Chapter 797: The storm is about to come, and there is a change of heart
Although Mian'en was scared about the bomb falling from the sky, he also knew that Suiyuan's matter must not be delayed and must be resolved today.
And to do this, he felt that he had to go to Yongqing Temple no matter what. Although the risk factor of being on the front line was very high, the current situation was such that there was no turning back.
At the end of the 18th century, Nanjing was a big city with more than 130,000 households and a population of nearly one million. The sudden martial law brought life in the entire city to a standstill. Thousands of shops were unable to open for business, and daily necessities outside the city were not shipped.
Don't come in. If this situation only lasts for one day, we can deal with it, but if it lasts for several days, the whole city will fall into panic and even cause riots.
What's more, Mian En has already appeared in front of Jiangnan civil and military officials. He has been reprimanded and military preparations have been made. If even a helpless Yuan Mei and ten people from Beihai Town were dealt with,
No, his trip to the south of the Yangtze River has become a joke. When he returns to the capital, Jiaqing will definitely use this to suppress his prestige among the imperial army and the clan.
In fact, ever since he realized the intention behind the Jiaqing faction's move south, his inner dissatisfaction began to grow like weeds in spring. In the letter from the capital he received two days ago, he learned that he was in the Hujun Camp, the Firearms Camp and the Jianrui Camp.
The trusted generals in the army have been replaced one after another, and all dissatisfaction has turned into anger.
At this time, instead of thinking about how to boost the morale of the people and the military, eliminate the long-standing abuses within the Eight Banners, and save the country and the country, I actually focused on my own family!
It was from this moment on that Mian En had the idea of "he can take his place" in his heart.
"We are all direct descendants of Taizu and Taizong. How come you, a mediocre person, can sit on the ninth throne, while I, who have great ambitions for civility, Taoism and martial arts, have to submit to others and be manipulated by you? Is it just because of the imperial grandfather's edict? No! No!
It's not that he was worried about Xiao Qiang's troubles when he was still alive. If the "Jingnan Incident" happened again in the previous Ming Dynasty, it would never be your turn!"
"I have no intention of becoming a powerful person. I am willing to abide by the emperor's orders and assist with all my strength. But now you have started a fight among yourself. It is really too much to bully others!"
Since Kangxi, although there has been a lot of open and covert fighting within the Aisin Gioro clan before the appointment of the crown prince, as long as the winner ascends the throne of the emperor, out of fear of the imperial power and the checks and balances of power, the loser will be considered
No matter how unwilling you are, it's all in vain. How about the great general Wang Yinqi who had troops outside at that time? He didn't just do it when he asked, and he didn't even make waves.
Not to mention that Yongzheng and several brothers were fighting to the death, Qianlong also experienced an internal fight in the early days of his succession. The result was that Prince Li Hongxi was deposed from the royal title, and his name was changed to "Forty-Six".
He was imprisoned in Jingshandong Orchard and died inexplicably three years later.
Mian En is very worried that she will end up like Hong Xi, because the two have many similar situations.
First of all, he was the eldest son and second grandson of Qianlong. Since his brother Miande was not favored by Qianlong, he always regarded him as his eldest grandson. Secondly, when Jiaqing did not even have the title of Prince Baylor, he was already the king of Duoluo County.
.This is the same as the situation of Hongxi. When Kangxi died, he only prepared a special prince for him, while Hongli was not named Prince Heshuobao until the eleventh year of Yongzheng.
After Qianlong succeeded to the throne, he always talked about how he was favored by Kangxi when he was a child. In fact, he made it up himself.
In the 51st year of Qianlong's reign, Mian De died of illness at the age of 40, and Mian En became the number one person in the "Mian" generation. The most important thing was that he also held military power and posed a greater threat to Jiaqing than Hongxi did back then. Bigger.
