Zhu Qingzheng and Zhao Kuo were talking in the warehouse, and a servant over there ran over to report: "I will report to Your Majesty, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom special envoys Zhong Han and Luo Dadian asked to see Your Majesty, and there is a declaration of the Heavenly King."

"I know they are coming, but this little book is coming so quickly? You will come immediately?" Zhao Kuo looked at Zhu Qingzheng in surprise, and the latter shook his head helplessly: "Now Anhui and Jiangxi are bound by road, they are coming by land behind me. When I left Nanchang, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom envoy came over to ask me to wait for the special envoy. I ignored them and came back."

"Old acquaintance, call Wallace Chung here." Zhao Kuo waved his hand with a smile.

Soon the two men with yellow robes and red headscarves were brought over. Zhao Kuo stretched his head and looked at them, and said in confusion: "Why are both here? The one with the surname Luo is afraid that he will not dare to stay alone?"

After conquering Guangzhou, Zhao Kuo, who firmly believed that the Heavenly King was a true god and returned to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom without enjoying the fruits of victory, was the old buddy of Dou Wenjian, the Zhujiang Commander, but Zhong Han walked over with his waist and bowed to Zhao Kuo first. He was an envoy, and he was an envoy from the great country. He did not kneel on Zhao Kuo, but his face was a little embarrassed. He had a slight official voice with Zhao Kuowen and said, "...Your Majesty, let's put on an incense table and welcome the Heavenly King's edict immediately."

"Come here, Lao Zhong, let's talk first." Zhao Kuo pulled the rattan chair over and placed it beside him. Then he looked at the strange face stopped by the guards in the distance and said, "You are the envoy, please let your good friend go back first, and I will meet you tomorrow."

"Don't. Your Majesty, that Luo Dadian should follow me." Wallace Chung stammered, and looked at the deputy envoy who was shaking his feet impatiently with his hands behind his back.

Zhao Kuo could see it at a glance, and he smiled and said, "That guy was not the political commissar sent by the Dongwang to monitor you, right? Hahaha, your Dongwang is very good at intelligence."

After saying that, he slapped the chair and wrote impatiently: "Sit down, I won't eat you."

Wallace Chung had to sit next to Zhao Kuo in a squint. Then he looked at the man opposite and was shocked: "I thought it was a foreigner, but it turned out to be a white-haired man."

Zhu Qingzheng was as embarrassed as he was wearing a dress over there. He blushed and looked at Zhao Kuo and said to his old boss, Wallace Chung, "Enter Zhong is my old superior. I should have stood up and saluted, but now I am in military uniform and each is his master. Please forgive me."

"Military uniform? Are you wearing strange clothes in military uniform?" Zhong Han widened his eyes, but immediately waved his hand: "Blackhead, don't be polite. You are fighting Qing demons all over the province in Jiangxi, and I also heard that Baitou is famous in Tianjing: wherever the Song army passed, artillery fire shook the sky, and was shocked by it ten miles away. The attacks on water and land were all sharp. Even Qing demons were saying: Thousands of troops avoid Baitou, and they dare not touch you, so they ran over and attack us!"

"That's your Majesty's credit." Zhu Qingzheng quickly modestly.

"Okay. Lao Zhong, stop talking about these things." Zhao Kuo said lazily: "Tell me, what does the Dong Wang want to do?"

Wallace Chung coughed and said, "First, the King of the East wants you to send troops to fight with us in Huguang and Jiangsu and Zhejiang; Second, the Kingdom of Heaven needs 200 Western artillery, which is the kind used by white-headed water and land forces, so that you can immediately raise and send it to Tianjing; Third, the King of Heaven had a holy dream three months ago: Nanchang, Jiujiang, Anqing, and Wuchang around the Yangtze River were all handed over to him by God. So you immediately took Nanchang. So the King of the East hopes that you will contribute Nanchang to us. As a gift to God, the King of the East will protect you for the South forever."

"The King of Heaven has too many dreams. Is there too few beauties around him that have made him sleep too much recently? Hand over to Nanchang?" Zhao Kuo chuckled: "I dreamed that the Virgin Mary gave me the moon last night! I gave it to the King of East."

"I knew you would do this!" Wallace Chung was not angry or embarrassed, but just sighed.

