Chapter 59: Eagle and Bird

Guangzhou Martial Arts Hall.

Outside the Grand Martial Arts Hall, the camphor tree is bare, and the cold wind blows, adding a bit of bleakness.

In the room, there were dark Guangdong military officers standing below the stage, but there was no noise, and only the voice of General Wang Qinglang echoed in the martial arts hall.

"A man should defend his country! The Guangdong army will prosper, and Guangdong will prosper. China will prosper! I firmly believe that you will not let my expectations down!"

"Christ!" The officers in the audience answered in an excited and neat and loud manner.

If it weren't for the strict orders that the martial arts lecture halls and schools were not allowed to kneel down, they would have been afraid that they would have kneeled all over the ground. Although they could not kneel, no one would dare to sit and listen to the general's advice, and they would not dare to use applause to express their piety. This scene with the characteristics of the Qing Dynasty appeared in the hall.

Ye Zhao looked around the audience, his words were sonorous and powerful: "A little poem is encouraged by you!" He chanted: "A nine-foot man values ​​martial arts, and his sword light is like an electric rainbow; who has never died in his life since ancient times? The world's martial arts are heroes!"

"Zhe!" The officers were all excited, but they didn't know how to vent their feelings.

Ye Zhao smiled and walked out gracefully.

Soon, I don’t know who led the lead, the officers in the audience knelt on the ground and gave him respectfully, but the law did not punish the crowd. The instructor who quickly walked out behind the General King could only pretend not to see it.

The Guangzhou Martial Arts Hall has been open for more than a year, and officers above the Guangdong Army’s management team have been trained in turn. However, Ye Zhao also knew that these officers who had experienced many battles had their own routines in combat, and the textbooks he and Peter compiled were just a supplement to broaden their horizons and enhance their knowledge of combat in large corps, but they must not use dogma to imprison their thinking.

The families of the brave men outside the pass have also arrived in Guangzhou one after another. The meaning of the "Guangdong Army" in China now cannot be understood by literal meaning as one-sided understanding of the region. All the troops of the General Wang, including the local troops in Jiangxi, call themselves "Guangdong Army".

The main task of the martial arts lecture hall is not to teach the war, but to instill "ideals". What instill in them is the pride of the Chinese, the pride of the Guangdong army under the general Wang, the sacred mission of protecting the family, and the sense of honor of saving the people from water and fire.

When accusing the crime of the bandit, he did not forget to criticize the Hunan Army with corrupt military discipline. The official army was the source of chaos in the country, and of course it vaguely reflected the ancestor of Beijing City behind the Hunan Army's official army.

In addition to the obscure criticism of the Qing system and the admiration of Guangdong's reform, loyalty to the emperor was cleverly mutated into loyalty to the general. In the Guangdong army, there were signs of "knowing the general but not the emperor".

The best way to instill ideals is to improve their national identity and pride. This is true between the East and the West, and the East will not talk about it. The West, such as the so-called "American spirit of founding", etc., can often make the people excited and excited. The martial arts lecture hall cleverly combines Guangdong, the country and the supportive generals into one. In reality, it is the most clever way to gather people's hearts.

This is naturally Ye Zhao's political trick. Politics is often deceiving the hearts of the people. Ye Zhao only hopes that he can be an exception and will not disappoint them in the future.

When he returned to the Prince's Mansion, as soon as he entered the mansion, the chief manager Chang Shun came happily to report: "The prince is very happy. The prince is here in Guangzhou, and he is in the flower hall." Chang Shun followed the prince since he was young, and since he knew that the prince and the prince had a deep relationship. When the prince got married, the prince was still young, but he was unhappy for several days.

Ye Zhao was slightly stunned. The big princess was the old name given to the eldest sister who married far away from Mongolia by the old mansion. Especially Chang Shun, he would definitely not abuse this title.

