There is a limit to the Chinese people's patience, and now the limit of patience is Xiao Letian's death order, one hour. After persisting in hand-to-hand combat and collision for half an hour, these young officers finally survived an hour that left them furious.
The pocket watch is now the standard equipment for all Xiao Letian's officers. When they saw that the pointer had pointed to 6:30 in the morning, that is, after the prescribed one-hour hold period, these tigers whose hands and feet were tied could finally attack openly.
"Charge, everyone distributes weapons...an hour has passed, let us kill with open arms!"
"Come on with the knife and chop these devils to death... The blood of our brothers cannot be shed in vain..."
"Where are the muskets? Bring the muskets up, focus the fire attack, and kill these thugs..."
The guards charged like crazy, and the officers in the crowd shouted one after another, especially the young people, Xiao Hexin, Sima Yun, Luo Huo, and the Japanese swordsman Noheita...the eyes of these young men were blue from holding back for a long time. Just wait for the killing spree now. Update as soon as possible
The only ones who can still remain calm now are Wing King Shi Dakai and Ryukyu Kingdom’s General Cai Mao. Elders like them who are good at strategy can still restrain the impulse in their hearts. While they are fanatical, they have not forgotten Xiao Letian’s strategic intent.
"Stop, everyone, stop. Mr. Xiao wants to conquer the Japanese people. Even if it takes an hour, he can't go on a killing spree... Damn it, who asked you to light the Molotov cocktail! Are you crazy..."
"Slow down, everyone slow down, keep a distance from the Japanese, just suppress them, don't kill anymore... Damn it, when did you hide the dagger? Who the hell asked you to cut his throat? Are you fucking crazy..."
The two veterans tried their best to maintain order in the crowd. After all, their prestige was there. First, the Chinese and Ryukyu soldiers began to calm down. Although their hands did not stop, the charging speed slowed down significantly. Please come to more and faster chapters.
At this time, the officers of the Young Faction were all furious. They couldn't vent their emotions and yelled angrily, "Fuck, what the hell kind of battle is this? What kind of shit battle is this..."
The Chinese and Ryukyus were easy to control, but the pirates led by Noheita were difficult to control. The swordsman, who was covered in blood and looked like a gourd, raised his arms and shouted, "We are the personal bodyguards of the Prime Minister, and we are directly under the jurisdiction of Mr. Xiao." Those who are trapped in the battle, you can't control us... If you don't do it, we will..."
While they were talking, more than a dozen figures rushed up from behind the team, led by the smart Shoheitaro. They were holding bundles of tachi in their hands, which were just thrown on the ground. Please come to more and faster chapters.
"Copy the knife, let's do it ourselves..." Xiao Bingtaro still looks like the bad gambler he used to be. With the addition of a surname, it's like he has an extra soul, and his whole aura has completely changed.
I saw him yelling in broken Chinese, "I am... the son of the Prime Minister... you have nothing to do with me... Those with red cloth on their arms, come after me..." As he spoke, Xiaoheitaro and Nohira Taichi were leading each other from left to right. More than a hundred pirates rushed forward like crazy. In a short time, everyone's sight was filled with blood.
Xiao Bingtaro's words actually silenced Shi Dakai, Cai Mao and others. At that time, thinking about what this child said, there was really no way to refute it. Xiao Letian recognized Xiao Bingtaro as his godson in front of thousands of people. Legally speaking, if Xiao Letian has no heirs in the future, this child will probably inherit the family business. This is the young master!
Although people knew that it was impossible for him to become the young master, Xiao Letian recognized his son as a way to repay his siblings for saving their lives, and not really to train him to inherit the family business. But at such a critical juncture, the identity of this godson made him the leader of the entire team.
When the pirates started killing, some of the fanatics in the team couldn't hold back their emotions. "Even the Japanese rushed forward, and even the Lord's godson didn't care about life and death. How can we be such cowards...Mom?" Yes, I can’t bear it anymore..."
One after another, the soldiers broke away from their formation and charged forward. The situation suddenly got out of control, and the team that had finally stabilized began to become restless again.
Wing King Shi Da drove around anxiously, and a chill suddenly came out of his heart. He realized that his own era had passed. The King of Wings who commanded thousands of troops on the southern battlefield had gradually disappeared from people's hearts, and belonged to Xiao Letian. The time has come.
"It's like the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. I didn't expect that I would be marginalized so quickly, but at least this is what I long for..."
The assault by the Japanese mercenaries shocked all the escapees. At this time, Yamamoto Kiyoshi stood at the gate of the gathering area, holding the fence gate with one hand and beckoning the Japanese to retreat into the concentration camp with the other hand.
"Run quickly, enter the camp quickly, use all the buildings to defend... These Qing slaves have betrayed their faith and have started killing people... Damn, you still don't believe me when I say they will massacre the city, look at it now, look at it..."
"Nohira Tai! You bastard... Baga, Baga..." Yamamoto Kiyoshi is now extremely eager to gather an offensive army again, but it is too late. There is no chance now. The courage of all Japanese people to resist has been lost. It was exhausted in the long street assault just now, and now even if the God of War is reincarnated, it will be difficult to reverse it. Update as soon as possible
Tens of thousands of Japanese rushed back to the concentration camp. In despair, they gathered together and cuddled with their relatives, closing their eyes and waiting for the last moment of their lives. At this time, they were exhausted both physically and mentally. They were too tired from the hell-like experience of the past few days, which had made them go from thugs to prisoners, then to thugs, and now to prisoners again.
