Beijing.

On the streets of Deshengmen, a team of Mongolians proudly controlled their horses and moved forward. On both sides were countless boring bannermen, pointing and pointing at these guys in dirty leather robes.

"Is this what the demon did?"

Behind the Eight Banners infantry belonging to the Nine Gate Admiral’s Office, a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous robe and a small official hat that was inconsistent with his head, pointed the horsewhip in his hand and said.

In the direction he pointed out, the rebuilt imperial city wall. The wall that was collapsed by the Xishiku explosion has been completely restored. After all, this thing is stuck there for a day, just to hit Qianlong's face for one more day. However, the newly built city wall and the old city wall cannot be mixed so quickly. From the appearance, you can see the connection between the new city bricks and the old city bricks at a glance. As a result, it looks extremely eye-catching. The completely rebuilt Xi'an Gate Tower is also obviously different from other gates. However, although the city wall is rebuilt, the ruins, including the Prince Zhuang Mansion and several alleys outside the city have not been rebuilt. This is to clear away the ruins and leave a large area of ​​open space. The clusters of weeds make it eye-catchingly printed on the Beijing Imperial City like a scar, telling the cruelty and viciousness of the demon.

Not only that, many overdue places in the city have not been rebuilt.

After all, Qianlong is now in financial difficulties.

It would be great if he could rebuild the burned buildings in the palace. For example, the burned royal temples outside the imperial city were just a matter of nostalgic control, so even though three years have passed, you can still see the traces of Yang Feng’s rampage.

"A hundred thousand troops, let a demon make this happen in his home, and even the Zhongtang, Taizu and Taizong in the Heavenly Spirit cannot rest in peace!"

The middle-aged man said with emotion.

Beside him, the fat and chubby, smiled awkwardly.

"Prince, let's go to the palace quickly!"

He could only say with a smile.

"Don't be afraid, with us, the Qing Dynasty will not be destroyed!"

The middle-aged man patted his shoulder and said heroically.

"Warriors of Sunit Mongolia, tell Hezhongtang, are you the waste from the Korqin grassland?"

He turned around and shouted.

A silly laugh immediately sounded behind him.

He Zhongtang smiled awkwardly.

This is Che Linggumbu, the prince of Zasakduling County of Sunit Right Wing Banner and his entourage. In addition to these people, there are three thousand Mongolian cavalry of Sunit Right Wing Banner stationed outside Beijing. Not only the Sunit tribes, Khalkha, Abaga, Wuzhumuqin and other cavalry were heading south. Since the Korqin tribe's defeat, the princes and princes of the outer vassal Mongolia continued to act as the saviors of the Qing Dynasty. In order to cope with the imminent attack of the Holy Cult Army, Qianlong was doing his best to plunder useful troops. Even Tu Xietu and Chechen Khan of Outer Mongolia were invited. Of course, the reason for inviting them to come was definitely not that the Qing Dynasty was beaten to the point of being unable to find the north by the demon. Qianlong didn't want to be so embarrassed. Instead, Qianlong celebrated his 80th birthday this year, and as foreign ministers, they all had to come.

And they are willing to come.

Yang Feng's policies that could be said to be against the flow of rebellion gave Qianlong great help. Inspired by the special groups trusted by the Mongolians, the Mongolian princes and princes were embarking on the journey of killing demons without hesitation...

Of course, it is mainly to make a fortune.

Needless to say what war means.

By the way, Mongolian princes were also very poor these days. Before Senggelinqin inherited the prince, his family was Taiji, and they all fell to the point of grazing for others. It is conceivable how poor they were. These nomads had no possibility of relying on grazing to live a good life. In this era, there was no dairy industry and no refrigeration technology. In the end, they could only sell their cattle and sheep. Moreover, the backward veterinary technology made them likely to lose everything at any time. If they wanted to get rich, they had to go out to play and go south. But the chains of the Qing Dynasty were tied to them, and they could not go out, and even grazing had to be within a limited range! Now, Qianlong invited them to come and asked them to do a big fight in this Han flower world.

Then why not hurry up?

Driven by interests, some people encouraged them later, and the Qing Dynasty welcomed them in front, and the entire grassland was as excited as if it was blood-blooded at this time.

""Let's go and see the emperor!"

Che Linggubu said with irrespect.

At this moment, a large number of Qing soldiers lined up to pass the intersection ahead of them. Unlike the old Eight Banners Army, these Qing soldiers wore uniforms in uniform, large fat pants, big hats on their heads, flintlocks with bayonets on their shoulders, crossed left and right shoulder straps, and numbers in the circle on their chests, looking like the Huai Army changing vests. Several officers riding horses were on the side. There were actually red-haired men among these officers. The teams lined up in four columns were like bayonets, passing through the street intersection ahead of them. There were even a team of artillery soldiers in the middle, dragging a cannon with horses and carts.

"This is?"

Che Linggumbu said in surprise.

