The crowd suddenly became a sensation, and before Hunchun could react, more than a dozen young men had already pressed him on the bed board, with a thick layer of quilts on it, and Hunchun was covered with four or five layers of fur. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Get up!" people shouted, and more than a dozen young men worked together to lift Hunchun up on the shoulders of the door panel, and at this moment tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians crowded into a one-person alley, and the welcome torch was raised high to light the way for the general.

"The general has returned to the city! mighty...... Kneel!"

Under the city of Aihui, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians were crowded and fell to their knees in the dark at this moment, where did Hunchun see this scene, his eyes were hot at that time, and tears came out of his eyes.

There is also the Ningguta area in the Heilongjiang region, which is the most bullied place by the Rakshasa ghost outside the entire Guan, the situation was a little better when the country was strong in the past, and the Rakshasa ghost on the opposite side was scared by Kangxi, and what to do was more or less restrained.

But the old people have discovered that since the Jiaqing Dynasty, the expeditions and caravans of the Rakshasa ghost have gradually increased, and the provocations at the border at that time have gradually become more frequent.

The Far East has been a place where the tsars exiled prisoners since ancient times, and they can be sent here from the richer Western Europe, except for the adventurers, they are those criminals, these people have no moral bottom line.

They robbed what they didn't eat, stole what they didn't wear, killed people and bullied women, and did all kinds of evil! Moreover, these people are just as virtuous as bandits, and when they encounter a large army of regular troops, they will flee, and when they encounter a small army, they will fight, and if they encounter ordinary people, they will naturally burn, kill, and plunder.

There is not a single person outside the customs who does not hate these Rakshasa ghosts, but the court is a nest, since Jiaqing, Wang Erxiao's New Year is not as good as a year.

In the eyes of these mediocre and incompetent magistrates, as long as the Rakshasa does not send soldiers to invade, as long as they do not occupy the land of the country, as for the death of a few people, then turn a blind eye.

As for the imperial court in Beijing City, who has the air to manage the bloody cases of a few tunzi and several villages thousands of miles away, no local official even reported it.

Year after year, the volcano in the hearts of the people has accumulated more and more pressure, I used to think that Yishan and the Rakshasa ghost would go to war, and they would fight a few beautiful battles to vent their anger to the people, but no one expected that after a battle, more than one million square kilometers of land would be lost.

Not to mention revenge, this is directly lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, and the scars in the hearts of the people outside the gate are not healed, and this time they directly sprinkled a handful of salt.

At this time, if anyone can lead everyone to fight a foreign war, he will be a hero in the eyes of the people, and today's Hunchun just fills this emotional gap in the hearts of the people.

The 30,000 Cossack army was blocked by Hunchun to the north of the Heilongjiang River, although there was no direct exchange of fire, but everyone knew that the general blackened the Rakshasa ghost with 20,000 taels of gold, and forced the enemy back.

In the dark late Qing Dynasty, such a victory can already be regarded as a miracle, and it is not too much for Hunchun to be greeted on such a scale.

Hunchun, who was dripping with horse urine, wanted to get up, but Sister Wu held him down and whispered, "This is what you deserve, establishing your image at this moment will be of great help to you ruling here in the future, don't refuse, accept all this......"

Hunchun wiped his tears and hugged his fists gratefully, "Thank you Lord Wuyin for your clever plan, without your guidance, I would never have such glory in my life!"

"There's no need to thank me, if you want to thank the CIA, thank you! I won't tell you the truth, the prime minister has a public sentiment analysis department in the CIA, as long as they give them time, they can create heroes in the Qing country at will!"

"Of course, if they want to, they can also destroy the hero......"

Hunchun shuddered with fright, and felt that the cold air in the cracks of his bones was getting thicker and thicker. If you say that your previous feelings about Xiao Letian were nothing more than rebellious, talented, admirable, and hostile...... And so on emotions blended together.

And at this moment, Hunchun only has the two emotions of respect and fear in his heart, he has never seen Xiao Letian, but since he and the volunteers have been continuous, he has always felt Xiao Letian's huge influence.

The soldiers and civilians in Heilongjiang thought that Hunchun was a national hero, but Hunchun himself knew that he was just a marionette, and all the strategies were specified by Sister Wu and some intelligence officers around him.

Even how to influence the mood of the military and civilians, the CIA is responsible for such a plan.

Including this Jiangxin negotiation, how Hunchun should hack the opponent's gold, how to suppress the opponent with crazy momentum, and how to make the soldiers and civilians on the south bank feel Hunchun's martial arts, all of which were planned and arranged in advance.

Planned, rehearsed, paced...... There are also bonfires and torches to create an atmosphere, and rhythmic shouts to create sound effects.

This encounter with the Rakshasa ghost is not so much a war as a live version of a stage play.

frightened away the Rakshasa ghosts, inspired the people, and established a heroic ...... And the directors and editors behind the scenes are hidden in the darkness in obscurity.

Such a terrifying power is not something Hunchun can understand, and he really can't say anything other than awe.

"What do you see me doing?" Raise your hand and wave to the people...... By the way, this is what you should do! Everything you do today, I will tell Your Majesty the truth!"

"Lord Hunchun, you just wait for the princess Wandai!"

That night, Hunchun entered Aihui City in the admiration and cheers of all the people, and the famous doctors of the whole city gathered in the garrison to treat the general, and countless messengers rode fast horses to send the news of Aihui's victory to all parts of the province.

At this point, even those local officials who are not satisfied with Hunchun have to admit that with this victory, Hunchun's reputation outside the customs can be said to be in full swing, and it is wishful thinking to expect the forces in Heilongjiang Province to drive Hunchun away.

The south bank of the Heilongjiang River was full of joy and jubilation, and all the soldiers and civilians in all the areas who received the news of Aihui's victory were in high spirits, more people began to sacrifice the army, and more young people began to bring their own dry food to Heilongjiang to assist in the defense.

The successful experience of Aihui City was replicated by the military and civilians at countless ferries, and a chessboard drawing competition was launched on the entire Heilongjiang ice surface.

Fargiev's group has gone crazy, and all the places that can cross the river have been destroyed by the Chinese, and there are ice caves shattered by explosives everywhere, and there are chessboard-like warp and weft lines, but in the eyes of these rakshasa ghosts, they prefer to call it Chinese farmland.

The Heilongjiang River is wide in some places, narrow in others, and at the narrowest point there is only a distance of three or four hundred meters between the enemy and us, and at this distance, the Cossack cavalry can see the Qing soldiers on the other side of the river making all kinds of insulting gestures at them.

Some people pee at them, some people show their butts at them, and there is the most classic national scolding "Fuck!" All kinds of fucks drifted from the south bank to the north bank with the wind, and the angry Cossacks had no place to vent their blood.

"This damn river! Why don't you freeze and make it stronger! Damn it Chinese, sooner or later we will kill your Jingshi! Occupy your emperor's palace! You wait......"