Chapter 548: The road to revival in China is still growing

No matter how surprised everyone's eyes and expressions were, Liang Pengfei continued to say on his own. "Please don't be surprised, and don't be too surprised. You know, in history, the Huns, Turks, Khitans, and Mongols have all fought in the west, and the Manchus have just imitated the ancestors of those nomadic and fishing and hunting nations. They have all become, and you must be able to do that. I am very optimistic about you."

After Liang Pengfei finished speaking, he burst into laughter. The cigar in his hand shook the ashes and flew around. Only at this moment did everyone gradually recover some of their minds. Heshen's face was as dark as a boiler mechanic, with anger and humiliation flashing in his eyes.

Liang Pengfei laughed, but he didn't care about Heshen's expression at all, and continued: "It took a year for the Mongols of the Turkut tribe to return from the West to the East. I believe that the Manchus who defeated the Mongols would have the ability to reach the West from the East. Of course, I would like to give you a suggestion, go north along the Volga River. There is a city called Moscow. There is a base camp of the Russians and a private place for your compatriots. I believe that your compatriots will be able to complete this great migration in human history. And you can also complete a feat, destroying the Russian Russians who dared to fight with your Emperor Qianlong's grandfather Kangxi in your Manchu hometown. Tsk tsk, when I think about it, I feel excited. If you succeed, you can breathe a sigh of relief for your Holy Grandpa."

With a gurgle, Heshen swallowed with great difficulty, and felt sad and miserable in his heart. "Mr. Liang, it is not easy for the Russian barbarians to deal with."

"Why is it not easy to deal with?" Liang Pengfei looked confused. "Didn't your Holy Master clean up them up?"

"They, their firearms are very powerful..." Heshen buried his head a little low.

"Oh... the firearm is amazing? I remember that the British envoy brought a lot of firearms two years ago. You didn't mean that that thing was useless. You were full of people riding and shooting with bows and horses. You were afraid of firearms. Why are you worried now?" Liang Pengfei was still laughing, but everyone could hear his laughter was a little cold and a bit miserable.

"The Battle of Jaques was a major victory in your Qing Dynasty's foreign war. With three times as many powerful soldiers and generals, they trapped more than 800 Russian invaders in Jaques. They had been trapped for almost a year and finally won the victory. In the end, they signed a Treaty of Nibchu, which was given to the Russians, which was equivalent to two Fujian Provinces, and was a miracle in the history of the world's military. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

After hearing Liang Pengfei's words, all the veterans of the Liang family army behind them laughed heartlessly. "Can you give this to the enemy for free? Fuck, just a damn prodigal." One of them made a very willing evaluation, which was to the Emperor Kangxi.

Liang Pengfei narrowed his eyes, as if he was recalling memories, and as if he was brewing emotions. Then, a long line of Guanghan Expressway rushed out of his mouth, which shocked everyone present to the ground and his chin was dislocated.

Liang Pengfei said passionately: "The reason why the Qing army won the Battle of Jaques was first of all because the war was just, and it received warm support and active support from the military and civilians, especially the people of all ethnic groups in the border areas. Secondly, the Qing army gradually understood and grasped the characteristics of border struggles from a long-term struggle, took effective measures, and made more sufficient preparations.

The victory of this battle was a victory of the long-term repeated struggle of the Qing Dynasty court to defend the border on the vast northeastern border. It defeated Tsarist Russia's attempt to cross the foreign Xing'an Mountains to invade our country's Heilongjiang River basin, curbed the Tsarist Russia's invasion over decades, and basically achieved peace in the next century and a half, composing a song of triumphant anti-aggression struggle." Liang Pengfei ran passionately on the Guanghan Expressway, recalling the report meetings of the Qing Dynasty's brick scholars in later generations. At this moment, it seemed that he was really possessed by a famous giant Yan x-nian who was praised for his eternal makeup of the Qing Dynasty.

Bada, the cigarette butt that Wu was stumbled in his mouth fell to the ground and forgot to pick it up, and looked at Liang Pengfei straight. "I said, "Young Master, aren't you talking nonsense? You can't pull it off?"

Liang Pengfei said seriously, "Can this be called nonsense? How can it be called nonsense? Kangxi lost his family, a bad battle was several times more than the enemy. As a result, he only dared to surround him and did not fight. He survived for a year. In the end, someone even cheated the boss of a piece of land, which was a bad thing that was so powerless and humiliating. People could still let the world's literati and poets dress up for themselves. In the end, everyone thought that Uncle Kangxi had done another great achievement."

