Chapter 546: Old man, our Qing Dynasty is indeed gone...

In 1795 AD, at dusk on July 15, 60th year of Qianlong, the head of the Qing Dynasty military aircraft, Heshen, on the order of Qianlong, the last monarch of the Qing Dynasty, took the jade seal of the Qing Dynasty, "Sired the Heaven and received the order of the Qing Dynasty to the Treasure of the Qing Dynasty" and led a group of Qing nobles and princes to leave Beijing City and go to the Liang family army camp, expressing to Liang Pengfei the Qing court's willingness to surrender unconditionally.

On the 15th of July, Qianlong hanged himself in the Taimiao, blocked by his eunuchs, and carried him back to the Yangxin Hall of the Forbidden City to rest. Prince Yongyan and a group of princes and grandchildren all served in front of the bed. In the Forbidden City, there was already a gloomy cloud...

In the early morning of July 16th, just after midnight, the bannermen and Han people in the inner city of Beijing and the Han people in the outer city had just fallen asleep in panic. Not long after, the Liang family army began to take over the guards of the Beijing gate from the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty.

At the early morning of July 16th, when the Eight Banners of the Banners of the Banners were disarmed and began to withdraw from Beijing in an orderly manner, entering the prisoner-of-war camp temporarily established next to Ditan. At the time of Yin, the Liang family army's Special First Division blocked the Imperial City, the Second Division, and the 92nd Division began to be on duty in Beijing. The Artillery Brigade and the Second Division were responsible for guarding the prisoners of war outside the city. At this moment, the Beijing city was still peaceful.

At the time of Chen, Liang Shuisheng, commander of the Liang Family Army's Special First Division, led a team to disarm the guards of the Qingting, the four gates of the Imperial City. Although one or two rebels who were unwilling to fail occasionally appeared, in front of the Liang Family Army's armed army, they did not even have the chance to resist, and they were strangled one by one to survive.

However, perhaps the terrifying combat power and lethality of the Liang family army had already made these Qing officers and soldiers and even the people tremble. Therefore, resistance was only a very small number, and the strict military discipline of the Liang family army did not evolve into a terrible riot or military disaster, and everything was going on in an orderly manner.

That night, another rain fell, but it was much lighter than the heavy rain in the early morning of July 15. Wu Laoqi, the old Han man living outside Beijing, opened his eyes and spent the whole night in panic and uneasy. At this time, he was a little sleepy, but was awakened by the rain that hit the tiles again.

"Old man, go to bed quickly..." Next to him, his wife Wu Chen muttered half-awake and turned over, and Wu Laoqi responded. "I know my wife, go to bed."

Listening to the sound of the rain hitting tiles, I always recalled my experiences over the past few days. A thief actually hit the city of Beijing. Not to mention Wu Laoqi, who was over 60 years old, he had never seen such a thing even when his grandfather was alive.

These days, the officers and soldiers strictly prohibited the people from leaving the city and entering the inner city. Wu Laoqi's small cloth shop was opened near the Chongwen Gate, but these days they did not dare to open the door to do business. After all, although this is the capital of the Qing Dynasty, a few days ago, he heard the terrible cannon sound that seemed to be able to crack the world for a long time. Later, he heard a familiar soldier saying that the Chaoyang Gate and Dongzhi Gate were knocked down by the thieves. From that time on, Wu Laoqi strictly prohibited his son and his pregnant daughter-in-law from taking another step out of the house, and opened the kiln in the backyard. He was not afraid of ten thousand, but afraid that if something happened, the family would hide in in time. Every day, Wu Laoqi was thinking about how many pickles, rice, noodles, and how many days would there be left at home.

From that day on, all the bannermen who occasionally visited the outer city disappeared, and seemed to have retreated to the inner city. The city of the inner city was full of Eight Banners soldiers, and Han people were strictly forbidden to approach.

Yesterday, outside Beijing, the murderous aura was in full swing for a whole day. Wu Laoqi and his family had already hid in the ground kiln. Until the night, they heard nothing, so they came out. When they went out to inquire, they saw that every household looked confused. Everyone didn't know what was wrong. However, some people said that the officers and soldiers were defeated again. The news came into their ears, which really scared the people.

However, at this time, the officers and soldiers paraded through the streets and alleys and posted notices to tell everyone not to panic. The thieves outside the city would not attack the city. Although this was a bit surprising, at least it was what the officials said. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They went back to their own houses, eating what they should eat and sleeping.

But Wu Laoqi always felt uneasy. After all, he was the head of the family and had to make plans for his family. However, as the notices said, there was no movement at all. "Oh, it's hard. This is a mess, and I don't know when it will be a head." Wu Laoqi yawned, moved his body, and finally fell asleep in his heart.

"His father, his father?" Just as Wu Laoqi was sleeping, he heard his wife's low voice coming from his ears.

Wu Laoqi couldn't help but get angry and got up quickly: "What's wrong?"