"What a sigh? It's like an old man's book." Zhao Kuo patted Wallace Chung's red turban and smiled: "It will be convenient for us to come and go from now on. I will personally welcome you tonight."

"Alas, the King of Dong is very dissatisfied with you. He thinks that you are ulterior motives, are unfaithful to God, have committed a serious crime, and need punishment. I don't want a conflict between Tianjing and Haijing. Your Majesty should consider it." Wallace Chung said sincerely.

Zhao Kuo sneered a few times and said, "The King of the East cannot think clearly. I am rich in supplies, prosperous in trade, and all kinds of Western weapons. Where do you have raw silk and other materials? If we are brothers, I will still be the king of heaven. You give us raw silk tea, we trade you arms and food, and we will destroy the demons together. How happy is it. I hope the King of the East will think clearly."

"But your Majesty, you are also from the Taiping Army. Now, you take over Guangdong by the reputation of the Heavenly King, and you also regard the Heavenly King as the co-lord of the world, but Tianjing cannot transfer you at all, and many princes feel very uncomfortable." Wallace Chung said, and then emphasized: "The young general is just conveying it."

"I just need to be worthy of God, and my people and brothers all think that they are living better than before, that's enough." Zhao Kuo laughed indifferently.

"Oh, I know you so much. You are actually fearless and not..." Wallace Chung shook his head, then took out a stack of paper from his arms and handed it to Zhao Kuo and said, "These are some things that the prince asked me to bring, that...that...that...they must have not given money, so can you do it for me like the previous few times?"

Zhao Kuo took it and didn't look at it. He then handed it to Zhu Qingzheng. Zhu Qingzheng took it and was surprised. Each piece of paper was filled with a letter of arrogant and arrogant, and everyone had their signatures, such as the king's younger brother Hong Ren, Wei Changhui's uncle's book, Shi Dakai's cousin, etc. But in fact, this is a list of products. The last few were counted by Zhong Han: 21 Western self-tone clocks, 52 pocket watches, 35 clockwork music boxes, glassware, etc.

Seeing the last line, Zhu Qingzheng shouted: "Why do you still need eunuchs?"

Zhao Kuo was talking nonsense with his old subordinate Zhong Han. He was shocked when he heard this, and turned around to look at him, turned to stare at Zhong Han and said, "40 eunuchs? Damn! Where can I buy eunuchs for the king of heaven? Let me see who wants to go? Fuck! Who is the Secretary of the West Palace? This is fucking sick!"

Wallace Chung touched his head, looked at Zhao Kuo innocently and asked, "You have been emperor for more than a year, haven't you figured out the trick to build a eunuch?"

"I don't have eunuchs at all! I didn't see that, my so-called palace is just Ye Mingchen's backyard. I'm no different from the rich man in the countryside. A few servants and maids are enough." Zhao Kuo sneered.

"Alas, they have been exploring the eunuch's Dharma books. They have tried it before, but the castrated children have all died. Now they are all female officials who act as eunuchs. This is not the majesty of the heavenly books. The Shangshu of the West Palace is a relative of the heavenly king. He has been searching for the castrated eunuch's Dharma books to serve the heavenly king." Zhong Han explained.

"Fuck! The majesty of the Heavenly Book? You princes have too many concubines. I am monogamous here and don't need any eunuchs at all." As he said this, Zhao Kuo poked Zhong Han's chest and asked, "Oh, Lao Zhong, I remember you are from the King of Dong and King of Wings?"

"Huh?" Wallace Chung was stunned, but immediately smiled, "Who are you? You are all brothers who follow the Heavenly King and want to go to heaven."

"Prespect in front of me." Zhao Kuo laughed. In fact, he was considering whether he should write a letter to persuade the King of Eastern power to be emperor, and undermine Hong Xiuquan.

In the history without Zhao Kuo, internal strife between Hong Xiuquan and Yang Xiu was a famous event in the Qing Dynasty. Now, even though Zhao Kuo has reversed some directions of the historical process, the conflict between the two is inevitable. It is obvious that this is a battle of power. The battle between one's own death under the Qing civilization.

Now idol Hong Xiuquan hides in the boudoir every day to write discipline and lisp the female official, and the specific affairs are controlled by the general manager Yang Xiuqing. Yang Xiuqing is at least in charge of the work. Zhao Kuojue's Shi Dakai may also be from Yang Xiuqing's sect, otherwise why Wei Changhui killed his whole family? In fact, Wei Changhui may not be the king of heaven, but he is definitely not favored by the king of the East and is bullied and has no choice but to turn to the king of heaven.

