In the third round, the rhythm of both sides obviously accelerated, and the radius of movement also expanded significantly. The two men advanced and retreated at a large distance in the field, and the offense and defense alternated between the two sides. The two wooden guns were violently colliding, and the killing sounds were repeated, tit for tat. Everyone felt that Huang Xiong had accelerated the pace and intensity of the attack, forcing Fu Fu to retreat in the direction of one party, and it seemed that Fu Fu would soon be stepping on the soldiers to watch.
"Give way, give way." Someone reminded him from behind and moved his seat. Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound behind his head, like a thunder explosion. When he looked back, he saw Fu Fucheng standing at attention on the sidelines with a gun in hand. Huang Xiong He was sitting on the ground, still holding the wooden gun tightly in both hands, but the head of the gun was gone. The head of the gun was on the ground, more than a foot long.
Another huge round of applause.
The confrontation was over, and both sides took off their head protectors. They looked like they had just climbed out of the sea, their heads covered with sweat. The neck collar of the protective gear was completely wet, and they both kept wiping their eyes with their fingers. Under the sun at nearly noon, Fu Fu closed his eyes tightly, facing the sky with a bright face and a silly smile.
The final result of the confrontation was that the 1st Battalion won. Each company regrouped and began mountain training, with the sea breeze blowing and flags blowing, accompanied by the song "Fighting the Bayonet".
Fight with a bayonet!
My chest is burning with anger,
The order to march raises a storm,
We stand at the forefront,
Our hatred runs deep,
Our consciousness is high,
Umpire Ming dares to obstruct,
Give him a bayonet!
Fight with a bayonet!
My chest is burning with anger,
The gun barrel is made by Hanxing workers and peasants,
Obey the teachings of the Senate,
Punish the Chongzhen guy,
Poisonous weeds are dug up by their roots,
Aim at the pig skin yellow chicken,
Give him a bayonet!
kill!
Fight with a bayonet!
My chest is burning with anger,
Barbaric feudal reactionaries——
I'm most afraid of this move.
With the whole world in mind,
The steel gun is held firmly.
any enemy——
Under our knife
Can't run away!
kill!
kill!
kill!
Guangzhou City.
In the high-end box of Ziming Tower, the "private performance" had just ended, and the half-naked Persian dancer bowed her head. I'm about to come down and pour the wine. Ren Fu waved his hand gently, and the dancer knew that the two uncles had something to talk about. Then he got another blessing, put on his cloak and retreated.
In the private room, the melodious sound of silk and bamboo came from nowhere, combined with the luxurious and rich environment that was hidden from the sun but decorated, and the sweet fruit aroma... it gave people an illusion of being intoxicated and dreaming.
On the large and soft sofa, a middle-aged man was leaning forward, even though he was in such a luxurious and sensual place. But you can't see much enjoyment on his face.
Judging from his clothes, he is neither expensive nor cheap, his figure is strong and powerful, and his expression is not angry and intimidating. He does not look like a scholar, farmer, or businessman, but he is a warrior.
With a smile on his face, Ren Fu picked up the jug and poured wine for him. He said, "Mr. Liu, I told you something last time. You have to give me some news to confirm or refute it."
The man called Mr. Liu did not take the wine glass and took a deep breath. He said: "Should we take another look at this matter?"
"See what you said." Ren Fu smiled flatteringly, and he looked like a Qingke who had been hanging out in entertainment circles for a long time, taking off people's boots. "It's not like you always choose girls, just wait and see. This is a military and national matter, we can't wait..."
Mr. Liu was a little angry and said: "I also know that this is a major military matter, and you will lose your head! That's why I said let's look at it again, look at it again."
Ren Fu still had a smile on his face: "Look, small people dare not say what the general situation is in the world, but everyone can see clearly what the general situation in Guangdong is like. You have always been a goalkeeper in Humen. In recent years, Australians There are no less benefits for you - in fact, you always know it. They don't have to give it to you, right?"
This Mr. Liu is Mr. Qian of Humen Village. Since the Battle of Guangzhou, Fubo's army broke through Humen and burned Wuyangyi Station. The defense system along the Pearl River Estuary has basically collapsed. After Xiong Wencan took office, he cast cannons, ships and recruited troops. The Humen Village and some forts destroyed by the Fubo Army were rebuilt, and the defense system from the Pearl River Estuary to Baietan was barely rebuilt.
But this defense system is completely open to Australians. After experiencing the fire of the Battle of Pearl River Estuary, the local officials, gentry, and soldiers all knew that no matter how hard they fortified themselves, they were nothing more than clay sculptures and paper in front of the Australians. Ships flying the flag of the Senate openly sailed on the Pearl River, and no warships or checkpoints dared to intercept and interrogate them. At first it was just cargo ships and merchant ships, and then patrol boats also openly went up to Baietan. Mr. Liu Qian had been the guard of Humen Village for several years and knew this very well.
Seeing that he was silent, Ren Fu said softly: "Sir, those who understand current affairs are heroes."
Mr. Liu Qian was puzzled: "Brother Ren! It's not that I don't understand current affairs, it's really a big matter! This... this... is... a rebellion..." When he mentioned the word "rebellion", he couldn't help but lower his voice. He shouted, "I still have a family, just in case..."