"My son is in the shop and is looking at the street. There are many people coming on the street. Go and see, they are all carrying the bird gun." As soon as my wife said, Wu Laoqi's face turned blue. "That little beast, I don't know how to hide when the person comes! Hurry up, hurry up."

Wu Laoqi put on a coat in panic and rushed straight to the front yard, shouting non-stop: "San'er, San'er, you little bastard, get out of here!"

"Dad, come quickly, come and see, there are so many soldiers." Wu Laoqi's son shouted excitedly at the gate.

"You are a thirsty person, do you want to live?" Wu Laoqi dragged a thousand-layer bottom and pulled it into his hand and rushed to the shop, but saw his son and daughter-in-law standing at the door and looking at the street.

"Dad, you are here." The wife turned her head and greeted her with her hands, and saw that her father-in-law was holding a thousand-layer bottom in her hand and her face turned black. She quickly reached out and pulled her husband.

"Dad, what are you doing?" San'er turned around and saw his father's appearance, and was trembling with fear. "Dad, don't hit him first, look outside."

"You bastard, I'll pick you up later!" Wu Laoqi cursed angrily, rushed to the window and took a look. He took a breath, then was stunned. He saw a group of strange soldiers wearing black clothes and carrying bird guns on their heads. This was secondly, because he also saw the two sons of Mr. Zhao, the Yanshu, the neighborhood opposite, standing outside, and were actually bragging and spanking with Qiu Ba there happily.

"This... what's going on?" Wu Laoqi rubbed his eyes in disbelief. After looking at it, he was really not wrong. At this time, the second son of Mr. Zhao's family saw this and raised his hand to say hello. "Uncle Wu, what's wrong? What are you watching while standing there?"

"What are you kids?" Wu Laoqi saw the Qiu Ba and looked at him. He couldn't help but mention his heart, and quickly blocked his son, squeezed out an ugly smile and shouted.

"Hehe, I didn't do anything. These soldiers and my cousin are from the family. They just came from Guangdong and I was asking them about it." Zhao Laoer replied with a chuckling.

"Guangdong?" Wu Laoqi couldn't help but be stunned. Seeing the soldiers in black only smiled and nodded, then turned away, without any hostility, which made Wu Laoqi's head turn into a cloud of mucus. "What's wrong with this?"

"Dad, these are the rebels, our Han army. Today they have made friends with the officers and soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, so here is their control." The three of them quickly explained to their father what they had just heard and saw.

"What? The rebels, aren't they the thieves who have been making trouble outside the capital for several days? Oh my god, why have these thieves attacked the city?!" Wu Laoqi's face suddenly turned gray and his legs suddenly became soft.

"It's not the one who fought into the city, dad, they are good people, they don't fight us Han people." The three men quickly supported their father.

"How do you know? Can a thief have good people in this world?" Wu Laoqi said with a trembling mouth, wanting to stand up and run, but his legs are always out of control.

"You, okay, you don't know yet. Early this morning, someone went to various streets to read the notice. The emperor of the Qing Dynasty had announced his abdication and the Qing Dynasty was gone." San'er felt funny and dared not laugh when he saw his father's expression.

"Why? The Qing Dynasty is gone? You little bastard, you dare to say that, be careful that the government will arrest you, I will let you read books for so many years in vain." Wu Laoqi was so scared that his son was so excited that he quickly reached out to cover San'er's mouth, and whispered in a hurry.

"This is Mr. Wu, your son is right. The Qing Dynasty is gone. It is impossible for those Qing Dynasty bannermen to ride on the heads of our Han people to act as a mighty man." At this time, Wu Laoqi heard a hearty laugh coming from behind.

When he turned around, he saw the black-clothed thieves who were bragging to Mr. Zhao's son just now standing straight, following the black pot with a black pot on his head. On the edge of the black pot on his forehead was a shiny five-pointed star inlaid with a strong body and a few hideous scars on his face, he was standing outside his shop with a smile. The person he was talking to was this person.

Behind him were dozens of black-clad thieves dressed in the same way as him. Although they all had smiles on their faces, every time when Qiu Ba came to make trouble, no one had a wicked smile on his face.

"This soldier, I'm paying you my respect." Wu Laoqi was so scared that he bowed quickly.

"Hahaha, old man, you're ruining me. Li can't afford it. Get up quickly." The man helped Wu Laoqi up and said with a smile. "I'm not a military master. You are old and call me a young man. If you don't think so, call me Commander Li. Don't call me Master. I'm still young." This person is Li Xiaoshuang, the commander of the Second Division.

"Well, that Commander Li, our Qing Dynasty is really over?" Wu Laoqi swallowed his saliva with difficulty and asked carefully.

Hearing this, the Liang army behind the Commander Li grinned. Li Xiaoshuang couldn't help but roll his eyes, held back his smile, and nodded seriously: "Old man, our Qing Dynasty is indeed gone."
Chapter completed!