But Zhao Kuo was considering which side he was better. Now history is messed up by him. Who knows what will happen? Maybe Yang Xiuqing completely defeated Hong Xiuquan to become the emperor. Of course, killing Hong Xiuquan was to dig his own grave. That was a spiritual idol and he could never die, but there was no problem with under house arrest.

However, it is difficult for Zhao Kuo to choose. Yang Xiuqing is a ruthless person and will definitely regard himself as his enemy. However, Hong Xiuquan is a crazy book. If he fucks Yang Xiuqing, he will definitely hide in the palace again, dreaming about playing every day, and putting a bunch of his relatives outside without caring about it.

Thinking about it before and after, Zhao Kuojue's ruthless people are better than Crazy Books. At least the former knows that they are afraid of interests and can talk about them, while the latter is invulnerable. If you put the knife on his neck, he will advise you: I am a god, kneel at my feet.

So Zhao Kuo planned to instigate Yang Xiu to clean up Hong Xiuquan and act as long live himself. In this way, the combat effectiveness of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom might be stronger than that of his death. He wrote the letter of flattering the King of the East that advocated that he should act as long live. However, Zhao Kuo did not plan to hand it over to Wallace Chung now to take it back.

Zhao Kuo pulled out the shopping list from Zhu Qingzheng's hand and threw it to Wallace Chung. He yawned lazily and said, "Old Zhong, I can't help you this time, you can do the things yourself."

"What? What are you thinking!" Zhong Han was dumbfounded. The list was given on the surface to give the envoy purchase list, but in fact, the powerful and powerful people in the Celestial Kingdom extorted their servants. Zhao Kuo quickly handled it for him a few times. But now when the two were likely to meet each other, the little warlord did not want to bribe him.

Zhao Kuo smiled and said, "Don't you Tianwang have dreams? Let's talk about it after we verify whether his dream is right." As he said that, he patted Wallace Chung on the shoulder and smiled, "Don't worry, no matter what happens soon, I respect Tianwang and Dongwang. We are friends, even if there is a little misunderstanding."

Three months later, the wing king Shi Dakai led 15,000 Taiping Army to attack Jiangxi, and had a conflict with Zhu Qing on both sides of the water and land. However, neither the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom nor the Song Dynasty declared war. On land, the Taiping Army could not conquer the Western War Crusaders and the Sun and Moon Army; on water, the Taiping Army recruited a large number of civilian ships and the Taiping Army, which had not been trained, could not defeat the Inland River Naval Division of the Song Dynasty Sun and Moon Army, which was similar to the Hunan Army. The Song Dynasty Sun and Moon Army was defeated three times in a row and was expelled from Jiangxi. At this time, the envoy of the Song Dynasty entered Tianjing from land with gifts all over the land. He expressed his respect and surrender, and wanted to trade peacefully. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom officially recognized the Song Dynasty.

"Forget it, don't think about it. I will personally invite you tonight. Dou Wenjian misses you very much. They are all old friends in Guangxi, so they come here too." Zhao Kuo pointed to Wallace Chung and smiled: "After drinking, we can play mahjong."

Farewell to Zhao Kuo. As soon as he left the Yuemen, Luo Dadian, the deputy envoy who was holding a red turban, followed Wallace Chung and asked quietly on the way: "What did he say? What did he say to you?"

Those days were very fulfilling for Zhu Qingzheng. On the first day, he drank with the emperor, Zhong Han and other old brothers in Guangxi. On the second day, he participated in the high-level internal crusades led by Dou Wenjian, the eldest brother of Dou Wenjian in the army. On the third day, as a member of the gang with the highest status in the court of the Guangdong-Guangdong Tiandihui, the boss of the Tiandihui, was invited to drink with him. Zhong Jialiang, the super rich opium businessman, also came. He actually wanted to open an opium restaurant in Nanchang, a place where the four battles were the place. He also asked Zhu Qingzheng to wipe out the local opium merchants;

Then on the fourth day, Zhu Qingzheng put on a new general's Western military uniform that he had only been given last night, hung the Qinglong sword on the wall, and carried a brand new Western saber. Although it was still the first time he was wearing a more weird Western military uniform than a tuxedo, he did not feel embarrassed and ashamed. Instead, he was full of military glory, which they deserved. He was going to attend the city inspection of the Navy, Knife Legion and the Crusader, in order to congratulate and commend their heroic battle in Zhoushan.

