[Comprehensive Qiong Yao+Red Mansion] History is turning a corner

After more than ten days of discussion and sand table deduction, Qianlong decreed that General Bandi would be the commander-in-chief, and Dingbian Left Deputy General Amur Sana and Dingbian Right Deputy General Saral each led the counselors and ministers, respectively. Lu Jin conquered Junggar, and Zhaohui assisted in the military affairs of the North Road, and paid the Prime Minister.

Intentionally or not, Fucha Mingrui was assigned to the West Route Army, while Yong Jue was assigned to the North Route Army.

Looking around, there were ordinary bannermen and soldiers who were full of foul language, Yong Jue couldn't help but smile wryly, when he came back from this expedition, he would really become a reckless man with no language or manners.

"Brother, it looks like you're new here. What's your name? Where's your home?" A big soldier asked Yong Jue, hooking his neck.

Yong Jue showed a sincere and naive smile: "My name is Wu Zaku Yingxian, and my hometown is Shengjing. I came to the capital to seek refuge with relatives. I heard that there was going to be a war. I was recruiting soldiers. My father dreamed of joining the army, but unfortunately his legs and feet are not good enough." Okay, just throw me in." (Hong Zhou, who was walking a bird in the capital, sneezed.)

"Oh~" The people around who were paying attention to this side nodded, it turned out that he was a poor boy with connections.

"What do you call the elder brothers?" Yong Jue asked.

"My name is Wu Zhala Zhuoli, and the few next to me are Hadanara Wuting, Baldachik, Zalari Ketu, and Sakda Solari. We have all been in the infantry battalion for several years." The big soldier pointed to them one by one and said.

"Oh, then I'm so lucky to be assigned to the team of the big brothers." Yong Jue squeezed out a very warm and ingratiating smile, "This is my first time fighting, and I don't know much about it. Please help me, big brothers." Advise, point out any mistakes, the younger brother is grateful, grateful."

Suddenly a crack of a whip sounded above his head, "Don't talk, run fast!" A tall man dressed as a leader riding a black horse shouted, "We're about to go to the battlefield, so please be careful."

"Furthermore, dogs follow people's power." Zalari Ketu spat.

"How do you say it?" Yong Jue was trying his best to inquire about the news at this moment, trying to grasp the surrounding situation as soon as possible.

"That boy," Zalari Ketu pointed at the man who ran to the back and waved his whip, curled his lips disdainfully, "except frightening his own people by flicking his whip, he doesn't know anything, but he has a good relative, I heard that he is Mr. Bandi His distant relatives, the family members found a way to arrange for him to come in, and they hoped to run errands behind Mr. Bandi's ass and earn some military merits to go back."

"Speaking of which, which lord did you follow?" Baldachik interjected.

"Oh, I'm ashamed to say it," Yong Jue rubbed the back of his head and started to make up, "My father and Lord Wushitu are distant relatives."

Someone came to his senses: "But the former Zhenghongqi Deputy Commander Wu Zaku Wushitu who has retired?"

"Exactly." Yong Jue nodded.

"I heard that his aunt and grandma are married to the prince?" Sakda Solari looked at Yong Jue with a new look, "If that's the case, why did you get assigned to the infantry battalion? In any case, you should be assigned to the general. The general will fight there."

"Running errands and getting to know noble people, just pretend I don't want to," Yong Jue curled his lips: "Whoever told me that my father is a stubborn old man, he insists on saying that he can only get the credit for his own ability, so he arranges for me." Go be a soldier."

"It's okay, it's okay, as long as you have real skills, a small soldier can become a general." Zalari Ketu patted him on the shoulder.

There was a burst of laughter all around.

Yong Jue thought dispensably, this is also playing the piano in a bitter gourd field, right?

Bandi and many generals, counselors and ministers marched all the way with the elite selected from the Fengtai Camp. The North Route Army rushed to the Uliasutai Camp in Outer Mongolia, and the West Route Army rushed to the Zhenxi Camp. There, a slight correction was made. Afterwards, he led the Qing troops stationed there to encircle Dawaqi's lair - Ili.

Yong Jue was almost out of breath after driving all the way, only to realize that the good skills he was so proud of were useless at all. He ran from Beijing to Uliasutai without stopping during the day, and it would be better if the cavalry had horses. It's not skill at all! QAQ recalled being carried halfway to the campsite on the first day, and Yong Jue couldn't help but burst into tears. It's really embarrassing that his physical strength can't keep up with the magic horse.

"Yingxian, Solari, Chick, we are this tent." Zalari Ketu jumped and waved his hands.

As soon as Yong Jue walked in, he took a few steps back as if teleporting, with an extremely strange expression: "What's this smell?" He was trying to restrain his desire to vomit.

Ke Tu moved his nose closer, and his face immediately turned green.

Zakda Solari squeezed the thick felt and emphasized: "It's not about the tent."

