"It's all because I didn't understand the Governor's painstaking intentions, and spent the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. Adult Haihan, ah......"

In front of the Governor's Palace of Nebuchu, Fukangan and Baron Falarev, the Governor-General of the Amur River, walked out of the gate with affectionate expressions, and the two of them laughed and boarded a carriage parked at the foot of the steps, and then came to the material storage warehouse of Nebuchu.

The interpreter translated Fukangan's superficial reparation more profoundly in a more gentle tone, and Farareev didn't know whether he was really satisfied or pretended to be generous, and said with a happy expression: "General Fu is too polite. We are close allies on the same side, and this inconspicuous misunderstanding will let it go away. We don't have to keep it in our hearts. On the contrary, I think it is still a wonderful misunderstanding, which allows us to have more contact and understanding, and gives us a deeper understanding of each other's close friends. A long future and a bright future await us...... "Farareev's words are much easier to translate than for Fukangan.

Looking at the smile on Falareyev's face and listening to his words, even Fukangan, who was wary of Russia, couldn't help but have a good impression of him. In an instant, the temperature inside the carriage became warm and friendly.

Now the target they are going to is the material reserve of Nebuchu, which not only has 90% of Nebuchu's grain reserves and salted meat, cloth, salt, tea, etc., but also has one of the most prosperous streets in Nebuchu - in addition to Russians, there are also smugglers in Nebuchu The shops are also gathered here, although these shops opened by smugglers will only open for a day or two every once in a while, but more than a dozen Russian shops are open for a long time, alcohol, tobacco, gambling, and even women, Dozens of shops of all sizes make this the most prosperous area in the city of Nebuchu.

As soon as the people got out of the carriage in front of the entrance of the warehouse, they could see that the door of a haberdashery store at the entrance of the warehouse was crowded with people, and there was a faint smell of wine wafting out, which was very strong. As soon as Fukangan smelled the smell, his intuition told him that this was a burning knife. I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of spit in my mouth.

The Russians, who are short of food, don't know how to make wine, but they have silver mines that can produce silver.

The smugglers, although they always transport some grain, this is a prerequisite for the Russians, and they obviously do not prefer to transport goods of higher value except for the grain that must be transported. Baijiu is one of them.

Participating in the northeast, low-grade spirits such as roasted knives and sweet potato roast were continuously sent to the north.

In this cold place, Fukangan, who was still quite complaining about the Russian alcoholism, quickly understood the reason, the winter here is too cold, and a sip of spirits can be of great use in many cases.

Outside the crowd were two vendors of dried fruits and cigarettes, not Russians, neither of them very old, only thirteen or fourteen years old, with braids on their heads. There are quite a few of these vendors in this generation, and the people who open the shops are definitely much taller than the vendors.

But Fukangan did not know that diagonally opposite him, diagonally opposite the small shop next to the entrance to the warehouse, at the entrance of the 'commercial street' of Nebuchu, a figure was slowly freezing on the roof, carrying a long stick wrapped in thick cloth and leather, but judging from his careful movements, the 'long stick' would definitely not be a piece of wood, but more likely a gun.

In fact, it was a gun, or an improved version of the Shiki Rifled Gun, that is, a rifled gun.

The gunman's surname is Fu Mingen, Fu En, it sounds like a banner man, but he is not a flag man, nor a Mongolian, he is a Han Chinese. Originally, it was the green camp of Zhili, and it ran with it, from Zhili to Chengde, from Chengde to the Northeast, and then now.

It turned out that he was a soldier in the Green Battalion, and Fu En didn't have any blood debts, but Chen Han's punishment of the Qing soldiers was too heavy, even in the Green Battalion. To be precise, Fu En was frightened, so he followed the Manchu Qing Dynasty all the time, but Fu En never expected that he would end up running to the northeast thousands of miles away from home, this ghost place is too cold and bitter.