This time, the purpose of dispatching all navy and a battalion of troops to coordinate the battle between the land, sea and land was to rescue a ship of Chinese crew members from the Qing Dynasty.

Zhu Qingzheng read the Dibao: This is the second time after rescuing the Xiaodao Uprising brothers in Xiamen, His Majesty's actions to show himself with his actions. What is love for the people like a book, what is God's guidance, and what is the mission and glory of soldiers.

Why do we live through life and death?

Yes, maybe it was for fame and fortune, but the feeling of taking risks to save others made Zhu Qingzheng, a person without participants, feel noble and proud just because he was also a soldier. Under the guidance and teachings of God, we fight to protect the common people.

Holding the commanding knife, Zhu Qingzheng looked solemn, and as Xiaoqing barked at his feet, he walked out of the house and got into the carriage. The streets of Haijing were already full of people waiting to see the inspection and celebration.

On the temporary high wooden book review stand not far outside the Governor's Office, Zhao Kuo took civil and military officials to 5 rows, next to them were ministers and consuls of various countries, but they looked full of "foreigners". For the officials of the Song Dynasty, they were ordered to wear foreign dresses today. However, Zhao Kuo, who was sitting in the middle, wore Chinese books with wide robes and Taiping Army headscarves on his head. At this moment, he cunnedly let all officials reach the forefront, but he became a conservative, to carry the people's envy of foreign style and Chinese loyalty, and acted as a bridge between China and the West to seize greater political capital.

The parade team arrived soon, and under the leadership of Zhao Kuodi, all civil and military officials stood up at the same time and expressed respect and commendation to these warriors.

The first place to pass were 17 rescued sailors on the ground. They were originally sentenced to Lingchi by the Zhoushan government of the Qing Dynasty, but at this moment they were sitting in several convertible carriages in Haijing and waved to the crowds of people around them. When passing by Mutaishu, Lao Wang, the tortured and disabled carriage owner, saw Zhao Kuo who was waving his hand on it, and couldn't help but turn over on the car board and kneel down at Zhao Kuo, shouting: "Long live the emperor!"

Suddenly, the survivors of several cars turned over and kowtowed to Zhao Kuoyaoyao.

"Ignorance and stupid!" Looking at the appearance below, Zhao Kuo smiled in his stomach, but he was also vain in his heart. For a moment, he felt like a Robinson on the "deserted island". If he had a group of "Fridays" under his command, he would actually feel good.

Dou Wenjian and Zhu Qingzheng beside him saluted without blinking. These people were the glory of their soldiers. When they were uprising with the Taiping Army, they were told to expel the Tartars and save the people of the world and go to heaven to build the kingdom of heaven. How to form them? They didn't know that they were the army of the poor, and they were better for the poor, and they fought against the city and killed the Qing demons. But now they did not fight against the city, but only saved 17 sailors. How many bird money is worth in the Qing civilization?

However, this made them, the military leaders, see for the first time clearly what it means to save the people, what it means to have the responsibilities of soldiers, and how to protect farmers and merchants!

One life is also life!

The highest honor of a civilian life is the desperate army!

Following the Navy and the Knife Legion. Admiral Davidson and Luo Qianjie rode on horseback and led a group of strong men wearing honours. The crowd made waves of roars after wave. The roars were all sea merchants from all over the country, and the navy was the patron saint of the trade site in Haijing.

Then there was a messy Little Knife Legion, a brigade that was completely made by itself. The soldiers were carelessly carrying various guns. They were wearing strange shapes. Just looking at their military appearance, no one could have imagined that if this army entered the battlefield, their sharpshooter's rifle and the soldiers' hand-to-hand combat would cause terrible damage. Seeing the Guangdong people facing their army, Ding Yuzhan, who was wearing foreign military uniforms, felt very dismissed, and he couldn't help but be furious. He "punched" and spitted under the reviewing stand.

"This pussy! I forgot who saved them back then!" Zhao Kuo on the top could see clearly. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

But a group of Fujianese who fled over a furious cheers. They came to wait specifically to see the Xiaodao Legion, which made Ding Yuzhan happy. He kept holding his fists and returning the gifts, and even turned around and cursed the soldiers: "Everyone is cheering up for Lao Shu! Someone applauded us!"