"Prince, this is the Jianrui Camp musket team. They are preparing to go to the Old Summer Palace to make arrangements. This is newly formed by the Emperor. He hired people to train from the Red Haired Kingdom. It is said that the army of the demon is the same. The regiment training in Anhui is also about to train for the Red Haired people. It is not inferior to those demons on the battlefield. Even the regiment training in Huzhou and Zhejiang still defeated the demons! The Emperor is preparing to train a army of hundreds of thousands, and no matter how big the demon is, he will not be able to make a fortune."

Heshen said.

This is indeed a newly formed foreign gun team.

After Liu Yong arrived in Yangzhou, he immediately understood that if he wanted to save the Qing Dynasty, it would be absolutely impossible not to play it. He had no hope of relying on the Eight Banners and Green Camp in the past. So he immediately submitted a memorial to Qianlong, which listed the achievements made by Anhui Group Training and Zhejiang Group Training on the battlefield with the foreign gun team, and gave a group of Portuguese mercenaries and two thousand flintlock guns trained by Yangzhou Group Training to Qianlong. Qianlong, who was beaten by Yang Feng, was looking for a life-saving straw, immediately grabbed the straw, and then selected two thousand people from the most elite Jianrui Camp to form the Eight Banners Musket Team. Moreover, the arms factory in Beijing also began to imitate new flintlock guns. This was deliberately showing it out to scare Che Ling Gunbu first. After all, these Mongols could not be too arrogant. The Qing Dynasty could not live without them at this time, but they also had to know that they were ministers of the Qing Dynasty after all.

"The Eight Banners Warriors learn how to learn from demons and red-haired people without playing archery and horses, it's simply inexplicable!"

Che Linggumbu said contemptuously.

At this time, the two thousand musketeers in front finally finished their journey. Accompanied by Heshen, he rode his horse with his followers and continued to move forward. Because they needed to go to the main gate to the palace to meet Qianlong, they turned to the inner street of Xuanwumen. Just as they were about to turn to West Chang'an Street, a large number of young and strong people suddenly walked in from Xuanwumen, and they were holding various weapons. The leaders were several old men in white robes, with four big words written on a large banner behind them, "Fu Qing and destroy demons"!

"Who is this?"

Che Linggumbu said in horror.

You should know that this is the inner city of Beijing. Except for the bannermen, no one is allowed to enter without permission, let alone pass the market with weapons.

"This is the righteous bravery in Niujie."

Heshen said hurriedly.

"That monster is doing something wrong, and all the loyal and righteous people of the Qing Dynasty hate him. The people of Niujie petitioned the emperor by their elders to do their best to contribute to the court. His Majesty was very happy, so he approved what they asked and issued an order to enter the inner city to move. They are showing their loyalty to the emperor! Moreover, these righteous people will send people to Gansu to inform the tribes there to put the overall situation first, give up confronting the court, and obey the emperor's will to kill the monster together."

Heshen said with a smile.

"They are so obedient?"

Che Linggumbu said in surprise.

"The prince doesn't know anything, these people have no other choice!"

Heshen said with a look of a wise bead in his grip.

"Then you have to be careful, and you will suffer endlessly!"

Che Linggumbu said.

"Your Majesty, just cannon fodder!"

Heshen said.

"snort!"

Che Linggumbu didn't say anything else, and rode his horse straight to the West Chang'an Gate. After entering the city gate, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a duke's uniform walking in surrounded by a large group of civil servants and green insects.

"It's these guys again, they're ruined in their hands early in the morning and evening!"

Che Linggumbu said contemptuously.

"Prince, let's go over and meet?"

Heshen said with a smile.

"I am the prince and he is the master. He should come over to treat me. I was just a slave in our family back then. How could the master meet the slave?"

Che Linggubu said proudly.

Heshen had no choice but to stop with him, then dismounted and shouted to the other side from afar: "Donald Yan Sheng, don't be fine!"

He is actually a first-class man.

Opposite was Kong Xianpei, the Yansheng Gong, who also came to Beijing to celebrate Qianlong's birthday. This Yansheng Gong straightened his head and put on the Tartar official hat, tidied up his Tartar official uniform, quickly walked forward to Che Linggun's horse, and swung his little braid behind his head and beat Qian'er and said, "The lower-ranking official Kong Xianpei has seen the prince. I hope the prince's army will win and wipe out the monsters as soon as possible, and give me the bright world of the Qing Dynasty!"

"Get up, you're a general person."

Che Linggunbu said with satisfaction.

Kong Xianpei quickly greeted Heshen again. Their etiquette at the same level was very troublesome, and all kinds of procedures were not missing. It would be absolutely impossible to do it for a few minutes. At the same time, the officials behind him also stepped forward to salute Che Linggubu. Che Linggubu sat upright and enjoyed the etiquette of these Hanlin people proudly. Originally, he, the prince of the Mongolian vassal of the outer vassals, had to flatter these officials in the court even if he entered the court, especially those who were powerful like Heshen, could urge Qianlong to depose him at any time. But now it is different. He came to serve as a savior for these people, so he naturally would be more arrogant. Just like Kong Xianpei, who was looking forward to the Mongolian cavalry going south day and night! There was a revived Shandong Holy Church in the south.

In the distance, a group of eunuchs who were waiting for them looked at the scene expressionlessly.

"This is really a gathering of demons!"
Chapter completed!