The fold that Fan Shiyi sent to Jingshi soon arrived on Yongzheng's desk, and it was placed on the top, with the words 'Liangjiang Governor Playing and Supervising Jiangnan Regiment Practice Fold' written very conspicuously.

Obviously, the ministers are very sensitive to this excerpt, and some people have even thought of Yang Zongren, the governor of Guangzhou last year, who presented the training group practice fold in the face of the world's disapproval, but Kangxi was furious and directly put Yang Zongren in prison, and he is still locked up in it.

However, at this time and that time, Chu Rebellion at that time was not a concern in the eyes of the Qing court, even if there were some means, it was difficult to resist the attack of the army, but now it is different, more than 200,000 troops were overturned under the bayonets of the Fu Han army, which made many people's mentality also change, which is also the reason why Fan Shiyi's twists and turns are so important.

Yongzheng picked up the fold sent by Fan Shiyi, but his face was a little complicated, in essence, he was a very pragmatic person, and he didn't have too much resistance to the group training, but he was a little worried about whether this move would cause Jiangnan to completely get out of control. He understands the truth of drinking a donkey to quench his thirst, but this donkey seems to have to drink it now.

"Since Chu Wei swore an oath in Anqing, he has been going all the way along the Yangtze River waterway to Tongling, and he should have passed Chizhou by now....." Prince Yi's face Yunxiang was a little gloomy, although this scene had been expected for a long time, but when the Fu Han army attacked step by step, it still made Yunxiang a little difficult to accept in his heart.

Jiangnan, what a beautiful and rich place, how many years has it supported the entire Qing Dynasty, everyone knows that it is the land of wealth for the whole world, but now they can only watch it fall into the hands of the Fu Han army.

Compared with the heartache Yunxiang, Yongzheng cares more about the regimental training itself, and he hopes that the regimental training in Jiangnan can really play a role in restricting the Fu Han army, rather than a small part of the tools to realize ambitions. From Jiangsu to Zhejiang, from Zhejiang to Fujian, from Fujian to Guangdong and Guangxi, the southern provinces can completely use regimental training to achieve the goal of containing the Han army.

Only in this way can he Yongzheng have time to further consolidate the current basic plate, to make more firearms, to train more new troops, and as long as such a new army can be used to defeat the Han army, then the world is still the world of the Qing Dynasty.

It is precisely because Yongzheng sees very far away that he attaches more importance to the role of group training, rather than completely sealing it like Kangxi, which is of course due to the changes in the situation, but more because of Yongzheng's own temperament.

"Let Yang Zongren out, I want to hear his thoughts."

"Wow."

The cells of the Criminal Department of the Qing Dynasty are not all as clean and tidy as those of Yue Zhongqi, at least a few corpses are carried out from it every day, so it is still a good time, and in some bad years, it is not uncommon for more than a dozen people to die every day.

After all, the prisoners were held in such a horrible place that a dozen people were crammed into a small cell, and when they arrived, the door was locked at dusk, and the prisoners were in a small room full of people. Someone died in the middle of the night, and the dead and the living were just huddled together, and there was no room to move.

For Yang Zongren, before he came in, he was also the governor of Guangdong from the second grade, and this basic treatment was still there, so the Criminal Department specially placed him in a clean and tidy cell, in addition to him, there was another old man of the age of sixtieth birthday, and the two talked very happily, but they didn't feel that this day was boring.

However, for Yang Zongren, he naturally would not give up easily, and spent a long time inquiring about the major events in the court, and occasionally borrowed pen and paper to write something unrelated to the poem to entertain himself.

For Yang Zongren, time was wasted in an extremely extravagant way, until he heard the news of the Qing army's defeat on the frontal battlefield, and even heard that many people had died on the battlefield.

These news constantly impacted Yang Zongren's heart, and also made him more and more convinced that he would be able to break out of prison and return to officialdom in the future.

It wasn't until Kangxi died that Yang Zongren sighed silently in his heart, this opportunity has finally come.

In the Kangxi Dynasty, Yang Zongren would never be let out, because as long as Kangxi was there, he Yang Zongren would never have the opportunity to go out, and he might even rot to death in the cell. But as long as Kangxi dies, Yang Zongren is very confident in his heart, and judging from the current situation, it has become inevitable to hold a group training.