No one expects the Qing people to be lenient. Even the Japanese themselves can't forgive themselves now. Look at the crazy killings of Noheita and the pirates outside the camp. Even the Japanese can't stand this nightmare. .
Just die. In this small island country, which is full of earthquakes, tsunamis, typhoons and volcanic eruptions, death has always been a constant companion. When it comes to understanding the impermanence of life, the Japanese are the best in the world.
Gradually, low voices of chanting Buddhist scriptures came from the crowd, and then Catholic hymns also sounded. At this time, the main beliefs of the Japanese were Buddhism and Catholicism. At the last moment of their lives, regardless of whether they had faith or not, they would lean on their families and pray again with all their heart.
Yamamoto Kiyoshi was really going crazy. He ran like crazy in the camp and yelled hysterically, "Get up, you cowards, don't wait to die, fight with them... We form a formation to fight, and we will fight to the death... ...Amaterasu will not abandon us, you are all cowards...ah!"
Yamamoto Kiyo went crazy. His eyes were as red as bulls, his hair was messy and fluttering in the wind, and his body was covered in blood and dirt like a pig rolled out of a muddy pond. Update as soon as possible
"Coward, you are all cowards. You will never be able to become a samurai in this life. You will always be untouchables..." Yamamoto Kiyoshi may not be able to understand for the rest of his life. Not everyone in this world wants to be a samurai. There are also untouchables. My own little happiness.
It is enough to have a house to shelter from wind and rain, a bowl of rice to satisfy hunger, and family members to be reunited with each other. The warrior dream in your heart may not matter at all in the eyes of these untouchables.
Just when Yamamoto Kiyoshi was going crazy, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind and knocked him to the ground with a punch. "Yamamoto-kun, wake up. You have been lost in blood. Don't harm others anymore..." Xiao Letian has arrived, do you think that is his recognition flag?"
Kashan Riyuan lifted Yamamoto Kiyoshi's neck collar, pointed his finger in the distance and shouted loudly, "That is Xiao Letian's recognition flag. He has arrived, and there will be no massacre at all! Everyone retreats and gets rid of contact, Xiao Letian will Let his men restrain themselves..."
At this time, there were no more fleeing Japanese at the entrance of the camp. Countless tattered furniture and household items were thrown out from the gathering area, forming a mountain-like blockage at the entrance of the camp. Whenever Noheita and the others try to climb up, they are attacked by a rain of garbage.
Just when Noheita and the others were trying to break through this mountain of rubbish, a low horn horn sound suddenly came from behind the formation. It was the army's rally call. Soldiers who heard the sound of the horn must assemble immediately.
"Bah... let you live a little longer, you just wait to die, a bunch of idiots..." Nohira cursed and led the pirates back to the main formation quickly.
Xiao Letian came as expected. He was carried by Xiang Shaolong, and beside him was Ryoma Sakamoto on the sedan. Following closely behind him was Liang Kun, who had just come to support, holding Xiao Letian's broken identification flag in his hand. , rushing towards the rising sun.
"Your Excellency, Military Advisor, Sir, Prime Minister..." As soon as the army saw Xiao Letian's pale face and the weak Sakamoto Ryoma beside him, everyone knew that the blood transfusion must be true. The soldiers were not only filled with sadness, but also fell to their knees with a loud bang.
Especially those Japanese pirates who rushed back, when they saw that Ryoma Sakamoto was alive, their admiration for Xiao Letian in their hearts was like a torrential river, and they turned into tears.
At that moment, more than a thousand men could not suppress their inner emotions, and the entire battlefield burst into tears. Xiao Letian looked at these simple men with red eyes. He knew that in this era, human beings' understanding of blood is always full of religious mystery.
Xiao Letian's use of blood to save the Japanese envoy today will lead to various versions of rumors within a few days, and these rumors will undoubtedly have a mythical flavor.
Some people may call him a living Bodhisattva or the unparalleled benevolence and righteousness of our time, but others will call him an evil ghost from hell who holds the devil's magic in his hands. However, whether it is praise or derogation, people have great respect for the man who saved their lives with his own blood. This is something I admire from the bottom of my heart. From today on, Xiao Letian's team cohesion is as if it is made of steel, no matter how hard it is to be broken.
This kind of loyalty comes from the heart. It is definitely not comparable to the loyalty condensed by high-ranking officials, generous salaries and severe punishments. A trace of military soul is forged from this.
The scene of more than a thousand men crying loudly was so spectacular. Huashan Liyuan stood blankly in the camp and looked at the crying crowd not far away. All he felt was despair.
"Weeping Army! This is a cry from the heart. Such a sad and tragic spirit, I'm afraid no one in this world can resist it... It turns into a spirit of an army when it cries, it turns into an army when it cries!"
Note: Alas... historical themes are indeed difficult to write. Almost every chapter is coded with great effort. Countless information needs to be checked, various plots need to be arranged and combined, and brain cells are dying in droves. No wonder there are fewer and fewer people writing history now. This kind of crime is really terrible.
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