But a shocking cheer behind him made Ding Yuzhan so scared that he almost fell off his horse. He looked up and saw that the crusaders' camp in Foshan behind him had arrived.

The visual impact this army caused to the citizens was completely greater than that of the navy and the knife. The latter soldiers were also full of the Manchu-style honours. In fact, officers were wearing Western clothes and were seen in many costumes in Haijing. However, this infantry of only 600 people was exactly the same Western military uniform, with the smoothbore rifle and bayonet on their shoulders.

The 600 people formed a square formation and stepped on the drums of the military band. The momentum of walking on the street was earth-shaking.

The high hat, blue foreign uniform, white armed belt, and silver spear bayonet were pushed forward like a wall. The eyes of the citizens around him could not be moved away, and the cheers and screams made Haijing boil.

When he reached the reviewing stand, the trainee battalion commander Liu Dingqiang waved his saber and controlled his horse while marching. He turned his head and looked towards Zhao Kuo. He saluted him and shouted: "Salute!"

At this moment, many people only realized that the 600 people's roar could shock the earth.

"Loyalty! Discipline! Glory!" echoed above the Haijing City like thunder.

"Whose glory?" Liu Dingqiang roared.

"God! Your Majesty! And us!"

Liu Dingqiang looked at Zhao Kuo, who was proud of himself. He was the battalion commander of the farmland half a year ago. Finally, he and the entire army roared out with all his strength.

"For the glory of your Majesty!"

The army's military power was as powerful as a tiger, which really scared the citizens. After three roars, there was a moment of silence. The people watching were silent, but then there were loud shouts like mountains and seas.

The review was over, and Zhao Kuo called out to Zhu Qingzheng, who was still in tears in his eyes. This expression made the emperor stunned. Then he turned his head and pretended not to see it. He said relaxedly: "Baihu, there is a mahjong program in my palace tonight. Your boss Chen Kai came over, and the French Minister Bourbron, three missing one, you come over to make up the numbers and bring silver books with you. We played a big deal, one silver dollar."

Zhu Qingzheng coughed and hurriedly held back his tears. The slogans of the Crusaders' foreign gun team just now made him cry. It seemed that the brothers who fought bloodyly on the battlefield in Jiangxi appeared in front of him again.

"Okay, one silver dollar can still be beaten." Zhu Qingzheng smiled. (Note: 1 silver dollar 0.71 taels of silver book)

"Damn it, your boss Chen Kai turned me into a gambler, and even the Frenchman poisoned him." Zhao Kuo said angrily.

"What are the army hanging? Damn, can you beat us? Without us, can you go to that Bird Island?" Ding Yuzhan, who walked past the reviewing stand, was so angry that he cursed.

"Okay, Lao Ding, the army is just in uniform. I have asked Your Majesty to change his military uniform." The commander of the soldiers there disbanded on the spot. Luo Qianjie heard the angry roar of his subordinates and laughed.

After passing the reviewing stand, Liu Dingqiang was going to find an empty place to train soldiers, and then disbanded and had a day off. This was a reward for the troops landing in Zhoushan.

But he was shocked to find that wherever he passed, there were like a jail of citizens following him. The sheriff next to him looked at the strange but well-known army, and his eyes were as enthusiastic as the citizens next to him, and he forgot to drive the citizens away for them.

At this time, a young man rushed over to the stupid sheriff's side, squeezed to Liu Dingqiang's horse, and shouted in front of Liu Dingqiang's shiny leather shoes: "Brother Qiang, I am Xiao Zheng from the village secretary next door! You fellow villager! Do you still recognize me?"

Liu Dingqiang looked at the boy, but before he could see who it was, he only felt familiar. The boy was hugged by the sheriff beside him and threw him back to the crowd. He was instantly overwhelmed by the shouting crowd.

"He saw me, brother! Do you think he recognizes me?" Xiao Zheng said with a happy face, pulling the arm of a young man in his early 20s next to him.

The young man watched Liu Dingqiang's army disappear at the corner with his toes, but turned around and smiled: "We are connected by several big village secretaries, which are about the same size as the town secretaries. There are so many people, he is afraid he won't know you very much."
To be continued...