On May 19, 1791, as the ice of the Nenjiang River subsided, the waterway of the Nenjiang River, which had been interrupted for several months, was finally opened to navigation.

Speaking of which, although Zhao Xin took the killing of Wula with a fake shot two years ago, his purpose was to attract the defenders of Jilin City and create opportunities for the Eastern Front troops to seize Hunchun.

You should know that the city of Daoshengwula is only seventy miles away from Wula in Jilin, and is stuck in the Songhua River waterway. Fukang'an said that he would take back whatever he wanted. For the Northern Navy, if he really wanted to occupy Daoshengwula and not leave, he would have to fight with the Qing army in every few days. This place is far from Ningguta and Hunchun, and it is surrounded by the Qing army on three sides, so it is meaningless to stay. So after the Battle of Hunchun, the Northern Navy quickly withdrew from Daoshengwula.

"...Songhua River, the river water is clear, the vast vast waves are surging, and the clouds are blooming thousands of miles away~~"

At dusk, with the melodious singing of the boatmen, a flat-bottom cargo ship from the lower reaches of Songhua River docked at the dock ferry south of Dashewula City. After the boat stopped and set up a springboard, several guests on the boat bowed to the boss and walked off the boat.

After the fifteen-year-old Ewenk people got off the ship, they looked around curiously. When he came on this trip, he was ordered by the General Staff of the North Navy to send a piece of goods to the intelligence station in Jilin City.

When the Northern Navy attacked Aihui City in the 53rd year of Qianlong, he met Zhao Xin's mistress and was determined to follow the other party as a personal soldier. But he was too young at that time, and Ama was rescued by Wu Xianning from the brink of death because of a gunshot wound. Zhao Xin used this as an excuse to ask him to accompany his father first and talk about it after the injury healed.

The problem is that even Chen Jishan can't keep up with Zhao Xin's elusive trace, let alone Wulong. A few months later, seeing that Ama's injuries were almost recovering, Wulong began to manage Guo Dalu in Heilongjiang City every day.

After a while, Guo Dalu was almost driven crazy by this kid, and finally told the truth. He told Wulong that there were no slaves under Beihai Town, so there was no Goshha. Besides, you were only twelve years old and could not be a guard at all. If you want to join the army, go to the Young Military Academy.

So Xiao Wulong first studied in the school in Heilongjiang City for a year, and then went to the Young Military Academy in Beihai Town with the recommendation letter written by Guo Dalu and Sheng Haizhou. The reason why he admitted him was that this boy understood both Manchu and Mongolian, and could speak Chinese. Such language talents were rare in the Young Military Academy, which were mainly Han and naturalized islanders.

In the first half of last year, Wang Changsheng, who had withdrawn from northern Jiangsu, received a new order from Zhao Xin to form the North Navy Intelligence Bureau, which was affiliated with the North Navy General Staff Department. While picking people, Wang Changsheng accidentally heard that there was a boy who spoke very well in Manchuria and Mongolian Chinese in the Young Military Academy. After meeting him, he found that this boy was quite clever, so Wulong became the first team of the Intelligence Bureau in a confused manner.

One of the top tasks of the Intelligence Bureau after its establishment was to send intelligence officers to Wula City, Jilin, which was occupied by the Qing army, and set up sites. According to the system established by Zhao Xin, the codebook must be changed every three months for telegram communication.

Although there is no need to worry about someone eavesdropping these days, intelligence work is not afraid of ten thousand, but it is afraid of if it is. If a telegrapher secretly surrenders to the enemy, most of the secrets of Beihai Town will be exposed to the Qing Dynasty.

By chance, the Hezhe trafficker who was responsible for delivering codebooks to Jilin City regularly suffered from acute appendicitis and was hospitalized for surgery, so the task fell on Wulong's head. Wulong, a fifteen-year-old, is not tall, has broad shoulders, a large round face, squinting eyes, high cheekbones, a collapsed nose bridge, and an outward nose wing. Whether it is eyebrow or skin color, they look very similar to Mongolians.

In order not to be seen through, Wulong first took Heilongjiang City to detour Melgen, and then found a cargo ship to go south. Because he had been carefully forged by the Qing Dynasty's Ministry of War "General" appointment document, Wulong got off the ship and went to the "Jinzhu EFL Military Post" south of Wula to stay. This place is 65 miles away, and he could take a horse from the post station with the documents.

Since Wula, Jilin is currently on the front line of confrontation with Beihai Town, in order to strengthen its ties with Bodune, Alchukka and Qiqihar, military documents and materials from south to north are flowing continuously, and grain, pay, arms, and military supplies, as well as various debris, and escort officers and soldiers are constantly transporting.

The two post roads in Jilin City are 50 miles per stop on average, and there is no day or night in the military offices. As long as there are fire cards and documents, sorghum, rice, buns, steamed buns, and stewed meat will be filled.

