You can't only love the Qing Dynasty when you're eating the fruits of others' labor.

Chapter 247 Little Jiang's Swift Departure~
evening.

The sun is about to set in the west.

At the Prince Keqin's residence, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Jirhalang jumped up and down, cursing: "Scum, bastard, despicable, shameless, son of a bitch, worse than a pig or a dog, even beasts are more reasonable than him."

The furious insults echoed throughout the palace.

"Alright, Uncle, shut up already!" Rocco roared. "At this point, what good are insults? Decide whether to fight or flee!"

Jirhalang finally fell silent, and the confidants gathered around him stared intently.

suddenly~
The front-line area seemed to be filled with rumbling thunder, flashing flames, and trembling ground. Was it an earth dragon rising up?

Soon, a scout stumbled and crawled into the palace.

"Report! They've opened fire on us!"

"What kind of cannon is so powerful?"

"do not know."

Jirhalang and Rokodo exchanged a glance, climbed onto their horses, and sped out of the palace.

……

Through the telescope.

The rebel positions were ablaze with fire, and severed limbs, broken walls, and debris flew everywhere.

The same applies to our positions!
Looking at the artillery positions that were exploding one after another, and the Green Standard Army soldiers running around in disarray, Jiang Zhongcheng put down his binoculars in astonishment.

"Yun'er, what exactly happened?"

"It probably exploded."

Jiang Qingyun felt a bitter taste in his mouth, numbness in his legs, and a headache.

The more than 160 cannons that had been pre-positioned west of the Great Bright Hall successfully overturned the rebel front-line positions with just one round of bombardment, while also destroying their own artillery positions.

Poor quality products are unacceptable!
Seeing his son's expression, Jiang Zhongcheng tossed his braid around his neck, held a torch in his left hand, and raised his sword in his right.

"Bang the drum."

"The Imperial Guard Battalion, follow me and gather the defeated soldiers."

Before going into battle, he cast another extremely resentful glance, full of disappointment and frustration.

Jiang Qingyun blushed slightly, but fortunately, the darkness concealed her blush, and no one noticed.

Half an hour ago.

The father and son had a heated argument about the heartless cannon.

Jiang Zhongcheng strongly opposed it, believing the risk was too great.

Jiang Qingyun insisted on using it, firmly believing in the military wisdom from 300 years in the future. The terrifying power of the "Heartless Cannon" was something only someone surnamed Jiang truly understood.

……

The morale of the royalists plummeted, and the morale of the rebels was even lower. Both sides were busy gathering their remaining troops, and with night falling, night battles became dangerous. Both sides lacked a commander with the courage to lead.

The battle between novices has always been like this.

Jiang Qingyun's "Heartless Cannon" was made by hollowing out pine roots, binding them with iron hoops, and then igniting a 10-pound explosive charge with igniter.

Although the failure rate was extremely high, the immense power of the explosions upon landing truly terrified the rebels on the front lines.

In the first half of the night, a steady stream of rebel soldiers came to surrender.

In the latter half of the night, they gradually thinned out.

An envoy from the Forbidden City inquired about the battle situation. Jiang Qingyun wrote "The advantage is in our hands" with a flourish of his pen and ordered it to be sent back to the palace to appease the emperor.

After working through most of the night, the royalists successfully moved their battle line back half a mile.

The Great Bright Hall became the temporary command post.

Jiang Qingyun gazed at the casualty figures of the Zhili Green Standard Army and pondered for a moment.

"Announce to the entire army that our army has killed 1321 rebels and accepted the surrender of more than 700 households, totaling 3112 people. As previously promised, the reward for each first-class enemy head taken is 5 taels of silver, and the total reward should be 6605 taels. I will take some more from my own personal wealth to make up 10000 taels, which will be distributed equally among the soldiers at the front. In addition, the pensions will continue to be paid as usual."

"As ordered."

In the past, it was considered an overstepping of authority to reward soldiers with one's own property, but now it doesn't matter anymore. There's no more pretense; the truth is out. Times have changed.