In the history of another time and space, Mian En adopted a prudent and self-protective approach after Jiaqing succeeded to the throne. He would never show off in anything and pretended to be a reckless person in order to dispel the other party's wariness. Even if the Sichuan-Shaanxi White Lotus Sect caused trouble again Unfortunately, Fukangan and Helin were both dead, and he would never ask for orders to go on the expedition.
The problem is that with Zhao Xin and his friends in this time and space, everything is different.
The more than 20,000 Northern Navy troops stationed in Wuding Prefecture in western Liaoning and Shandong Province were like a giant plier stuck in the throat of the capital, forcing Jiaqing to bow his head and sue for peace, using the excuse of allowing Qianlong to be buried honorably to buy time.
After Qianlong's death, Mian'en had heard some rumors that Jiaqing would sigh deeply every night. Sometimes he would go to the back hall of Fengxian Hall, kneel in front of the memorial tablets of his ancestors and burst into tears, staying awake all night.
Mian En was very dissatisfied with this. He felt that what an emperor needed at this time was perseverance, someone who was good at military service like Nurhachi and Huang Taiji, brave and wise, and could revive the bloody spirit and toughness of the Eight Banners. Even if he abandoned the capital and retreated to the southwest , but as long as you rely on the dangers of mountains and rivers, you may not be unable to build a foundation again.
In his spare time in the past two days, he mentally screened all the important people in the clan, and finally thought that he was the only one who could carry the banner of reviving the Qing Dynasty.
Well, if you want to realize your ambition, you have to start with the little things in front of you. If you want the Jingkou Eight Banners to boost their morale, you can't just talk about it, you must have real things, and your own safety must be guaranteed. Mian En doesn't want to fail to achieve his great goal. There will be a breakdown in the middle.
Thinking of this, he said to Fu Ning, the governor of Liangjiang who was sitting beside him: "Fu Zhi Tai, you immediately transfer a hundred gun soldiers and four mountain-splitting cannons from the governor, and give them to Wu Ni, the captain of the king's bodyguard, to command them. Follow us later." I am going to Yongqing Temple."
"This... Your Majesty is a member of the royal family, how can he be put in danger? If something goes wrong, I will be the one to blame even if I die. I beg you..."
"Dangerous place? Haha~" Mian En sneered and interrupted the other party's dissuasion, saying coldly: "The pirates in the North Sea can even drop thunder from the sky. Do you think this general office is not a dangerous place? Don't say more!"
"Hey! I will pass the order right now."
Compared to the Eight Banners garrisoned in Jiangning and the Green Camp Guards Association, Funing's Supervisory Chinese Army is considered to be the most well-trained armed force in the entire Jiangning City.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ever since Zhao Xin and Wang Yuanfang stormed into the Yangzhou Prefecture to rob the prison, the successor Governor of Liangjiang, Funing, and the Governor of Jiangsu, Qi Feng'e, were worried that one day they would also suffer the same fate. The same fate happened, so he asked the court to add musketeers in Dubiao and Fubiao. The reason was that bows and arrows were difficult to defeat the fast guns of the North Sea pirates. After careful consideration, Qianlong finally agreed to add a musketeer of 200 people in Dubiao, Liangjiang. The number of troops stationed in Suzhou was one hundred.
Because it was life-saving, Funing attached great importance to the training of the musketeers after he took office. The firearms were carefully crafted and the pay was generous. After a few years, it could be considered an elite force.
With the protection of force, the next step is money. Mian'en then said to the prefect of Jiangning and Teng'e who were sitting in silence at the bottom: "Hefutai, Jiangning Weaving is your responsibility, how much cash is there in the treasury now?
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"When I return home, I will have more than 50,000 taels. But this money is reserved for ordering silk from silk households in the coming year."
In June last year, Ding You died of illness at Jiangning Weaving Tongde in Beijing. Funing, the governor of Liangjiang, was unable to take care of the affairs due to his busy schedule, so Qianlong asked the prefect of Jiangning and Teng'e to temporarily act as agents for Jiangning Weaving.
