The southern garrison flag battalion is an extremely special existence in the system of the Qing army.

In the system of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, its army was divided into three types, one was the garrison located in the north, which was used to guard the field garrison of the Ming army, and then the so-called "Beijing camp", that is, the Beijing flag stationed in Jingnan, which was the main force of the Qing army. The last one is the Southern Garrison Flag Battalion.

Although it was the least conspicuous of the three, it was far superior to the northern garrisons in terms of strength, and because of its years of fighting with the mountain people, their combat effectiveness was even far greater than that of the other Qing armies.

However, this does not mean that he has no problem himself, the biggest problem is that the southern flag battalions that have been divided and stationed in various mountain passes and key roads for many years have been scattered all over the country like sprinkling sesame seeds, and the Qing army in one place can be as few as hundreds or as many as thousands. They may have an absolute advantage in the face of scattered natives, but over time, they have become extremely unfamiliar with corps operations.

For their own shortcomings, any garrison is very clear, and because of this, when receiving the order, many people are resistant, Ningsui Fort is one of the "Ningzi Fort", the flag soldiers stationed here, but only more than 400 people, plus family members are only more than 2,300 people.

After many years of operation, Ningsui Fort has long developed into a small city with a fortress as the core, and the center of the city is a five-star fortress of small scale, but most of the family members are stationed outside the city, and a six-foot-high and three-foot-thick earthen stone wall protects the family members of Baonai from being attacked by the natives.

Over the years, the local aborigines have been the biggest threat and enemy of the garrison flag battalion, years of burning, killing and looting, so that they have formed an insoluble hatred, but the defense battalion erased the continuous plundering of the natives, but also made the strength of the natives greatly damaged, many tribes were forced to flee to the south, only a few diehards remained, but they lacked guns and no artillery, almost could not bring much threat to the defense camp, at most it was just a raid.

However, perhaps because of the long-term killing, especially the continuous slaughter of men and plundering women by the Qing army, the number of local people was sharply reduced and their strength was greatly weakened. The Qing army was also annoyed by their attacks, so the two sides eventually reached some kind of balance.

The so-called "balance" means that the Qing army no longer arbitrarily slaughters and plunders as in the past, but with the help of the local people, it goes farther south to "fight grass valleys", although it is farther away and the threat is greater, but at least it is safe around the defense camp. Ningsui Fort was also one of the first forts to reach an agreement with the natives.

Brain-working, almost everyone's evaluation of Zhang Bochuan, when he took the initiative to reach an agreement with the natives, in exchange for the stability of the Ningsuibao area, is an example, in the past few years, under his management, Ningsuibao can be said to be the most peaceful area along the border. Even near Ningsuibao, a market has been formed, and every day with one or five days, the market will be opened, and there will always be some local people who come here to do business.

Today, however, is different from the usual.

"Today is the twenty-fiveth, but look at the ...... on the set"

Standing on the city wall, pointing to the empty market outside the city, Zhang Bochuan's expression looked a little dull.

"Does this episode still feel like an episode?"

There were no merchants in the empty bazaar, and even if there were, they were only traders in the fort, not the natives of the mountains.

"These days, the number of natives coming to us is getting less and less!"

Why are there fewer natives?

Zhang Bochuan didn't ask this question, and after silently saying this, he continued to say to Luck behind him.

"Now here is the mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings!"

The seemingly headless words fell into Luck's ears, and he nodded, and then said.

"But that's not the case, I dare to say, as long as this side of Jingnan City is broken, it is estimated that we will immediately become lonely ghosts, whether we stay here or go to other places, it is estimated that it will be a dead end."

Luck knows very well what will happen in the future, although he is a banner man, but what he is thinking about now is himself, not what the Great Qing Kingdom, the flag man ...... It's just a name, the most important thing is to survive.

"Now that the prince's decree has been over for ten days, you say, should we go or not?"

