Forty-eight years of Qianlong

Chapter 670

The death of Du Erjia and the rapid defeat of the Manchu Qing in various parts of Heilongjiang caused the people in the capital to criticize the lack of virtue and incompetence of the soldiers of the Eight Banners.In fact, this situation has existed since the Manchu Qing lost Khalkha.Up to now, a proverb that even children can sing has been quietly circulated inside and outside the capital. After hearing it, the officers and soldiers of the Eight Banners were all angry, but they couldn't argue with it.

In a barracks in the Jianrui camp at the foot of Xiangshan Mountain in the western suburbs of the capital, a Qing soldier was telling a few companions what he had heard.

"Firearms camp, barking flower essence; strong and sharp camp, climbing high; good at battalion, climbing ground spirit. One move in 80 years, empty-handed can't beat a gun; don't look at the prestige in front of others, and you will be flat when you encounter North Sea pirates. "

"He's sloppy, he's grabbing the messy stuff, I'm going to chop him off!"

"The people from Wucheng Bingma Division are investigating, and they are all children's jokes in the streets, so they can't catch the children, right?"

"If you want me to say, fighting the pirates of Shangbei is more than just fighting with guns with bare hands, it is basically fighting with fast guns and cannons with bare hands. Let's use our own two hundred catties to exchange for others' bullets!"

"Tell me, what's the use of this karate now? If you want to talk about Buku tricks and riding and shooting, I don't believe that Beihai Bing can win our brothers. But he has the most powerful murderer in the world." Weapons can hit us from a mile or even a dozen miles away! And our firecrackers and general cannons can't even reach them!"

"You all know the left-wing striker Bernie, right? He used to be such a strong man. Even Gerda (the chief instructor) couldn't match his skill. But since he came back from Jilin due to injury the year before last, he was infected with the brain. Ren'er is in pain."

"No, the gunshot wound on his leg hasn't healed yet?"

"The gunshot wound healed early. I went to visit his house last month. I hadn't seen him for a long time. I was very happy to chat. Guess what, I asked a question. At that time, my face changed drastically, and I hugged my head and cried out that it hurts."

"What did you ask?"

"Hey~~~ I'm also to blame for talking too much. Didn't we fight Beihai soldiers before? I asked him, I heard that the Beihai pirates also recruited soldiers from Sauron's department, and they all wore tiger-head armbands on their arms. Have you ever met them? How does it compare to us?"

"That's it?"

"No! Just this one sentence, I'm lying to you!" Surle, the Mongolian deputy forward of Zhenghuang Banner, stretched out his hand and made a bastard gesture.

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The more the banner soldiers talked, the heavier their hearts became. They were not only worried about the future of the country led by Qing Dynasty, but also worried about the future of themselves and their families.While talking, a battalion soldier ran in and said to the crowd: "Stop talking, you guys! Gerda is calling us!"

"what's up?"

"The master came again, and brought some sheep, but finally attracted the wolf. Gerda asked us to go out and watch."

When all the armored soldiers heard this, they got up quickly, took bows and muskets, throwing bags containing arrows, and tin pots containing gunpowder and lead, and went out.When they got to the place, they saw a pack of wolves moving forward in the bushes on the opposite mountainside.The farmer on the side had just brought the sheep over, and the imam hadn't started chanting and praying yet.

It is said that the Xiangshan Camp is an old camp site left in the Ming Dynasty for practicing mountain climbing and fighting.After the establishment of the Jianrui Camp in the 14th year of Qianlong, in order to deduce how to attack the tall and strong Jinchuan watchtowers, this place was chosen as a camp, and dozens of stone watchtowers were built outside the city of Yanwu Tuan, so it is also called "Xishan Jianrui Camp".The entire northeast of Xiangshan Mountain to the back mountain is the granary, firewood, warehouse and barn of Jianrui Camp, and it is also a shooting range for practicing firecrackers and bows.

And in the old forest of Beihou Mountain full of thorns, there are often packs of wolves, tigers and leopards. Among them, the most helpless ones are the wild wolves that have grown here for generations.These guys will not only attack the pigsty in the camp to steal away the fat pigs, but also scare the fierce Ujimqin horses so that they dare not doze off during the day and night. I dare not pull the trailer at night.The animals are so careful, and the people are even more frightened. Even the bannermen of the Jianrui Battalion never dare to walk alone at night.

Wolves are animals that start to reproduce in late spring and early summer.After birth, the cubs are waiting to be fed, and the male and female wolves have to forage wildly. They dare not go to far places. If they are hungry, they will become a harassing camp.

When Su Erle and others arrived, the "father" he was talking about and two of his subordinates were shooting wolves with their bows.Behind him, there was a middle-aged man who was about his age, holding a strangely shaped musket, ready to fire at any wolf that was charging towards him.

