Chapter 699: Death of Fukangan

"It's all my fault that I didn't understand the painstaking efforts of the Governor, and judge the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. My lord, Haihan..."

In front of the Nerchinsk Governor's Palace, Fukang'an and the Governor of the Amur River, Baron Falaleev, walked out of the gate with friendly expressions. The two of them chatted and laughed as they boarded a carriage parked at the horse's entrance steps, and then came to Nerchinsk's material storage warehouse.

The interpreter used a gentler tone to translate Fukang'an's superficial apology in a more profound way. Falaleev didn't know whether he was really satisfied or pretending to be generous. He said with a happy expression: "Mrs. General Fu." You're welcome. We are close allies on the same side, so I'll let this little misunderstanding go away. We don't need to keep it in our hearts. On the contrary, I think this is a wonderful misunderstanding. It allows us to have more contact and understanding, and gives us a deeper understanding of each other's close friends and long-term future. The beautiful light is still waiting for us..." Falaleev's words are much easier to translate than Fukang'an's.

Seeing the smile on Falaleev's face and listening to his words, even Fukang'an, who was wary of Russia, couldn't help but develop a liking for him. In an instant, the temperature inside the carriage became warm and friendly.

The target they are going to now is Nerchinsk's material reserve, which not only contains 90% of Nerchinsk's grain reserves, bacon, cloth, salt, tea, etc., but also has one of the busiest streets in Nerchinsk - In addition to Russians, there are also shops opened by smugglers in Nerchinsk. , although these shops opened by smugglers only open for one or two days at intervals, more than a dozen Russian shops are open for a long time, selling alcohol, tobacco, gambling, and even women. Dozens of different sizes. The shops still make this place the most prosperous area in Nerchinsk City.

A group of people got off the carriage in front of the warehouse entrance. They could see that the door of a small department store at the entrance of the warehouse was crowded with people. There was a faint aroma of wine wafting out, which was very strong. As soon as Fukangan smelled it, his intuition told him that this was burning knives. I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of spit.

Russians who are short of food do not know how to make wine, but they have silver mines that can produce silver.

Although those smugglers often transport some grain, this is a prerequisite for the Russians. In addition to the grain that must be transported, they obviously do not prefer to transport goods with higher value. Liquor is one of them.

Low-end spirits such as Shaodaozi and Sweet Potato Shao from the Northeast were continuously sent to the north.

And in this cold place, Fukang'an, who was originally quite critical of the Russians' alcoholism, soon understood the reason. The winter here is too cold, and a sip of strong liquor is of great use in many cases.

Outside the crowd there were two vendors buying dried fruits and cigarettes. They were not Russians, they were not very old, only thirteen or fourteen years old, and they still had braids on their heads. There are many such vendors in this generation, and the people who open the shops are definitely much more advanced than the vendors.

But Fukang'an didn't know that diagonally opposite him, diagonally opposite the small shop next to the entrance of the warehouse, at the entrance of Nerchinsk's Commercial Street, a figure was slowly walking on the roof to avoid the cold. He was carrying a long stick wrapped in thick cloth and leather, but judging from his cautious movements, the 'long stick' was definitely not a piece of wood, but more likely a gun.

In fact, it was a gun, an improved version of the Shixi flower-bore gun, also known as a rifled gun.

The gunman's surname was Fu Ming'en, Fu En, which sounded like a bannerman, but he was not a bannerman or a Mongolian, he was a Han. Originally from Zhili Green Camp, I ran with him, from Zhili to Chengde, from Chengde to Northeast China, and now now.

It turned out that Fu En was a soldier in the Green Camp, and Fu En had no blood debt. However, Chen Han's punishment to the Qing soldiers was too severe, even for the Green Camp. To be precise, Fu En was frightened, so he kept running with the Manchus. However, Fu En never imagined that he would end up thousands of miles away from home in the northeast. This ghost place was too cold and bitter.

