The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

Once they learned about the war in eastern Sichuan, they were bound to have second thoughts.

"We can't defend Bashu anymore," Tu Hai said.

"Huguang is probably in trouble too."

"Guanzhong and Jingxiang may also be unstable..."

"Let's go back to Beijing directly."

"The master must be informed of the situation here.

"Otherwise..." Tu Hai whimpered.

"The great country is in danger."

After saying that, he stumbled to his feet, and with the support of several soldiers, he stumbled forward.

Immediately afterwards, Tu Hai took the few remaining people and returned to Baoning first, then to Hanzhong, and then set out from Xi'an, preparing to go straight to the capital.

During this period, news and rumors about the Battle of Maolushan naturally spread like wildfire, as if they had wings and spread all over the sky.

Capital.

royal palace.

Red walls, bright tiles, flying eaves and brackets, multi-story buildings, carved beams and painted rafters.

There is no end to the splendor, no end to the imperial style, and no end to the wealth and honor.

Despite having gone through more than two hundred years of ups and downs and leaving many traces of time, this place is still a veritable palace of jade buildings and heaven.

"Sister, is this the imperial palace?"

—A group of little princesses dressed in brocade clothes and looking radiant are entering this magnificent building under the guidance of eunuchs and palace maids, looking around with curious eyes.

“The house here is really big.”

"My little ancestor." The nanny next to her saw a little princess about to walk out of the queue, so she hurried forward and drove her back.

"This is the imperial palace."

"Today, the Grand Empress Dowager is hosting a banquet for all the princes and ministers to listen to an opera, and she is also inviting relatives to come and bask in the Empress' grace."

"You can't lose face at this time."

"Oh." The little girl pouted after being told a few words.

"Oh, it would be nice if I could go with my cousin."

"At least we can talk for a few words..."

"Hi." Mammy quickly shut her up.

"Can that be the same?"

"Your cousin has to sit in the front row when she goes to the opera later."

“Maybe I can even serve the Empress Dowager personally.

“How could they possibly come to our side…”

"Woo..." The little girl whimpered in grievance.

"My sister used to play with us, but after she got sick, why doesn't she play with us anymore?"

"And they keep saying rules and regulations all the time...

"Please don't say that, okay?" Mammy begged.

Soon, after a complicated series of ceremonies and receptions, all the princes, ministers, and their relatives and families took their seats according to their status and closeness.

“Ancestor.

“Order a play, please.

The princes and ministers respectfully served the opera script on a jade plate to a middle-aged or elderly woman who was dressed elegantly and luxuriously.

This middle-aged woman, named Bumbutai, was the concubine of Huang Taiji, the mother of the late Emperor Shunzhi, the grandmother of the current Emperor Kangxi and Emperor Qianlong, and the Empress Dowager Zhaosheng Cishou Gongjian Anyi Zhangqing Dunhui Wenzhuang Kanghe Renxuan Hongjing

Referred to as Empress Dowager Zhaosheng.

Or rather, Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang.

"Hmm?" She raised her eyes and saw a girl in the crowd.

"Isn't this Huizhu, the little girl from the Guwaljia family?" Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang showed a kind smile on her face.

"Why, are you well?"

"Greetings, Grand Ancestor." Guaerjia Huizhu stepped forward and bowed gracefully to Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang.

"Alas, they say girls change a lot when they grow up." Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang gestured for Guaerjia Huizhu to come to her, took her hand and spoke affectionately.

"Looking at it now, this doesn't seem quite right."

"Look."

"Isn't she still eighteen?"

"She's so pretty now."

A burst of good-natured laughter broke out from the crowd.

Guarjia Huizhu pursed her lips and chuckled, racking her brains to come up with some words that would please the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang and highlight her own words.

This is the grandmother of Emperor Kangxi and Emperor Qianlong!

It is rare to have the opportunity to see it.

She must seize every opportunity to perform well in front of Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang.

嗏

Some people just don't want her to perform.

