He Changying received a message from Sheng Huaixuan's personal guard Goshha, and was suddenly surprised and happy in his heart. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He Changying would never have expected that this long-awaited meeting would come so suddenly.

Therefore, he had to find a secluded place, think about it, plan and plan, what should he say when he saw Li Hongzhang in the afternoon.

He Changying, who was originally going to be the host of Master Jin at noon and went to the restaurant outside to drink two cups, immediately turned down Master Jin's invitation and ate a simple light meal at the Taoist Ya, and in Master Jin's envious eyes, Shi Shiran left the Daoyamen of Tianjin Customs in a chic manner.

However, as soon as she went out, He Changying regretted it.

In the weather of August of the solar calendar, at noon, the sun hangs in the sky like a fireball, and the heat wave is still pressing.

Standing in the big sun, He Changying, who was a little dumbfounded, quickly glanced around the surrounding environment, feeling that there was really nowhere to go, and then turned around and went back to the ya, it seemed that his face was also very boring, so he planned to go back to take a cold shower, and then go to the governor's mansion.

So He Changying called a car parked in the shade of the tree near the Daoya, and said: "Jinhe Inn, drive a little faster, I'm in a hurry." ”

Since she was going back to take a cold shower, He Changying's time couldn't help but be a little nervous.

"This master, you have a good feeling, you didn't run, but you were fast and steady."

The big black and tall coachman shouted, grabbed the car and ran forward like a fly, and sure enough, it was fast and steady.

He Changying sat on the rickshaw, thinking excitedly and nervously in his heart.

In the upcoming meeting in the afternoon, he had to find a short time to persuade Li Hongzhang to give him at least one battalion of troops to support Pyongyang.

"This is the worst thing, and we have to think of getting a sentry force to deploy on the bank of the Yalu River."

He Changying sighed in his mouth, feeling that the strength of a battalion was not an ordinary difficulty.

Now in addition to the city defense battalion and the Jiang'an artillery defense battalion, there are less than 2,000 Jinwei training troops in Wu Yuren's hands and some remnants of the Renzi army.

As a lion with his mouth wide open, he wanted to take the military horse in the hands of Wu Yuren, who was still calculating his own life a few days ago, to take a battalion, and it is estimated that the difficulty is really not small.

Moreover, He Changying also expressed extreme doubts in his heart about the combat power of these time-honored battalion leaders of the Huai Army.

Since the end of the Sino-French War in 1885, the Qing border has not been fighting for ten years, and the soldiers of these army groups can be said to be some new recruits who have never been on the battlefield.

And those battalion officers and sentinels, except for those who relied on connections and money, and those who slipped around and slapped horses, there were very few who really experienced the big war ten years ago.

What's even worse is that after many years of peaceful life, the Huai Army has developed a decadent atmosphere of corruption at the top and corruption at the bottom, and collusion between flies and dogs.

They regard the profession of the military as a means to support their families and earn money, rather than the responsibility and sacred mission of shedding blood and sacrificing for the country and defending the country's national security.

How could such an army not be on the front line of Asan Chenghuan, and if it had a little contact with the Ninth Brigade of the Oriental Army, it would cry for its father and mother?

How could it be impossible to defend Pyongyang City, which was 20,000 against 16,000, and it was still defending the city of Pyongyang, which was high and thick, and it took less than a day for the Oriental army to easily peck Pyongyang City into the opposite side.

Ye Zhichao, Nie Shicheng, Wei Rugui, these Qing Dynasty bells, from the first rank of the admiral, the second rank of the general soldiers, to the ground, abandoned the city and fled, embarrassed like a lost dog.

These so-called military attaches of the Qing Dynasty are typical in front of the Chinese people, like wolves and tigers, but when they see the foreigners who care about the East or the West, they are as timid as mice!

At this time, in He Changying's heart, what he really wanted to master was actually the students of the Jinmen Martial Arts Academy and the Beiyang Sailor Academy.

These 'seeds' are young, courageous, sharp and proud, have been strictly trained by German military instructors, have enthusiasm and momentum, are not afraid of strong enemies, and are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice.

They are the real elite force of the country and the cornerstone of the nation standing in the forest of the world.

But now He Changying's headache is, how can Li Hongzhang be willing to hand over these people to himself easily?

There are now about 600 students in the Jinmen Martial Arts Academy, which are divided into five subjects: infantry, horse, artillery, engineering, and baggage, and more than 20 people learn hot air balloons and machinery, and more than 50 people learn railways, and the school duration is three to five years.

The Beiyang Sailor Academy has more than 130 students, divided into two majors: driving and pipe wheel, with a duration of five to seven years.

In other words, if Li Hongzhang handed over these trainees to himself, in case he was defeated, there would be a gap of three to seven years between the Beiyang Army and the Beiyang Naval Division in the future, and there would be no outstanding low-level officers to fill the embarrassing situation of the army and the Beiyang Naval Division.

This will even shake the entire Beiyang military foundation.

He Changying was so irritable that she turned her head and saw John Charlie King's photo studio in a daze, it turned out that this coachman actually came here with the car.

He Changying thought about the photos she had spent four photos taken in the sun, and more importantly, when she thought of the plump buttocks under the blonde hair and blue eyes and the delicate and white white Audrey dress with milk.

He Changying felt that the little brother below him began to become hard, and he was making a revolution with enthusiasm.

"Brother, stop, I'll get off here."

He Changying's lustful heart was together, his spirits were greatly lifted, and he hurriedly stopped the rickshaw in a hurry.

He Changying's 'old brother' shouted that the stout man who was shirtless, his body was tanned, and he was sweating profusely, and his legs were so weak that he almost didn't fall to the ground.

A character who came out of the Yamen of Tianjin Customs actually called himself eldest brother, how blessed is this?

He Changying got out of the car and just wanted to pay for the car, but the simple-looking rickshaw driver hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head and said, "My lord, stupid strength is worthless, I don't want money." ”

"Hey, you don't want money! So what do you want? ”

He Changying was suddenly surprised, could it be that within a few days of coming to the Qing Dynasty, she met a hero who ate black?

"I don't want anything, adults, you call me 'big brother', I, I'm leaving."

Before he could finish his words, the black coachman pulled the empty car and ran away.

"It's so simple!"

He Changying's heart was a little touched, a little moved, and then thinking about the blood and candlelight in the streets and alleys of Jinhai Inn last night, he suddenly felt that the career he was trying to complete was so correct.

For the land of our ancestors, for our brothers and sisters, for our own homeland!

He Changying, wearing high-waisted cloth boots, quietly walked into the door of John's photo studio, and saw the beautiful and delicate Audrey standing on a small ladder, struggling to sort out books on a high shelf.

Hey!

He Changying saw that Audrey was panting and engrossed in sorting out those dense books, so she quietly walked over and leaned on the bookshelf next to the wooden ladder with a smile, wanting to see when Audrey would realize her existence and scare her.

Audrey was wearing a close-fitting green linen dress today, with a light yellow ribbon tied around her waist, and above the soft and sloppy snake waist were two towering giant peaks.

The skirt cloth that gently adheres to the curve of her legs and buttocks perfectly outlines her plump and straight peach-shaped buttocks, as well as her straight and delicate seductive thighs.

What made He Changying's heart beat faster was that Audrey's skirt seemed to be a little tight, and the mysterious area between her thighs and lower abdomen was slightly concave.

"Whew, whew-"

Unconsciously, He Changying was already so strong that she was even breathing rapidly.