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

Chapter 345 The "Grand Secretary's" Head Was Cut Off

The warhorses and knights were all blood red, like a group of demons crawling out of hell.

The assault suicide battalion was the vanguard of the entire army, leading the charge against the Wu army's formations, suffering extremely high casualties. From a purely military perspective, they were a group of true warriors.

Upon seeing the Grand Secretary arrive in person, all the bannermen dismounted and knelt on one knee.

The "Grand Secretary" nodded slightly to the crowd.

The two sides were less than 4 zhang apart.

suddenly!

A flag bearer covered in blood stood up, drew an arrow, nocked it, and pulled it taut. The whole sequence of movements was lightning fast. A crescent-shaped arrow, as swift as a shooting star, headed straight for the "Chief Minister's" throat.

brush~
The "Grand Secretary's" head was chopped off.

My passion was soaring.

……

After the assassination was successful, the instigator, Su Hetai, quickly drew the whistling arrow he had treasured in his quiver. Whoosh, the whistling arrow pierced the air, leaving everyone stunned.

Ninth Flag, in action!

next second.

Enraged Wang Fuchen and Zhou Cang pounced at the same time, their swords flashing, and Su Hetai was instantly torn to pieces.

But what has happened has already occurred, and its impact is unfolding.

"The Grand Secretary is dead."

"The Grand Secretary has been assassinated."

"It's over, it's all over."

Listening to the shouts all around and watching the soldiers running around in a panic.

And Wang Fuchen, who stood there motionless.

Alarm bells rang in Zhou Cang's mind. He wiped the blood from his face and shouted, "Ma Yaozi, the one who just died wasn't the Prime Minister, but his double!"

"really?"

Wang Fuchen felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and his whole being instantly came back to life.

Zhou Cang stared at him:
"Wang Fuchen, go and keep an eye on Ma Bao's soldiers to prevent them from causing trouble. Wealth and glory are right in front of you, you must cherish them."

"I will obey my orders."

Wang Fuchen knelt on one knee.

……

The battlefield is crowded with people and eyes. Just now, at least several hundred soldiers witnessed "Chiang Kai-shek's head being chopped off by an assassin with an arrow."

It's hard to explain.

It's difficult to clarify.

Because the Ninth Banner has begun its operation.

In the battle to suppress Wu Sangui, more than 500 members of the Ninth Banner were either killed or wounded, leaving only more than 100 survivors.

After the signal arrow pierced the air, the more than 100 people scattered in various places immediately sprang into action, their deep-seated hatred driving them into complete madness.

Someone drew his sword and slashed at the friendly soldiers walking in front of him.

Someone drew a bow and arrow and fired wildly at the unsuspecting Shaanxi-Gansu Green Standard Army.

Someone killed the gunner and tried to turn the cannon to bombard the nearby crowd.

Even when seriously injured, some people still yelled at the top of their lungs, "May God punish the traitors of the country!"

Some people mounted their warhorses and slashed and killed indiscriminately.

The war that had just ended has now resumed.

The soldiers' already tense nerves were jolted into a frenzy, and they collectively lost control. Everyone felt as if they were in a dark forest, unable to distinguish friend from foe, and they attacked anyone who came near. Although it wasn't a camp, it was worse than a bombing.

Flag soldiers kill flag soldiers.

Bannermen killed Green Standard Army soldiers.

The pro-independence camp also kills members of the pro-independence camp.

The Green Standard Army also killed Wu's surrendered soldiers.

One word: kill.

……

Zhou Cang rushed to the main tent and quickly reported the situation.

Jiang Qingyun was shocked.

"Quickly, put on my armor."

Half an hour later.

Jiang Qingyun, clad in three layers of heavy armor, rushed out of the central command tent.

"Listen up, everyone! Once on the battlefield, whether you are from the Eight Banners, the Green Standard Army, or the New Army, anyone who disobeys orders will be killed. Anyone who charges the main banner without authorization will be killed. After leaving the camp, shout at the top of your lungs, 'The Grand Secretary is here! They've rioted! They're terrifying now!'"