If Xinjun wants to hold a group practice, I'm afraid the first thing is to come to him Yang Zongren. When the time comes, it will naturally not only be the day of their own extrication, but also the time of soaring.

"The emperor's edict, Xuan Yang Zongren will face the saint in the palace!"

Yang Zongren was led by the eunuch all the way out of the criminal department, and the first person to go was not the Jinluan Palace, but to wash his body up and down, and then changed into a set of civilian clothes made of coarse cloth, and then followed the eunuch to the Golden Palace.

"The criminal minister Yang Zongren knocked to see the emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

Yang Zongren's face was slightly excited, but because he had been locked up for too long, he had already been a little pale, but now he had added a little more red to his paleness, and he looked a little excited.

Yongzheng glanced at this person, and quickly gave a conclusion in his heart, this person is quite ambitious, but to a certain extent, he is also the most dedicated minister at the moment.

"Yang Zongren, I don't want to play those polite tricks with you, just ask you, if I send you to Jiangnan to supervise the group training, you may do this errand well?"

Yang Zongren was calm as usual, "Only slaves can do a good job." ”

"Tell me your reasoning."

"The slave thinks that with the blood of 200,000 regiments in the south of the Yangtze River, the southeast can be safely guarded for a while." Yang Zongren knelt on the ground and said, just talking about the blood of the 200,000 group exercises, but he seemed to ignore it as if he didn't take it to heart at all.

Yongzheng glanced at Yang Zongren deeply, the other party had a very good taste for him, and unlike ordinary Hanchen, they may be trying to prove their loyalty to the emperor, but now this person really wants to do something, and he is willing to sacrifice more people for this.

There is no cooler official in the past and present. Of course, for Yongzheng, he naturally will not be compassionate, but admires Yang Zongren's temperament very much.

"Yang Zongren, I appointed you as the envoy of Jiangsu, and I will do my best to supervise the training of the Jiangnan regiment, this official is not as good as the governor of Guangdong before you, but I am willing to promise that if I can destroy the Fu Han army in the future, I will make you the governor of Huguang, how about it?"

Yang Zongren was neither happy nor sad, his face did not change at all, he knelt deeply on the ground, and bowed three times and nine times in the direction of Yongzheng.

"The slave will not be dishonored."

When Yang Zongren went to Jiangnan with Yongzheng's will, Jiangnan now ushered in a very wonderful scene. Fan Shiyi, the governor of Liangjiang, is a Han Chinese, Wu Cunli, the governor of Jiangsu, is a Han Chinese, and now this Jiangsu envoy is also a Han Chinese, plus a Jiangning weaving Cao Fu, almost the entire Jiangnan has become a battlefield for the Han people to fight with the Han people.

For Ning Yu, he naturally didn't care whether the Manchus or the Han people on the other side of him were going to fight, anyway, when the fight really started, no matter how good these people were, it would be impossible to stop the Han army.

At the end of May, the Fu Han army besieged Tongling, and the Qing army in Tongling City was only more than 1,000 people, facing the 50,000 troops outside the city, the city gate was opened without firing, and the Fu Han army quickly planted the flaming red banner of the Fu Han army on the city wall.

Since the march all the way, almost all the small towns along the way have fallen from the wind, which has made many soldiers and even generals of the Fu Han army complain, no Qing army resistance, it means no war, no war means no merit, then it also means no land and money.

Ning Yu also understood in his heart that under his vigorous propaganda, the current Fuhan Army was an army that regarded honor as dignity, but the foundation was also the influence of the vigorously promoted military merit field system, but the key to this system was that soldiers needed to continue to obtain military merits in order to maintain the allure of military merit fields.

Since ancient times, to forge a strong army, there must be one thing that must not be lacking, that is, the fighting spirit. Ning Yu finally arched the soldier's fighting spirit, and naturally he would not watch it disappear.

"Our army will stay in Tongling for one night, and we must not disturb the people and harm the people, otherwise there will be no forgiveness for killing, and we will set off for the east early tomorrow morning!" Ning Yu taught Dong Ce Dundun, he didn't want to make any big trouble, and now stabilizing the place was the biggest result.