He also wanted to escape back. He is a Han Chinese. He can sneak back to the mainland quietly. As long as he changes his name, Fu En believes that he will change his appearance. But this requires money! Fu En had no money, so he needed some money, so under the leadership of a certain force, Fu En received a big business. He is a sharpshooter and has been a rifled gun shooter for nearly half a year. He still has an improved Shixi flower-bore slug gun intact in his hand.

He has no money, but he has good marksmanship, and he can use this to work hard to make money.

Rifled guns are very powerful on the battlefield, and they are even more powerful when used for cold-blooded assassinations.

As for the person he wanted to kill was Fukang'an, the general of the Qing Dynasty, Fu En didn't care.

If he could kill Yongxun, he would be even happier without taking the reward, and he would immediately run back to China. He believed that the current Chen Han court would never treat him badly. So, don’t say loyalty to a ‘traitor’.

The deposit Fu En received was two ingots of twenty taels of silver ingots, and there were still sixty taels of silver left at that time, which meant that the transaction was for one hundred taels. Fu En's eyes were full of money, and he was willing to kill people.

Fu En received the command yesterday, and the target would come to the warehouse entrance today. He was optimistic about the terrain and found the location.

One hundred taels of silver can be exchanged for one thousand five hundred yuan when taken to the south. Even if the formalities are removed, more than one thousand taels of silver is enough for him to live and work.

When he settles down, he can marry a wife and continue the family lineage of the old Fu family...

Fu En carefully poked his head out. He had good eyesight. He didn't need a telescope to see Fukangan, who was wearing cotton armor with a yellow flag. Today's Fukangan had obviously taken care of it specially. The cotton armor on The copper nails and bubbles are so bright that it shines in the eyes, and the lightning rod on the head is very easy to recognize.

Fu En didn't pay any extra attention to Falaleev, even though Falaleev was standing next to Fukangan.

"Pine nuts are for sale, nine ounces of pine nuts and half a pound of black bread..."

A child who was still at the entrance of the warehouse had left the crowd at some point. The childish shouting reached Fu En's ears. Fu En's expression became stern. This was the signal to take action.

This marked that Fukangan was about to leave the warehouse entrance.

With a smile on Fukang'an's face, warehouses and grain, facing the toughness of the Qing Dynasty, the Russians represented by Falaleev gave in. Fukang'an was already daydreaming about the excitement of the entire army after he transported the grain back to Daxingan Mountain.

Then at this moment, he felt a pain in his chest. He was punched so hard that his whole body became unsteady and fell backwards.

Fukangan didn't leave a last word. The bullet fired by Fu En made a big hole in his cotton armor and broke his heart. In Fukang'an's last glance at the world, the only thing that impressed his eyes was the cracked smile at the corner of Falaleev's mouth. Was that a smile? The smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth in an instant, and when he looked again, it seemed as if it had never appeared.

Falaleev's face showed great surprise and panic. He immediately fell on the bloody body of Fukang'an, and his attendants blocked him behind him, seeming to protect him. Fu En had already left at this time. After seeing Fukangan collapse, he immediately slid down to look at the roof and left quickly behind the street. He didn't even want the gun.

Chen Ming, who was far away in Nanjing, certainly did not expect that a famous Manchu general from the original time and space would pass away like this. Fukang'an fell forever without causing any harm to Chen Han, let alone avenging his father. .

The scene was in chaos. Falaleev no longer pretended to lie on Fukang'an's body and cried bitterly. He was getting into the carriage and was leaving here. The supposed savage had gone to see God, and he did not want to remain with a corpse for a moment.

It made him feel sick.

The blood of the barbarians is stained, as is their skin color.

Falaleev saw the blood on his chest and hands, and a trace of disgust flashed across his face. This is disgusting. When he returns to the Governor's Palace, he must take a bath to wash away all the blood stains, and the clothes he usually likes will be thrown into the fire. This is so disgusting, it is covered with blood. The blood of that base savage.

Ever since Fukangan's remarks came out in the palace, he had become a thorn in Falaleev's side. What's more annoying than a person who creates trouble for his own great cause?