He also wanted to run back. He is a Han man, he can sneak back to the mainland quietly, as long as he changes his name, Fu En believes that he will change his face. But it takes silver! Fu En didn't have any money in his hand, so he needed a sum of money, so under the leadership of some force, Fu En received a big deal. He was a sharpshooter, with a career as a rifled gun shooter for nearly half a year and a half, and he still had an improved Shixi rifle gun intact.

He doesn't have any money, but he has good marksmanship, and he can still use this to make money.

Rifled guns are very powerful on the battlefield, and they are even more powerful when they are used to shoot cold guns for assassination.

As for the person to be killed, Fukangan, the general of the Remnant Qing Dynasty, Fu En didn't care.

If he can kill Yonghui, he will be even happier, and if he doesn't take the reward, he will run back to China immediately, and he believes that the current Chen Han court will definitely not treat him badly. So, don't say loyalty to a 'traitor'.

Fu En's fixed money was two ingots of twenty taels of silver ingots, and there were sixty taels of silver at the time, that is, the transaction was one hundred taels. Fuen's eyes were full of silver, and he was willing to kill.

Yesterday Fu En received the rule, and the target will come to the entrance of the warehouse today, and he has looked at the terrain and found a good location.

One hundred taels of silver, he can exchange it for 1,500 yuan when he gets to the south, and even if the formalities are removed, more than 1,000 yuan is enough for him to settle down.

When he settles down, he will be able to marry a daughter-in-law, and then pass on the lineage to the old Fu family......

Fu En carefully poked his head out, his eyes were very good, he didn't need to use a telescope to see a yellow flag cotton armor Fukangan, today's Fukangan was obviously specially taken care of, the copper nail bubbles on the cotton armor were bright and flashing eyes, and the lightning rod on the head was very recognizable.

Fu didn't pay any extra attention to Falareyev, even though Falareyev was standing next to Forcanan.

"Selling pine nuts, nine taels of pine nuts and half a pound of black bread......"

A child who was still at the entrance of the warehouse didn't know when he had left the crowd, and the childish shouting came to Fu En's ears, and Fu En's expression was grim, this was the signal to do it.

This indicates that Fukangan is about to leave the entrance of the warehouse.

With a smile on Fukangan's face, warehouses, grain, in the face of the toughness of the Manchus, the Russians represented by Farareev retreated. Fukangan was already in reverie about the excitement of the whole army after he transported the grain back to Daxing'an Mountain.

Then at this time, he felt a pain in his chest, as if he had been punched heavily, and the whole person fell backwards unsteadily.

Without a single last word, Fuen's bullet opened a large hole in his cotton armor and broke his heart. In the last eye of Fukangan's love for the world, all that imprinted into his eyes was a smile cracked at the corner of Falaleev's mouth, that was a smile, right? The smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth in an instant, and when he looked at it again, it was as if it had never appeared.

Faralev's face showed great surprise and panic, and he immediately threw himself on the blood-dripping body of Forcanan, and his attendants instantly blocked him behind him, as if to protect him. Fu En had already left by this time, and when he saw Fukangan falling, he immediately slid down to look at the roof of the house and quickly left from behind the street. He didn't even want that gun.

Chen Ming, who was far away in Nanjing, definitely didn't expect that a famous Manchu general in the original time and space had already passed away like this, and Fukangan had not caused any damage to Chen Han, let alone avenged his father, so he fell forever.

The scene was a mess. Farareev no longer pretended to lie on the body of Fokangan and wept bitterly, he was going to the carriage, he was leaving here. The barbarian, who was supposed to be, had gone to God, and he didn't want to stay with a corpse for a quarter of an hour.

It made him feel sick.

The blood of the barbarians is as tainted as the color of their skin.

When Falaryev saw the blood on his chest and hands, a flash of disgust flashed across his face. It's disgusting. When he got back to the Doge's Palace, he had to take a bath and wash away all the blood, and the clothes he loved so much would be thrown into the fire, which was disgusting, and it was stained with the blood of that lowly barbarian.

Ever since those remarks came out of the Beijing Palace, he has become a thorn in the side of Faralev. What could be more disgusting than a man who causes trouble for his own ambitions?

