Who the hell fired the shot?

After the shooting of the team leader, the sacrificial Manchu and Mongolian elements who occupied the camp fell into great panic and self-blame.

In everyone's minds, the only one who can save them and change the national policy of the imperial court is Lord Jia Jia, the leader of the team.

Many sacrificial elements thought that even if Lord Jia Jia did not support their actions, he must be sympathetic.

Therefore, as long as the incident can be handled by Lord Jia Jia, not only will their demands be satisfied, but the nature of this incident will not be characterized as a rebellion.

However, the sudden sound of gunfire made everything irreparable and caused the incident to slide completely into the abyss.

"The man must be found, immediately, quickly!"

The backbone member and team leader, Ambu, believes that the top priority is to find out the person who fired the shot, question him about the reason for the shooting, and then tie him up and send him out in exchange for Jia Jia's forgiveness.

However, no matter how the backbone of the sacrificial faction investigates, who fired the gun has become a mystery.

"There are so many people, how can you not find out who fired the shot!"

The outrage of the leader of the incident, Counsellor Zartu, did not help, and if it could not be detected, it could not be detected.

"I don't know what the adult's injuries are, but if I suffer misfortune because of this, we are all sinners."

The backbone of the Darranthai had a pained expression, and his mind kept thinking of the battle scene of their ancestors that night by the campfire, the scene of the battle of their ancestors that Lord Jia Jia had drawn for them, and the spirit of sacrifice necessary to revive the Eight Banners.

The ten words "born into the military aircraft and died in the Purple Light Pavilion" were as deeply seared in his heart as a soldering iron.

But now, this heart is dripping blood.

"Damn, really damn it, which bastard shot it!"

Newdberg clenched his fists and his neck covered with bruises, desperately worried about Lord Jia Jia's gunshot wounds.

If it weren't for Master Jia Jia, he would have already lost his life for slashing the children of the Han army.

It can be said that Master Jia Jia is not only his spiritual mentor, but also his savior.

But now, Lord Jia Jia was hurt by their abnormal movements, which made Newdberg almost collapse.

However, in addition to Lord Jia Jia's injury, the fact that the sacrificial elements are even more desperate has also appeared.

With that gunshot, the nature of their heavenly punishment has completely changed, and now they have become complete anti-thieves.

After the shooting, no one from outside came to negotiate with them. Even the people they sent out were stopped back.

The camp was like isolation, with no contact, no news, no affirmative or unsure answers.

The silent, like a man who has run out of oil and a lamp withered, quietly waits for death to come.

"Do we need to hold on?"

Wan Jia's head drooped, and there was no excitement or eagerness when she moved.

"At this point, in order to save the lives of most of the people, I think that General Dingxi should be released, and then go out of the camp and surrender."

The backbone Darnit made the most desperate assumption, that is, the court would not forgive them as a backbone.

But if their sacrifice could save most of them alive, Dalnit thought it would be worth it.

He believed that even if they failed this time, their purpose and the spirit of Heavenly Punishment would definitely be transmitted back to Jingshi, and then every family and every child of the Eight Banners would know that there was a group of hot-blooded young people in the distant Jinchuan who were using their blood to save the Eight Banners!

"How can you surrender!"

The backbone Infiniti denounced Dalnit for shaking the morale of the army, insisted on waiting, and asked him to lead people to strengthen the defense of the gate to prevent the soldiers and horses who came to quell the rebellion from rushing in.

"Don't give up until the last minute! Master Jia Jia said that miracles always come at the last minute! ”

Infiniti's insistence was supported by Ambu, Lynk & Co and others, and more than 100 people led by Infiniti and Lynk & Co went to the gate to strengthen the defense.

But despite this, the debate over whether to surrender in exchange for forgiveness continues.

Counselor Zartu never spoke, and as a second-class guard in front of the Emperor, he knew very well that it would be difficult to promote a change in the national policy by relying on their strength alone.

Therefore, he strongly advocated the preservation of General Mingming.

He hoped that Mingliang would recognize the efforts of these hot-blooded men, and characterize the incident with the authority of General Dingxi, but Mingming's attitude was as smelly and hard as a stone in a dungpit, and he was unwilling to write a letter to Governor Fullerhun as he requested.

Now Lord Jia Jia, the only one who can save them, has been shot again, and all peace talks and all the roads to righteousness are locked.

Ahead, there was darkness.

The thought of regret unconsciously gave birth to Zartu's brain, and he didn't know what kind of demon he had fallen into, and he actually wanted to revive the Eight Banners.

The Military Aircraft Department is a place that people desire, and the Purple Light Pavilion is also where Wushang is glorious, but can he really enter these two places?

Watching a group of young hot-blooded youths arguing there, Zartu sighed deeply, as the leader of the incident, his fate was already predictable, and now all he could do was to find a way to reserve some more seeds for the Eight Banners.

Therefore, the general Mingliang must not have an accident.

At the same time, several flagmen came to the large tent where the general was being held.

One of them had a meal in his hand, and it was hot.

The flag-bearers guarding the general were from the second squadron, and those flag-bearers were from the fourth squadron, so it was natural to ask about their purpose.

"Lord Zha asked us to come over and bring some food to the general,"

It was Shi Ertai, the forward from the Manchurian Zhenghong Banner, who spoke, but as soon as his words fell, several companions behind him suddenly rushed forward and stabbed the flagmen of the second squadron in the chest with the daggers in their hands.

"You guys!"

When one of the flag guards fell to the ground, he looked at his companions with puzzled eyes.

Shi Ertai did not speak, but continued to walk into the big tent with the food in his hand.

The general with a slightly confused expression came into view.

Bright saw the bloodied daggers in the hands of several people, as well as several corpses lying outside.

Without any hesitation, Mingliang got up and stood up, and said to Shi Ertai and the others: "There are a lot of them, let's go immediately!" ”

The general mistakenly thought that these people had infiltrated the camp to rescue him.

"Let's go?"

Shi Ertai suddenly threw the food in his hand on the ground, and then hugged his companions, strangling Mingming.

With his mouth covered in his mouth, the bright cry of surprise could not rush out of his throat.

"General, for the sake of the Qing Dynasty, please make sacrifices!"

A sharp dagger slashed through the bright throat, accompanied by the gushing of blood, and the throat of General Dingxi was like a broken skin, and no sound could be spoken.

Holding Mingming, who was spurting blood, stumbled in the tent like a madman, he didn't know why these Eight Banners disciples did this.

Eventually, he fell to his knees and let go of his hands around his neck.

Because, he can't breathe.

Looking at the motionless General Dingxi, Shi Ertai showed a helpless expression on his face, he didn't want to do this, but he had no choice.

On his hands, he was stained with the lives of the first-class guard of the imperial front, Ersai, and several civilian officials who escaped from the camp with Wen Zhongtang.

He was also one of the first batch of members to be sent to the flag officer training camp to mingle with the Manchu and Mongolian children.

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