As soon as Wang Kui finished killing everyone, he picked up a knife, recited anti-poems loudly, kicked open the locked door, and walked out of the cell where he was imprisoned. There was no one outside the cell!
After all, he was a prisoner who was "locked into the capital". Prisoners were treated differently from ordinary prisoners. The "cell" where he was imprisoned was just an ordinary small courtyard located in the corner of the governor's office. Which prisoner in Hunan in the past When an official wants to bring a lock to Beijing, he will be held in this small courtyard first, and then the governor's Yamen will arrange personnel to send it to Beijing, usually by escorting soldiers.
However, during this period of time, the Fubiao soldiers were busy setting up defenses and suppressing the ground. Where could they find the time to send Wang Yi, a sesame mung bean, to be beheaded in Beijing? Wang Souyi was not in a hurry anyway, so he left it aside and no one asked.
In addition, Huang Shijie also greeted Zuo Zongtang and asked Zuo Zongtang to treat Wang Kuiyi kindly. Huang Shijie now had a great reputation, so Zuo Zongtang naturally told him. So the soldiers guarding Wang Kuiyi were even less interested. Now, during the day, Wang Kuiyi could walk around freely in the yard, and Zhang Zhongqing could go out to do errands for Wang Kuiyi and buy things. At night, the door was locked, and no one expected that Wang Kuiyi would do it for a while. Murderous jailbreak!
The most common criminals in the Qing Dynasty committed suicide out of fear of crime, or committed murder and escaped from prison. Those were not criminals, but the heroes in the storybooks.
But this time Wang Kuiyi didn't play by the rules! He read "Anti-Jing" and saw those "anti-jing" being popular and drinking spicy food. He was desperate again, so tonight he borrowed Under the influence of alcohol, a murderer escaped from prison! This Wang Kui had also been waiting for a vacancy in the Hunan Governor's Yamen earlier. He had been an "official white laborer" and was assigned to travel around by some masters who had no official title. For Hunan, The layout of the Governor's Yamen is probably more familiar to Luo Bingzhang and Zuo Zongtang.
After leaving the small courtyard where he was imprisoned, he staggered around in the governor's office carrying the knife he had just killed. Some patrolling soldiers also saw him, but they only saw him wearing a long gown and looking like a scholar. They thought he was a senior official in the Yamen or some Hunan gentry invited by Zuo Zongtang. No one went to question him, so they just let him go to a side door of the governor's Yamen. As soon as he walked out of this side door , I saw the regiments of the brigade with blue cloth turbans, wearing "Yong" uniforms, carrying swords, spears and guns, and holding torches, lining up.
The gang members all stood facing the side door. They all saw Wang Kuiyi, the rebel, walking out of the door, but no one paid attention... Who would have thought that a scholar who came out of the governor's Yamen could be Rebel? Wang Kui was so frightened by this group of regiment trainers that he broke into a cold sweat and sobered up a little. He quickly put the dagger into his sleeve, turned around and walked away along the high wall of the governor's office, disappearing into the vast night.
As soon as he left, Chen Qishu, who had seen off Sun Enbao, walked out of the side door with Zuo Zongtang and a few people. The two stood outside the door, and Zuo Zongtang whispered: : "Those rice traders in the Chao Zongmen must be firmly under control, and they must also follow my instructions and pile up igniting fires next to the rice warehouses in the Chao Zongmen...wait for my order!"
"Ji Gao," Chen Qishu was still a little reluctant, "Do we really want to burn those rice grains? The price of rice in Changsha is already high now, so we have to burn the Chao Zongmen's rice..."
Zuo Zongtang's face was as dark as water, and he nodded lightly: "Burn...burn them all! Compassion does not control soldiers! Now is not the time to care about these things. If we keep those rice, Hunan might not be able to wait for me anymore. We have a foothold." "Yes!" Chen Qishu agreed without saying anything else.
.. Huangdao Street.
Motobao and Sakae stood side by side on Huangdao Street. In front of him, there were many chair boards brought from the shops on both sides of the street, blocking the relatively wide Huangdao Street, leaving only There is a trail on each side of the lower side that can pass
Behind the two men were thousands of soldiers from the Gansu and Shaanxi Green Battalions carrying spears, shotguns, and torches. Although one of their comrades was killed by the Taiping Army in the night battle at Shimapu, they were "defeated upon hearing the song." They were still the second most powerful force in the Qing Dynasty, only slightly inferior to Sauron's soldiers. They worked overtime this late in the evening, and everyone stood up straight and didn't whisper much to each other. The meaning of war.
Yuan Bao and Ronglu had led the Eight Banners soldiers. When they compared each other, they both looked sad.
After all, the Qing Dynasty was based on the Eight Banners. Now that the Eight Banners soldiers are so unbearable, hairy and ferocious, Han officials and gentry have begun to organize large-scale regiment training again.
When the two of them were thinking about this, an angry voice with a Shengjing accent suddenly came from behind their ears: "You, the children of the Eight Banners, who belong to the Qing Dynasty, have been supported by the country for generations, and have been fed by the people. You should serve the imperial court and practice martial arts diligently. Read more poetry and books, be loyal in your heart, and if you are in trouble, you can stand up and defend your family and country. How could you know that if you are so unbearable, you will see your ancestors under the nine springs in the future..."