After asking rhetorically, Zhang Bochuan's eyes were fixed on the endless wheat fields outside the fort, where the fortress was built was not a wasteland with no grass, but a fertile river valley, where tens of thousands of natives once lived, and now ...... After vacating the cage and changing the birds, the natives disappeared, and only they remained.

I can't bear this place!

"Go, it must be a dead end, I got the news from Ningping Fort, after they passed, they originally thought that the prince was going to rescue Jingnan, but the prince didn't mean to save Jingnan at all, he killed Prince Li under the pretext of not moving his troops and supporting his own troops, and then he wanted to gather troops to go south, go south, so good to go south? Although Afghanistan is empty now, but thousands of miles south, the mountain people intercept and attack constantly, if you want to survive, you have to lay down a piece of territory, this road, it is also nine deaths! ”

They are all in their forties, how could Luck not know what the road to the south is like, he has seen too many things in the past few decades, and he also knows that it is not easy to survive, because of this, he feels that going south may not necessarily solve the problem.

"But no, in the past, what kind of opponents did we meet in the Western Regions? Those natives say that they are countries, but in fact, they are just tribes, even if there are some countries, the people are only hundreds of thousands, and the soldiers are not more than tens of thousands, how can they be the opponents of my Qing Kingdom, but when we get to Afghanistan, we have to fight with the Mughal Empire, which is a big country with a million troops, and we attack ten times the enemy with the remnants of the army, and we still want to fight a piece of territory? Isn't that! ”

"However, some people think that since Wu Sangui was able to lay down a piece of land in Tianzhu back then, then we can lay down a piece of land......"

When Luck mentioned Wu Sangui, his tone was full of envy, in fact, he was envious of Wu Sangui after fleeing to Tianzhu, he could live a stable life there, although the Ming Dynasty did not recognize any Zhou State, but he did not show the idea of destroying the Zhou State, and now that Wu Sangui is dead, the king of Zhou has surrendered himself to the status of "lord of the country", and he is not even called a "king".

In this regard, although Luck felt that it was unrealistic, on the other hand, he envied the decisiveness of the Wu family, in order to survive, they tried everything possible, even if it seemed a bit like suicide, but who knows? What if the Ming Dynasty raised its noble hand and let them live?

In contrast, what about the Great Qing Kingdom?

Even now, he is still called the emperor there, and he still maintains the face of the Great Qing Kingdom there. It's good now, the Great Qing Kingdom can't see it, but the Great Qing Kingdom is dead, what will happen to them in the future?

"It's different, when Wu Sangui arrived in Tianzhu, he was a small country first, and later he also called the Mughals, after years of recuperation, he tore his face with Delhi, as soon as we got there, we were going to fight the Mughals, and we fought hard with such an opponent, not looking for death!"

When mentioning the difference between the Great Qing Kingdom and Wu Sangui, Zhang Bochuan looked indignant.

"I really don't know, how the prince was blinded by lard, and he can't even see such a clear truth, he can't see it, going south is a dead end!"

As soon as Zhang Bochuan's words fell, Luck snorted.

"To the south is a dead end, but what about the north? Isn't it also a dead end, he sent General Wang to the past, didn't he just want to borrow the sword of the Ming army to get rid of the general! ”

Even as a banner man, Luck was extremely dissatisfied with what happened to Wang Huaxing. He didn't expect the prince to be so short-sighted. Didn't he know what he would make everyone think?

"How much credit the general has given to our Qing Dynasty, but when it comes to the end, what will happen, just let me ......"

With a long sigh, Luck shook his head and sighed.

"The Great Qing Kingdom is coming to an end!"

The Great Qing Kingdom is coming to an end!

But anyone with a little bit of insight knows that the Great Qing Dynasty will not last long.

Jingnan was besieged.

The emperor and hundreds of thousands of bannermen were surrounded in Jingnan, and they must be dead.