Wulong was responsible for heavy responsibilities. After moving into the inn, he did not dare to talk to these people. After the boat passed the Bayanni Florida Gate on the willow wall, he saw endless water and land camps on the east bank of Songhua River, with large flags and small flags facing each other, and the flags covered the sun and could not see the boundaries. Not to mention that on the east side of these camps, a trenches and fortress system that were several miles wide were dug. Even though Wulong had seen the military power of the Northern Navy, he could not help but secretly smack his tongue when he saw such a formation in the Qing Dynasty. He thought it was really useless. When the cannons blasted, they all played with them!

After dinner, it was dark and Wulong was lying in a small guesthouse, preparing to sleep with a quilt when he suddenly heard footsteps outside, as if a large group of people entered the military office, and the light and shadow of torches shone brightly on the paper-paste window. He jumped to the ground with a "rubbing" and was about to approach the crack in the door to check, but he heard a person outside start to scold him roughly:

"Everyone squat down, squat down! My thief, I have to smash the back of the knife. I'm so stupid to be honest?"

"That person wearing a fur hat, go squat over there! Hold your hands up! Kneel? Kneeling!"

"Ni!" another man shouted: "What is this? You dare to pee when you take off your pants. Nidesihan's egg hurts?!"

Wulong, who was standing behind the door, heard a "pop" slap in the face, and then a crying pleading sound sounded: "I'm asking for food to be enjoyed... I'm sick... I can't walk..."

"My thief!" He cursed in the same rough voice as before: "Ni is a medicinal product seller. If he doesn't cure his illness, he will be flirting with the pirates in Beihai. That's just that he can't get along with his mother. The court will be unable to get along with his mother! Ribai lied and criticized you for slapping her mouth. He will starve him to death!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Almost!" A man shouted loudly as if the leader was the leader, and said to a loud voice, "These guys will be sent to Jilin City tomorrow, and they may not be able to survive! You are almost angry, keep some energy, and go and ask the leader here to ask for some food first. Let's stay for one night, and tomorrow you will soon go to the city to hand in the work. You can still stroll around the city after all."

Wulong returned to the kang, touched Hei and put on his boots, put on his coat, and hat, then opened the door. He saw a dozen steps outside the door, and a row of black shadows squatting on the ground with dejected eyes, raising their hands high, but from time to time, some people put down their hands and rubbed their butts. Wulong was laughing in his heart, thinking that the Qing army and the Beihai army had not learned anything else, so he had learned a lot of this trick of raising their hands to surrender.

He saw a postman passing by with a bucket of water, so he stopped him, pointed at the dark shadow and asked in Manchu, "What's going on?"

"When I say it!" The postman quickly put down the bucket after hearing this. It was probably busy for a long time, and it was just a short rest. "These people are medicinal materials merchants and fur merchants from Shanxi, all of whom are ginseng and mink fur in the hands of the Northern Hai Army. They have committed the crime of "communicating bandits and secretly accompanies traitors". They are regarded as spies. After being arrested according to the law, they should be executed on the spot in the military camp. General Fu is merciful and must first be taken to the camp to review the judgment, and then all besieged one hundred times and travel three thousand miles."

After hearing the "um", Wulong walked towards the squatting person and pretended to be rare. But because the sky was too dark and the light and shadows were swaying, there were only about ten people, with ropes tied into a string around his waist. Only one older person looked in his fifties, and the rest were in their thirties, muttering and slutty.

Some of them understood Manchu language. They just heard what Yi Ding and Wu Long said, and they started crying at this moment, saying that they were not spies. The people next to them whispered to him in a low voice, saying that they were useless to say anything, which annoyed the Shaanxi soldiers, and they might be beaten again.

At this time, the Shaanxi soldier leader who was escorting these prisoners came out of the kitchen. When he saw someone approaching the prisoner, he walked over with a lantern. Under the shadow of the lamp, he saw him wearing a simple gold top and a seventh-grade uniform. He was obviously a boss. He was so panicked that he hit him down and said with a smile: "It turns out that he is the boss, you are lucky! The little man and the horse are so happy."

Oolong's eyes rolled, and an idea popped up. So he pointed to the group of people on the ground and asked in a slight official speech: "What are they doing?"

"Master! You are so good at saying that you are a man of official words! These are all spies, doing business with the North Pirates. The villain is on the Ehemao checkpoint. I will send them to the city to be detained tomorrow."

"Business?" Wulong pretended to be confused: "I, from Korqin's left wing, what business is there for the thief?"

"Oh! Master," Ma Sixi quickly got up and whispered: "There are so many good things in the North Pirates! Not to mention the good things that ordinary people cannot see, there are many kinds of cigarettes alone, which are easier to smoke than the tobacco leaves sold in the tobacco shop in Jilin City. Are you always going to Jilin City?"

Wulong nodded and said, "Go to the imperial envoy to report to the big tent. After meeting the commander, I will assign me an errand."

When Ma Sixi heard this, he smiled and said, "That's it, that's it, hehe, the Lord is really extraordinary, and you can still see the Grand Marshal. Maybe you can't run away if you see the Grand Marshal."

Wulong laughed, reached into his arms, took out a piece of silver weighing two cents, and threw it into Ma Sixi's hand and said, "You speak nicely! I'm rewarding it."

