People are dying, and who is in the way of making some money?

Doesn't the old saying say that death is greater?

In short, Jia Liu didn't think there was anything wrong with collecting some money.

Besides, this money was not asked for by him on his own initiative, but was given to him by someone else.

How chilling would it be if you didn't take it?

They are all from the same flag, and they are all descendants of traitors, and the relationship is stiff, and they will not be able to deal with it in the future?

Do you want common prosperity, so as to establish an unbreakable alliance of the Eight Banners of the Han Army and realize the ultimate ideal?

Putting aside the long-term, the most important thing is that Jia Liu did not collect money for no reason, but out of practical considerations.

People, no matter where you go, you have to have a plan.

It's not fake to go to Jinchuan, and it may not be fake to die, but if you work hard, you may not really die there.

How hard to try?

Is there a better solution to the problem than money?

Jia Liu thought that after arriving in Jinchuan, he had to find a way to get himself a place to avoid death, that is, he didn't have to go to the front line and rush forward with a ladder like a fool, and honestly stayed in the back to watch what grain trucks, management equipment or something, even if he mixed up with the supervision team.

Therefore, he had to get some money.

I have a little money in my pocket, not much.

Jia Juan gave her younger brother fifty taels of silver tickets, and the second sister Jia Lan also took a silver ticket of one hundred taels for her younger brother to defend himself, and his father gave his son the last bit of cash in the family, so Jia Liu had more than one hundred and sixty taels on his body, plus the dozen taels he had just received, about one hundred and eighty taels.

This money, logically, should be enough for Jia Liu to buy a death-free quota, after all, a hereditary cloud cavalry captain is only eighty-five taels a year. But Jia Liu still wanted to go one step further and see if he could buy another low-level martial artist, after all, he couldn't go to Jinchuan for nothing.

It is cheaper to buy an official from Bai Tang'a, and if an incumbent official buys it, it can be discounted, and there are many positions to choose from, so it must be used by good students.

In addition, Jia Liu must have the same intention as him, and there are not a few children who worship Tang A, which will cause the "official price" to skyrocket after arriving in Jinchuan, and he can't even buy tickets if he can't get it with his economic strength.

Therefore, if someone gives, he receives.

The more money, the better.

Only with silver can there be life, and only with life can you do business!

As the saying goes, the big husband does nothing, how different from rotten wood and rotten grass!

No matter what Zu Yingyuan thinks of himself, Jia Liu has no idea of shrouding the body of the Qing Dynasty horse leather anyway.

The strong-willed Jia Liu, let alone an ancestor Yingyuan, even if his old lady Zu Dashou came over, he didn't want to change his determination to collect cashiers and do business.

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The people of the Jianrui battalion came to inform Zhenglanqi Bai Tang'a to prepare to receive the baggage weapons.

Jia Liu, the foreman, went with others to count the supplies, and first checked the war horses issued to them, a total of seventeen, all of which were high-grade Mongolian war horses, and they were better than the big black of Jia Liu's family.

After confirming that there was no problem with the war horse, Jia Liu beckoned Chang Bingzhong and they led the horses one by one, and he also received a white horse.

This is the work of heroism.

White horses are worthy of heroes.

However, these war horses Jia Liu only have the right to use them temporarily, not the right to use them permanently, and they have to return them after they come back from Jinchuan, unless they have military merits and are promoted to military positions, or they are all martyred.

After receiving the war horse, Jia Liu, as the foreman, commanded Yang Zhi and Wang Si, another captain of Sula, to lead people to carry the baggage equipment back.

Not to mention, Bute Habai Tang'a's identity is really good, none of those Sulas dare to disobey the order, even their masters have to listen.

This is the benefit of the "system".

Bai Tang'a's equipment was quite good, and one of them was given a helmet with red tassels hanging from an iron top, a pair of cotton armor, a bow, a saber, and seventy arrows.

In addition, one person was given a pair of cloth shoes, a pair of leather boots, and a quilt weighing eight pounds.

These are actually the basic forward equipment of the forward battalion.

If you are a shotgun striker, in addition to these equipment, you will also be equipped with a shotgun, as well as gunpowder and lead bullet.

A group of children of banner men who have never even been on the battlefield enjoy the same equipment treatment as the forward battalion, because they are not ordinary children of banner men, but worship Tang A.

An officer is not an official, but he is by no means an ordinary big-headed soldier.

To be precise, Baitanga is a reserve officer.

Sulla's weaponry was much worse, with no helmet or armor, only a hat that resembled a hat, and a gray military uniform with the word "soldier" printed on the front.

The weapon was one spear for one person, a saber for the leader, and three eight-force bows and two hundred arrows for the other team.

Because the number of people in the Han army's Zhenglan Banner was small, whether it was Baitang'a or Sula, the Jianrui battalion that distributed supplies only gave six carts.

There are more than 3,000 miles from Beijing to Jinchuan, and it may take a month to march there on two legs alone, so whether it is the forward battalion that set off first yesterday or today's Jianrui battalion, they all use horse-drawn carriages to achieve "quasi-motorization."

Of course, this is related to the children of the Eight Banners, and the local green camp does not have this treatment.

Don't say it, people rely on clothes, and Buddha depends on gold.

Putting on brand new cotton armor and wearing helmets, the group of worshipping Tang Ah disciples looked really eye-catching and refreshing.

Even Jia Liu invisibly became a little mighty, rode on the white horse, and looked like a human.

Half an hour later, there were drums beating in the school field, and there were three links before and after.

Then I saw that the camp gate was opened by the soldiers, and then a group of Eight Banner generals with the top of the Ming armor galloped out of the camp, and the first was the commander-in-chief of the reinforcements, the deputy commander of Manchuria with the white flag, Duerjia.

I saw that this deputy commander, who had served in Xinjiang for many years, immediately looked around at the Baitang'a team on both sides that had been redressed, and with a wave of his right hand, two Xiao cavalry school horses holding small pennants rushed out, one to the east and the other to the west, each waving the flag.

The horn sounded.

Shu Mulu, the wing commander of the Jianrui Battalion, took the reins of his horse and ordered: "Jianrui Battalion, go!" ”

"Let's go!"

More than twenty officers of the Jianrui battalion followed the wing commander.

Hundreds of wagons loaded with sergeants and baggage lined up in three columns from the camp gate, and the dry roads were covered with mud and dust.

"Get on the horse!"

The second-class guard of the Manchurian Eight Banners, Yamantar, shouted, and the Manchurian Eight Banners team, which had been waiting for a long time, immediately turned over and got on their horses, making a sound of iron grinding.

The Mongolian Eight Banners led the Jianrui Battalion Forward School Amantai, the leader of the Internal Affairs Office Guilin, and the Han Army Eight Banners led Alan Bao issued orders to set off one after another.

After a period of chaos, there are teams that have been driven out one after another.

Looking at the large group of men and horses that had already driven out two or three miles ahead, Jia Liu touched the neck of the white horse under his crotch, and finally looked at the majestic and tall Beijing city wall, and led the Han army to embark on the long road of conquering Jinchuan with a rein.

Fate is raging with fire, and I don't know if it can burn through the sky.