The war situation took a turn for the worse. Sun Sanhu never expected that at this critical moment, these businessmen who usually nodded and bowed when meeting officials would actually dare to attack the officials today? Are you rebelling?
Sun Sanhu's plan did not consider the owners of these shops at all. This big mistake was just as fatal as Xiao Letian's failure to expect that the combat effectiveness of the government officials was so low.
Sun Sanhu ran to the wall of the main entrance courtyard, climbed up the wall with one hand and shouted loudly, "Are you all crazy? I am a guard with a sword in the Forbidden City, and I have the emperor's secret order..."
"Hit him! Beat this liar to death..." The musket flashed, and the bullets hit the courtyard wall like a rain of bullets, and debris flew into the air.
"You actually dare to use the emperor's name. The emperor has no one who is in charge of the government. How can he give you a secret decree? You are just a liar. Hit him, hit him, keep hitting him..."
Sun Sanhu, who was huddled under the wall, was so angry that he almost gave himself a slap in the face. This was really ill-considered. He just wanted to use the emperor's name to frighten the people, and the common people were easy to fool anyway. He forgot that businessmen have always been the most well-informed class in society, and they are not easy to fool.
"Cease fire, cease fire quickly. I am the secret envoy sent by the Queen Mother and the Prime Minister's Yamen. I am specially here to handle this big case of Xiao Letian..."
When the outsider heard this, it was even more nonsense. "Fart, the Prime Minister's Office is only in charge of foreign affairs and diplomacy. When did it have the right to interfere with the Ministry of Justice? As for the Queen Mother's secret decree, it is even more nonsense. Mr. Xiao is almost becoming an Eight Banners uncle. The Queen Mother will kill Him? Do you think we are stupid..."
"Shoot, focus your fire and kill this liar. Anyone who dares to pretend to be the emperor's emissary cannot believe anything he says. Rush in..."
The howling guys opened fire and wanted to get into the door, but they underestimated the hand-to-hand combat capabilities of these dead soldiers. As soon as the two young guys put their feet in, they were flashed by two white lights, and their legs were chopped off.
"Ah!" The injured boy hugged his leg and screamed on the ground, scaring the boys around him so much that they didn't dare to rush.
For people who have not received military training, the most courage they can muster is to hold a foreign gun and shoot at a long distance, because the distance can somewhat conceal the blood and cruelty of war, but if they are allowed to fight hand-to-hand, they are looking for the wrong target. There are quite a few of these guys who are bleeding.
The confrontation instantly entered a state of excitement. The dead soldiers inside the courtyard wall climbed on the wall to shoot crossbows and throw concealed weapons, while the guys outside relied on the range of foreign guns without paying for the same slanted ammunition. The two sides fought extremely lively, but they may not be able to finish it in half a day. One or two die.
Shopkeeper Niu and several other bosses were running around in circles, rubbing their hands but unable to do anything. Finally, a smart boy came up with an idea, which was to demolish the house, build a tower, and build a weirway.
Sure enough, there is strength in numbers. There were hundreds of young men who didn't care whose house was behind them. A group of people shouted slogans and knocked down the courtyard walls one after another, and even removed the pillars and beams of the main house.
Shopkeeper Niu was beside him frantically urging, "It doesn't matter who it is, I'm rich, I can afford the compensation... Hurry up and put up the beams..."
Groups of good guys leaned against the wall of the Yamen courtyard with beams, columns, purlins, etc., and then started to throw bricks, tiles, gravel, broken furniture, Kang mats, etc. on top. In a short time, a simple The weirway was formed, which allowed guys who didn't know how to do light work to stand on the wall and shoot from a high position.
"Fire, suppress these bastards..." Then there was a flash of gunfire and pungent gun smoke. Under the cover of a heavy rain of projectiles, dozens of young men rushed up the three weirways, and they had just squatted on the wall. They didn't aim and raised their hands and fired randomly, hitting the dead soldiers behind them crying for their fathers and mothers.
More and more guys rushed up to the wall, and finally three condescending crossfire points were formed, blocking all the dead soldiers behind the main entrance, beating them so hard that they couldn't even raise their heads.
"Open the front door, rush in and save people..." With fire cover, the guys rushed over like a tide, and the black door was knocked open with a bang.
Now Sun Sanhu has gone crazy. He fights and retreats while still cursing. He can't figure out why so many people in the world want to rebel at the risk of their lives? There are riots in the south, the Nien Army in the north, foreigners overseas, and this year there are Japanese Japs, and now even the lowly businessmen are rebelling.
"You are all lunatics, all lunatics, how dare you rebel, how dare you disrespect the emperor? That is the emperor, our master, how dare you untouchables disobey the emperor's orders!"
Just as he was cursing, the dead soldiers around him picked him up and fled to the backyard. "My lord, please retreat quickly. The main entrance can no longer be defended. That Xiao Letian cannot be kept and must be killed!"
"Okay, okay, this is what you forced me to do...do it, everyone, do it..." Sun Sanhu was indeed a boy's kung fu practitioner. This roar was full of energy, and the sound waves covered the entire yamen.
The dead soldiers sitting on the gunpowder barrel shouted, "Master, Master, this slave's life will be given back to you..." After saying this, they pressed the torch hard on the gunpowder barrel.
