"Interesting", Gao Jian smiled and took Wei Zilong back to Ji Zihao Store.
As soon as he entered the secret room, he gave an order to Wei Zilong, "Wei Qianhu, our opportunity has come! You immediately send someone to find some firecrackers used by the Rakshasa people, follow the kid who dominated the arena just now, and find a
If you get a chance, beat him to death with a firecracker."
As expected of a member of the Mixed Guards, when talking about things like surveillance and assassination, he didn’t even blink, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.
Wei Zilong was startled and then realized, "You mean to kill Na Ajima and put the blame on the Urianhai tribe and the Rakshasa people?"
Gao Jian nodded approvingly, "Yes, the Urianhai tribe colluded with the Rakshasa people to invade and occupy the fishing grounds of the Yukargir tribe. Today, the son of the chief of the Yukargir tribe has disgraced the Urianhai tribe. If he is killed
Now, the Yukargir tribe will definitely doubt the Urianhai tribe, and then hate the Rakshasa people who support the suspicious Urianhai tribe. In this way, it will be much easier to incite them to revolt in response to the king's division."
After hearing this, Wei Zilong took a breath and thought to himself: The commander said that this person had "insufficient talents", but where did he mean "insufficient talents"? He was clearly a fool who kept a low profile and kept a low profile. It's just that although this plan is good, it is too poisonous.
Got some!
"Suppressor, although this plan is a good one, your Majesty once said that the people of the outside world are also the pure sons of China. This Azima has no fault. If he kills him directly, will he be accused of killing innocent people in the future?
Sin?"
"Haha", Gao Jian grinned, "Your Majesty did say that the foreigners are also the pure sons of China. Those who can do big things will not stick to trivial matters. As long as it is beneficial to the cause of the Northern Expedition, he will not interfere with the life and death of a mere savage. Besides,
Why don't you make your hands and feet clean so that no one can find out?"
Seeing that he spoke so firmly, Wei Zilong stopped trying to persuade him. After all, Jin Yiwei was disciplined, and disobeying the superior's command was a serious crime.
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Azima was very happy after winning the competition. He was only twenty-one years old, and he was at the age of enthusiasm and fun. He was as enthusiastic as a fire. The name Azima itself means hot.
He took two of his followers from the tribe and ran up and down the street, buying things all the way. Soon his hands were full of things.
Tired from playing, he felt urgent to urinate, so he found a secluded corner of the alley, ordered his entourage to look after the wind from a distance, and personally took on the important task of watering the flowers and plants.
"Bah~bah~bah~"
In the house across the corner from the alley, the window suddenly opened and several bullets were fired.
The brave Azima fell to the ground, his back was riddled with bullets, and shrapnel penetrated deep into his internal organs. He died without even having time to make a sound.
When the entourage who heard the sound ran over, it was too late. He had to carry Azima's body to see Abu Zhida, "Great chief, the young chief has been plotted by the Ulianhai people."
Looking at the young and heroic face of his dead son, Abu Zhida couldn't help but feel sad and burst into tears. With great perseverance, he calmed down and asked: "How do you know it was the Urianhai tribe that did it?" p>
"Great chief, the injuries on the young chief were caused by Rakshasa muskets. The Urianhai tribe colluded with the Rakshasa people and obtained a large number of muskets from them. Today at the Ensah Festival, the young chief lost more than ten games in a row.
A warrior from the Urianhai tribe lost their face. They sent people to follow the young chief. Knowing that the young chief was amazing in martial arts, they used the musket given by the Rakshasa people to assassinate the young chief.
Hearing this, Abu Zhida's eyes shone with a penetrating light, "Whoever comes, hurry up and invite the chiefs of the tribes of Ekwen, Evan, Saha, and Huolint."
The chiefs of each tribe arrived. Old Abu Zhida burst into tears and knelt down, "My son Azima was killed by the Urianhai tribe. Please bring justice to him!"
"Oh, Chief Abu Zhida, what are you doing? Please get up quickly." The chiefs hurriedly helped him up.
After hearing what happened, the chiefs looked at each other.
Jibuha, the great chief of the Avon tribe, who has always had the best friendship with Abu Zhida, persuaded him: "My dear brother, you and I are brothers and sisters. Azima is like my own son. I feel your pain. But for now.
The murderer has not been caught, and there is no direct evidence to prove that it was Gu Lisi. If we rush to investigate, I'm afraid they won't admit it!"
Hilidegg, the great chief of the Holint tribe, was also a friend of Abuzhda. Hearing this, he said: "Brother, why don't you go to the Rakshasa people's governor's house to complain and let the governor Franzbekov interrogate Gulis?"
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"Humph!"
Abuzhida said angrily: "The Rakshasa ghost and Gulis had such a good relationship that they were wearing a pair of trousers. My son was killed by the musket they provided to Gulis. Then how could General Franzbekov speak for me?
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Although Franzbekov was greedy for money, he claimed to be selfless in public, so Hillidegg had illusions about him. "Although the warlord and Gulis have a very good relationship, he would not dare to do such a big thing."
Favoring Gulisi".
"Okay, I will go to the Governor's Mansion to file a complaint and ask all the chiefs to go together and make decisions for Azima." Abu Zhida saluted everyone and asked.
Seeing how pitiful he was, everyone replied in unison: "It is our duty!"
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Warlord Franzbekov, who returned home after attending the Yakut ceremony, rubbed his eyes tiredly and asked his maid to make a cup of black tea (a very strong black tea) to refresh himself.
He has been very busy recently. He has to raise supplies and soldiers to fight the Ming army in the Northern Expedition; he also has to suppress the wealthy Russian businessmen who are dissatisfied with him; he also has to appease the tribes of all sizes on the thousands of miles of ice fields. The most terrible thing is that the Ming army cut off Ya
The actual connection between Kutsk and Moscow is that if you want to write a letter to His Majesty the Tsar, you have to go around the Arctic Circle.
So tired! I was so tired that I didn’t even notice the provocative look from the maid next to me.
"Warlord, it's not good, Chief Abu Zhida has brought a dozen chiefs to complain." Xie Ming, the steward of the Warlord's Mansion, ran over in a panic.
"This is a good thing, why are you panicking?" Franzbekov glared at Xie Ming angrily.
The reason why he said it was a good thing was because someone complained, which meant that someone was coming to give him a gift. He was a good official and never took it hard, but if someone gave it to him, he would not refuse it. Of course, he said
It's an exaggeration to say that you don't refuse anyone who comes. If you really can't handle what someone asks you to do, you won't accept the gift. Franzbekov is very particular about this. He must do something when receiving a gift. If he encounters something that he can't help, he will never accept it.
Don’t accept gifts from others.
Xie Ming presented a gift list, which was very thick and dazzled the military governor.
Franzbekov was happy, but Xie Ming spoke at an inappropriate time, "Master, this gift list is hard to hold."
"Pricked hand? Why?"
"The chief of Abu Zhida said that Gulis sent people to assassinate his son."