Chapter 729: The death of Tianbaozi (middle)

Yang Sheng read it carefully twice, and buckled the letter paper back onto the book case, his expression changed, and the legal pattern on his face couldn't help shaking.
After a long time, Yang Sheng nodded calmly: "I have received the letter. Thanks for your hard work, go down and take a good rest."
He waved his hand and asked the servant on the side to help the sentinel to retreat.
As the sentinel left, Yang Sheng slowly picked up the tea cup and dialed the tea with the lid of the cup. His tone became cold all of a sudden: "How long can the combined fleet return to Hong Kong?"
A young man replied: "Probably tomorrow morning."
"There are a lot of doubts about the shipwreck. You passed my word that a member of the joint fleet delayed entering the port and told them to find the island nearby. 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. You don't have to worry about it. The matter of the suppression of banditry must be strictly sealed and not allowed to spread. Go on. Right..."
Just as the servant was about to leave, Yang Sheng stopped him again.
"Has Zi Xu set off?"
This Zixu is also the gatekeeper of the Governor's Mansion. Before the joint 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 scholar of the cabinet of the capital.
The servant replied: "We have already left at noon the day before yesterday. Counting the time, it's time to go to Wuzhou."
"That's good."
When the little boy retired, the big room was quiet for a while, Yang Sheng put down the tea bowl with a snap: "Yanmo. I want to write memorials to Jingli."
The maid nodded lightly, ready for pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Yang Sheng held the pen in his hand, his expression neither happy nor sad.
"The Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, Yang Sheng, would like to kneel and play to report the Qing-British joint fleet to suppress the red flag bandits for compliance with the regulations and pray for the Holy See. This battle..."
At this point, Yang Sheng's writing was astringent, and he was a little at a loss for a while.
"Although the Red Flag Gang has lost its nest, a group of thieves fled without a trace, and the thieves are torn apart, but the foundation is still there. On the contrary, my combined fleet has been damaged and morale badly. In my previous letter to His Majesty, I praised Haikou and praised vigorously. The new-style sailor army is prestigious, and the nave strongly recommends it. Now the combined fleet has failed to fire a single shot or fired before, and it has first compromised the coach. How should I explain it to the nave?
The military report brought by the sentry truthfully described all sorts of weird things during the shipwreck, but Yang Cheng didn't dare to offend God. No one would believe it. I really want to tell the truth and spread it out. If nothing else, I can't pass the censor of the Yushi Supervisor alone. Even Zhao Zhongtang will be implicated..."
"The red flag gang is in the deepest of Zhejiang and Fujian. In the past, the people who suppressed bandits often helped the flag bandits and the officers and soldiers. I have been clearing the edge of Jinghai for several years, restraining discipline, and the prestige of the officials and sailors has grown. It's just a step. So how could he be destroyed by a shipwreck when the Hongqi Zheng’s century-old prestige was destroyed?"
At this point, Yang Sheng actually changed his style.
"The governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, Yang Sheng, would like to kneel and play to report the Qing-British joint fleet to suppress the red flag bandits in order to comply with the regulations. He prayed for the Holy See. This battle was a complete victory. Within one day, he conquered Lantau Island. Nothing left, but our army suffered more..."
The sound of the tide on the sea is continuous, the dim candlelight is like a little soybean, swaying and swaying, the enclosed cabin is sultry and hot, the bed is crowded with wounded soldiers, the sound of pain and wailing is endless, the on earth is nothing but this.
The two sailors guarding the door cough softly from time to time, and their faces are pale. If there is an emergency, it is really worrying how much combat power they can have.
The black rain that day was infinitely poisonous. In addition to the benefits of eliminating flesh and bones, it also caused a plague on the ship. Sixty-seven of the soldiers in the government contracted the disease. Many people were seriously injured by the black rain and were not treated in time at sea, and eventually died of wound infections. Adding up the two days' time, the total number of such deaths amounted to nearly 3,000 people, which almost caught up with the total number of casualties on Lantau Island.
"Not allowed to go ashore? What kind of is this."
Zong Yang Xingye's arm was bandaged, his face was sallow. Ke Ren stood upright on the deck, and the cloak fluttered, still a mass of condensed awe-inspiring, his bell-like eyes glared at him as if he wanted to eat.
"presumptuous."
The man's face was stern, but he sighed when he heard the wailing on the boat, and didn't care anymore: "This is the Governor's order, and I can't help it."
"I always respect the ability and character of this governor, but now my people... alas, if we don't ask us to go ashore to seek medical advice, all of them will die."
The visitor had to persuade: "A dry supply of medicine is already at sea. Ask my brothers to hold on for a few more days. The Governor must have his reason to do this. I have one more thing to ask. How many prisoners and prisoners you have on Lantau Island Gained?"
"There is a fart."
Yang Xingye cast a blank glance at the other person: "We arrived at Lantau Island. The gang of killers had already emptied their belongings. Except for the big ship scrapped on the beach, the guys who could not be taken in the dock were smashed and burned. There is no jar of pickles left."
"This……"
The man groaned in embarrassment.
"By the way, the foreigner salvaged the small boat that Tianbao was in, and there was half of the red sail that was blown up."
The man’s eyes lit up: "What I want is the red sail! Who in Nanyang doesn't know that the red sail on Lantau Island is the symbol of Tianbaozi? Seeing the sail is like meeting people. There is a lot to do here."
Yang Xingye sneered, "I said Brother Nian, according to you, is Baozai dead or not dead this day?"
The man was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled: "Yang Ba always joked, and I was not there in the Lantau Battle. Oh, it was you Yang who met with Tian Baozi. 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 solemnly: "If there is an official position, it doesn't matter whether he is dead or not. It's just the tiger skin of the Red Flag Tianbaozi, which must be stripped!"
"grown ups."
The thin officers and soldiers with the word "Courage" on their chests walked to the two of them: "There is a young man from the Westerner side and ask us for a map, fresh water and dry food."
"what happened?"
Yang Xingye asked in a deep voice.
"The kid said that he would go out to sea to find his teacher."
Yang Xingye glanced at the exotic boy who was stopped by the sailors in the distance. It was Ruchka.
Not to mention the casualties of the Lantau shipwreck, there are hundreds of missing people. Yang Xingye frowned: "The sea is vast. Most of his foreign devil teacher is dead. He is a baby and wants to go to sea by himself? Tell him to go back and not give his life in vain."
The officer and soldier whispered: "Children Zhu held the British approval note that day. It's hard for us to refuse."
Yang Xingye pursed his mouth when he heard it, weighed it for a while and waved his hand: "Give it to him, tell him to die."
"Yes."
Naruchika received supplies and fresh water, thanked the officers and soldiers, left the official ship, boarded a submarine named Zhenzhen, and set off by herself.
"Ms. Watson, I will definitely find you."
Luchka said silently in her heart.
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