What is Faraleev's 'grand plan'? That is to tame the Eight Banners, to turn the Eight Banners into a more obedient hound than the Turgot, like the Buryat Mongols of the past, they are the dogs of the Russians.

But what does Fukangan mean? That is to make the Eight Banners a small kingdom with a certain degree of autonomy, just like the relationship between North Korea and China in the past. This was something that Farareev could not allow, so he made the decision to take out Forcanan.

Anyway, he had reached a new supply agreement with the Manchus, and in the next half month, he would distribute half of the inventory in the Nebuchu warehouse area to the Eight Banners. Falaleev believed that these grains and materials would allow Eight Banners to ignore Forcanan's death.

That's just a dead man, and the living should be more interested in their own interests, shouldn't they?

However, Farareev thought too simply about the attendants around Fukangan.

These people are all close associates of Fukangan, and even after several lifetimes of domestic slaves and loyal servants of the Fucha family, they are too familiar with Fukangan. The body of Fukangan, who was slowly stiffening, could not speak, but the hatred on the face of the dead Fukangan was not only shocked, but also this sudden assassination, and there were too many doubts about Faralev, who provided the time and place.

Just as Fararev was about to pass by, the captain of the Fukangan's guard suddenly grabbed Farareev's right arm, and the latter's tall body was violently slammed, lost his balance, and fell to the ground. Farareev let out a scream.

At the same time, several Fukangan guards took out their handcuffs and swords and rushed towards Farareev's attendants and guards!

They are not politicians, and they don't need to take care of the bigger picture. The only thought now of these loyal warriors of the Fucha family is to kill Farareev and avenge their master.

Falareev, who was born in the army, was not a pot-bellied incompetent, although he was caught off guard, he reacted immediately, and his whole body was like a big sloth hanging on the arm of the captain of the Fukang Guard, and then he couldn't draw the knife out.

The entrance to the warehouse was in chaos.

First there was the sound of gunfire, and then there was a fire, and the people who were selling alcohol in the haberdashery store immediately shouted in fright, and many people hugged their heads and ran around.

A Russian guard drew his saber to rescue Falareev, but was stopped by an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a knife in his hand. The waist knife blocked the saber chopped down by the guards, and then the blade shook slightly, the wrists of the Russian guards were already bloody, but they were directly cut open by the waist knife, and before he could react next, the waist knife was like a cold light, and it had already wiped his throat.

Shots rang out, and people fell on both sides. Like a large sloth hanging from the arm of the captain of the guard, Falaryev had no next move. Because his head was cut off with a knife, and blood spurted wildly.

Both sides formed an indissoluble hatred, and with the sound of screams, the Russian troops stationed in the entire warehouse were quickly rushing towards the entrance.

There were only thirty or forty guards in Fukangan, and only half of them followed him to the warehouse area, so the end result was that everyone died. Either he was stabbed to death with a bayonet, or he was beaten into a sieve by a bullet......

But the Russians seemed to have been lucky, and just after the stupid Russian soldiers had killed all the guards in Fukangan, they were about to continue to massacre the other half of the guards, and then when they entered the palace and captured the Tatar emperor to pay for the life of the governor, they were stopped by the officers who still had their senses.

The officers of the Russian army were almost all nobles.

Not to mention the ability of these people to fight wars, everyone has some political acumen to some extent. These people are well aware of the current situation in Russia, and in the far east, if Russia wants to resist the strong military pressure of the Chinese, they must rely on the Tatars. Russia must not break with the Tatar emperor.

"Did Baron Farareev die in vain? This is a great disrespect to the Russian Empire. "At the northern end of the Great Khingan Mountains, Tseberk Dorji roared. He drew his waist knife, looking like he was ready to start a war against the remnants. A Russian official opposite him, who was frightened, hurriedly spoke out to reassure her.

When Gao Shida in Hulunbuir learned the news, he reported the news to Nanjing, and the time had already entered April.

The real spring in the land of the Outer Northeast has arrived.

Gao Shida is catching rats, but the progress doesn't seem to be smooth......