What is Falaleev’s ‘big picture’? That is to tame the Eight Banners and turn the Eight Banners into a hound that is more obedient than Turgut, just like the Buryat Mongols in the past. They are the dogs of the Russians.

But what does Fukangan mean? That is to make the Eight Banners a small kingdom that enjoys a certain degree of autonomy, just like the relationship between North Korea and China in the past. This was something Falaleev could not allow, so he made the decision to kill Fukang'an.

Anyway, he has reached a new supply agreement with the Manchu Qing Dynasty. In the next half month, he will release half of the inventory in the Nerchinsk warehouse area to the Eight Banners. Falaleev believed that these foods and materials would allow the Eight Banners to ignore Fukang'an's death.

That's just a dead person, and living people should pay more attention to their own interests, right?

But Falaleev thought too simply about the attendants around Fukangan.

These people are all close confidants of Fukangan, and even after being loyal servants of the Fucha family for several lifetimes, they are too familiar with Fukangan. The body of Fukang'an, who was slowly stiffening, could not speak, but in addition to the shock and hatred on the face of the dead Fukang'an, there was also the sudden assassination, which provided the time and place for Falaleev. Too many doubts.

Just when Falaleev was about to walk by, Fukangan's guard captain suddenly grabbed Falaleev's right arm. The latter's tall body was suddenly pulled away, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. . Falaleev let out a scream.

At the same time, several Fukang'an guards took out their guns and swords and rushed towards Falaleev's attendants and guards!

They are not politicians, and they do not need to take into account the overall situation. The only thought of these loyal soldiers of the Fucha family now is to kill Falaleev and avenge their master.

Falaleev, who was born in the military, was not a pot-bellied incompetent. Although he was caught off guard, he reacted immediately. His whole body seemed to be hanging from the arm of Captain Fukang's security guard like a giant sloth, and then He couldn't draw the knife out.

The entrance to the warehouse was in chaos.

First there were gunshots, and a big shot died, and then there was a fire. The people selling wine around the small department store immediately screamed in fright, and many people ran away with their heads in their hands.

A Russian guard drew out his saber to rescue Faraleyev, but was blocked by an ordinary-looking middle-aged man holding a knife. The saber blocked the guard's saber, and then the blade shook lightly. The Russian guard's wrist was already bleeding, but it was cut open by the saber. Before he could react, the saber had already wiped his throat like a cold light.

Gunshots rang out, and people fell on both sides. Faraleyev, who was hanging on the arm of the guard leader like a big sloth, did not make the next move. Because his head was chopped off with a knife, blood spurted out.

Both sides had an irreconcilable hatred, and with screams, the Russian garrison troops in the entire warehouse quickly rushed to the entrance.

Fukangan's guards had only thirty or forty people, and only half of them followed him to the warehouse area, so the final result was that everyone died. Either stabbed to death by bayonets or shot into sieves by bullets...

But Russia seems to still have a lot of luck. Just when the stupid Russian soldiers killed all of Fukangan's guards and were about to continue slaughtering the other half of the guards, and then broke into the palace to capture the Tatar emperor to pay for the life of the governor, they were stopped by the officers who still had reason.

The officers of the Russian army are almost all nobles.

Let alone the ability of these people to fight, each of them still has some political acumen. These people are very clear about Russia's current situation. In the far east, if Russia wants to resist the powerful military pressure of the Chinese, they must rely on the Tatars. Russia and the Tatar emperor must not break up.

"Did Baron Faraleyev die in vain? This is a great disrespect to the Russian Empire." At the northern end of the Greater Khingan Mountains, Tsebokdorji roared. He drew out his waist knife, looking like he was ready to go to war with the remnant Qing at any time. A Russian official opposite him, who was frightened, hurriedly spoke to comfort her.

By the time Gao Shida of Hulunbuir learned the news and reported it to Nanjing, it was already April.

The real spring had arrived in the Outer Northeast.

Gao Shida was catching mice, but the progress didn't seem to be smooth...