Yang Sheng read it carefully twice, and put the letter paper upside down on the desk, his expression changed several times, and the lines of decree on his face couldn't help shaking.
After a long time, Yang Sheng nodded calmly: "I have received the letter, thank you for your hard work, go down and have a good rest."
He waved his hand and asked a servant to help the sentry who delivered the letter back.
Watching the sentinel leave, Yang Sheng slowly picked up the teacup, flicked the tea leaves with the lid, and his tone suddenly turned cold: "How long will it take for the United Fleet to return to Hong Kong?"
A young man replied: "Probably tomorrow morning."
"There are a lot of doubts about the shipwreck. You passed on my oral order, and some members of the United Fleet postponed their entry into the port and told them to find the nearest island to land. Without my order, they are not allowed to go ashore."
"But the British may listen to us."
"I'll go to the consulate tonight and explain to Consul Hart in person that you don't have to worry about it. The matter of suppressing the bandits will be strictly sealed, and no word is allowed to spread. Go. By the way"
Just as the servant was about to leave, Yang Sheng stopped him again.
"Has Zixu left yet?"
This Zixu is also a member of the Governor's Mansion. Before the United Fleet set off, Yang Sheng handed him a thousand-year-old red jade Buddha and asked him to send it to the residence of Zhao Yun, a cabinet scholar in the capital.
The servant replied: "I left at noon the day before yesterday. Calculate the time, it's time to arrive in Wuzhou."
"That's good."
After the little servant left, the big room was quiet for a while, and Yang Cheng put down the tea bowl with a snap: "Yanmo. I want to write a memorial for Beijing."
The maid nodded slightly, and prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Yang Sheng held the pen in his hand, with neither joy nor sadness on his face.
"Yang Sheng, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, would like to kneel down and report to the Qing-British joint fleet to suppress the red flag bandits in order to comply with the regulations. I pray for the holy lesson. This battle"
After writing this, Yang Sheng's pen was a bit awkward, and he was a little dazed for a while.
"Right now, although the Red Flag Gang has lost its lair, a group of thieves have fled without a trace, and the thieves are torn apart, but the foundation is still there. On the contrary, my combined fleet has lost troops and lost its morale. In the letter I wrote to His Majesty, I praised Haikou vigorously. The new sailor army is very powerful, and Zhongtang also strongly recommends it. Now that the combined fleet has not fired a single shot, and the commander has been damaged first, how should I explain to Zhongtang? To His Majesty?"
The military newspaper brought by the sentinel truthfully recorded all kinds of strange things during the shipwreck, but Yang Sheng did not dare to offend God. No one would believe it either. If you really want to play it truthfully and spread it out, if you don¡¯t say anything else, you will not be able to pass the test of the official censor, and even Zhao Zhongtang will be implicated"
"The Red Flag Gang is very popular in Zhejiang and Fujian. In the past, the people who suppressed bandits often helped the flag bandits, and less helped the officers and soldiers. I have been clearing the border in Jinghai for several years, restraining discipline, and the reputation of the government's sailors has gradually grown. It is only a short step. How could the century-old prestige of the Zheng family of Hongqi be destroyed by a shipwreck?"
After thinking up to this point, Yang Sheng actually changed his style of writing drastically.
"Yang Sheng, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, would like to kneel down to report to the Qing-British joint fleet to suppress the red flag bandits in compliance with the regulations. There is no survival, but our army will also lose a lot"¡ª¡ª
The sound of the tide on the sea stretches, the dim candle is like a little soybean, swaying unsteadily, the closed cabin is unbearably hot, the beds are full of wounded soldiers, the sound of pain and wailing is endless, the hell on earth is nothing but this.
The two sailors guarding the door also coughed softly from time to time, and their faces were pale. If there is an emergency, it is really worrying how much combat power they will have.
The black rain that day was poisonous, and besides killing flesh and bones, it also caused a plague on the ship, and all the soldiers in the government contracted diseases in six out of ten cases. Many people were seriously injured by Heiyu, and they were not treated in time at sea, and finally died of wound infection. Adding up the time of two days, there are nearly 3,000 people who died in this way, almost catching up with the total number of casualties on Lantau Island.
"Not allowed to go ashore? What kind of nonsense bullshit is that?"
? President Yang Xingye's arm was bandaged, his face was sallow. Keren stood on the deck with his back straight, his cloak fluttering, still a mass of cohesive majesty, his copper bell-like eyes glared at him, as if he wanted to devour someone.
"Presumptuous."
The man's face was serious, but he also sighed when he heard the wailing on board, and didn't care about it again: "This is the order of the governor, and I can't do anything about it,"
"I have always respected the ability and character of this governor of my family, but now my people well, if we don't ask us to go ashore to seek medical treatment, all of them will die."
The visitor had no choice but to comfort: "A dry supply of wound medicine is already at sea. Ask the brothers to last a few more days, the governor will definitely do thisHe has his reasons. I have one more thing to ask. How many prisoners and captures did you have on Lantau Island? "
"There's a fart."
Yang Xingye gave the other party an angry look: "When we arrived on Lantau Island, those thieves and killers had already moved all their belongings. Except for the scrapped boat on the beach, all the guys who couldn't take it away in the dock were smashed and burned. Even There are no jars of pickles left."
"this¡¡"
The man groaned in embarrassment.
"By the way, the foreigners salvaged the small boat that Tian Baozai was in, and there was still half of the red sail that was blown to pieces."
The man's eyes lit up: "The red sail is what I want! Who in Nanyang doesn't know that the red sail on Lantau Island is the symbol of Tianbaozi? Seeing the sail is like meeting a person. There is a lot to do here."
Yang Xingye sneered: "Brother Nian, in your opinion, is Baozi dead or not?"
The man was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mr. Yang was joking. I wasn't there for the battle on Lantau Island. Hey, it was you, Mr. Yang, who met Tianbaozai face to face. Why did you ask me?"
Yang Xingye held his bandaged right arm, his face sinking like water: "If you want me to say, he is not dead."
The man said in a deep voice: "With the government acting as a gesture, it doesn't matter whether he dies or not, but Hongqi Tianbaozi's tiger skin must be stripped off!"
"grown ups."
The thin officer and soldier with the word "Yong" written on his chest walked up to the two of them: "A young man from the Western side came over and asked us for a map, fresh water and dry food."
"what happened?"
Yang Xingye asked in a deep voice.
"The kid said that he wants to go to sea to find his teacher."
Yang Xingye glanced at the foreign boy stopped by the sailors in the distance, it was Luchka.
In the Lantau Island shipwreck, not to mention casualties, hundreds of people are missing. Yang Xingye frowned: "The sea is vast, his foreign devil teacher is probably dead, he is a baby, and he still wants to go to sea by himself? Tell him to go back, don't risk his life for nothing."
The officer said in a low voice: "That day, the child from Zhu has a British approval slip, so we can't refuse it."
Yang Xingye pursed his lips when he heard this, weighed it for a while and waved his hands: "Give it to him, just tell him to die."
"yes."
After receiving supplies and fresh water, Naluchika thanked the officers and soldiers, then left the official ship, boarded a submarine named Zhenzhen, and set off by himself.
"Mr. Watson, I will definitely find you."
Luchka recited silently in his heart. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com