Yuanbao and Ronglu looked at each other, both with wry smiles on their faces. The one who cursed was a distant relative of both of them, also a Guerjia, named Wenxiang. He was a capable and learned man, he was admitted to the Jinshi, and he was good at He has taught himself calligraphy, painting, and some Western arts in the past two years. It is said that his family even hired a master from Guangdong who can speak foreign languages ​​to teach him the English "tadpole script"!
It's just that this person is a bit old-fashioned, and he is a Manchu who has lived in Shengjing for a long time. He is relatively simple. He can't stand the corruption of the bannermen in the capital. From Beijing, he started to scold those Eight Banners foreign smoke soldiers all the way... But it was useless. The Eight Banners soldiers were eating hard-core crops, and the thousand Eight Banners soldiers who followed Shengbao southward were already a strong force. Send them back, and the replacements would be even worse.
As for deducting...that's even more impossible. It's not the Green Camp. How can those gangsters deduct military pay without suing him? Moreover, military pay is not under Wen Xiang's control. It's all in the hands of Shengbao. Shengbao doesn't want to offend him like that. People can be beaten down, but they can only be beaten gently by their own people. They are all neighbors in Sijiu City. How can they really beat them to death?
So apart from scolding, Wenxiang really didn't have any other tricks to deal with those uncles.
But today he is really angry and about to go to the battlefield. These guys still look like they are looking for exam papers. The foreign students are so confused that they don't even want to get up. The angry writers are whipped with a riding crop. , then these thousand and eight banner masters will be kept and promoted.
Then this group of men began to complain that the shotgun was too heavy and the thunder was too heavy. They were dragging their feet when forming the team, and they were dragging their feet when driving from the Jade Emperor Palace... They were fighting! Are there people like them? Wen Xiangkuai These people were so angry. When Wen Xiang was scolding vigorously, suddenly there was a burst of drums from the Zodiac Gate Tower!
Wen Xiang quickly stopped talking and listened carefully, and vaguely heard the cry of "No, the Bull Demon King is coming!" The Taiping Army was about to enter the city!
"Quickly!" Wen Xiang shouted, "Hurry and hide in the shops on both sides of Huangdao Street, prepare fire seals, thunder, shotguns..." He finally shouted with all his strength: "We are all disciples of the Eight Banners, even if we die, If you want to die like a hero, you don't dare to embarrass your ancestors!
When Yuan Bao, Bai Siwen, and Rong Lu heard this, they all rolled their eyes. Is this what they said before going into battle? It's not unlucky at all!
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"No, the Bull Demon King is here..." "Moo moo..."
"Crackling, crackling..."
"Kill the clear demon and go to heaven! Kill the clear demon and divide the land!"
Outside Changsha City, the two teams chasing each other are getting closer and closer to the Zodiac Gate!
Although Fucheng and his Goshiha wanted to lure the pursuers to Tianxin Pavilion, the pursuers had long known that the tower of Tianxin Pavilion looked like a gate tower, so they were not fooled at all and still drove seven or eight hundred Ganshaans. The green battalion infantry headed towards the Zodiac Gate. Zhu Ba, who was wearing a horned helmet and holding a red flag, was still walking at the front of the team. He had slowed down now, not because his legs were weak, but because the Gansu and Shaanxi green battalions in front had already slowed down. I can't run anymore.
Although these guys are the second-best elite of the Qing Dynasty, they seem to be much worse than Huang Shijie's Daozhou regiment training and Zhang Guoliang's "straw shoe horse boys" when running away. At least they have strong legs and will not lose their weapons when running away. .
But this gang of Gansu and Shaanxi green battalions could not survive after running for less than five miles. Not only did they lose all their weapons, but many people just lay down on the roadside to catch their breath. Zhu Ba asked someone to grab them. Look, alas, they are all elderly! It turns out that this green camp soldier has a life-long military system. Once he is supplemented as a "guard soldier", he will have a long-term meal ticket. When will he retire from service... There seems to be no regulations !
Now there are more old men in the team, and coupled with the lack of exercise, their physical strength is certainly not as good as that of the Taiping Army and Hunan regiments composed of young men. If Li Shixian, Zhu Ba and the others didn't hold back some strength, they would have chased them down for more than ten miles. , this gang of Gansu and Shaanxi Green Camps were chased to death.
At this time, the sky was getting a little brighter. Zhu Ba suddenly heard a long sound of suona, so he stopped, holding the red flag in one hand and pressing the handle of the knife with the other, looking up at the Zodiac Gate a mile away... The city gate seems to be open, and the suspension bridge has not been closed!
"Okay! How brave you are... to actually open the city gate! The time has come for us to make great achievements!"
Zhu Ba was so excited that his whole body was shaking a little. He held the red flag tightly in one hand and raised his ears, waiting for the sound of the charging bugle.
Suddenly, the suona sound sounded again, this time it was two short syllables, plus two slightly longer syllables, and then three short syllables, which together were "tidi-tap-tick-tick"
Chapter completed!