window on his notebook. They arrived in Weinan three days ago with the goal of escorting a batch of arms and escorting the British envoy into Xi'an. Suddenly, Friedrich said, "There are a total of forty-seven ammunition trucks... are they making reserves for the upcoming revolution?"
Bai Siwen was wearing a fur coat and a leather hat with ear protection, revealing a piece of shiny braid. He looked out the car window and muttered, "When the city of Beijing was cold, there were not so many corpses on the official road outside the city..." Before he finished speaking, the wheels ran over a frozen corpse. The carriage trembled suddenly, and the people inside fell and fell.
"At 3:15 pm, I encountered the twelfth dead body on the roadside today. I had no left ear." Friedrich wrote down sloppyly and asked the coachman: "Why are the left ears of these corpses gone?" The coachman did not dare to look back and said in a muffled voice: "These words of the adults who returned to the foreign country are all cut off because of their rent resistance or unwilling to repay usury."
There was another silence in the carriage.
After a while, Henry lifted the curtain with his pipe in his arms, and the snow flakes rushed in: "After crossing the Ba Bridge, it is Xi'an East Gate. Princess Mathilde's foreign army guards will be at Changlemen." Moore narrowed his eyes and looked at the towering ancient city in the distance in the snow, and suddenly pulled down Friedrich's sleeves: "Look at those coal-carrying porters!"
A team of hunched black shadows were carrying a willow basket and moving towards Xi'an. The coal in the basket fell, pulling out a winding black mark on the snow. Henry whispered: "Why did they go all the way? It's strange that they didn't arrange for individuals to pick it up!"
Moore said lightly: "What's strange about it? It's the eve of the Great Revolution."
Mathilde's foreign corps cavalry held the "Beiyang" flag and listed a strict formation in the snow. Everyone carried the Miner rifled rifle, holding the reins with one hand and pressing the hilt of the saber with the other, as if facing a great enemy.
The French princess was wearing a woolen military uniform. The spur stepped on the blue bricks in the city gate and clattered. When she saw Moore get out of the carriage, she smiled and said in German: "You must be Carl, right? I heard that you are the reincarnation of John the Baptist's soul?"
Moore glanced at Napoleon III's cousin, took off his hat and bowed, "I'm glad to see you, ma'am. But I don't remember much about what happened more than a thousand years ago. That's too long, and I like to look forward to see what will happen in the future?"
Mathilde chuckled: "So Karl, what do you think my future is like?"
"You?" Moore stared at Mathilde for a while, and had already taken the woman's expectant expression and proud appearance into her eyes. "You may become a queen!"
"Queen." Mathilde was about to laugh when Li Hongzhang's voice had already come out of the door: "Mr. Bai, I really didn't expect us to meet here. It will take several years to part in Paris!"
Bai Siwen sighed: "I think it's been decades!"
Li Hongzhang also sighed: "Then we have to have a few more drinks."
In the main hall of the Duke of Tang Dynasty, three elm and eight immortal tables were made into a long Western-style table. A blue and white porcelain plate was decorated with French paper wrapped in roasted Weihe carp, and a silver plate was placed with French Roujiamo. Wen Xian made a large bowl of Corsica water basin mutton with a spoon. He first tasted the soup, and then used a fork to pick up a piece of mutton and swallowed it. Then he looked at Li Hongzhang and asked: "There were many emperors named Li in Chinese history? Lord Li has now been named Duke of Tang again. Could it be that you are the descendants of Li Tang?"
Li Hongzhang smiled but said nothing.
Mathilde raised his glass and said, "Then let us give a cup to Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty first!"
Moore and Friedrich looked at each other, both smiled knowingly, and raised their glasses: "To Emperor Taizong of Tang!"
Wen Xian also raised his wine glass: "To Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty!"
After three rounds of wine, the French princess suddenly rang the goblet: "The Tsar has allowed me and Duke Tang to march into Central Asia, as long as the UK recognizes Central Asia as a neutral zone..."
Wen Xian asked: "The neutral zone means"
The French princess said: "Russia does not go in, and Britain does not go in. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom will not go in either! In this way, the British India, Russia's Western Siberia and the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's Western Regions provinces can maintain stability."
Wen Xian refused to comment, while Moore interjected: "What about those countries in Central Asia? They."
Mathilde shrugged and spread his hands. Li Hongzhang said: "It has been the territory of the Tang Dynasty since ancient times!"
At the same time, in the flower hall of the residence of the Hunan Army General and Henan Governor Huang Shijie, a manuscript of "The Declaration of Qing Dynasty" had been passed down among several people. Luo Zenan used to fiddle with tongs to make a charcoal basin, and sparks splashed onto the paper of "The Declaration of Qing Dynasty" held by Guo Songtao, and a black dot was burned: "Does Di Shuai (Zeng Guofan) still refuse to wear a yellow robe?"
