The two teams returned to Lao Lin one after another. The team that inspected the corpse reported that they did not find the body of the pigeon breeder, and brought a piece of information. There were three pigeon breeders in charge of the pigeon house in the General Mansion, and not a single body was found.
"It's good that you're not dead, it's good that you're not dead!" Lao Lin beat his chest with his fist in relief to relieve the depression in his heart.
"Reporting to your lord, the observation post at the back door has obeyed your order. All the servants dressed as servants, as well as the people in the inner house with luxurious clothes, have been caught. A total of eight people have identified and found no pigeon breeder!"
"Huh? You didn't find it either! Does this mean the pigeon breeder is still in the mansion? Search, search for me quickly..." Vice General Lin jumped up excitedly. "As long as he doesn't run away, it's fine. As long as he is still in the general's mansion, we will I can find it out for him!"
At this moment, Grandpa Zhang, who had been silent, said, "Slow down! The most important thing now is not to find the pigeon breeder, but to control the four doors!"
"Sir, the south gate is now in our hands, but the east, west, north and west gates are still wide open. Now we have taken advantage of the chaos, but don't forget that there is Jin Zuoling outside the city. He is not free! "
"Qiqihar's cavalry is under his control. Once the cavalry enters the city, no matter how powerful your firearms are, you will not be able to get any advantage!"
The veteran said eagerly, "Sir, listen to me. Send your elite troops to quickly control the four gates. Without saying a word, block them with sandbags, earth and rocks. How many days can they hold on? As long as those pigeon farmers don't leave the general." If you go to the government, I will be sure to find it for you!"
"Oh! Do you have any idea? Do you dare to issue a military order..."
"Why don't you dare! At my age, I have already lived enough. Even if I die, I will repay the emperor's favor!"
"Okay! If you are responsible, I will not treat you badly. I will always give your descendants a wealth and peace! Come here, divide your troops into nine hundred, and divide them into three groups to control the other three city gates. We encounter enemy troops on the way... Kill without mercy!"
Private soldiers are killing machines raised by generals. They never think about practicing military formations and martial arts every day. In such a chaotic moment, this group of people can still complete the distribution and reorganization of the team in an instant. Three hundred people and a commando are heading towards Rush away in the intended direction.
This road was really blocked by people and murderers. The rebels who poured into the city to grab water did not bring any weapons at all. Ninety percent of them were carrying swords and spears, and they carried property stolen from people's homes in their arms. No intention to fight.
This is also a very helpless thing. After all, they broke out of the barracks privately by destroying the fence of the barracks. It would be good if they could bring out spears and swords. As for those precious firearms, including gunpowder and lead bullets, they were all locked in the warehouse without orders from the superior. Can take it out.
This resulted in a tragic ending that was completely irresistible to Ningguta's private soldiers. One group of sheep in wolf's clothing only knew how to rob, while the other group was Siberian tigers with clear goals and armed to the teeth. The two sides met and ended up with nothing. No suspense.
Group after group of rebel soldiers were scattered and killed, and the frightened soldiers dispersed the friendly forces behind them. The chaos spread quickly like a virus. At this time, no senior officer could hold his ground, and the one-sided massacre officially began.
Post-war statistics show that almost 80% of the soldiers who died in the streets had wounds on their backs. This means that these soldiers were shot from behind or chopped down while escaping. There was no real organized resistance at all.
Even if occasionally a few powerful soldiers who were red-eyed after being killed want to fight back, but there are only a few people who cooperate with him, they usually make desperate counterattacks and are then beaten to the ground like hares by the bullets of private soldiers.
"Rush forward! The city gate is right in front! Capture the west city... set up defenses on the spot!"
"The east city gate is coming soon. Close the gate harder. Qiqihar will be ours..."
"North Gate, look, there's a big fish under the North Gate... That group of people surrounding it must be a big fish..."
The three teams arrived at their respective attack destinations almost at the same time. Only the North Gate attacking team followed by Black Dog and Er Donkey were the luckiest. They blocked a big fish at once, and the half-crazy general who was reorganizing his team was killed. Xing Ah.
"That's Guoxing'a! He's the highest-ranking officer left by Tepuxin. If you catch him, you'll be the biggest loser! Let's kill him, brothers..." More than three hundred people rushed over like a tide, and they all roared with red faces.
At present, Gohing'a has gathered more than 700 chaotic soldiers at the north gate. He also knows that these chaotic soldiers have little fighting power, so he does not attack rashly and wants to gather at least a thousand people before returning to the general's mansion.
But I didn't expect these rebels to be so rampant, with only more than 300 people daring to charge!
"I'm so angry! Brothers, kill these rebels. If we fail with just this few people, we will be sorry for the general's kindness! Come on, I'll charge!"
If Guo Xing'a shouted "I'm going to fight with you" today, maybe the situation of the battle would change, but "I'm going to fight with you" is not interesting no matter how you listen to it.
The sparse shouts of killing from his men had no momentum at all, and the team that rushed out was scattered like a flock of sheep looking for food.
Looking at Ning Guta's private soldiers, each one's face was glowing red, and the smell of blood on their bodies could be carried three miles away by the wind. "Brothers, let them see what war is! Throw grenades and explode..."
Swish, swish, swish... The private soldiers who rushed at the front threw more than 80 melon grenades in one breath, and the street, which was not very spacious, exploded.
Boom boom boom, gunpowder smoke dispersed, shrapnel flew, the soldiers on the opposite side were cut like scarecrows, and the soldiers fell into a pool of blood piece by piece.
The smell of blood suddenly became strong, and then the private soldiers were like furious tigers killing people in the smoke. Guoxinga saw bodies shaking everywhere in the gray smoke, the whine of the blade cutting through the air, and the desperate wails. People are worried.
In a moment, the murderous private soldiers rushed out of the smoke on the long street. The first one was covered in blood, and the sword in his hand was raised high, and the blood droplets on it splashed in the wind.
"Guoxing! You are here to die!"
"Protect me quickly!" Guo Xing'a grabbed the guard beside him who was stunned and dragged him directly in front of him. With a pop of the sword, he disemboweled him.
"My mother! These are not human beings, they are all gods of death...gods of death from hell! Run..." The remaining soldiers did not dare to resist at all and turned around and rushed out from the city gate. People crowded and hated each other. My parents didn't give birth to two extra legs.
The Ningguta Killing Gods who rushed over saw that the crowd had become a big lump. Without saying a word, they raised the Mauser and pulled the trigger, shooting through the opponent's body like hunting chickens and ducks.
The sharp-edged bullets rotated at high speed and each shot could penetrate the bodies of three soldiers. The dead soldiers piled up in the narrow city gate and blocked the escape route.
They were already frightened. They were clearly outnumbered, but no one dared to look back. They would rather turn their backs to these killing gods and pray for God's blessing, rather than turn around and charge for a while.
An army without a military spirit is nothing more than a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Being slaughtered is their fate.