The people in the city have actually fled a lot, after all, under the propaganda of the Qing army, the Fu Han army has become the kind of rebel bandits who kill people without blinking, even if the ordinary people do not fully believe it, but they are always a little worried in their hearts, so before the Fu Han army enters Tongling, they have already fled first.

The people who stayed behind were unable to leave for various reasons, most of them were old and weak women and children, who looked at this army without braids with frightened eyes, and walked in with neat steps.

A little boy in tattered clothes, only six or seven years old, looked at the neat queue of the Fu Han army with a curious face, he took a few steps forward, and stretched out his black hand to the soldiers of the Fu Han army.

He was begging the soldiers, as he had done in the streets of Tongling in the past, and stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of the clothes of a soldier who was advancing.

The people on the side looked at this scene, but they let out an exclamation, they all couldn't bear to see what happened next, maybe it was a long knife cut down, or maybe it was the proud bayonet of the Fu Han army, which was slammed into the little boy's chest, they couldn't even bear to see what would happen next.

To everyone's surprise, the soldier who was pulled at the corner of his shirt looked at the little boy but smiled innocently, and he stretched out his fat palm to touch the little boy's head.

"You, come with me."

The Fu Han army is very modest, they never rape and kill people when they conquer the city, nor do they rob money, and even when these soldiers occasionally go to buy things, they will not deliberately take advantage of the merchants. Of course, in addition to military regulations, it is largely because the Fu Han army has always been educating soldiers.

But sometimes the Fu Han army is also very domineering, for example, now, the little boy struggles with his body, trying to break free from the soldier's arms, but after all, he is only six or seven years old, no matter what, he can't break free, he let out a low roar, like a little beast.

The little boy's face seemed to have a trace of anger, he opened his mouth and bit the soldier's hand, and a row of deep tooth marks appeared on it, but the soldier still smiled and led him all the way into Tongling City.

"My lord, this little kid has bitten your hand, and you're still holding on to it."

In the temporarily rebuilt barracks in the city, many soldiers of the Fu Han Army began to organize their clothes, but Deng Zi was also holding the little boy with a smile on his face.

"We've already said hello to the steward of the Eagle Camp, the minimum age for entering the Eagle Camp this year is seven years old, this kid looks very strong, and he is estimated to be able to enter."

The soldier on the side was curious, and said with a smile: "My lord, we have come all the way with you, but I have never heard you talk about the Eagle Battalion." ”

Deng Ziyi's face was also a little envious, and there was a faint sense of loss, he said softly: "I heard that the earliest Eagle Camp was personally organized by the Metropolitan Governor, and the later Lecture Hall was also born from the Eagle Camp, speaking of which, I have no chance." After speaking, he sighed softly.

Everyone can understand Deng Ziyi's heart, in fact, everyone thinks so, because in today's army, it is also about qualifications, if you are born in the martial arts hall, it means that the army is at least no later than the Battle of Jiujiang, otherwise there is no chance to enter at all, and it can be regarded as an old qualification.

But if he was born in the Eagle Battalion, it would be terrible, basically a figure of Dong Ce's generation, not to mention more, at least at the level of a regiment commander, which can be regarded as the backbone of the current Han Army.

If you are born in the Eagle Camp and can still have one of the three surnames Ning, Cheng, and Zheng, then a golden avenue has been paved, and even if you are a marquis and a general in the future, it will not be a difficult task.

Deng Ziyi gently touched the little boy's head, and he smiled: "Although I can't do it, but today I see that this kid has a good face, let's give him a chance, let him go to this young eagle camp to grind well, and our old Deng is also happy in his heart!" ”

There was always a bit of sadness in his words, and I don't know if this sadness was understood by the little boy, he didn't make any more trouble, but quietly leaned on Deng Ziyi's chest and looked ahead blankly.

Everyone stood up, they looked at the distant sky together, it seemed that everyone was thinking about something, it seemed that they were just in a simple daze, but after a while, they were busy again.

It wasn't until many years later, when the boy came out of the Eagle Camp, that he realized how much the soldier had done him, and that the boy had not become a big man, and that he had died on the battlefield while fighting the Russians in the far north, but he would always remember the soldier who carried him into the city.