"Who dares to say that Kangxi did something wrong? Who dares?!" Ni Ming took a vicious puff of cigarettes. "Don't forget the literary inquisition. Who dares to talk about political affairs in the world? Who dares to say that the emperor is wrong? Even if you haven't said it before, just fart, they can find a reason to say that you are against the Qing Dynasty and say that you have the will to rebel."

Listening to the conversation between Liang Pengfei and his subordinates, Heshen felt that he was extremely difficult. He could not find any reason to refute when he heard the vicious mockery and sarcasm. Fortunately, Liang Pengfei soon noticed that there was a Qing prime minister beside him, and before he finished his work, he actually went off topic.

Damn, Liang Pengfei felt that he was like a poor and lower-middle peasant who was recalling the bitterness and thinking about the sweetness and accusing the feudal darkness of the old society. But then he thought about it. Fortunately, he was such a compassionate master. If a group of angry young generals came here, not to mention that there would be a feat of Manchu's movement in history, he would probably not even be able to find a single bone in more than two hundred years, and he would be crushed and ashes to relieve his hatred. If he wanted to find the Manchu people, he would only let the brick family teach the beasts lie in the wilderness and play the game of dust removal.

"Oh, I'm still too kind-hearted." Liang Pengfei naturally praised himself and began to continue to say to Heshen who was sweating: "Isn't it just an igniter? It doesn't matter. I allow you to take all your bird guns away. It's okay if you want to take away your rags. I support you with all my support. How about it? I'm going to give you face?"

Liang Pengfei laughed and patted Heshen's shoulder intimately. "And I believe that nearly one million people have the strength of the Turgut tribes and Mongolia back then. As long as you have the courage to be less than ten thousand and invincible in the Eight Banners, I think the Russians cannot be an obstacle to your westward migration. They will become the spoils under your iron hooves."

Heshen's face was as pale as the white banners swaying on countless new graves standing in the wilderness outside Beijing. Liang Pengfei's words were like heavy hammers, hitting his little heart hard, making his scalp numb and his hands and feet cold.

Although he had never experienced the great migration of the Mongolian tribe of the Turkut tribe, he had heard Qianlong talk about it and many old ministers. He really admired the courage of the Mongols to insist on returning to the East, and the hardships and difficulties along the way were really shocking.

"It's so vicious, but it's really satisfying." After hearing Liang Pengfei's words, Wang Jing couldn't help but praise Liang Pengfei, a bad guy.

"So creative." Wu Gan slapped himself on the thigh with a fierce look. His admiration was overwhelming.

"Happy, it's so good." Ni Ming reached into his pocket with a smile and took out another pack of cigarettes: "Come on, I'll invite you today, one for each person."

Heshen left. Before leaving, he had agreed to Liang Pengfei's request. He was originally quite nervous, but when he heard Liang Pengfei say that he would let the Manchus move westward together, Heshen felt that even if he hanged himself in Beijing now, he would be willing.

Liang Pengfei just casually warned Heshen that it would be best not to leak this news for the time being, otherwise there would be riots in the crowd and people died, and then he would not blame himself. Even if Liang Pengfei did not warn him, Heshen would make up his mind to die and not say anything.

Liang Pengfei patiently explained about his subordinates’ questions. "Everyone in the world knows that Heshen is a corrupt official and a treacherous villain. I'm afraid that you think so, but have you ever thought about a problem? Everyone in the world knows it, so why can't you beat him up?"

"Qianlong favors him, protect him." One of them replied.

"That's right, it's because the emperor protects him, so he can't. In other words, the biggest source of corruption in the world is not the officials, but the emperor, treating the law as nothing, and acting according to his will. If we want to establish a new regime, the first thing we need is stability, and we can all let Heshen go, then what about other officials? Naturally, we can feel at ease for the time being."

"But sir, in this way, the world is still the same as when Qingting was?" Wang Jing asked sharply.

Ni Ming, who already understood Liang Pengfei's meaning, explained: "Don't forget, what our courts and procuratorates do, and what the public security bureau does, these three powers will be completely separated from the hands of the government and will be ours."

"...I can't be anxious. To be honest, I never believe in people's ethics. I only believe in one thing, that is the law. Without this thing, let alone the officials of the Qing Dynasty, even our officials will definitely be bound to accept bribes according to law in the future." Liang Pengfei smiled a little a little awkwardly. "Have we overthrew the rule of the Qing Dynasty? No, because the people of the Jiuzhou of China have become numb by these more than 150 years of oppression and deception. In their eyes, there is no difference between who is the emperor, and who will rule, and there is no difference. Everything I want to do today is just the beginning of overthrowing the Qing Dynasty's rule. This is just the first step. The road to revival in China is still long."
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