Chapter 668 Jianrui Camp at the Foot of Fragrant Mountain
The death of Duerjia and the rapid defeat of the Qing Dynasty in various parts of Heilongjiang caused the people in the capital to criticize the Eight Banners generals for their immorality and incompetence. In fact, this situation has existed since the Qing Dynasty lost Khalkha. Until now,
A proverb that even children could sing was spread quietly inside and outside the capital. After hearing it, the Eight Banners officers and soldiers were all angry, but they could not argue.
In a barracks at Jianrui Camp at the foot of Xiangshan Mountain in the western suburbs of the capital, a Qing soldier was telling several companions what he had heard.
"The Firearms Camp is a flower-smoking spirit; the Jianrui Camp is to climb high; the good fighting camp is to crawl on the ground. A hundred and eighty years of tricks, you can't beat a gun with bare hands; don't look at people showing off their power in front of others, they will be defeated when they meet the pirates from the North Sea.
..."
"His forehead is scratched and he's making a fool of himself. I have to chop him!"
"The people from the Five Cities Military and Horse Department are investigating. It's just kidding in the streets. We can't arrest the kid, right?"
"Let me tell you, facing the Northern Pirates now is not just a bare-handed confrontation with a gun, it's basically a bare-handed confrontation with a fast gun or a cannon. Let's just use our two hundred kilograms to exchange for that one bullet!"
"Tell me, what's the use of this empty-handed skill now? When it comes to Buku tricks and mounted archery, I don't believe that the Beihai soldiers can win against a few of our brothers. But they have the most powerful murderer in the world.
Weapons can hit us from a distance of one mile or even more than ten miles! And our muskets and general cannons can't even reach them!"
"You all know the left-wing striker Berna, right? He used to be such a strong man, and even Gerda (the chief instructor) could not compare with him in martial arts. But since he came back from Jilin due to injury the year before last, he has contracted brain disease.
Ren'er is in pain."
"No, the gunshot wound on his leg hasn't healed yet?"
"The gunshot wound has healed long ago... I went to visit his house last month. I was very happy to chat after not seeing each other for a long time. Guess what, I asked him, and my face changed drastically at that time. I held my head and shouted
pain."
"What did you ask?"
"Oh~~~ You blame me for talking too much, haven't we never fought against the Beihai soldiers? I asked him, I heard that the Beihai pirates also recruit soldiers from the Sauron tribe, and they all wear tiger head armbands on their arms. Have you ever encountered them?
How does it compare with us?"
"That's it?"
"No! That's it. I lied to you that I am like this!" Zhenghuang Banner Mongolia's deputy forward Colonel Surle stretched out his hand and made a bastard gesture.
"..."
The more the flag soldiers talked, the heavier they became. They were worried about the future of the country they had brought to the Qing Dynasty, and they were also worried about the future of themselves and their families. While they were talking, a battalion soldier ran in and said to everyone: "You guys, stop talking! Geer."
Da is calling us!"
"What's up?"
"That man came again, and brought some sheep with him, but he attracted wolves. Gerda asked us to go out and watch."
Upon hearing this, all the armored soldiers stood up quickly, took their bows and muskets, bags filled with arrows, and tin pots filled with gunpowder and lead, and walked out. When they arrived, they saw a group of wolves in the bushes on the mountainside opposite, ready to move forward.
Forced in. The farmer on the side had just brought the sheep over, and the imam hadn't started chanting or praying yet.
It is said that Xiangshan Camp is an old camp site left in the Ming Dynasty for practicing mountain climbing battles. After the establishment of Jianrui Camp in the 14th year of Qianlong's reign, in order to deduce how to attack the tall and strong Jinchuan Watchtower, this place was chosen as a camp.
Dozens of stone watchtowers were built outside, so it is also called "Xishan Jianrui Camp". The entire northeast of Xiangshan Mountain to the back mountain is where Jianrui Camp's granaries, firewood, warehouses and livestock sheds are located. It is also a place for practicing firecrackers and bows and arrows.
range.
In the old forest of Beihou Mountain, which is full of thorns, there are often packs of wolves, tigers and leopards. The most helpless among them are the wild wolves that have been growing here for generations. These guys will not only attack the pig pens in the camp, but also take them away.
The fat pigs will also frighten the ferocious Uzhumqin horses to the point where they dare not take a nap during the day and night, and they often become lean and lose weight. Even the old scalpers do not dare to pull the trailer at night. The animals are so careful.
, people are even more fearful, even the flag soldiers of Jianrui Battalion never dare to walk alone at night.
Animals like wolves begin to reproduce in late spring and early summer. After birth, the wolf pups are crying for food, and the male and female wolves have to look for food everywhere. They dare not go far away. If they are hungry, they will become wolves.
Raid the camp.
When Surle and others arrived, the "Master" he was talking about and two of his men were holding bows to shoot wolves. Behind him, there was a middle-aged man about the same age as him, holding a strange-shaped rod.
musket, ready to fire at the charging wolf at any time.