Facing the pack of wolves, Prince Jia Yongyan said that he was not afraid, that was definitely a lie.If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that these "big-mouthed wild dogs" that looked like little donkeys in front of them were big bad wolves.When the guards under him drew their bows to shoot at wolves, he, who boasted that he was good at riding and archery, also picked up another bow, and kept shooting out the feathers in the bag one after another.Unexpectedly, the pack of wolves on the opposite side had been fighting with the people of Jianrui Camp for many years, each of them was very thieves, and often when the shot arrow was about to arrive, the big bad wolf only needed to dodge lightly.

Yong Yan thought that he followed Qianlong to Rehe Xingwei to hunt for many years, and it would be easy to shoot a few wolves. However, as the saying goes, Wangshan ran to death; when hunting in Rehe, someone drove the prey to his horse, which is different from now This situation is completely different.When shooting prey with a bow and arrow, you must measure the distance. Several people present all committed this taboo, so they didn't shoot any of them.

Seeing the long arrow in the bag shot into the air, Yong Yan was so angry that he picked up the musket in Prince Rui Chunying's hand behind him, took aim and pulled the trigger. The loud sound scared the soldiers of Jianrui Battalion present one jump.What kind of musket is this?The movement is actually louder than the two lifts?

"Tom!"

A flame accompanied by white smoke spewed from the muzzle of the gun, and a 15mm caliber miniature bullet whizzed out. A blood hole burst out in the head of a big bad wolf hovering dozens of steps away, and its body was tilted. , plopped to the ground.The wolves were startled and scattered in all directions.

Unexpectedly, there was chaos in the middle of the rush, because Yong Yan was in a hurry, his shoulders were not close to the butt of the gun, and the clavicle was hit hard by the hard catalpa wood, so the dignified King Jiaqing was hit by the recoil of the shot, and he couldn't help but "uh "A cry.

Seeing this, the two guards and Chunying behind him suddenly changed expression, and hurried forward to help him up.Yong Yan covered the wound and rubbed it twice, grinning in pain, sweating profusely, and had to take off the outer silk robe and vest.

At first, no one around him paid attention to what he was wearing.You must know that since two months ago, Yong Yan would come to the camp of Jianrui Camp for a walk around every now and then.He usually rides a horse with two attendants, sometimes with Prince Rui Chunying or his half-brother Beller Conglin.But he never revealed his identity, he only wore a half-worn maroon silk robe and a baturu vest with patches. Watching Jianrui battalion flag soldiers climbing the towers, and sometimes wandering around the camp to see the wild scenery.

But today, when he was lying on the ground and his silk robe was lifted, he inadvertently revealed the beige Wolong belt around his waist, which made everyone present dumbfounded.

The generals of the Jianrui Battalion are no strangers to the grades of court officials because they must enter the Forbidden City and the Old Summer Palace several times a year.I saw the bright golden coiled dragon on the belt, which was clearly a decoration only for Prince Heshuo.Everyone present winked at each other, beat Qian'er together and shouted loudly: "Greetings to the prince!"

This time, the sheep slaughterer, the wolf beater, the imam, the farmer, the bannerman, and the bannerman all knelt down halfway up the hillside.These people never dreamed that any prince could come to play in this dirty place.Qianlong used to come here often, and from time to time he even called a few guards to compete with the battalion soldiers, but since he got older, he hasn't come here for many years.

"Hey~~ help me first, all without courtesy." Yong Yan's collarbone hurts badly, and he really can't bear no one to help him, but he wants to give some kind of big gift.When he was helped up by the people around him, beads of cold sweat broke out on his head, his face was blue and white.The chief instructor at the side saw him and hurried to call the camp doctor.

Not long after, the camp doctor trotted over. He first untied the clothes on Yong Yan's chest, touched the bone with his hand, and when he realized that the bone was not broken, he let out a sigh of relief and took it from the medicine box he carried with him. He put ointment on him.After a while, the medicine took effect, Yong Yan's pain became lighter, and his complexion gradually eased.

As the designated heir of Qianlong, Prince Jia Yongyan is 33 years old this year. He is about 1 meters tall. mother.And humble and polite, treat people very peacefully.If he didn't reveal his identity, everyone would think he was a well-mannered Mr. Yixue.

He came to Jianrui camp these days not for anything else, but purely to relax.As the North Navy that landed in Jiaodong put on a stance of staying rooted, the Heilongjiang General's Mansion fell, and even the news that the North Navy aggressively attacked Jilin Wula continued to come back, making Yong Yan's psychological pressure more and more intense.He knew very well that his days in Beijing were numbered.

