Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"Rakshasa?"

The person responsible for commanding this golden transfer is called Harchatay. According to the internal ranking of Batulu within the period, he is ranked tenth, but his strength is enough to enter the top three. The reason why he is ranked at the bottom of the top ten is entirely because Because he asked for it.

Because he is lazy by nature.

I don't want to get involved in the court disputes at all.

In fact, if it weren't for the compulsory selection of Batulu's ranking, he wouldn't want to be Batulu at all.

People like Harchatai were not a minority among the entire Qing Dynasty.

Because everyone came to the customs to earn money and enjoy happiness. Everyone had already had enough of the bitter cold outside the customs.

Most of the Manchus thought this way. The reason why they joined the army and entered the pass was because the weather in the pass was good and the supplies were abundant. They came here to enjoy peace and happiness or to obtain sufficient supplies to pursue a higher martial arts realm.

Few people really care about power, and this is a common problem among all nomads.

Xianyun Yehe is used to living a life full of laziness and illness, and it is not easy to get rid of it.

Harchatay sat in the carriage.

He looked at the map in front of him and played with a fist-sized gold nugget in his hand. This trip is scary, but it is also very dangerous. Harchatay has decided that as long as he can successfully complete this trip, he will resign and take the gold earned from this trip to a beautiful place. place to live in seclusion. Things within the court were left to others to worry about. He just wanted to pursue a higher realm of martial arts.

Harchatay looks nothing like a Manchu because he was born from an intermarriage between Manchus and Han Chinese. In fact, because he lived with his mother when he was young and joined the Kongtong Sect when he was young, his recognition of the Central Plains has always been higher than that of the Manchus.

If I hadn't listened to the instigation of that bastard Eighth Batulu in the early years, I would have been dead.

Harchatai said that he would never betray Kongtong - yes, that's right, Harchatai was the traitor who betrayed the Kongtong sect and almost caused the entire younger generation of Kongtong sect's disciples to be annihilated.

However, almost no one knows that he is actually a Manchu.

Harchatay is a very smart man. In order to prevent being hunted by the Kongtong faction, he faked his own death, and through several large-scale battles, he successfully occupied a high position in the Qing Dynasty. Harchatai was the kind of senior Manchu general who was truly talented and very powerful.

It is precisely because of this that Harchatay was sent to be responsible for the delivery of such an important batch of military expenditures.

The Manchu Qing Dynasty needs this money very much now.

They and the enemies of the Rakshasa Kingdom purchased a large amount of arms, including red cannons and firecrackers. These weapons can help the Qing Dynasty completely defeat the Rakshasa, instead of entering into a torturous tug-of-war.

Harchatay squeezed the gold nugget in his hand into a gold bar about two fingers wide.

Harchatay let out a long sigh.

He has been restless these past two days.

It seemed like something big was about to happen.

"Sir! Two more people from the vanguard are back. They are all injured, and they also said they were robbed by Rakshasa people."

"Where did so many Rakshasa people come from?" Harchatai laughed angrily, "Interrogated carefully, and two people questioned him separately.

If the two of them say the same thing, kill the damn Rakshasa ghost on the spot! "

Harchatai once again used his palms to squeeze the gold that he had just managed to crush into lumps, then squeezed it into twists, and then threw it into the box behind him.

This small box is now filled with gold.

It is conservatively estimated to be over a thousand taels.

This is gold, this is not silver.

Harchatai conservatively estimated that after this trip, he could be as cool as he wanted in his life.

It is enough to establish a sect.

Lock the box.

Harchatay stepped out of the carriage.

His subordinates immediately came over and put mourning on him.

Although Harchatay's heart was filled with displeasure, he did not stop him.

He came up with this plan himself, so naturally he had to do a complete set of the show.

Looking at the endless forests on both sides.

Harchatay became even more irritable because of his inner uneasiness.

"Puff!"

Following two dull sounds, two heads fell to the ground, and blood spurted into the sky like a fountain.

Harchatay seemed completely invisible.

Continue to look at the surrounding environment.

"Send someone to explore the woods ahead to prevent an ambush!"

"Yes, sir!" Two goshawks, all wrapped in thick feathers, flew into the sky, and dozens of Manchu and Qing warriors wearing sackcloth and mourning also rushed into the woods.

The funeral procession continued to move forward.

But there was no more sound of knocking, and the whole team was extremely silent. With the white canvas and coffin, it was like a team of wandering souls from the underworld.

About a quarter of an hour later.

Harchatay frowned.

The eagle never came back, and neither did the man.