Faced with a pack of wolves, Prince Jia Yongyan said that he was not afraid, which was absolutely false. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would believe that these "big-mouthed wild dogs" that looked like small donkeys in front of him were big bad wolves. Of course
The guard under his command drew a bow to shoot at the wolf. He, who boasted that he was good at riding and shooting, also picked up another bow and continuously shot out the arrowheads in the bag. Unexpectedly, the pack of wolves on the opposite side had already joined the Jianrui camp.
People have been fighting each other for many years, and each one is a very good thief. Often when the arrow is about to be shot, the big bad wolf only needs to dodge lightly to avoid it.
Yongyan thought that he had followed Qianlong to Rehe for hunting for many years, and it was easy to shoot a few wolves. However, as the saying goes, if you look at the mountain and kill the horse, when hunting in Rehe, someone would drive the prey in front of his horse.
This situation is completely different. When shooting prey with bows and arrows, one must measure the distance. Several people present violated this taboo, so they didn't hit any of them.
Seeing that the long arrow in the bag was empty, Yongyan was so angry that he picked up the musket in the hand of Prince Hourui Chunying, took aim and pulled the trigger. The sound was so loud that the Jianrui camp generals present were frightened.
My heart skipped a beat. What kind of musket was this? The movement was actually louder than the two men carrying it.
"Boom!"
A burst of fire accompanied by white smoke spurted from the muzzle, and a 15 mm caliber tipped Mini bullet roared out. A big bad wolf lingering dozens of steps away had a bloody hole in its head, and its body tilted.
, fell to the ground with a plop. The wolves were frightened and immediately scattered in all directions.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Unexpectedly, something went wrong in the busy schedule. Because Yongyan was anxious, his shoulder did not close to the butt of the gun, and his collarbone was hit hard by the hard catalpa wooden butt. As a result, the majestic King Jiaqing was killed.
The recoil of the shot knocked me upside down, and I couldn't help but let out a "huh" sound.
The two guards and Chunying behind him suddenly changed their expressions when they saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up. Yongyan rubbed the injured area twice, grinned in pain, and was sweating all over, so he had to take off his outer clothes.
Silk robe and vest.
At first, no one around him paid much attention to what he was wearing. You must know that Yongyan has been coming to Jianrui Camp every three to five months since two months ago to walk around in circles. He usually rides a horse with two followers, sometimes with
Prince Zhurui Chunying or his younger brother Beile Yonglin. However, he never revealed his identity. He only wore a half-worn brown silk robe and a patched Batulu vest. Every time he was dressed by Jianrui.
The chief instructor of the battalion led him into the camp, where he walked around for a long time, then watched the flag soldiers of the Jianrui camp climbing the tower, and sometimes even went around the camp to enjoy the wild scenery.
But today, when he was lying on the ground and his silk robe was opened, he accidentally revealed the beige Wolong belt around his waist, which made everyone present dumbfounded.
Because the generals of the Jianrui Battalion must enter the Forbidden City and the Old Summer Palace several times a year, they are no strangers to the rank of court officials. The bright gold coiled dragon on the belt is clearly a decoration only worn by Prince Heshuo.
Everyone present winked at each other, and shouted Qian'er together: "Greetings to the prince!"
At this moment, sheep butchers, wolf hunters, imams, farmers, flag soldiers, and flag people all knelt down halfway up the hillside. These people never dreamed that any prince could come to visit this sloppy place. Qianlong used to come here often.
, from time to time I would call a few guards to compete with the camp soldiers, but since I got older, I haven’t come here for many years.
"Ouch~~ Please help me first, no courtesy." Yongyan's collarbone hurt so much that he couldn't bear the thought of having no one to help him, yet he had to give a big gift. When he was helped up by the people around him, he felt a puff of blood on his head.
There were beads of cold sweat on his face, and his face was blue and white. The chief instructor on the side saw him and hurriedly called the camp doctor.
Not long after, the camp doctor trotted over. He first untied the clothes on Yongyan's chest and touched the bones. When he realized that the bones were not broken, he took a deep breath and took something from the medicine box he carried with him.
I put ointment on him. After a while, the medicine took effect, Yongyan's pain became less severe, and his complexion gradually softened.
As the designated heir of Qianlong, Prince Jia Yongyan is thirty-three years old this year. He is about 1.75 meters tall. He has a fair and plump face, a pair of big ears that look very blessed, and drooping eyebrows.
He is very similar to his mother. He is also modest and polite, and treats others very peacefully. If he does not reveal his identity, everyone will think that he is a well-mannered Mr. Yixue.
He came to Jianrui Camp these days not for anything else, but simply to relax. As the Northern Navy landed in Jiaodong, it assumed a posture of taking root and never left, the Heilongjiang General Mansion fell, and even news of the Northern Navy's large-scale attack on Jilin Wula continued to spread
Returning, Yongyan's psychological pressure increased. He knew very well that he only had a few days left in Beijing.
