Gong Yingjie said: "These equipment have not been tested in actual combat. I heard that Lei E's mouth was moving, so I brought it. [Full text reading] Don't worry, the weapons have been tested many times. Only use them when they are more mature. Come."
Chang Shide said: "There just happened to be some action. There are some things you can try." He turned around and looked
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Beifu nodded slightly: "Okay."
"What else? The concept of the arrow in the sleeve is not bad, but I think it is a bit dangerous." Mou Tianxiong pondered for a moment, "Let's make emergency equipment for my men. Five sets of chain vests are required. Although I have protection myself, but the sugar factory None of them had it, so I asked for it for them."
"We can't make too many chain vests right now because the materials are limited. There are only two sets. I brought four sets of arrows in my sleeves. I'll equip them for my subordinates first."
In the middle of the night, the moon has turned to the west, the floating clouds cover the moon, and everything on the earth is half-light and half-dark. Dew floating on the ground. The group of people gathered in the courtyard were already a little wet. Li Yunsheng's body was covered in sweat and felt a little chilled by the breeze.
Seeing that the moon had passed the zenith, he felt uneasy and kept looking in the direction of Xuwen County.
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Li Yunsheng is one of several indigenous members of the special reconnaissance team brought by Sister Bei from Lingao. Like the 6th Navy, the special reconnaissance team has also begun to recruit indigenous warriors, and the standards for recruitment are particularly strict. First, they must be free from worries. Orphans, followed by those who are younger than fourteen years old, will not be accepted. Those with wandering habits, those who are slow to react, and those who love to play tricks will not be accepted. Finally, they have to pass a series of physical and skill tests to truly select the best candidates. Except for the formation and cultural classes, which are taken care of by the Military and Political School, the rest are conducted in the Special Reconnaissance Team. They eat, live and train together with the members of the Special Reconnaissance Team to form a strong sense of belonging and combat camaraderie.
Beifu told the team members: "Treat the trainees like your sons and brothers! They are not only the future seeds of the special investigation team! They are also the future guards of the time-traveling regime."
These trainees have only been in training for three months, and their tasks are mainly reconnaissance. This is the first time Li Yunsheng has gone out alone to perform a mission.
He disguised himself as a betel nut vendor and peddled all the way from Xuwen County to Hai'an Street. In order to avoid suspicion, he continued peddling until noon, and finally went around to Monk Xi Temple. Taking advantage of the opportunity of selling betel nuts, I went around the place from front to back, inside and out. According to the requirements of daily practice, keep the structure of the house and all entrances and exits in mind. Then he returned to Hai'an Street and found a ruined temple to rest. He didn't come out until it was completely dark and went to the intersection to wait.
According to the plan. At midnight, Bei Chang would personally bring someone to pick him up, and then take action based on the intelligence.
While he was in a hurry, he saw a row of figures walking quickly from the field stalks. The faint white strip of cloth on the arm is a signal of identification. He quickly asked:
"His order?"
"Clean up!" It was Beifu's voice, and he indeed led the team himself. Yin·'Advertising There are fifteen people in the team, some of whom Beifu brought from Lingao last time. There are also new arrivals this time. Full of energy and courage. Xu Yingjie also came with him to observe the use of weapons on the spot.
Everyone gathered around. Hidden in a mass grave by the roadside. Li Yunsheng reported the information he collected during the day, and then used branches and small stones to roughly draw a topographic map of the monk temple on the ground.
According to Li Yunsheng's description, Monk Xi's temple is very large, with four entrances in front and back.
"The bad guys all gathered on both sides of the palace and under the eaves of the first entrance," Li Yunsheng said, "so after dark, the temple closed the second entrance gate. The gate closed later. In addition to the main gate, Outside, there is a back door behind the temple, but it does not lead to the front yard.”
Based on his intelligence, Sister Bei quickly formulated a plan, dividing fifteen people into four groups and stipulating the division of combat labor for each group. Then he strictly prescribed discipline: "This is close to Hai'an Street, so it is not very necessary. No shooting is allowed. Use knives and crossbows as much as possible to resolve the battle, and don’t drop anything!"
"Get out!" Bei Fei pulled down his hood.
With Li Yunsheng as the guide, Sister Bei walked in front along the vegetable gardens, wheat fields, graves, and tree rows outside Hai'an Street until they came to the back of a collapsed pavilion on the north side of the Monk Temple. The team members took cover quietly and stared at the temple. Under the moonlight hidden by the floating clouds, the surrounding scenery can be seen clearly.