"Thump, thump, thump." Accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps, a personal maid of Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang hurried over with a sad face.

Then, she came to Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang's ear and whispered a few words.

The smile on Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang's face disappeared without a trace.

She looked at her personal maid in astonishment, her face pale as she let out a cry of surprise.

"what?"

........" The personal maid nodded sadly.

"Plop

The next second, Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang rolled her eyes and fell off her seat with a bang.

“Ancestor!!”

"Grandfather, what's wrong with you?!"

"Imperial Physician!"

"Call the doctor!"

The shrill screams immediately echoed inside and outside the palace.

“Bang!!”

A cup of steaming tea drew a beautiful arc and then slammed into the face of a kneeling minister with a clang.

The scalding tea dripped down his dark blue skin without the minister moving an inch.

“Aobai!!”

The young Emperor Kangxi and Emperor Qianlong had a rare sickly blush on his face.

His bloodshot eyes looked at Oboi, the former first Baturu of Jianzhou and now one of the regent ministers, who was kneeling on the cold floor. He looked crazy and roared uncontrollably.

"Look at what your brother has done!!"

"What else do you have to say!!?"

Just received "good news" from East Sichuan◎

The three armies of the Eight Banners and the Green Camp that were encircling and suppressing the Thirteen Families of Kuidong suffered an unprecedented and disastrous defeat!

The 200,000-strong army was almost wiped out!

Few escaped.

General Murima of Jingxi, General Fukachan of Xi'an, Deputy Governor-General Du Min, Admiral Dong Xueli of Huguang, Admiral Wang Yizheng of Shaanxi, Admiral Zheng Jiaolin of Sichuan, and Li Qinxiang, Governor-General of Sichuan...

Only one person survived except General Tu Hai from Dingxi.

The rest of the court officials, loyal ministers, and elite soldiers

All dead!!

Hundreds of Jianzhou Eight Banner officers were killed in battle alone!

What a concept!

Since its founding, Dajing has never suffered such a tragic defeat.

Moreover, among these, 15,000 to 16,000 were killed in the authentic Jianzhou Eight Banners Army!!

There were countless horses, armor, weapons, and heavy items.

The Jianzhou Eight Banners Army now has a total of only more than 100,000 troops. Even if the young men are included, there are only about 200,000.

Now, one-tenth of them have been lost in one go: if we add the Mongolian Eight Banners and the Han Eight Banners...

The loss would be even greater!

The military strength of the Eight Banners was almost completely destroyed!

It is no exaggeration to say that now every household in the capital is in mourning, and the whole city is wailing!

It hurts so much!

Emperor Kangxi and Emperor Qianlong almost cried out in tears, "Mulima, give me back my legion!"

And the situation is definitely not that simple...

After losing this powerful elite force, ambitious people, potential opposition forces, and local tyrants who are dissatisfied with Jingting's rule are likely to jump out.

This great empire is destined to be in turmoil.

Chapter 734 - The World is Shocked

consternation.

anger.

And a trace of indescribable fear from deep within my heart...

All kinds of emotions intertwined together naturally caused an inexplicable anger to burn fiercely in the hearts of Emperor Kangxi and Qianlong.

With such a devastating loss, someone must be found to take the blame.

The first person to be blamed was undoubtedly Li Qinxiang.

If you hadn't been surrounded, how could the army have been surrounded and attacked, leading to defeat?

The second blame naturally belongs to Murima.

According to Tu Hai’s memorial…

We were about to withdraw our troops, but this guy made a sudden and reckless move and led the entire suppression army into a ditch!

Murima is dead, let’s not talk about it for now.

Anyway, Emperor Kangxi and Emperor Qianlong currently blamed Oboi for the incident.

He has long wanted to take power.

Besides, it's time to give Oboi the final blow.

Oboi knelt on the ground in a daze, with no life in his eyes.

His younger brother, several nephews, and countless Eight Banner warriors under his command were buried in the mountains...