The problem is that now the situation has reached the point where the building is about to collapse. The country and the country are in danger, but the officialdom in various places has become increasingly corrupt. Officials are arrogant and extravagant, and the clan is also addicted to sensuality. The eighty-two-year-old Qianlong still clings to power.
, the worse the situation got, the more he cared about his biological son, for fear that he would become the second in line to Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. Yongyan felt sad, so he had to take advantage of his free time to come to Xiangshan to relax.
Speaking of which, although the Jiaqing Emperor in history had the temple name of "Renzong", he was actually just a mediocre and good man. As he himself said, the emperor's examination is the heart, and the emperor's examination is the governance.
.The reason why Qianlong chose him as his heir apparent was mainly because of his own fault. There were only three candidates left, so he had to choose the general from among the generals and choose the most obedient one.
Suerle couldn't help but glance at the musket used by Yong Yan, and bravely asked: "Your Majesty, this musket of yours is much more powerful than the shotgun we use. Is it made by the Armed Forces Academy or a tribute from a foreign vassal?"
The guard on the side scolded: "Talk too much! Don't be rude to the prince!"
Everyone present couldn't help but become nervous, but Yongyan stopped him and said with a smile: "Hey, our Mongolian relatives have this temperament, so it's okay."
Surle's unstinting energy also increased, and he tilted his head and said to the guard: "The prince is not angry, so what kind of bird are you? A prairie marmot can only scare a camel if he can't offend the big bad wolf.
.Hmph! I am a descendant of the Great Khan."
The words made Yongyan and Prince Rui next to him Chunying burst into laughter. The guard lost his temper and could only give Surle a fierce look.
Yongyan pointed at the wolves in the bushes opposite and said to the soldiers: "I want to see your string technique today. This is the ancestral skill of our Manchu people. The one who shot the most today will be this one."
Give him a musket!"
At this moment, the wolves were eager to try again under the encouragement of a big bad wolf. Everyone put on their thumb rings, set up their bows and arrows and started shooting.
"Pa!" Surle let go, and an iron arrow more than three feet long flew out like lightning, nailing the eyes of a big bad wolf hard, and the arrowhead drilled out from the top of his head. The wolf jumped and jumped in pain.
It jumped, rolled and grinded on the ground, clawed at the injured area with its front paws, kept roaring, and streams of blood spurted out from the top of its head. Surle then shot another arrow, hitting it in the neck!
As several wolves fell to the ground one after another, either dead or struggling, the wolves were so frightened that they ran back and disappeared on the hillside in the blink of an eye.
"Good string technique! Good~~" Yongyan, who was already feeling better, stood up and shouted in surprise. Seeing this, Suerle said to the imam behind him: "Uncle Imam, I will kill the wolf, skin it, and give it to him."
Mr. Prince!"
After everyone counted them, Surle actually shot the most wolves. Yongyan admired the straightforward Mongolian man very much, so he rewarded him with the strange-style musket and asked the guard to pick it up from the bag on his horse.
I took two paper boxes, one large and one small, and brought them over.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Surle opened the two paper boxes curiously, and saw rows of golden gadgets like copper buttons in the small one, and the big one
Inside that one was a long tube wrapped in yellow kraft paper, with a cone-shaped warhead exposed at the top.
"Your Majesty, what is this?" As a forward, he had to be proficient in the daily training subjects of bows, sabers, swords and guns, as well as shotguns. However, the musket in front of him was completely different from the standard weapon of the Qing army; not to mention that it was much lighter than the shotgun.
It was small, the workmanship was exquisite, and there was no wooden fork or faucet to lock the matchlock, so I was a little confused for a while.
Although the guard who was scolded by him just lost face, he was very impressed by Surle's superb archery skills, so he explained: "This big box is a blunderbuss. When loading, first bite open the tail and remove the gunpowder inside."
Pour them all in, and then use the gun probe to poke the musket and the paper bag into the bottom together. This small box is called a flash cap. Every time you shoot, take one and put it on the anvil under the hammer, and then cock it.
Open the hammer and you can aim and fire. You will have accurate aim within 200 steps."
Surle was happy in his heart. He loaded the bullets and flash cap according to the other party's instructions. Then he took a few steps and aimed at a small tree eighty steps away for a long time. Finally, he pulled the trigger. He only heard "boom".
There was an explosion, and the tree trunk as thick as a thumb was cut off with a single shot. The surrounding camp soldiers were all dumbfounded, and then they cheered loudly.
"Your Majesty, this is the first time this servant has seen such a good musket! If we have one, we can definitely defeat the Northern Pirates!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Yongyan's face darkened. He waved his hands without saying a word, then got on the horse with the help of a guard and Prince Rui Chunying, and left slowly with a desolate expression.
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"I, what did I say wrong?" Surle, who was kneeling on the ground to thank him, was confused. He turned to look at the chief instructor, who also looked confused and didn't understand.
At this time, another guard rode up to him, leaned down and whispered: "You are a murderer! This gun was made by the North Sea Pirates!"