The temple door was actually ajar, and two guys, probably drunk, were lying under the threshold, fast asleep. There are some faint lights inside.
Beifu used his only infrared telescope to carefully observe his surroundings. Although the Monk Temple is on Hai'an Street. We have actually reached the end of the street. The surrounding area is very desolate, with vegetable fields and mass graves everywhere. The site in front of the temple is somewhat decent, with many small business sheds supporting it.
It's midnight now. The sheds are naturally empty.
A few minutes later. Suddenly the back door opened, and two people came out, each carrying something on their backs. They looked around furtively, and then came towards their hiding place.
The two of them slipped to the edge of the vegetable garden. Seeing that there was no one around, they straightened up and walked over as if nothing had happened. When the net came to the corner, the two team members who had been hiding there silently pounced from behind and stopped them. Hug. The two bad guys were shocked and Wang wanted to shout. His neck had already been strangled by hands. Drag it to the grave. The tip of the knife was aimed at their chests.
The two bad boys were so frightened that they leaned up under the grave. They thought it was a robbery by strong men and begged again and again: "Your Majesty, spare your life! The younger one has a few carts of silver on him, so I will give them to your Majesty."
"Don't talk!" One of the team members waved the knife.
"Are you Zhao Jijiao's subordinates?"
The two looked at each other and seemed to already know who the visitor was, and one of them had already lost most of his fear. He said with saliva on his face: "Who did I think he was? It turns out he is from South China."
Beifu flicked his wrist, and the dagger was already inserted into his chest. The man's eyes suddenly widened, his face was full of disbelief, and he was already dead.
Everyone immediately smelled a stench. Another has become incontinent.
"Are you Zhao Jijiao's subordinate?"
"Yes, it's the little one."
The frightened bad boy quickly replied, not daring to act like an indifferent bastard anymore.
"What are you doing in the middle of the night?"
"Go to South China and set fire to it."
After searching their belongings, it turned out that everyone was carrying a bundle of firewood, stuffed with dry firewood soaked in oil, and they also had firewood sticks on their bodies.
"Who asked you to go?"
"Yes, he is our boss."
"Zhao chicken feet?"
"Yes, yes, it's him."
"Who gave me the money to set the fire?"
"I heard from Zhao Jijiao that Third Master Zhu gave it to me."
"How much did you give?"
"You guys don't know this, then" Zhao Jijiao was given one thing at a time and then twelve taels.
The price tag is really not small. Sister Bei listened to the questions and answers. I wish you, Third Master, are so generous.
"Where are Zhao Ji's feet?"
"Just, just ask for money in the front hall."
"How many people are there?"
"More than twenty."
"Everyone in there?"
"One of them went out to set fire yesterday and hasn't come back yet! There are a few others who are drinking outside."
"How many of them didn't come back?"
"Three or four, the little one doesn't know everything about the people coming and going, please be merciful!"
"Does Zhao Jijiao have any acquaintances or friends outside?"
"Just a good bitch who goes there sometimes."
It’s almost done. Sister Bei nodded, and the interrogator moved the tip of his knife forward to kill him.
Immediately take off all the clothes on the corpse. Discarded in a deep pit in a mass grave, corpses without owners are often dumped here. A group of people went straight to the monk's temple. Sister Bei left one person to guard outside the temple, and she took seven people with her. They took a ladder and climbed up the north wall. They climbed up a big pine tree on the top of the wall and slipped into the back of the temple's first hall.
The front hall is small in size and relatively dilapidated, and it looks completely out of proportion to the palace at the back. And there is a tall courtyard wall separating the front and back. This is because the first entrance has long been a place where beggars, idlers, and bad guys have gathered. In order to give these people a place to shelter from the wind and rain, so as not to cause trouble, the first entrance was simply abandoned during the reconstruction. The three-entry courtyard at the back, which was directly renovated and expanded, is self-contained once the middle door is closed.
In the front hall, lights shone from the windows, and the noise of gambling and the gibberish of drunk people could be heard. These people were quite good at enjoying nightlife.
Under the gable, there are piles of dried firewood and baskets of clear oil, as well as many bamboo torches brought in from north and south merchants. The heads of these torches have been processed, making them easy to ignite and burn for a long time.