The problem is that the current situation has reached the point where the building is about to collapse. The country is in danger, but the government in various places is getting worse and worse.The 82-year-old Qianlong has held on to power until now. The worse the situation, the more he raised his own son, for fear that he would become the second emperor of Tang Xuanzong.Yong Yan felt sad, so he had to come to Xiangshan to relax in his spare time.

Speaking of which, although the Emperor Jiaqing in history had the temple name of "Renzong", he was actually just a mediocre and abusive person.As he himself said, the emperor's heart is the heart, and the rule of the emperor's test is rule.The reason why Qianlong chose him as the reserve back then was mainly due to his own crimes, and there were only three pieces of material left in the candidates, so he had to pull out generals from among the generals and choose the most obedient one.

Su Erle couldn't help but glanced at the musket used by Yong Yan, and boldly asked: "My lord, your musket is much more powerful than the shotgun we use. I wonder if it was made by the Armed Forces Institute or a tribute from the foreign domain?"

The guard on the side reprimanded: "Speak too much! Don't be rude to the prince!"

The people present couldn't help getting nervous, but Yong Yan stopped the other party and said with a smile: "Hey, our Mongolian relatives have this temper, it's okay."

Surle's unscrupulous energy also came up, tilting his head and said to the guard: "The prince is not angry, what kind of a bird are you? The marmots in the grassland can't provoke the big bad wolf, they only know how to scare camels Humph! I am the descendant of the Great Khan."

The words made Yong Yan and Prince Rui Chunying next to him couldn't help laughing, the guard lost his temper and had to give Surle a hard look.

Yong Yan pointed to the wolves in the bushes opposite, and said to the battalion soldiers: "I want to see your stringing skills today. This is an ancestral skill of our Manchurians. The one who shoots the most today will be killed." Give him a musket!"

At this moment, the wolves were eager to try again under the instigation of a big bad wolf.Everyone put on their fingers one after another, drew bows and arrows and shot.

"Crack!" As soon as Surle let go, a three-foot-long iron arrow flew out like lightning, nailing hard on the eye of a big bad wolf, and the arrow drilled out from the top of the head.The wolf jumped up and down in pain, rolled and grinded on the ground, its front paws scratched the wound, howled non-stop, and streams of blood spurted out from the top of its head.Surle then shot another arrow, which hit its neck!
As several wolves fell to the ground one after another, either died or struggled, the wolves were so frightened that they huffed and ran back, and disappeared on the hillside in a blink of an eye.

"Good string method! Good~~" Yong Yan, who was already better, stood up in surprise and shouted hello.Seeing this, Su Erle said to the Imam behind him: "Master Imam, I will kill the wolf and skin it later, and give it to the Prince!"

After counting the people, it turned out that Surle shot and killed the most wolves. Yong Yan admired this straightforward Mongolian man very much, so he rewarded him with the strange musket, and asked the guards to pick him up from the bag on the horse's back. I took two cartons, one large and one small, and brought them over.

Su Erle curiously opened the two paper boxes, and saw rows of golden gadgets like copper buttons inside the small one, and a long tube wrapped in yellow kraft paper inside the big one, with cones exposed on the top. shaped warhead.

"My lord, what is this?" As a striker, he had to be proficient in daily training subjects as well as bow, horse, saber and shotgun.However, the musket in front of me is completely different from the standard weapon of the Qing army; not to mention that it weighs a lot less than a shotgun, it is exquisitely crafted, and it does not have a wooden fork or a matchlock faucet, so it is a bit confusing for a while. mind.

Although the guard who was scolded by him just now lost face, he saw Surle's superb archery skills and admired him very much, so he explained: "This big box is a blunderbuss. When reloading, first bite the tail to remove the gunpowder inside Pour them all in, and then use this gun probe to poke the blunderbuss and the paper bag into the bottom together. This small box is called a fire cap. Every time you shoot, you take one and put it on the anvil under the hammer, and then trigger it. Open the hammer and you can aim and fire. It is accurate within two hundred paces."

Joyful in his heart, Surle loaded the bullets and cap according to the other party's instructions, then walked a few steps, aimed at a small tree eighty steps away for a long time, and finally pulled the trigger.There was a bang of "Boom", and the tree trunk as thick as a thumb was shot off. All the soldiers around were dumbfounded, and then they applauded loudly.

"My lord, this is the first time this slave has seen such a good musket! If we have one, we will definitely be able to suppress the Northern Pirates!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Yong Yan's face suddenly became ugly.He waved his hands without saying a word, then got on the horse with the support of a guard and Prince Rui Chunying, and walked away slowly with a sad face.

"I, what did I say wrong?" Surle, who was kneeling on the ground to thank him, was stunned, and turned to look at the chief instructor, who was also confused, not knowing why.

At this moment, another guard rode up to him, leaned over and said in a low voice, "You're a killer! This gun was made by the North Sea Pirate!"

"what!"

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