"As ordered."

Three thousand fully armed New Army soldiers and one thousand Zhili Green Standard Army cavalrymen marched out of the camp. In the distance...
A rider galloped towards them, shouting all the way, "Grand Secretary, Grand Secretary, I am Wang Fuchen."

Jiang Qingyun simply stared coldly at the six-surname servant who was charging at high speed with a spear in his hand.

"Zhou Cang, you said you've already ordered him to keep an eye on Ma Bao?"

"Yes."

……

Wang Fuchen was rough around the edges but meticulous. When he was 30 zhang away, he decisively reined in his horse, jumped off, threw away his lance, unfastened his sword, took off his helmet and removed his cotton armor, and then walked quickly over.

When the distance is 5 zhang.

He spread his arms and knelt down.

"This humble general, Wang Fuchen, pays his respects to His Excellency the Grand Secretary."

"Let him come over."

Upon receiving the order, Wang Fuchen quickly crawled into the formation on his knees. He noticed the young faces of the new soldiers, as well as their fanatical expressions.

He looked up and saw Jiang Qingyun standing under the banner, surrounded by a crowd of stars.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"You are Wang Fuchen?"

"Yes."

"stand up."

No one expected that Jiang Qingyun would raise his hand and slap Wang Fuchen twice across the face with all his might, leaving Wang Fuchen's cheeks red and swollen.

"Wang Fuchen, you have rendered meritorious service by slaying generals and capturing flags, but you are guilty of disregarding military orders."

“Now, I need to gather the soldiers who have started the riots outside. I’ll give you 1000 cavalrymen. Take them to suppress the riots and stop the killing with killing. Do you understand?”

Wang Fuchen, seeing the terrifying aura emanating from Jiang Qingyun, immediately knelt down.

"This humble general is willing to die for the Grand Secretary."

"Go."

……

Wang Fuchen composed himself and decided to perform well. He took the lead and, with his spear, killed everyone indiscriminately, friend or foe, until they fled in terror.

The bravery of the horse hawk is collectively certified by the Japanese soldiers!

"The Grand Secretary has arrived!"

"The Grand Secretary is here! Everyone drop your weapons and kneel! Kneel!"

After the new army entered the battlefield, they shouted in unison.

Jiang Qingyun stood on the drum cart and vigorously struck the cowhide war drum, which was as tall as a person. The sound of the drum was chilling and startled people. Countless soldiers looked around in confusion.

who am I?
Where am i?

What do I do?
The chief minister's vigorous drumming seemed to act as a calming agent, releasing a magical power that soothed everyone's hearts wherever he went.

The soldiers, covered in blood, dropped their weapons and knelt down silently.

The sound of drums dominated the entire battlefield.

The young recruits warily watched everyone around them, their matchlocks crackling and glowing. They would not hesitate to fire on anyone who dared to approach them.

Half an hour later.

Jiang Qingyun regained control of the army.

The battlefield was awash in blood.

The Xiang River is teeming with floating corpses.

Wu Jun was annihilated.

Our army suffered rivers of blood.

As night fell, the exhausted and bewildered soldiers fell into a deep sleep. They were ordered to gather all their weapons and not carry them with them.

Patrols will be constant; those who make a disturbance will be executed! Those who leave their tents without orders will be executed! Those who form large groups will be executed!

……

Jiang Qingyun sat alone in the central command tent, deep in thought. It was supposed to be a resounding victory, and his command skills had been on full display. How did it end up like this?

So where exactly did the problem lie?

First of all, I'm sure I'm not wrong!

The fault lay with the Ninth Banner, with Wu Sangui, with the local feng shui, and with the stimulating Chinese medicine that the Eight Banners collectively took before the war!

Thinking by candlelight.

sleepless nights.

The next day.

Before noon.

Jiang Qingyun finally got the data he was most concerned about: his 80,000-strong army had suffered more than 45,000 casualties, including more than 12,000 casualties among the Eight Banners and more than 25,000 casualties among the Shaanxi-Gansu Green Standard Army.

What a resounding victory!
(End of this chapter)