Ma Sixi was overjoyed, his eyes dripping in the darkness, and then he asked with a compliment: "Have you been to Jilin City?"

Wulong shook his head, and the sergeant said, "The Lord will report to the big tent and will not be able to get there for ten days. Why not let the young man take you to stroll around Jilin City at that time? There are many delicious and fun places on Henan Street!"

"Okay!" Wulong patted the other party's shoulder. When Ma Sixi saw that the other party was not taller than himself, he quickly bent down so that the other party could reach it.

"You are fine, so I will take these people into the city tomorrow with you."

Ma Sixi was thinking about this in his heart, for fear that this generous man would never find him if he entered the city. He would not take advantage of this time to please and earn a few dollars. When they meet Mr. Fu and get a job, they wouldn't even think about it.

Wulong and Ma Sixi plotted against each other, while Fukang'an, who was in Wula City in Jilin, convened an army meeting in the flower hall next to the general's office signing room.

A huge wooden picture of sand table was placed in the middle of the flower hall, with Fu Kang'an and four or five generals pointing in the direction of the Khalkha Mongolia above.

"Tell me, when will Zhao Ni take action?"

"Master, I think it will take June to do it."

The person who spoke was the second-class duke, Huilun, the commander of the Guardian of the Inlaid Blue Flag. This person was also from the Fucha family. His second-class duke was the title of his uncle Mingrui, and his biological father was Mingrui's younger brother Kuilin. In terms of generations, Mingrui was Fuheng's nephew, and Huilun had to call Fu Kang'an the uncle.

"What's the reason?"

"I heard from the Mongols who came to Khalkha that in May and June the Orkun River (Selengge River) had a spring flood, and the waters of the tributaries such as the Eson River, the Hara River, and the Tongkela River surged. Even if Zhao Ni's men had three heads and six arms, they could not go against God, right?"

"Well, it's a reason. However, the strange equipment in Zhao Ni's hand is emerging one after another, and this little river may not be able to stop him." Fu Kangan pondered for a moment and suddenly asked, "What's going on over there?"

The Namuwoji he mentioned is Laoyeling. Currently, the North Navy and the Qing army use this as the dividing line, each occupying both sides of the mountain.

Whelen said: "Nothing happens, and there is no abnormality in the Lafa River."

Fu Kangan stared at Mutu for a while, as if he had made up some determination, and ordered: "Tell Naqitai to send a thousand people to cross the Gahali River from Xunzhencheng to test the reality of Hunchun."

"Yeah!"

At this time, the first-class guard, the first-class guard, and the deputy commander of the Northern Road Army, An Lu said: "Master, are you planning to come with the civil and military personnel? Why not let the Biaoxia lead the troops around the Namuluga River in the north and give them a fierce look!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! This person is a irreconcilable enemy with the Northern Haijun. His father is Doral Hailancha, and he was posthumously named First Class Chaoyong Marquis after his death. Hailancha has been fighting abroad for many years, and only An Lu's son is a son. In the history of another time and space, An Lu's fate is also unlucky. In the fourth year of Jiaqing, in the process of conquering the White Lotus Sect bandits, he went deep into the dense forest alone and entered the dense forest. Finally, he was killed by several sect bandits with spears.

Fu Kangan shook his head and smiled bitterly when he heard this, "If you do this, the fake fight will become a real fight. The emperor doesn't mean that."

This morning, Qianlong's 600-mile emergency decree arrived in Jilin City. Only then did Fukang'an realize that the Northern Navy was going to send troops to Khalkha Mongolia. Qianlong ordered him to negotiate with the Northern Navy immediately. No matter what means he used, he must stop the other side from sending troops.

The military proposal has been held since the afternoon until now. Except for the rest of the meal, everyone has been making suggestions and deducing them on the wooden picture. At this time, everyone was already a little tired. Seeing this, Fu Kangan knew that it would not be a big deal to survive, so he let everyone go, and only An Lu was left behind.

At this time, a group of Goshha walked in, opened the window and put the smoke in the house, and placed a stool to clean up the tea. Fukang'an's personal soldiers invited someone to go to the house to send a message, "Buy a bowl of tremella soup for Dashuai and make hot tea..."

Fu Kangan smiled and patted An Lu on the shoulder, and said in a calm tone: "I know you want to avenge you Ama,"

"Master," An Lu felt sad and almost burst into tears.

Fu Kangan interrupted, "Listen to me, you and I are brothers and sisters. He is still half a teacher. For five years, I always think of the scene of him dying in battle, and my heart is like a knife. But you have to know that Zhao Xin is really not easy to meet. If you treat him as an ordinary thief, you will definitely suffer a great loss."

An Lu said unwillingly: "Then we can't beg them in silence, right?! The army of 70,000 to 80,000 troops are guarding here, and there are 10,000 people on the opposite side. I'm not willing to give up on my humble position!"

While speaking, the tremella soup had been brought, and the captain of the personal soldiers also brought a bowl of it to An Lu, and took a step back to report to Fu Kang'an: "Master, Deputy Chief of Jilin, Deputy Chief of Vice Chief of Hulunbu Yuer is here, waiting in the signing room."
Chapter completed!