The death of Duerjia and the rapid defeat of the Qing Dynasty in Heilongjiang led to the people of the capital criticizing the incompetence of the Eight Banners generals and soldiers. In fact, this situation has existed since the Qing Dynasty lost Khalkha. Now, a proverb that even children can sing is quietly circulating inside and outside the capital. When they heard it, all the officers and soldiers of the Eight Banners were angry, but they could not argue.

In a barracks in Jianrui Camp at the foot of Xiangshan in the western suburbs of the capital, a Qing army was telling him what he heard.

"Fire weapon camp, spitting flower spirit; strong sharp camp, climbing high; good at rushing camp, climbing ground spirit. One move in a hundred and eighty years, can't stand against the gun with empty hands; don't look at the mighty trembling in front of others, you will be able to get flat when encountering the North Sea pirates..."

"He is a wise man, I'll cut him off!"

"The people from the five cities of the military personnel are investigating. They are all children's jokes in the streets. You can't catch the child beads, right?"

"I want me to tell you that now it is not just empty-handed to the gun, it is just empty-handed to the quick gun and the cannon. We are just using our own 200 pounds to exchange for the other person's bullet Ren'er!"

"Tell me, what's the use of this empty-handed kung fu now? If you want to talk about Buku's tricks and riding and shooting, I don't believe that the North Sea soldiers can win our brothers. But they can hit us with the most powerful murder weapon in the world, even ten miles away! And our muskets and general cannons cannot even reach a single hair of their hair!"

"You guys know about the left-wing forward school Bernia? He used to be such a strong man, and even Gerda (the chief instructor) felt inferior to his skills. But since he came back from Jilin due to injury two years ago, he has been suffering from a brain pain."

"No, the gunshot wound on his leg has not healed yet?"

"The gunshot wound has been healed long ago... I visited his house last month. I was very happy that I hadn't met for a long time. Guess what, I asked, and my face changed drastically at that time, and I hugged my head and shouted pain."

"What are you asking?"

"Oh~~~ I'm also blamed for being too talkative. Have we not fought with the North Sea soldiers? I asked him, and I heard that the North Sea pirates also recruited soldiers from the Sorens team and wore a tiger armband on their arms. Have you ever encountered it? How about comparing with us?"

"That's it?"

"No! Just this sentence, I'm lying to you and I'm this!" Zhenghuangqi Mongolian deputy vanguard Sulla reached out and made a gesture of turtle.

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The more the flag soldiers spoke, the heavier they felt. They were worried about the future of the country that led the Qing Dynasty, and also worried about the future of themselves and their families. While speaking, a battalion soldier ran in and said to everyone: "Don't talk! Gerda asked us!"

"What's up?"

"That master came again and brought a few sheep, but he eventually attracted the wolf. Gerda asked us to go out and watch."

When the soldiers heard this, they hurriedly got up, took the bow and musket, took the bag of arrows, and walked out of the tin pot containing gunpowder and lead. When they arrived at the place, they saw wolves in the bushes on the opposite side of the mountainside, and were moving forward. The farmer beside them had just led the sheep over, but the imam had not started chanting scriptures and praying.

It is said that Xiangshan Camp is a former Yingpan site left in the Ming Dynasty to practice mountain climbing and war. After the establishment of Jianrui Camp in the 14th year of Qianlong, in order to deduce how to attack the tall and strong Jinchuan watchtower, this place was chosen as the Yingpan, and dozens of stone watchtowers were built outside the Yanwu Tuan City, so it was also called "Xishan Jianrui Camp". The entire northeast of Xiangshan is the granary, firewood, warehouse and livestock of Jianrui Camp. It is also a shooting range for practicing muskets and bows.

In the old forest of the northern back mountain with thorns, there are often wolves, tigers and leopards; the most helpless one is the wild wolf that has grown here for generations. These guys not only attack the pigpens in the camp and stumble away fat pigs, but also scare the strong Wuzhumuqin horses so that they dare not doze off during the day and night. They often lose weight and lose weight, and even the old ox dare not pull a trailer at night. The animals are so careful, and people are even more worried. Even the flag soldiers of Jianrui Camp never dare to walk alone at night.

The wolf, an animal, begins to reproduce in late spring and early summer. After birth, the little wolf cubs are hungry, and the male wolf and female wolf have to search for food everywhere. They dare not go to far away places. If they are hungry, they will become harassing camps.

When Surla and others arrived, the "master" he mentioned and two subordinates were holding bows and shooting the wolf. Behind him was a middle-aged man about the same age as him, holding a strange musket, ready to hedge against the wolf that came over at any time.