It's as if the forest in front of you is a beast that eats people without spitting out their bones. Only this shabby official road is an absolutely safe place.

"No, there's a problem!" Harchatay walked up to the carriage and took out the scimitar inlaid with various gems. He put it on his waist and said, "Speed ​​up and pass through here quickly!"

The entire team immediately sped up.

Quickly shuttle between the trees.

Harchatay's reaction was right, because almost at the moment the entire team accelerated, less than twenty muskets had silently pointed their guns at the entire convoy.

Harchatay's nose twitched crazily.

He smelled a faint smell of blood and felt a needle-like sensation on his skin. It was like being stared at by some wild beast that hadn't eaten for days.

"Sure enough, there is an ambush!" Harchatai's hand was already on the knife, "Send a signal and ask for support!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out with bullets that were so hot that they were red.

Bullets penetrated the air one after another, making a sharp sound.

Ordinary Manchu soldiers were shot through without any time to react, but in the eyes of Harchatai and others, these bullets had tracks to follow, so they just dodged them with a slight tilt of their heads, but it was almost In the next moment, countless arrows flew out from the woods.

These arrows fly faster than bullets, and the sharp sound of penetration is more harsh.

Countless Manchu soldiers didn't even have time to react before they were nailed to everything around them.

As if by magic, Harchatay pulled out the knife from his waist, and then slashed hard on a flying arrow. With one knife, he easily split the arrow in half from the middle. At the same time, the whole person started to spin crazily as if it had turned into a large top, attracting all the arrows around it. The long knife in his hand jingled non-stop, and soon the sharp blade was It was full of gaps, but this also saved the lives of the surrounding subordinates.

Harchatay took the lead and rushed into the woods, followed closely by other masters from the Manchu and Qing teams, saying: "You guys, hurry up, we will catch up with you soon."

The funeral procession rushed forward quickly without any hesitation.

The speed turned out to be several times faster.

Some coffins that looked like they might contain gold were thrown on the ground, but those plain-looking white flagpoles were firmly carried on the shoulders of the soldiers.

It turns out that these coffins are also a deception.

These white flagpoles are where the real gold is hidden.

Harchatay saw the funeral procession leaving quickly behind him.

I felt a little relieved.

But almost in the next second, a burning feeling came from the front, and a ball of flame appeared out of thin air and enveloped his head.

Harchatay was immediately frightened out of his mind. The long knife in his hand was pressed against his body at a weird angle and he quickly slashed at the ball of flames.

"Poof!" The flame burst like a balloon.

After the flames flew away, a red-haired woman's face was covered with frost.

Harchatai immediately recognized the red-haired woman, and the corners of his mouth turned bitter. This woman was none other than the Red Fire Buddha Mother of the White Lotus Sect! Harchatai had dealt with this Red Fire Buddha Mother more than once. In fact, all the Baturus in the Manchu Qing Dynasty had dealt with the White Lotus Sect, and there were wins and losses between the two.

Although the White Lotus Sect loses more than it wins, with the strength of a cult, it actually had several confrontations with the huge Manchu Empire. This is enough to prove how powerful the White Lotus Sect is.

In fact, the White Lotus Sect was not very powerful when it ruled the north during the Song Dynasty. The fundamental reason why the White Lotus Sect became so powerful after the Manchus came in was because the Manchus did not regard Han people as Han people at all. Instead, they regarded the Han people as pigs and dogs, and desperately oppressed the Han people, which caused people who were originally not interested in the White Lotus Sect to fall into the arms of the White Lotus Sect and become righteous fighters against the Manchus. It is no exaggeration to say that the growth of the White Lotus Sect was driven by the Manchus.

Not long ago, Harchatai participated in the siege of the White Lotus Sect organized by Obai, and successfully killed a Red Fire Buddha Mother. But based on the information they received later, they realized that the Red Fire Buddha Mother had always been two people, and the one who was killed was just the weaker twin sister.

The escaped sister is even more powerful and has a strong revenge mentality.

No, not long after recovering from his injuries, he actually started to carry out crazy assassinations against the Manchus again. Many high-ranking Manchu officials died at the hands of the White Lotus Sect. Not long ago, the Manchus launched another siege, but It still didn't kill all the people of the White Lotus Sect. Instead, it made them even crazier and more powerful.

These damn White Lotus Cult cultists are like weeds that cannot be burned away by wildfire and will grow again with the spring breeze.

"Harchatay, it turns out we are an old acquaintance!

Tell me how you want to die, and I will make it happen for you! "(End of chapter)