He pondered for a moment and said: "That's it, you go back to the Australians. It's impossible for me to raise a banner and directly join the gang. But what the Australians are doing on the Pearl River, even if I don't see it at all, the camp gate will be closed." Not a single soldier came out. What do you think?"
Ren Fu sneered and said: "Mr. Liu, your calculation is too successful. Can your Humen Village withstand the Australian cannons? To be honest, if you don't want to join the group, the Australians can't. Just spend a little more gunpowder and give you only one chance to turn from darkness to light, so don’t miss it..."
Mr. Liu Qian thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll just join the gang! Look at this Ming Dynasty, he won't last long!"
"This is the hero." Ren Fu picked up the wine glass, "I'd like to toast Mr. Liu!"
The two of them drank the wine in their glasses. Mr. Liu Qian frowned and said, "There are just a few hundred people in Humen Village. It doesn't matter if they are soldiers, as long as they are paid! There are a few hundreds of households that are troublesome."
Ren Fu knew that they were negotiating terms. He thought for a while and said, "How much military salary does your village owe?"
"I haven't been paid full wages for half a year, and the odd bits and pieces add up to one and a half months' wages."
President Liu Qian actually laid an ambush and was actually paid three months' salary, half of which he took himself. The remaining one and a half months' pay was deducted at 70% and 70% off. Except for the officers and servants, most people could only get one month's military pay at best.
"It's easy to talk about wages." Ren Fu said generously, "Australians are the richest people, but are they afraid that they won't be able to pay them? I'm afraid there will still be rewards. What's the problem with a few hundred households?"
Mr. Liu said: "It's easy to say about the others. Two of them are from Tartar officials. It's a bit tricky."
These hundreds of Tartar officials are all Mongolian and Hui soldiers who came to Ming Dynasty from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. These people have lived in Guangzhou since the Yuan Dynasty. They can be called the old people of Guangzhou and are loyal to the Ming Dynasty. Because of their origins, the Tartar officials had always been on the same page, and they were born as local tigers. They were a very powerful force in Humen Village, and they did not like Liu Qianzong, an outsider. If they really want to cause trouble, these people will definitely not agree. They all have personal soldiers in their hands, and many of the soldiers in the camp are from various local guards and have similar voices. If these people raise their arms and call for help, the soldiers under his command may not be able to suppress them.
Ren Fu smiled sinisterly, "Mr. Liu also fought to earn his future with a sword and a gun. If they are willing to follow Mr. Liu, the Australians will benefit from it; if they are not willing, they will naturally have their place."
"Where?" Mr. Liu Qian's mind was at a loss for a moment.
"Hongmen Banquet!" Ren Fu said fiercely, "Mr. Liu, please don't become Xiang Yu when the time comes!"
Mr. Liu Qian nodded silently, as if he was thinking about something, and then said: "But those people under their command are not easy to deal with. They are all neighbors, and some are relatives..."
"Doesn't this all depend on your skills, Mr. Liu?" Ren Fu nodded, "You've already let the Australians do it for you, how can you still show off your skills?"
Mr. Liu Qian gritted his teeth and nodded: "I understand! You are right, Mr. Ren!" He added, "But what will be the number when the time comes? There must be a mark, otherwise it will be bad if it is accidentally injured."
"The warships fly five-color flags as a mark. As long as you see the five-color flags hanging out, you can start!" Ren Fu said, "When the time comes, you hang up the blue flags on the camp. When the Fubo Army sees them, they will naturally send someone to contact you. .”
"Blue flag," Mr. Liu Qian touched his head, "That's not the case. I'll ask someone to pull some blue cloth..."
"No need to go to such trouble." Ren Fu poured him another drink, "The blue flag has been prepared in the General Manager's camp. As long as the General Manager gives an order and announces the situation, someone will naturally present the flag. You Just sit back and enjoy the benefits. Hahaha."
Mr. Liu Qian also laughed a few times and his back was already wet with sweat. If you want to be a rebel or if you see the signal and do nothing when the time comes, the person who presents the blue flag will be the one who takes your head.
Qiu Ba was quite conflicted when he thought that he would rebel and surrender to the Ming Dynasty. It was also during the battle with Ba Paiyao that he earned his official title with a sword and a gun. It was a pity that he lost the Ming Dynasty official and became an Australian official.
But the Ming Dynasty has been exhausted and is in danger. Everyone can see this. This Australian was both rich and capable of fighting. When General He used all the troops in the province to attack, he suffered a huge defeat and provoked the Australians to advance into the city of Guangzhou. In the end, they had to pay money before retreating. It is obvious which one is strong and which one is weak. If you insist on going against the Australians, you are just trying to control the situation, and it will never end well. But if I just "succumb to Kun" like this, what will happen if I don't know my future in the future? I heard that the rules there are different from those in the Ming Dynasty...
While he was struggling, Ren Fu took out a piece of paper from his arms and stuffed it into his hand: "Take it, this is the wine money the Australians gave to your servants and soldiers."
Mr. Liu Qian knew that it was Delong's money order just from the texture and size of the piece of paper he got. He glanced at it: it was a pretty good number. The tangled mood was immediately swept away, and he whispered: "I am willing to do my best for the Senate."
Ren Fu smiled and said, "Easy to say, easy to say!" He was very interested and clapped his hands. The waiter who came in to serve said: "Go and call ten of your best girls for Mr. Liu to choose. Keep my account." (To be continued.)