Dominate the Country

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Xinzheng, just north of Xuzhou, was just an ordinary county town in the 18th century. It was not closely associated with the provincial capital by countless Henan people because of the airport in the 21st century. Of course, the capital of Henan is not Zhengzhou now.

Henan prefect Asiha has been in this small county town for four days.

In four days, he received the news of the defeat of the Shaanxi soldiers. Asiha has not forgotten how heartless he was when he received the news, and he is now very firm in his judgment at that time-he is finished. Even if the offensive from the east and south can flatten the Chen family army in one fell swoop, Asiha, as the governor of Henan, must leave the officialdom.

No one can stop the Chen family army, and his family and Beijing cannot withstand the anger of the emperor and the civil and military officials in the court.

Because Ruzhou is in Henan, and Henan is in the heart of the Qing Dynasty, such a fierce bandit suddenly emerged in such a place. No matter the emperor or the ministers in the court, no one would think that the Chen family army could be pulled up suddenly, especially the news brought back by the remnants of the Green Camp in Shaanxi - Chen's bandits can actually wear armor for four or five thousand people. After Wang Tenglong fled to Luoyang City, he took off his top hat and feathers, took off his robes, imprisoned himself in his residence in white clothes, and submitted a memorial to Beijing City.

Asiha was bitter in his heart. Such a bad luck actually happened to him. Chen's army really had no hands and feet to rebel. It was all forced by Chang Rui. Chang Rui was just a small county magistrate. Even if he was born in the Eight Banners, what virtue and ability did he have to be connected with Asiha's province? There were many poor families in the Eight Banners. Of course, even Asiha himself did not doubt that the Chen family had been planning for a long time. He was only sure that Chang Rui was doing it for money rather than getting the solid evidence of the Chen family's evil intentions.

So Asiha could only curse the previous officials of Lushan and Ruzhou. The Chen family had done such a big disaster, but they didn't hear any wind; and he could only helplessly admit that he was unlucky.

What he feared most now was to hear the news of defeat. The Green Camp in Shaanxi had been defeated. The news from Luoyang said that the defeated soldiers gathered in the city were less than 2,000. Moreover, the official document from Henan Prefecture also said that the public security in several counties in the south was in chaos, bandits were flourishing, and rape and looting were endless. In addition to those local ruffians who took advantage of the fire in Heluo, it was inevitable that the fleeing soldiers were responsible.

Asiha had a headache. Now he could only pin his hopes on General Yongrui of Jingzhou, hoping that Yongrui would urge the troops of Shaanxi and Hubei to attack from both directions, and both would defeat the Chen family's bandits and wipe out the rebels in one go.

In that case, he might only lose his hat and official position, but he would not be exiled to the northwest to eat sand or suffer in the snowy Ningguta by the angry emperor.

Inside the gate of the county government, Wen Ming, the deputy general of the Fu Biao Central Army, was running to the small study in a hurry. With him was Erhe, Asaha's long-time attendant. This middle-aged man, who had left the small study with fear a quarter of an hour ago and had been full of sorrow for the past few days, now had a rosy face and was full of energy.

Because Wen Ming did not convey the news of defeat this time, but the news of victory. A part of the Chen family army attacked Yingqiao Town in Xuzhou, but was repelled by the remnants of the Lu's Camp in Nanyang Town guarding there. This news would definitely make the governor smile.

Asaha was in a heavy mood these days, and Erhe was also in a heavy mood. You know, if Asaha was exiled to Xinjiang or the Northeast by Qianlong, Erhe would have to accompany him. Who made him a bannerman? Who made his family live in the Zuoling of the Sakda clan? Who made him flatter Asaha early on? He served Asaha all these years, and the money he earned as a long-time attendant was more than that of a prefect. Asaha's people, no one can escape him, they are absolutely in the same boat.

Erhe led Wen Ming into the small study, where Asaha was anxiously turning around, but the anxious old man frowned when he saw Wen Ming's dusty appearance.

Erhe panted and said, "Master, happy event, happy event..."

The disgust on Asiha's face disappeared instantly. Wen Ming, who was covered in dust, was no longer dirty in his eyes, but a treasure. He waved his hand to let Erhe stop interrupting, and said to Wen Ming impatiently, "What happy event? Where?"

Wen Ming had not yet caught his breath, and Asiha had to answer his question. He said with a dry throat, "It's Yingqiao Town, it's the remnant soldiers of Nanyang Town..." Two or three hundred people from the Lu camp fled to Xuzhou. When Xuzhou was broken, Zong Weifeng took them to Yuzhou again. Fortunately, the Chen army did not continue to attack Yuzhou. The Lu's camp survived anyway. If you count the troops, there are more than 200 of them. There are also 200 to 300 young and strong militiamen that Zong Weifeng gathered along the way. When Qianlong issued the order to suppress the four provinces, Asaha was raising troops from Hebei Town and Kaifeng, and he casually sent the Lu's camp to Xuzhou as cannon fodder to open the way. As a result, Zong Weifeng proved that he was a lucky general. The Chen family army gave up most of Xuzhou without hesitation. The Lu's camp "recaptured" Changge and Xuzhou without a single soldier.

When Qin Guangyuan, the general of Hebei Town, led the troops of Hebei Town and Kaifeng City Guard Camp and Fu Biao into Xuzhou City, the Lu's camp, the guy they disliked, was kicked out of the city. Zong Weifeng led his troops to Yingqiao Town, which was closer to Xiang County, with fear.

Hearing Wen Ming mention Lu's Camp, Asiha still had some impression. In his opinion, this unit was a deserter and a complete waste. "The Lu's Camp...? Can the Lu's Camp defeat the Chen family's thieves?"

"Lord Futai, I personally went to Xuzhou in my lowly position, and the seizure is absolutely true and not fake at all. The Lu family's camp can kill good people and take credit, but the armor and muskets of the Chen family's thieves cannot be faked... …”

Although Lu's camp only handed over twenty-six heads, and they themselves lost more than a hundred people, the twenty-six heads were handed over along with Chen Jiajun's breastplate and musket.

The Qing soldiers had been fighting with the Chen Jiajun for so long, and they had long known that except for part of the Chen Jiajun's armor, which was real iron armor, most of it was made of rattan and iron. The armor on Chen Jiajun's chest is of the highest quality. The rest of the armor is made of rattan armor plus thin iron sheets or processed leather. And their muskets were not matchlocks, but more advanced flintlock guns. Asiha himself had two of those things. Back then, he followed Qianlong to Chengde for hunting. Of course he had bows and arrows, and a shotgun was also indispensable.

Many senior civil and military officials of the Manchu Qing Dynasty had already guessed this after hearing that Chen Jiajun's musketeers were not equipped with match ropes. But this is the first time to really see the real thing.

Wen Ming rushed back to Xinzheng without stopping, taking with him a set of rattan iron armor and a flintlock gun. It's just that he didn't notice that the flintlock gun's slot was broken by the blade of the knife. There was no bayonet or paper bullets...