"Sister?" Ye Zhao's voice trembled slightly. This has been missing for many years. My elder sister has been married to the Chechen Khan tribe in Outer Mongolia. After getting married, she has never returned to Beijing. But, it has been so many years.

Although I am not a mother, my elder sister has been very close to me since I was a child. When I first came to this world, my elder sister was just six years old and often secretly came to tease me in my baby. Once, when there was no one, I pointed to the apple on the table and asked for it. No, the big red apple was placed there, which made people very hungry.

My eldest sister was confused and bit the apple and fed it to herself. She was accidentally choked. But when her mother saw it, she immediately scolded her, thinking that it was her concubine who instructed her to harm her.

The eldest sister cried for several days with grievance, but her eyes were red and she still came to see her, and she made a grimace and made her burst into tears.

When I was "can" walk, my elder sister took me around the entire palace. Playing hide and seek in the back garden was her favorite. I was so happy during that time.

I was seven years old and my elder sister married far away from Mongolia. The day before, my elder sister hugged me and cried all night, wiping her tears and reminded herself: "Jingxiang, you should be successful when you grow up. You must come to see your sister and promise me, okay?"

The earnest words are still in my ears, but it has been more than ten years in a flash.

"Hurry, take me there!" Ye Zhao was so excited for the first time, and even tripped by the steps while walking quickly and almost fell down.

The servants who followed the great generals and kings were stunned, but Chang Shun felt warm in his heart. The master was nostalgic, and he was like this to the great princess and to his servants.

Flower Hall Yasu.

Ye Zhao quickly walked into the hall, and his eyes were inseparable from the noble lady Mingxiu who looked at him with a smile. Her eldest sister was named Jingzhen. As her name was, she was always so quiet, elegant and gentle.

"Sister!" Ye Zhao walked a few quick steps, his eyes a little wet.

"You, have you grown so big?" Jingzhen smiled, but her eyes turned red. She hurriedly picked up the handkerchief and wiped it gently.

"Yes, Jing Xiang has grown up!" Ye Zhao felt sour and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

In the hall, there were two men dressed in Mongolian nobles, all of whom were shiny and shiny in gold rings and silver. They served roughly and had a tough face. One of them saw Ye Zhao's style, a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Ah, don't just talk to me, come on, this is your brother-in-law, this is King Wulihan." Jingzhen began to follow and was busy introducing Ye Zhao.

Jingzhen married the fifth banner of Chechen Khan West Road Zazak (the banner owner), Bojirebele Qinggertai.

Those who looked down on Ye Zhao were Qinggerthai's brother Ulihan, who attacked Zazak, Krulunbar and Chechen Khan on the 11th Banner of the East Road of the Chechen Khan.

Qinggeertai was extremely enthusiastic, laughed and hugged Ye Zhao, and was very intimate. He patted Ye Zhao's back and said, "I often hear your sister mention you. From now on, we will be Anda and brothers."

Not to mention the common people in the four outer Mongolian tribes, even the princes and nobles are still a few of them. Qinggeertai loved his wife and worked hard over the years. He speaks Chinese proficiently, while Wulihan's Chinese is much stiffer. He and Ye Zhao held hands according to Manchu customs, and there was a hint of arrogance on his face.

The servant presented the incense tea, and Ye Zhao asked with concern: "Why don't sister write a letter?"

Jingzhen smiled gently and said, "I'm just thinking about it. Your brother-in-law, you are here to help the war with King Khan. I thought about it and come to see you. I'll follow you? I've been staying in the capital for a day and didn't have time to write to you. I just thought, let's talk about it later. This is a messy battle, and the letter is not easy to pass on, right?"

Ye Zhao sighed softly in his heart. The eldest sister's mother died early, and she thought she had no nostalgia for the royal palace in the capital.

He smiled and said, "Does my brother-in-law and King Khan come to help King Senggelinqin defeat the thief?"