Sister Bei led the people along the gable wall to the door. Crouching in the shadow and looking in, I saw that there were no clay statues in the front hall, only an empty pedestal and the incense table. Just because a group of people were gathered around to drink and gamble, the ground on both sides was covered with straw, and people were sleeping in various places.
Along the wall, there are many large and small sticks. They probably use knives to kill. The bad guys are very legal-minded and will never let anyone catch them, so they always only use sticks when committing crimes.
He quickly confirmed that there was Zhao Jijiao in the crowd, who could not let him live. He immediately retracted his body. He raised his hand to signal. The two team members quickly rushed to the door, quietly killed the person sleeping on the threshold, and dragged the body in. Throw it under the gable. Several people were busy around for a while.
"action!"
Four windows of the palace were smashed at the same time, and four incendiary grenades were thrown in. These are the Molotov cocktails in this time and space. In this time and space, they have been changed to Xu Yingjie cocktails in recognition of his ability to prepare this amazing cocktail. A great deal of self-sacrifice when it comes to disgusting concoctions.
The porcelain bottle was smashed to pieces on the ground, and the flames immediately burst into flames. This kind of flame is not only extremely hot, but also has strong adhesion. It can keep burning even on steel plates until the combustibles are burned out. The effect is much stronger than throwing a torch.
One of the first batch of grenades fell on the straw bed, and the flames immediately burst into flames before the people inside could recover. A second batch of grenades were thrown in, and one hit the gaming table directly. The burning mixture splashed onto the people and immediately set them on fire. Screams and calls for help suddenly became a mess.
"Quick, put out the fire!"
"It's burning, it's burning!"
"Go get water quickly!"
In the midst of the chaos, many more bamboo tubes were thrown in, and they immediately exploded on the ground. Gray powder suddenly exploded everywhere, and the choking spicy smell made people inside cough and sneeze, making the scene even more chaotic.
"Someone is coming to destroy the place! Damn you guys!" Zhao Jijiao reacted quickly and kicked down the burning table. He covered his nose with his sleeves and quickly got out of the crowd and went to get a stick. At this moment, a big black object was thrown in through the window. It fell under the wall and smashed into pieces. Something like water splashed all over him.
Zhao Ji's feet were licked with his mouth, and it was oil!
This is obviously the clear oil he bought and planned to use to set fire to South China!
He has a very quick mind. He is treating the other person with his own medicine. He must be a man from South China!
Burn them to death!
Thinking of this, Zhao Ji's feet, liver and gallbladder were all broken. He didn't want to hold any sticks and shouted: "Everyone, run away! People from South China are coming!"
The word "Le" has not been exported yet. Several more bullets were thrown in, and one landed right next to him. The high-temperature flames splashed out and ignited the clear oil around him. He screamed and was immediately swallowed up by the flames.
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The person who saw the opportunity the quickest had already run to the door of the temple, but felt that the door of the temple was already on fire. At some point, dry firewood had been piled at the door and it was burning. The bravest ones rushed out, but were shot back with crossbow arrows by those waiting outside. The person who was hit by the arrow fell directly into the fire, screamed and stopped moving.
The dry firewood and clear oil piled under the gable were ignited. The sea breeze blew, and the entire front hall was quickly enveloped in flames.
The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the screams and calls for help were carried far away by the wind, but it was still some way away from Hai'an Street, and it was midnight, and the fire-fighting club on the street did not dare to rescue alone.
Sister Bei listened attentively. In the distance, the gong indicating an emergency was ringing. The local braves must have gathered.
It would take at least five minutes to run here from Hai'an Street. By the time they finished forming their team, their own people would have already gone far away.
Sister Bei asked: "Did the fire spread to the back?"
"No," the team member reported. "It's some distance away, and the partition wall is a wind and fire wall. I was probably worried that there would be a fire in the front yard when I was building it." "Advertisement" responded. So much the better. It’s not about protecting cultural relics. But after all, the monk temple was renovated jointly by Hai'an sugar merchants. It would be too irritating for everyone if it burned down.
"Is anyone coming out from behind?"
"Someone got up after hearing the noise. But no one opened the door! It seemed like someone was behind the door and splashed on the door.
This is a measure to prevent the flame from spreading. Sister Bei was relieved that they didn't go out. He didn't want to kill people unnecessarily.
Seeing that the fire was already very strong and the sound inside gradually disappeared, he waved his hand: "Evacuate!"! ~!