Mian En said indifferently: "I will borrow thirty thousand taels from you first, and then I will replenish it to you when the Yangzhou salt merchants' donations arrive. The silver must be packed in boxes, and we will go with the king in a carriage."
He Teng'e was from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, while Mian'en was in charge of the three banners of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Now how dare he disobey his master's orders, he had no choice but to bow down and make arrangements.
At the end of the afternoon, Mian En, who was wearing a bamboo hat and an oilcloth coat, led his personal bodyguards and was escorted by a hundred Superintendent's Army Bird Gun Team. He rode his horse to Mount Wutai on the southwest side of Yongqing Temple. Follow him there.
There were also four artillery carriages and a dozen carriages filled with large oak boxes. The heavy wooden wheels made a rattling sound on the bluestone road.
The Jingkou soldiers who had been notified in advance were already waiting on the hillside south of Yongqing Temple. In the old days, Wutai Mountain in Nanjing was said to be a mountain, but it was actually five undulating hills with gentle slopes and covered with bamboo forests and weeds. This is
This place is definitely a good place to enjoy flowers and go for an outing in spring, but now it is winter, the grass is dead and the leaves are falling, and it looks very desolate and empty.
In the drizzle of snow, more than 500 armored soldiers stood scattered on the hillside, without any formation at all. Many people's eyes were still staring at the direction of the back mountain of Yongqing Temple from time to time. After the rout in the morning, there were several
A soldier with a good eye was assigned to serve as an observation post there. Once a drone appeared, he would sound a warning gong and light a beacon fire.
Mian En, who came to the foot of the mountain, saw this scene and sighed imperceptibly.
Originally, whether it was a war or an arrest of thieves, there would always be casualties. A team of 600 people would suffer dozens of casualties, which was nothing in the era of cold weapons.
The problem is that Cheng Ce didn’t tell his men before that there was a risk of death this time!
Before crossing the river, Cheng Ce told his subordinates, Zuoling, that they were ordered by the Imperial Envoy and Prince Shuoding to raid Suiyuan and put Yuan Mei's family under house arrest. When the soldiers heard this, they all thought they were catching a bastard in a small vat.
It's within reach.
But I didn't expect, I didn't expect, before I even saw anyone, I just touched the wall of Suiyuan, and there were forty-eight casualties, including one whose head was blown off.
This is really unacceptable! The morale of the armored soldiers who were originally full of confidence fell to the bottom. Some of the armored soldiers even hugged each other and cried bitterly. Those who knew it was a defeat, and those who didn’t know thought that someone was dying.
In mourning!
In fact, the Eight Banners garrisoned in the entire Jiangnan region, including the Eight Banners at Jingkou, began to evolve into useless people after the "San Francisco Rebellion". The emperors of the three generations of Kangxi, Yongzheng and Qianlong rebuked them to no avail, and ended up helpless.
In the late Kangxi period, the Qing government mobilized large armies into Tibet to deal with the Junggar tribe. At that time, many of the Eight Banners garrisoned in the south of the Yangtze River could only shoot on foot and were not good at riding on horseback. By the end of the Yongzheng period, when troops were deployed in the northwest, the Eight Banners in Jiangning who had been mobilized had forgotten how to march.
It caused a large number of deaths and injuries to horses and livestock. Because he had been accustomed to living comfortably in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time, he complained endlessly in the face of the cold climate in Xinjiang and tried every means to be lazy, which Yong Zheng denounced as shameless in the memorial.
In the middle of Qianlong's reign, as the Han army and the Han troops raised banners one after another, the force stationed in the Eight Banners in the south of the Yangtze River became increasingly useless. At that time, the officers and soldiers of the Manchu battalions in various places went through a major adjustment. In order to make up for the gap of the Han army who raised banners, they were transferred from the capital.