Facing the pack of wolves, Prince Jia Yongyan said that he was not afraid of it, which was absolutely fake. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, no one would believe that the "big-mouthed wild dogs" in front of him were big bad wolves. When his guard pulled the bow and shot the wolf, he claimed that he was good at riding and shooting skills, and he 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 from Jianrui Camp for many years, and they were very thieves. Often, when the arrows were about to arrive, the big bad wolves needed to dodge them with just a light flash.

Yongyan thought that he followed Qianlong to hunt in Rehe for many years and it was easy to shoot a few wolfs. However, as the saying goes, he ran to death on the mountain. When hunting in Rehe, people drove their prey to their horses, which was completely different from the current situation. When shooting prey with bows and arrows, they had to measure the distance and distance. Several people present violated this taboo, so they did not hit a single head.

Seeing the long arrows in the bag shot in the air, Yongyan was so angry that he picked up the musket in Prince Rui Chunying's hand behind him. He picked it up and aimed it and pulled the trigger. The loud sound scared the soldiers of Jianrui Camp present. He thought to himself, what kind of musket is this? The noise is even bigger than the two of them?

"Bang!"

A fire light accompanied by white smoke gushed out from the muzzle, and a pointed Minnie with a diameter of 15 mm whistled out. A blood hole broke out on the head of the big bad wolf who was wandering dozens of steps away. His body tilted and fell to the ground. The wolf pack was frightened and suddenly scattered.

Unexpectedly, he was busy and in a hurry, Yongyan did not lean his shoulder tightly against the buttstock, and the lock bone was hit hard by the hard elm wooden support. So King Jiaqing was hit by the recoil of the shooting, and couldn't help but say "um".

Seeing this, the two guards and Chunying behind him suddenly changed their expression and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up. Yongyan covered the wound and rubbed his teeth twice, grinning in pain, sweating all over, and had to take off the silk robe and vest outside.

At first, no one around him cared about his clothes. You should know that Yongyan would come to Jianrui Camp camp for a walk every few days since two months ago. He usually rode a horse and brought two followers, sometimes with Prince Rui Chunying or his brother Beile Yonglin. However, he never showed his identity. He only wore a half-old sauce-colored silk robe and a patched Batulu vest. Every time he was led by the chief instructor of Jianrui Camp to enter the camp. He had to walk first, and then he would watch Jianrui Camp flag soldiers climb the city tower, and sometimes he would go around the camp to stroll around the wild scenery.

But today, when he was lying on the ground and his silk robe was lifted up, he accidentally exposed the beige wool belt around his waist, which made everyone present stunned.

The generals and soldiers of Jianrui Camp must enter the Forbidden City and the Old Summer Palace several times a year, and are not unfamiliar with the rank of the court officials. The bright golden silk dragon on the belt is clearly a decoration that Prince Heshuo has. Everyone present winked each other and shouted loudly together: "Please pay tribute to the prince!"

This time, the sheep slaughtered, the wolf-beating, imams, farmers, flag soldiers, and flag citizens knelt halfway up the hillside. These people never dreamed that any prince could come to this sloppy place to play. Qianlong used to come often, and from time to time he would have to ask a few guards to compete with the battalion soldiers, but since he was old, he had not come for many years.

"Oh~~ Help me first, all the gifts are exempted." Yongyan's collarbone was so painful that he couldn't stand it, but he wanted to give a big gift. When he was helped by everyone around him, he had cold sweat on his head and his face was blue and white. When the chief instructor saw it, he hurried to call the camp doctor.

After a while, the camp doctor came over. He first untied Yongyan's clothes on his chest, reached out and touched the bones. When he noticed that the bones were not broken, he breathed a sigh of relief and took the ointment from the medicine box he carried with him to apply. After a while, the medicine had already taken effect. Yongyan's pain became lighter and his face gradually calmed down.

As the designated heir of Qianlong, Prince Jia Yongyan is 33 years old this year, about 1.75 meters tall, has a white and plump face, a pair of big ears that look very blessed, with low eyebrows and eyes, and is cool like his mother. He is also modest and polite, and treats people very peacefully. If he does not reveal his identity, anyone would think he is a literary wing student.

He came to Jianrui Camp these days for nothing, just to relax. As the Northern Navy, who landed in Jiaodong, took the initiative to take root, the news of the Heilongjiang General's Mansion falling, and even the Northern Navy's large-scale attack on Wula in Jilin continued to be returned, which made Yongyan's psychological pressure grow. He knew very well that he had been in Beijing for a few days.

