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Chapter 88: Sweet Harbor - Fire Temple
Xu Yingjie said: "These equipment have not been tested in actual combat. I heard that there was an operation in Leizhou, so I brought it. Don't worry, the weapons have been tested many times. They were brought when they are relatively mature."
Chang Shide said: "There is just something going on. There are some things you can try." He turned to look at Bei Wei.
Bei Wei nodded: "Okay."
"What else? The concept of the arrow in the sleeve is not bad, but I think it is a bit dangerous." Chen 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. There was dew on the ground, and the group of people gathered in the yard 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 was already at its zenith, he felt uneasy and kept looking in the direction of Xuwen County.
Li Yunsheng is one of several indigenous members of the special reconnaissance team brought by Bei Wei from Lingao. Like the army and navy, the special reconnaissance team has also begun to recruit indigenous warriors, and the standards for recruitment are particularly strict. First of all, they must be free from any worries. Orphans, followed by young children, and those over 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 special reconnaissance team members to form a strong sense of belonging and combat camaraderie.
Bei Wei told the team members: "Treat the trainees like your sons and brothers. They are not only the future seeds of the special reconnaissance team, but also the future guardians of the time-traveling regime."
These trainees have only been trained 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 Zou 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 training, 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, Chief Bei would personally bring someone to pick him up at midnight, 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 ridge. There are faint white strips of cloth on the arms - it is the signal of identification. He quickly asked:
"password"
"Clean up" was Bei Wei's voice, and he indeed led the team himself.
There are fifteen people in the team, including those brought by Bei Wei from Lingao last time and those new this time. Full of energy and courage. Xu Yingjie also came with him to observe the effects of using weapons on the spot.
Everyone gathered in a group and hid in a mass grave by the roadside. Li Yunsheng reported the information he collected during the day, and then roughly drew a topographic map of Monk Zou Temple on the ground with branches and small stones.
According to Li Yunsheng's description, the temple of Monk Zou is very large, with as many as 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 gestured, "so after dark, the temple priests 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, Bei Wei 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, try to use knives and crossbows to resolve battles, and don’t drop anything."
"Let's go" Bei Wei pulled down his hood
With Li Yunsheng as the guide and Tong Beiwei walking in front, they followed the vegetable gardens, wheat fields, ditches, grave mounds, and rows of trees on the outskirts of Hai'an Street until they came to the back of a collapsed pavilion to the north of Monk Zou 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.
Bei Wei used his only infrared telescope to carefully observe his surroundings. Although the Zou Monk Temple is on Hai'an Street, it is actually at the end of the street. The surrounding area is very desolate, with vegetable fields and mass graves everywhere. In other words, the grounds in front of the temple are somewhat decent, with many small business sheds supporting them - It was midnight, so the sheds were naturally empty.
A few minutes later, the temple door suddenly 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 side of the vegetable garden. Seeing that there was no one around, they straightened up and walked over as if nothing had happened. As soon as they reached the corner, the two team members who had been hiding there silently pounced from behind and stopped them. Hug. The two bad boys were shocked. Just as they were about to shout, they were grabbed by their necks. Drag them behind the grave and aim the tip of the knife at their chests.
The two bad boys were so frightened that they fell down under the grave. They thought it was a robbery by strong men, and they begged again and again: "Your Majesty, spare your life, and the little one has a few carts of silver on you. Please give them all to your Majesty."
"Don't talk." One of the team members waved the knife.
"You are Zhao Jijiao's subordinates"
The two people looked at each other and seemed to already know who the visitor was. One person had already lost most of his fear and said with a sneer on his face: "Who did I think it was? It turns out he is from South China -"
Bei Wei flicked his wrist, and the dagger was already buried in his chest. The man's eyes suddenly widened, his face was full of disbelief, and he was dead.
Everyone immediately smelled a stench. Another has become incontinent.
"Are you Zhao Jijiao's subordinate?"
"Yes, yes, that's right, 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."
A search of their belongings revealed that it was indeed true. 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 was given"
"You guys don't know, money is all money. If you go and put it away, you will be given one tael. If you burn something, you will be given another ten taels."
The price tag is really not small. Bei Wei listened to the questions and answers. I wish you, Third Master, are so generous.
"Where are Zhao Ji's feet?"
"Just, just making money in the front hall."
"How many people are there?"
"More than twenty."
“It’s all in there”
"One of them went out to set a fire yesterday and hasn't come back yet, and a few of them were drinking outside."
“A few didn’t come back”
"Three or four people are coming and going. The younger ones don't know everything. Please be merciful."
"Does Zhao Jijiao have any acquaintances or friends outside?"
"Just a good bitch who goes there sometimes."
Seeing that the questions were almost finished, Bei Wei nodded, and the interrogator moved the tip of his knife forward to kill him.
Immediately, the clothes of the corpse were stripped and thrown into a deep pit in a mass grave - corpses without owners were often dumped here. A group of people went straight to Monk Zou Temple. Bei Wei left one person on guard outside the temple, and he took seven people with him. They climbed up the north wall on a ladder, climbed up a big pine tree on the top of the wall, and slipped into the back of the first hall of the temple.
The front hall is small and dilapidated - 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, and avoid making trouble, the first entrance was simply abandoned during the renovation and was directly renovated. With the three-entry courtyard at the back of the expansion, the middle door is closed and becomes a whole.
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 the nightlife.
Under the gable, there are piles of dried firewood and baskets of clear oil, as well as many bamboo torches from merchants from the north and south. The heads of these torches have been processed, making them easy to ignite and have a long burning time. long.
Bei Wei 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 shouting and drinking six bets, the ground on both sides was covered with straw, and people were sleeping in all directions.
Along the wall, there are many large and small sticks, which are probably their weapons - they use knives to commit murder. The gangsters are very legal-minded and will never let anyone grab this handle, so they always use only the knife when committing murder. sticks.
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 Molotov cocktails in this time and space - they have been changed to Xu Yingjie cocktails in this time and space in recognition of his skill in making this. A display of great 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 out. Before the people inside could recover, the second batch of grenades were thrown in, and one of them hit the gaming table directly. , the burning mixture splashed onto the person and burned immediately. 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, which immediately exploded on the ground. Gray powder exploded everywhere. The pungent peppery smell made the people inside cough and sneeze, making the scene even more chaotic.
"Someone's coming to destroy the guy." Zhao Jijiao reacted quickly, kicked down the burning table, covered his nose with his sleeves, quickly got out of the crowd, and went to the side 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. It was oil.
This is obviously the clear oil he bought and planned to use to set fires in southern China.
He has a very quick mind. He is treating the other person with his own medicine. He must be from South China.
Want to 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 from South China--"
Before the word "Le" came out, several more grenades 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 engulfed in flames.
The person who saw the opportunity the quickest had already run to the door of the temple, only to find 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.
Bei Wei listened attentively. In the distance, the gong indicating an emergency was ringing, and the village warriors must also be gathering.
It would take at least five minutes to run here from Hai'an Street. By the time they finished forming the team and set off, their own people would have already gone far.
Bei Wei asked: "Has the fire spread to the back?"
"No," the team member reported, "it's quite some distance away, and the partition wall is a wind and fire wall. Maybe when we were building it, we were worried that there would be a fire in the front yard."
"Yeah." Bei Wei responded, this is best. It’s not that we want to protect cultural relics, but that Monk Zou 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 pouring water on the door from behind."
This is a measure to prevent the flame from spreading. Bei Wei was relieved that they didn't go out. He didn't want to kill people unnecessarily.
Seeing that the fire was already very big and there was gradually no sound inside, he waved his hand and said, "Evacuate".