A group of armored soldiers were formed. In the end, these guys were worse than the old garrison soldiers. In addition to drinking, gambling, visiting amusement parks, teahouses and other comfort-oriented vices, they also privately sold weapons and equipment, and privately sold horses.
Commonly seen.
Seven years ago, the Jiangning and Jingkou Eight Banners were mobilized by the Qing government to Taiwan to suppress the Lin Shuangwen Rebellion. Eyewitnesses at that time said that everyone from generals to armors looked pale after hearing the news of being drafted. Some armored soldiers during the march
He even cried while walking, just like the execution ground. There was no trace of the joy that he heard "Robbing the West" in his early years before entering the customs.
The most troublesome thing was that the Eight Banners were stationed in Zhapu. After arriving in Taiwan, because the mountain road was difficult to travel, they actually wanted to hire a group of soft sedan bearers. However, they were worried that the bearers would escape on the way and leave themselves in the middle of the road, so they disobeyed the orders from above and sat in private.
The ship headed for its destination. Fukangan almost went crazy when he found out.
Qianlong originally planned to mobilize the Eight Banners from the south of the Yangtze River to go north to deal with Beihai Town after Taiwan was pacified, but after learning the situation from Fukang'an's memorial, he gave up this idea.
By the way, during the First Opium War and the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom in another time and space, although Jiangning Mancheng and Zhenjiang Mancheng resisted tenaciously and almost all of them were destroyed, it was because they were pushed to the edge.
The remaining blood in his bones exploded.
At this time, Mian'en, who was riding a horse, observed the terrain around the hillside and had some calculations in his mind. He raised his hand and pointed his whip at the woods outside the south wall of Yongqing Temple, and said to the guard captain Wu Ni: "Let the musketeers go there to hide."
Stand by and prepare for firing. Transport the two cannons to the top of the back mountain."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The weight of the mountain-splitting cannon cast during the Qianlong era was not too heavy, only two to three hundred kilograms. It is said to be the top of the mountain, but its height is actually only more than forty meters, and
It's still a gentle slope, so it's easy to transport up.
Wu Ni looked in the direction pointed by Mian En, and saw a patch of tall and straight pines and cypresses growing outside the south wall of Yongqing Temple on the hillside, with lush branches and elms, laurel trees, etc., hiding a
One hundred and ten people have no problem.
"Slave obeys!"
Wu Ni made a military salute with his right hand and flat chest, and then led the cannon team towards the woods. The cannon players were all wearing raincoats and bamboo hats, and their muskets were all wrapped in a layer of oilcloth.
When they arrived at the position, Wu Ni gave the order, and the gunmen charged the muskets step by step, put the primer in the primer pot, and finally took out the match rope, lit it, and clamped it on the gun.
Hammer on the bent hook. Because the pine branches and leaves above your head cover most of the falling snow, you don’t have to worry about the match rope getting wet from the snow.
When everything was prepared and Wu Ni came back to report, Mian En then rode his horse, led the others and the carriage, and followed the road to the top of the mountain to a flat land on the hillside.
Looking at the armored soldiers gathering around him, Mian En took a deep breath, unbuttoned his oil coat, and threw back the two plackets, revealing an azure colored robe embroidered with five claws and nine pythons.
The armor soldiers present were stunned. It was not until they saw clearly the regiment-shaped dragon embroidered on Mian En's chest that they realized that the tall middle-aged man in front of them was Prince Heshuoding who was sent south on imperial envoy.
"I bid (minion) to pay my respects to the prince!"
The armored soldiers knelt down and saluted one after another, like ripples on the water, spreading from near to far in front of Mian En's horse. Because they were all wearing foam-nailed cotton armor, they could only kneel on one knee and salute with their right hands flat on their chests.
Mian'en has served as the commander of the right-wing forward since he was 22 years old. He has led soldiers for twenty-five years and is very familiar with the things in the army. At this moment, his face was ashen and he glanced at the hundreds of people on the snow slope.
