The gunfire was as dense as a heavy rain, and the bayonets were shining like a jungle. The indigenous monkeys at the entrance of Lotte Bank were immediately slaughtered. When Tian Lin and Niu Jincai rushed into the hall, they found that the originally bustling trading hall was now littered with corpses. .
"Where is the president? Where is the president sent by Mr. Fan?" Tian Lin yelled.
"Dead... Our president was hacked to death by thugs..." The bank employee holding a bloody bayonet pointed at the dead body in the corner.
"Where is the gold? Who holds the key to the vault? Open the vault immediately and sink the gold into the sea. It will be too late... The Russians will board the dock immediately..."
The bank staff had no choice but to take out two different keys from the president and the cashier, and opened the door to the vault behind them.
The shocking golden light just flashed in people's eyes. There were bags of gold sand everywhere on the wooden shelves. In the box, there were all kinds of Western gold coins, horseshoe gold from the Qing Dynasty, and even newly minted bar-shaped gold ingots. .
Twelve thousand ounces of gold was accumulated by the entire country of Bo Ni in half a year, and the hardships involved are indescribable to outsiders.
"Don't just look around. I know there is a waterway behind the bank that leads to the sea. Hurry up and open the door and throw it in..."
At this moment, there was a sudden noise at the gate: "The foreign devils are coming ashore! The foreign devils are coming towards us! Fire! Hold them back..."
The guard captain roared in horror. In front of him, among the burning grain ships, countless Russian soldiers were swarming in like the tide at the full moon.
The indigenous monkeys who had just been dispersed became bolder again. They used countless alleys and alleys to cover the crowds of Russian soldiers and launched an attack on Bailayi's Financial Street. Of course, gunshots, sword flashes, and stones smashed the glass. And roaring like a wild beast.
At this moment, there are only two words repeated back and forth in the entire dock: "Kill all the Chinese... grab all the gold... kill all the Chinese... grab all the gold..."
"Listen to my order... use all the muskets... three-stage fire! Fire!"
Bang bang bang... A series of white smoke spurted out from the main entrance and windows of the bank. The bullets immediately knocked over a group of Russian soldiers and countless monkeys who were rushing at the front. However, the number of guards was too small and the bullet rain could not form. The continuous killing waves and the density of bullets simply cannot exceed the number of enemy troops charging.
And these people also underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Russian Army. This expedition the Czar sent a group of newly formed troops from Moscow. These soldiers were not only equipped with the latest rifles, but more importantly, the composition of the soldiers was very reasonable and scientific.
The grassroots officers are all children of small aristocratic families and have received excellent military education since childhood. Most of the soldiers are serfs liberated from the abolition movement in recent years. This group of people has an almost fanatical worship of the Czar. .
The spirit of patriotism is inherently a very selfish spirit, and the subject it relies on is the nation. The Chinese have their own lofty spirit. They are fighting for the Chinese code, the rejuvenation of their nation, and the happiness of their descendants.
But these newly liberated serfs are not a group of pure bandits. They also have their own great spirit in their hearts. They want to get rich, and they want to repay their kindness. They have a very high sense of identification with Russia and the Czar, and they have a higher sense of their own nation. It is immense love.
The firepower of the Chinese defense was fierce, but the determination of the Russian soldiers to attack was unwavering. The soldiers shouting "Long Live the Tsar" stepped on the corpses on the ground and ants followed them. Soon the two sides entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat with red bayonets.
Half of the bank's door and windows were covered with sandbags. Both sides stabbed back and forth through the sandbag wall with rifle bayonets. The smell of blood in the air suddenly rose to the sky.
The throat was cut off, the eyeballs were shot out, the chest was pushed open... the two groups of people were completely pressed against each other.
"Kill one to earn money, kill two to earn one... The first battle with the Rakshasa ghost has allowed us Bai Layi Chinese to catch up. Don't fucking lose the face of our ancestors... fight to the death!"
"Attack! Attack! Give these yellow-skinned monkeys a lesson they will never forget. Kill them all until they are afraid of us ten thousand years from now... Charge forward for the Tsar's Far East!"
At this moment, human life is no longer human life. The messengers of hell in the sky grab the souls of the dead and throw them into hell. The laughter in the sky seems to be celebrating this feast of human life.
With a clang, the parang knife in the hands of the indigenous monkeys was frightened and fell to the ground. Monkeys in these dense forests in Southeast Asia have never seen such brutal killings. They dare to say that two tribes can have three to four hundred people fighting with each other. What kind of battle will be passed down from generation to generation, and then recorded in songs.
The Chinese and the Russians, two ancient nations that have experienced thousands of years of ups and downs, came into contact today. The iron-like fighting will of both sides sparked billions of sparks. The kind of complete sacrifice of life and overwhelming spiritual power. All the momentum made all the indigenous monkeys tremble with fear.
"What is the outside world like? How can there be such terrible people? Don't these Chinese usually just farm? How can they kill as ferociously as foreigners at this moment..."
Some peoples are originally uncivilized barbaric tribes. They just choose to use animal instincts to survive. Even robbing and killing are just following the instincts of wild monkeys.
They will never be able to understand what a country is, what a nation is, and what is the spirit that supports people's sacrifice and dedication... That spirit is the most terrifying weapon in the world.
The houses in Financial Street are very sturdy, all made of cement, steel, and masonry. The limited doors and windows limit the enemy's numerical advantage, and the battle has strangely entered a stalemate.
Banks and the internal vaults of major business houses have now opened their water gates and started pouring gold into the sea from secret passages.
From the day when the blueprints were designed, Financial Street has considered the inevitable factor of war, so every store has a secret escape passage leading to the sea. When the stone door on the floor is opened, a stream of salty and humid air rushes up. , people walk down the wet steps, and they can lead to the sea in less than ten meters.
No one can guarantee whether the gold will be safe if it is thrown here, but if the situation is urgent, people can only treat it as a living horse.
The blue water is full of sunken wreckage, dead bodies are floating on the water, and blood is rippling in circles. The dark bilge of the grain boat above is pouring, and through the sea water, piles of grain burning like torches can be seen on the water.
The suffocating guys carried the gold and threw it on the seabed. They would rather give the gold to the Dragon King in vain than leave any gold to the Russians.
Tian Lin and Niu Jincai at the entrance of the secret passage were already frantic with anxiety. The sound of killing outside was so loud that the guards could not stop it. However, it was impossible to move all the gold out of the narrow secret passage at once. The two were anxious. People were rushing around in a hurry.
At this moment, the guard captain's desperate roar suddenly came from outside, "Brother, I'm going to take the first step... pull the grenade and die with them!"
There was a loud bang, and the hearts of the two shopkeepers trembled. They knew that the guard captain had died for his family.