A series of dull explosions were heard. The roofs of seven wing rooms were blown through, and the people inside narrowly escaped death.
Of course, there are exceptions. The catcher Zhou Xing is one of them. When the gunshots outside the yamen became more and more intensive and closer, he had already glanced at more than a dozen disciples around him. These dozen of the smartest ones The detectives were all disciples of Zhou Xing, and they immediately understood what their master was going to do.
When Sun Sanhu's roar sounded, Zhou Xing was the first to pounce, his whole chest hitting the torch. He used his body as a flame isolation zone and desperately pushed the source of the fire outward. At this time, the surrounding policemen also pounced on him, tearing and biting him like a pack of hounds, pushing the dead man into the corner.
The dead man let out a desperate roar. He shook the torch desperately and tried to throw it, but unexpectedly, a young detective rushed out of the diagonal stab and bit his wrist. This bite was so vicious that his teeth bit into the bone. The dead man screamed and dropped his torch to the ground. The crisis was finally resolved.
Zhou Xing, who ignored the pain in his chest, took out the dagger in his boot and slashed the dead man's throat with one blow. He turned around and kicked open the door and shouted, "Everyone gather together, go and save the Lord..." However, there were only a few people who responded to his roar, and there were only about thirty surviving government officials gathered together.
Zhou Xing was so distressed that he cried, and at this moment, there was a sudden exclamation from the backyard, and Sun Sanhu's roaring curses drifted over in the cold wind.
"Trash, you are all trash..." It turned out that in front of Sun Sanhu, a big hole had been opened in the north wall of the besieged blue brick house, and Xiao Letian and his men had long since disappeared.
Sun Sanhu grabbed a dead soldier who was shot in the shoulder and shook him desperately, "What's going on? What's going on? Aren't you guarding the street behind? The wall is broken, can't you see? Why? Can make them run away..."
The dead man who was shot opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, "I'm sorry...there's a ghost...there's a ghost..." Before he could finish speaking, his head tilted and he was already dead.
It took Sun Sanhu a long time to figure out that the ghost this kid was talking about was a foreigner. On Yamen North Street, the long street outside the north wall of the house where Xiao Letian was trapped, two sneaky weirdos suddenly came out. Before the dead soldiers could take action, they suddenly started working on the left and right, and four The foreign guns hit hard and fast.
"Sir, they are foreigners, two foreign devils... they are using the kind of revolvers used by officers. They are so accurate that my brother can't stand it anymore, and they also have..."
That's right, the two foreigners who made the sneak attack actually brought a lot of sticks used by the miners. They lit them and threw them at the root of the gable wall. After three explosions, the wall was not collapsed, but it was blown away. It collapsed from the inside out, and Lord Long's tall body was like a bison, knocking out a big hole in the blue brick wall.
"They escaped to the north. What should I do, sir?" The dead soldiers gathered together and looked at Sun Sanhu, while the guard with a knife listened to the chaotic gunshots and footsteps from the south, looked at the cage without prey, and became angry. Stomping his feet.
"Let's go. Xiao Letian is probably going to save his woman, so let's go too. I don't believe it. Is this kid a nine-tailed fox? Isn't it impossible to kill him..."
After Sun Sanhu and his men disappeared into the darkness, shopkeeper Niu, the headman Zhou Xing and others finally united and rushed into the inner house. However, when they saw the empty courtyard and the big hole in the north wall, everyone Everyone was dumbfounded.
"Where's Mr. Xiao? Where's your lord? Where have they gone..." Zhou Xing angrily slashed at the window lattice with his waist knife, "Search! We must search it out. Now that Tanggu is in trouble like this, there is no way to hide it from the court. But this crisis is beyond Xiao Xiao Unless Mr. Xiao can crack it, no one can do it. Even if we want to save our lives, we have to save Mr. Xiao’s life..."
Zhou Xing is telling the truth. The current chaos in Tanggu is no different from rebellion. The court will never let it go. The court did not expand the riot in the summer in order to balance the situation, but the royal family is already holding back their anger. There was no involvement from the Hunan Army and Qingliu forces in this conflict. It was simply a conflict between the royal agents and Xiao Letian.
This is the point of contact. Since there is no buffering force to make peace with this kind of conflict, both sides have to continue fighting for the sake of face. Zhou Xing is an old man, so he can understand a little bit of what's going on here. He is really scared.
Shopkeeper Niu and the others also understood it, and there was a cold sweat as big as a soybean on their foreheads: "Look for Mr. Xiao quickly, we must rescue Mr. Xiao, otherwise we will all have to play... No one except Mr. Xiao can withstand the falling sky!" "
People shouted for Xiao Letian, but now Xiao Letian was calling for his wife. He knew that Xiao Hexin and Sima Yun would not let him down. If the two new armies couldn't even deal with the backward and decadent Green Camp soldiers, it would be really terrible. I'm sorry for Xiao Letian's money and hard work.
The most worrying thing now is his wife. In the whole plan, Xiao Letian left too little security force for his mansion. There were only fifty armed guards, but Xiao Letian was the most important person who needed to be protected. woman.
"Run, run, run... run quickly, my wife will be gone if it's too late... Oops!" On the country dirt road in the dark night, Xiao Letian was stumbled by something while running wildly, and a dog gnawed on the mud. Climb down.