After half a pack of cigarettes, I suddenly asked loudly: "Is it cold?!"
"If you reply to the prince, it will be fine."
"No, it's not too cold."
"..."
The flurry of answers made Mian En suddenly have the urge to whip someone. It turned out that what he heard in the capital that all the Eight Banners in Jiangnan were destroyed was actually true.
"Look at how you are acting like a bear. You only suffered a small loss. You are all so dejected as if you were dead! Didn't you even have your fucking lunch? I can't hear you clearly!"
The lunch for this group of armored soldiers was boiled salted duck and Huangqiao sesame cakes sent by the Jiangning Prefecture. They were large and filling. It is said that Nanjing salted duck has been used as military rations since the time of Emperor Wu of Liang Dynasty, and it was not until the Ming Dynasty that it evolved into a Jiangnan delicacy. This stuff
The most convenient way is to cut it into pieces and cook it over high heat. After it is cooked, it will be salty and fragrant, and the fat will be absorbed into the soup. It is really a rare delicacy when used with sesame seed cakes.
The armored soldiers shouted in unison: "Reply to the prince, the prince is not cold! We are not cold!"
"Okay! It seems that the ducks have eaten enough! Get up! Why are you standing so scattered? Come closer!"
After Mian'en finished speaking, he saw the hesitant look on the soldiers' faces. Knowing that these people were still frightened, he raised his hand and pointed at the musketry team in the forest and said, "Did you see that? I brought a hundred musketeers."
, if that thing dares to come again, let it take a volley of bullets!"
After hearing this, the armored soldiers looked at the murderous Dubiao Musketeers again, and finally felt a little more at ease in their hearts. They gathered around and stood on three levels inside and outside.
Mian En jumped off the horse, waved his hand to signal the guards not to follow, and then walked among the armored soldiers, patting this shoulder and beating that chest, with a look on his face that hated iron for not being able to become steel, and said loudly: "Isn't it just a meal?
It’s a small loss, does a seven-foot-tall man become a coward?! Let me tell you, this is nothing! You are all upright Mongolian men, and many of your ancestors were heroes who entered the pass from the dragon! What? What happened?
Are you giving up after such a little setback?!"
"When you return home in two days, your parents, relatives, and neighbors will ask what the pirates look like? How do you tell them?! You'll know how to run away before you see them!"
"There are also those Han scholars and ordinary people who will laugh at you behind your back. You can't even catch an old bookworm buried in loess. They only know how to eat dry food all day long! Play horses, visit gardens, and go to teahouses! It's only ten years old.
A pirate from the North Sea, without having to face each other, has defeated the elite troops of the Six Hundred and Eighty Banners! Isn’t it a shame?! Is it worthy of our ancestors?!”
To be honest, the 600 Mongolian soldiers selected by Cheng Ce are not all useless. Most of them are skilled in bows and arrows, and their personalities are much simpler than the Manchus. The reason why they are still in shock is mainly because of the bombs dropped from the sky.
Such an unheard-of thing frightened me. Now that they saw Mian En, a nobleman from Tianhuang, personally present and talking to them like brothers, many people blushed in shame and bowed their heads in silence.
"Isn't it just a few explosive thunders falling from the sky? I am standing here with you now. If you have the ability, let him come again! Jilai sent troops, unleashed his horses, beheaded and bled, it was originally a business of pinning his head to the waistband of his trousers! Who?
If you are even afraid of this, get out of here right away!"
How do you say something? You are afraid of saying two words when it comes to things in the world, and you are often afraid of what will happen.
As soon as Mian En finished speaking, a gray-black smoke column rose from the top of the mountain behind Yongqing Temple, which was extremely eye-catching in the white snow. Then, the rapid sound of the gong also sounded.
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At this time, the soldiers looked at Mian En with different eyes, thinking that this person is really a "gold talker"!