Wu Lihan interrupted proudly with a look of face, "The warriors on the Khalkhama are more fierce than the evil wolf and more agile than the fox! My 500 warriors in each tribe, and they are all invincible eagles!"

Ye Zhao looked at him with a smile, but did not answer his words.

Jingzhen knew the uncle's temper and laughed in her heart, thinking that my younger brother is strange and elves. If you say a few more words that he doesn't like to hear, he will suffer.

I still remember that when my brother just knew how to walk, he was as smart as a monster. His idea was shocking. When he was three years old, he invented a chess tool to play with himself. That time was my happiest day.

Looking at his younger brother with a smile, Jingzhen said, "You are a little deserted here."

Ye Zhao knew what his sister meant and laughed dryly. Not that, Rong'er went to school, and Jinzhao's breasts were in Foshan again, in the huge royal palace, and no one greeted her when her sister came. It was indeed a bit unreasonable.

Jingzhen smiled and said to Qinggeertai: "Look, when the youngest sister grows a few years later, she will point it to Jingxiang as her concubine. I guess Jingxiang can cure her little temper and play tricks."

Qinggertai followed his beloved wife's advice and said with a smile: "Okay."

Ye Zhao was so sad that he had heard of such relatives, Qinggeertai and Wulihan's younger sister, who had just been born, passed away. He should be less than ten years old. One young man is a headache. How can two be withstood? Especially when he heard what his sister said, the young man likes to dance with swords and guns, which sounds like a tragic character.

Wu Lihan said proudly: "My youngest girl is young, but she is flowing with the noble blood of her father's sweat. In the future, she will marry an eagle on the horse's back, not a bird from the south."

Qinggeertai frowned and said nothing. This big brother didn't understand the etiquette of the southerners at all.

Ye Zhao shook his head helplessly, why did he become a southern bird? However, he had no disgust towards this rough Mongolian man.

Jingzhen chuckled, "Uncle, my younger brother is not a weak bird! His literary and martial arts are the best in the world; Uncle may have never heard of Kong Ming, so he will tell you his story. Leading troops to fight does not rely on brute force, and strategizing to win a thousand miles. This is a great hero."

The Mongolians did not have so many rules, and Jingzhen gradually adapted to it, so she talked happily in front of her uncle.

Ye Zhao coughed twice, feeling quite ashamed.

Wu Lihan looked horizontally and didn't think that this little face was not like a great hero. To be honest, the younger brother and sister did know a lot and gradually won his respect. However, he was a woman and he didn't need to be a hero on his back; but this man had no choice but to be a sissy attitude, but there was nothing to be desired.

He then thrust his chest and said loudly: "Okay! Jingxiang, you bet with me three games! If you win, I will beg you my sister! If you lose, don't covet the snow lotus on our grassland!"

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Forget it!" He thought to himself that he was a little savage, who would care about it?

But seeing that his sister winked at him, Wu Lihan looked contemptuous and Qinggeertai felt a little ashamed. Then he knew that if he did not accept his challenge, his sister would be blind. The weakness of the southerners would be passed down from Wu Lihan's mouth to Mongolia in the past. The most brave generals in the south were all wine bags, let alone others?

Ye Zhao was shocked to find out why this problem rose to national justice in a blink of an eye? Is it because he was sensitive? No matter what, it had a bit of this meaning.

Jingzhen smiled and said, "My third game of Wen Dou, I think my uncle won't mind..."

Ye Zhao's thoughts were turned and he waved his hand to interrupt his sister's words. He smiled and said, "Then let's play with Brother Wulihan. According to your custom, Nadamu is called Nadamu, right? How can I fight but Brother Wulihan be the leader." Although the sister kept winking, Ye Zhao just said nothing.

Wu Lihan finally looked at Ye Zhao with his eyes in front of him. This southern man still had some backbone. Then he grew up and his body was like an iron tower, with unparalleled power. He shouted: "Okay! Just compare to archery, strength, Bokbayeredhu!" Bokbayeredhu was wrestling.