A patrolling soldier came over and shouted: "You guys, what are you doing standing at the door, why don't you go in?"

Ke Tu pointed to the tent and asked, "Little brother, what is this place for?"

"Here?" The soldier looked around, his dissatisfied eyes suddenly turned into sympathy, "It turned out to be a resting place for injured horses. There are too many of you and there is not enough space, so you moved the horses outside."

(⊙o⊙)!With Yong Jue in a mess in the wind, is it possible that his fame will end on a pile of horse dung?

"This..." Solari couldn't help laughing, "Brother, can you do me a favor and change the place for us?"

The little soldier waved his hands again and again: "I can't be the master of this. Which team lives in which tent is divided."

Seeing what Ketu wanted to say, the soldier picked up his spear and ran away.

"What should I do?" Ketu asked weakly, kicking away the scattered horse dung around him.

Chick wiped his face with a wry smile: "What else can I do? Clean up and go to sleep, you have to train tomorrow morning."

A few people looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, they could only take off their belts and cover their noses, picked up horse manure and threw it far away.

Solari was picking up and throwing away, sweating profusely, and suddenly saw Yong Jue standing still holding the dung, walked over and kicked him: "Hey, why are you stunned?"

Yong Jue pointed to the man who was yelling and waving a whip not far away, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and he whispered with anger: "That guy did it, he just smiled at this side with a smug expression on his face. proud."

Solari threw away the things in his hands, and roared angrily: "Damn it, I'm going to find him!"

"Don't be impulsive," Yong Jue grabbed him, "We don't have evidence, even if we have, it's just a group of soldiers who don't want to live in a smelly tent, who will talk to us?"

Solari was silent.

"Let's go, keep tidying up, it's getting dark." Yong Jue patted him on the back.

Even though he said he didn't care, his heart felt pimples. Even in the palace, others would just satirize him and unite to isolate him. Yong Jue had never experienced this kind of indiscriminate means of revenge.

When he first found out, he really wanted to rush to the handsome tent, reveal his identity, and seek justice for himself.

But, he can't.

Isn't it just to gain access to military power by paying a high price this time?

Once he loses his composure and reveals his identity, won't the plan he's been planning for so long be in vain?

"Dare to insult me," Yong Jue's cold eyes lingered on the other party for a moment, "Let's just wait and see!"

If Aixinjueluo Yongjue didn't make a name for himself, he wouldn't be named Aixinjueluo!

Tossing and turning in the dung-smelling tent, Yong Jue, who was used to rich clothes and fine food, couldn't sleep no matter what, his nose was not his own, and his stomach was rolling and uncomfortable.

Unable to bear it any longer, he sat up and looked at his companion who was snoring loudly beside him, his temples were protruding.

He put on his clothes, stepped out of the tent, and the fresh, cold air rushed into his lungs, and he suddenly felt alive.

"Which team are you on?" A voice still on the voice changer asked suddenly.

Yong Jue was startled, and turned his head suddenly, only to find that there was a soldier with a serious expression standing beside him, who looked about his age, holding a big knife in his hand, his facial features were as sharp as an axe, very masculine.

"Is there something wrong?" Yong Jue asked.

"Don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing outside?" Xiao Bing asked, "Which team do you belong to, and who is the supervisor?"

"My name is Wu Zaku Yingxian. I'm from the Fifth Squadron of the Second Battalion of the Capital Infantry Battalion. I live in this tent. As for why I came out?" Yong Jue stretched his waist, his bones cracked, and he pointed at the tent. , with a smirk on the corner of his mouth, "Don't you know if you put your head in it?"

Xiao Bing looked at him suspiciously, actually poked his head in, and pulled it out almost immediately, his cold star-like eyes glowed with anger: "Are you kidding me?"

"How dare you?" Yong Jue grinned, "It used to be war horses who lived here, and they moved away, but it's hard for me!"

Xiao Bing looked at him for a while, then suddenly said: "Why don't you go to my tent to deal with it all night?"

"Can you live here?" Yong Jue laughed, "We are the last infantry team, only 24 people, and it happens that I and three brothers are left to live here, I'm afraid I will use the ground as a couch in your tent O(∩_ ∩)O～”

But it was also a kind heart, the more Yong Jue looked at this kid, the more pleasing he was, and asked: "Little brother, what is your name, and how old are you this year?"

"Doral Hailancha, 15 this year."

"You can't sleep anyway, why don't you sit here with me and chat?"

"No."

"why?"

"Go to sleep and don't run around."

Xiaobing dropped his hard words and left with a big knife in his hand.

Yong Jue rubbed his nose and thought about it for a long time, then suddenly he slapped his palm: "Oh, is it because Grandpa is so handsome, he is shy!"

The author has something to say:

Poor Yong Jue, I'm afraid he was the first emperor in the Qing Dynasty to be kicked and still sleep on horse dung [cover your mouth and laugh]