Sure enough, the soldiers' resentment lessened considerably. They all believed that the Prime Minister's intentions were good, but the unscrupulous cannon had misfired.

There's no need to dwell on a small mistake.

……

The Great Bright Hall, the main hall.

"Yun'er, aren't you asleep yet?"

"Dad, go get some sleep." "I don't care about you anymore, but I still have to remind you that not sleeping or eating well is a major taboo on the battlefield."

"understood."

Jiang Qingyun wouldn't listen to that.

Jiang Zhongcheng shook his head helplessly and quickly went to catch up on some sleep. At sunrise the next day, he would lead his troops in a personal charge, overwhelming the enemy with sheer numbers.

Having spent the entire night without sleep, Jiang Qingyun, holding a vermilion wolf-hair brush and wearing a gray overcoat, pondered deeply over the huge map hanging on the wall.

The capital city is too small, which hinders its performance.

The battle plan was to divide its more than 100 battalions into two combat groups, one in the north and one in the south, to attack the enemy from both sides.

"Someone is coming."

"Send this order to officers of the rank of lieutenant general and above immediately. At 1:15 AM sharp, launch a surprise attack. Anyone who disobeys will be beheaded."

"As ordered."

After making the arrangements, Jiang Qingyun drank a cup of strong tea to refresh himself.

At this moment, he deeply realized that commanding large-scale operations was extremely mentally and physically demanding, but fortunately he was still young and full of energy.

You have to become a marshal early; 21 is just the right age.

……

5:15 am – 1:55 pm.

Zhou Cang stormed in, furious.

"Oh no, it's getting foggy."

Jiang Qingyun hurriedly opened the tent flap, only to find the outside shrouded in white fog, with even the military flag hanging on the flagpole completely hidden in the thick fog.

"broken."

Why didn't you say so sooner?

"Prime Minister, it was still dark before, and we couldn't see the fog. We only just noticed it."

Hearing the commotion outside, Jiang Zhongcheng also got up.

"Fog? No problem, we'll hold our positions and wait for the fog to dissipate."

“Father, I already relayed the general's order last night.”

"What military order?"

"At 1:15 AM, the entire army will launch an attack."

"Fuck~"

Jiang Zhongcheng swallowed back the profanity and dragged Jiang Qingyun to one side of the main tent.

"Yun'er, tell me honestly, where did you learn these unorthodox military tactics?"

"Father, you can't really blame me. The cannon exploded because the soldiers didn't operate it scientifically, and the fog was caused by God. These are all factors beyond our control."

"Tell me, what do we do now?"

"The military order remains unchanged."

"Even if you want to change, it's too late."

……

The Prince Keqin's Mansion.

The courtyard was filled with officers of the blue and red flags.

Jiang Qingyun was not a god after all. He originally predicted that the rebels would flee the city, but he forced them onto the rooftops instead.

Prince Zheng, Jirhalang, began his final pre-battle mobilization.

"The young emperor is incompetent and tyrannical, cruel and tyrannical, trusts treacherous officials, imprisons the Empress Dowager, and slaughters the Eight Banners. We are acting on the Empress Dowager's orders to establish a new emperor."

Prince Zhuang, Shuo Sai, was escorted out by a group of soldiers and was forcibly draped in a yellow robe.

"Long live the emperor, long live."

Everyone followed Jirhalang and knelt down.

"The heavy fog today is the will of Heaven. Prince Keqin and I will personally lead the main force to launch a surprise attack on the Forbidden City. What the Plain Blue Banner failed to do three years ago, we will accomplish for them."

At the height of his emotions, Jirgalang once again shouted the slogan from the Zhenglan Banner Mutiny: "I don't know if we are crazy or foolish, we only know to keep moving forward."

Three years later, it still stirs people's hearts.

The order to launch a surprise attack on the Forbidden City was relayed down the ranks, and all those holding the Blue and Red Banners were mobilized.

The last thing before the surprise attack was to hurry up and eat a full meal!
The final battle!
Either everyone dies, or they burn to their fullest.

(End of this chapter)