Just as Jingzhen was about to speak, Ye Zhao was already smiling and said, "Okay!" Jingzhen frowned slightly, thinking that his younger brother's official position was getting bigger and bigger, but he became arrogant?

Ye Zhao smiled again and said, "But this bet, if Brother Wu Lihan wins, I will follow Brother Wu Lihan's affairs. Also, Brother Wu Lihan loses, I will obey my instructions."

Wu Lihan said proudly: "I lost, let you give me your order!" He is a famous Mongolian warrior. Whether it is bow, arrow, archery, shooting, or wrestling, there are few opponents in the four divisions of Outer Mongolia. How could he take a small southerner seriously?

Ye Zhao smiled slightly: "Okay, that's it!" Clapping his hands, several guards flew in, and Ye Zhao asked them to go to the martial arts field to arrange this way. Then he stood up and smiled and invited Wulihan, Qinggeertai and his sister to go to the martial arts field together.

Seeing that his younger brother was calm and calm, Jingzhen felt a little relieved, and said she didn't know what other bewitching ideas.

The martial arts field of the County Prince's Mansion was paved with blue bricks, which was extremely spacious, with swords, guns, swords and halberds on the frame on the east side. When he heard that the General King was going to fight with the Mongolian Khan, Bakshsuna rushed over. More than a dozen guards in the field even rubbed their fists and palmed their hands, waiting to see how the General King defeated the Mongolians' tiger power.

Looking at the target that was more than 200 steps away, Wu Lihan frowned. Jingzhen's belly was funny. My younger brother knew that he would not be able to compare with him. In this way, he could not even hit the target and be able to judge the situation.

Sure enough, Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Brother Wulihan, this first game is considered a peace match!"

Wu Lihan's face was as heavy as water and said, "How come you know I couldn't shoot?"

Ye Zhao smiled slightly and raised his hand. An guard immediately sent his special rifle. Ye Zhao raised his gun and fired several shots in succession. However, he saw the red dots of the bullseye from afar. Soon a guard ran over and said loudly: "Everyone hit the bullseye!" As he said that, he took off the target and walked quickly, and immediately the guards cheered thunderously.

Wu Lihan looked at the target with an incredible look on his face, and then looked at the musket in Ye Zhao's hand, his eyes full of shock.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "I am used to using muskets. It is unfair to compare shooting with Brother Wulihan. If Brother also uses muskets, he will lose to me. If I use bows and arrows, I will not be my opponent. Of course, Brother said that he is comparing archery, then I can lose one game."

Seeing Wu Lihan staring at his rifle, he smiled and handed it on it, saying, "If you don't believe me, please give it a try. Look like this, there are still a few bullets inside. Be careful, be careful..."

"Bang", a piece of gravel was knocked away on a rockery at the oblique angle. The servant next to the rockery was so scared that he took a few steps back, his face pale.

The deafening sound and momentum made Wu Lihan tremble and the rifle in his hand landed on the ground.

A guard next to him quickly picked it up and said, "This thing cannot be touched randomly, it will cost human life." Ye Zhao glared at him, and he did not dare to say anything again.

Wu Lihan was even more scared. Seeing that the musket was so powerful, he changed his fear.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "How to compare the strength in the second game?"

Wu Lihan came back to his senses for a while. Today's shock was the first time since he was born. Although he had heard of the name of muskets, it was said that the bullet was complicated and gunpowder was afraid of rain. He thought that bows and arrows could resist it, but he didn't expect that these two types of equipment were simply incomparable, just like hungry tigers and sheep. When the bows and arrows faced the muskets, they were obviously vulnerable.

The unique skill that he had been proud of for many years suddenly seemed so weak, and his faith collapsed. Wu Lihan's mind was buzzing. After a while, he said sadly: "I lost, I lost."

"Then how do you compare the strength and strength?" Ye Zhao asked again.
To be continued...