Even if the southern garrison claims to be 130,000, but these 130,000 miles are only 40,000 or 50,000 people, and the rest are either old or young.

Well, now there is not even a little hope for that. It seems that the prince doesn't want to go to King Qin at all, and even for the prince, King Qin is just his way to eliminate dissent.

It's like to Wang Huaxing, but he just wants to get rid of Mingjun's hand to get rid of him.

In this way, how could there be hope for the Great Qing Kingdom? There's no hope of going south!

"How? Got it in mind? ”

Turning his head to look at Luck, Zhang Bochuan asked rhetorically.

"I've figured it out, what else can't I figure out, to the north is death, to the south is death, if we want to live, we have to negotiate with Ali and them, let's ......"

Touching the braid on the back of his head, Luck sighed.

"This braid has to be cut first, and then we will go to the mountain, and when the time comes, we will be this mountain people, as for the ...... here."

Reluctantly looking at the fertile river valley in front of him, Luck said reluctantly.

"Let it be given to Ali and them, let's go to the mountains and gnaw stones!"

Ali was a nearby mountain dweller, and it was he who made a pact with them not to disturb each other in exchange for the survival of the tribe, and for many years Ali would always send guides to assist them in traveling further south to rob other tribes.

Now facing the problem of survival, after careful consideration, Zhang Bochuan made a decision - to hand over Ning Sui to those natives. Instead, they will leave here and head into the mountains.

Although the mountains are barren, some valleys can also farm and graze, and they can always survive, but life is certainly not as good as it is now.

Since Ali and those people were able to survive in the mountains. Then they will be able to survive there. And that's why he wants to see Ali.

"Gnawing stones, you can always save your life, otherwise, I'm afraid we won't be able to save our lives......"

Zhang Bochuan sighed, and then said.

"I just don't know if that old thing Ali will agree to our conditions."

A few hours later. A group of natives came here on horseback, led by Ali. After he received the letter sent by Zhang Bochuan, he immediately rushed over, without even the slightest suspicion.

"My friend, as soon as I received your call, I immediately put everything aside and rushed over."

As soon as I saw Zhang Bochuan. Ali put on a very sincere appearance.

"There is no need to summon friends, my friend, I asked you to come here this time to discuss something with you."

Looking at Ali in front of him, Zhang Bochuan directly stated his plan.

"You know the situation now. The Ming army has already attacked, and some people must think that the Ming army is coming, and you can come back when the time comes, but is this possible? As far as I know, the Ming army intends to give all the land here to their people, and at most they will give you a little leftovers. ”

Zhang Baichuan is certainly not alarmist. In fact, even if you hide in the mountains. Ali had also heard a lot of things, many of the natives who came out of the mountains did not get the land that belonged to them, and the Ming army had no intention of returning the land to them at all.

And because of that. In Ali's view, the Ming army was just a little better than the Qing army. In contrast, they don't kill people at best.

"We know all of this you said. But you also have to know. How many of us have you killed over the years? The reason why someone will attack you at this time is not because we think that the Ming army can give us anything when they come. but because of blood debts. ”

Stared at Zhang Bochuan in front of him. Ali knew that if he hadn't reached an agreement with this person in the face of everyone's opposition, there would have been no stability in the tribe in the past few years, and even the reason why the tribe had grown in recent years was precisely because of the agreement reached with her.

And this time he came. It was precisely because Zhang Bochuan gave him a reason that he couldn't refuse.

"Blood debt and blood payment. There's nothing wrong with that. But I think people always have to look forward, not just stay in front of them, if they are blindly blinded by hatred. Then you will find yourself missing out on a lot, just like between us. ”

Eyes on Ali. Zhang Baichuan continued.

"Let you come over this time. I just want to be with you and talk about the future between us. ”

Zhang Baichuan pointed to the land outside the window.

"My friend. What do you need? I would like to ask, if we can, how about we make an exchange and exchange the land here with you for your land in the mountains? My friend. ”