"He said he wanted to imitate Wen Tianxiang!" Zeng Guoquan punched a map of Gansu and Shaanxi spread on the table!
Kong Fanhao dipped in tea and wrote the three words "Sincere" on the table: "It's better to find an opportunity to put the yellow robe on him."
Guo Songtao shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work. He's very tired and can't force him."
Du Han slapped the table: "If he doesn't deserve this famous emperor, who can do it? Holy Lord, why don't you do it!"
Kong Fanhao waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no Jiushang, come on, your brother is not good, you can do it!"
Zeng Guoquan pondered for a moment, as if he was a little moved, but Huang Shijie said, "Let's give the teacher a yellow robe. The Taiping Army will definitely come to Guanzhong after the spring. We must launch a new master who can appeal to people's hearts. The teacher is the most suitable!"
"Yes!" Jiang Zhongyuan emphasized: "It's not up to him to do this. If he doesn't become this emperor, it will be difficult for our famous scholars to join forces!"
Zeng Guoquan also knew that he, Li Hongzhang, Huang Shijie, Jiang Zhongyuan, and Du Han, were not as good as that person, and Kong Fanhao's bones were too soft and he thought about it, so his elder brother was the most suitable one.
"Then give him a yellow robe!" Zeng Guoquan made a final decision.
In the backyard of Catholic Hall in Sanyuan County, Weibei, twelve coffins are arranged in a cross. Bai Yanhu, who represents the Shisanfang Temple Alliance in Weibei, lifted the lid of one of the coffins, and there was no idea how many brown bass flintlock rifle inside.
Chen Decai took off the Catholic black robe and exposed the red robe of the archbishop of the real quest: "The 5,000 vanguards of the King of Wu have arrived in Dengzhou!" He pointed to the foreign gun in the coffin, "These are for us to use when we are in Guanzhong!"
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Ma Xinyi kicked the coffin: "Mr. Li said that the emperor, the empress dowager will solve it. After the matter is completed, he will become the Great Protector of the Western Regions and Beiting! He will collect all the remnants of the famous religion!"
As he spoke, he looked at the leader of the Gansu Tianfang Sect who had just captured Pingliang not long ago. Ma Chaoqing quickly chanted in the chanting tune: "Only the Heavenly Father, the Heavenly Brother, the Heavenly King..."
There is no way, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is powerful and the sword of the famous sect is sharp. The leaders of the Tianfang Sect in Ganzhou and Shaanxi have to temporarily worship the Heavenly Father Emperor God - it is the same anyway. As for Brother Tian, ​​the Heavenly King.
Chen Decai took off the Heavenly King Sword from the statue of Hong Xiuquan and raised it high: "Three days later, I will see the Taiping Flag erected on the north gate of Xi'an!"
Ma Xinyi lowered his head and promised: "Please tell the King of Wu that what Lord Li and Princess Mathilde promised him will definitely be done!"
The next morning, Moore wrapped himself in a blanket and climbed to the lookout building in the Duke of Tang's mansion.
Friedrich sketched the fireworks in the city with a pen: the black smoke columns raised by the Huai Army artillery factory in the East Cangmen, the firewood piles burned by the Hunan Army camp in the South Courtyard, and the fur shop run by the believers of Tianfang Cult on the West Street has already come out of cooking smoke.
Wen Xian lit a cigar: "This is really a good location! Mathilde's foreign corps and Lord Li's elite Huai army guarded it, and the walls of the house are also very strong. Let's watch here!"
Bai Siwen clenched his fists and his eyes were red: "You see, I have to go to find my son, my son will also go to Harrow School and Eton School!"
"Nine-generation hatred..." Moore murmured and repeated the words he had been hearing during this period.
Friedrich found the account book copy of the Weinan tenant farmer Wang Laoliu: "A family of four, only a little income a year is the real ninth lifetime hatred!"
Late at night on the third day, Moore sorted out notes in a three-story attic in the Duke of Tang's mansion. Friedrich opened the window and put a ray of cold wind in: "I have calculated that according to the price of grain in Xi'an, the monthly salary of a soldier is only enough to buy twenty kilograms of wheat."
"So they have to keep fighting and plundering." Moore dipped ink, "involved production has spawned military expansion... just like British factory owners have to look for new markets."
Wen Xian flashed into the door like a ghost, shaking brandy in his hand: "Do you think Mathilde's 'Central Asia Paradise' can be done?" Friedrich sneered: "Using a famous priest soldier bayonet to force nomads to plant wheat and cotton... can they do better than Britain in India?"
The sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded outside the yard. The three of them rushed to the window and saw a team of cavalry walking out of the Duke of Tang's mansion and heading towards the palace. The leader was a blonde woman.
"It's going to start?" Moore whispered.
In the Hunan Army camp in the city, there was a vague snare drum that moved the ground. Friedrich rewritten in his notes: "The ghost of 1848 is wandering in Guanzhong!"
Chapter completed!