The problem is that the situation is now at a point where the building is about to collapse, and the country is in danger, but the administration in various places is becoming increasingly corrupt, officials are arrogant and extravagant, and the royal family is also addicted to the sensuality and sex. Qianlong, who is already 82 years old, is still holding power. The more the situation is, the more he is released, the more he is released, for fear that he will become the second Emperor Xuanzong of Tang. Yongyan was worried, so he had to take advantage of his leisure to come to Xiangshan to relax.

Speaking of the historical Emperor Jiaqing, although he had the temple name of "Renzong", he was actually just a mediocre and abusive person. As he himself said, the heart of the body is the heart, and the rule of the original emperor is the rule. The reason why Qianlong chose him as his throne back then was mainly because he committed his own sins. He only had to pick up the general from his own son and chose the most obedient one.

Surler couldn't help but glance at the musket used by Yongyan, and plucked up his courage and asked, "Prince, your musket is much more powerful than the bird guns we use. I wonder if it was made by the Martial Arts Institute or from foreign vassals?"

The guards on the side scolded, "Talk too much! Don't be rude to the prince!"

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

Surre's unrestrained spirit also came up, and he tilted his head to the guard and said, "The prince is not angry, what kind of bird are you? The marmot on the grassland cannot afford to provoke the big bad wolf, so he knows to scare the camel. Humph! I am the descendant of the big sweat."

The words made Yongyan and Prince Rui Chunying beside him laugh. The guard lost his temper and had to glar at Surla fiercely.

Yongyan pointed to the wolf pack in the bushes opposite and said to the soldiers: "I want to see your stringing techniques today. This is the ancestral skill of our Manchus. Today, the one who shot the most is rewarded with this musket!"

At this moment, the wolves were eager to try again under the agitation of a big bad wolf. Everyone put their fingers on, took the bow and led the arrow and shot it.

"Bang!" Surla let go, and an iron arrow more than three feet long flew out like lightning, nailed it to the eyes of a big bad wolf, and the arrow drilled out from the top of his head. The wolf jumped and jumped in pain, rolling and grinding on the ground, slapped its front paws in a row, roaring constantly, and blood continued to spurt from the top of his head. Surla then had another arrow, hitting its neck!

As several wolves fell to the ground one after another, either died or struggled, the wolves were so scared that they ran back and disappeared on the hillside in a blink of an eye.

"Good string method! OK~~" Yongyan, who had already improved a little, stood up in surprise and shouted OK. Seeing this, Surla said to the imam behind him: "Master Imam, skin the wolf in a while and give it to the prince!"

After counting, Surla actually shot the most wolves. Yongyan admired the straightforward Mongolian man very much, so he rewarded him with the strange-style musket, and asked the guards to take two big and small paper boxes from the bag on the horse's back and take them over.

Surla opened the two paper boxes curiously, and saw rows of golden gadgets like copper buttons inside the small one, while the large one was a long tube wrapped in yellow kraft paper, with a conical bullet on the top.

"Prince, is this?" As a vanguard, he is also proficient in daily training subjects except for archery, sword and guns. However, the musket in front of him is completely different from the standard weapons of the Qing army. Not to mention that the weight is much lighter than the bird gun, the workmanship is exquisite, and there is no wooden gun fork and the fuse locking faucet, so he was a little confused for a while.

Although the guards who were scolded by him just now lost face, they saw Surla's superb archery skills and were very impressed, so they explained: "This box is a big gun. When loading the bullet, they bite the tail and pour the gunpowder inside, and then use this gun probe to stab the gun and the paper bag into the bottom. This box is called a fire hat. Every time they shoot, they take a piece of an anvil placed under the hammer, and then turn the hammer and aim to open the fire. There is a correct head within 200 steps."

Surla was happy in his heart. He followed the instructions of the other party to load the bullets and fire hats, then took a few steps, aimed at a small tree eighty steps away for a long time, and finally pulled the trigger. He heard a "bang" sound, and the tree trunk as thick as a thumb was broken. The surrounding soldiers were all dumbfounded, and then cheered loudly.

"Prince, this is the first time that I have seen such a good musket! If we all have one, we will be able to suppress the pirates in Beihai!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, Yongyan's face darkened. He waved his hand without saying a word, and then got on the horse with the help of a guard and Prince Rui Chunying, and slowly left with Xiao Suo's face.

"I, what did I say wrong?" Surla, who was kneeling on the ground, was stunned and turned to look at the chief instructor. The man was also confused and confused.

At this time, another guard came to him and leaned over and whispered: "You killer! This gun was made by the North Pirates!"
Chapter completed!