Flames rose and thick smoke billowed, and streams of black smoke followed the wind and poured into Car No. 5. Now everyone knew the enemy's intention.
They didn't want to burn the train directly at all. They were afraid of these people's foreign guns and knives and knew they couldn't get close, but they could use smoke!
After all, Manshun is the general manager of Dauchi. No matter how bad the guards around him are, they can still fight. The followers he brought out are all men from the Eight Banners. Although they have been pampered since childhood, they have been well-educated and have a strong body, which is better than those who are thinner. The dry people can still survive.
As long as there are two people guarding a window, it will be difficult for the enemy to get in. Anyone who dares to climb up will be killed with a knife. Each of them killed more than 40 thugs with one knife.
What's more, they still have rifles. Once they can't hold on, the enemy will disperse if they hit a row of guns.
I originally thought that these victims would be able to retreat, but I never expected that they would be so cruel, robbed all the food, and finally besieged the imperial envoy!
Straws were brought out from the village in bundles. They did not dare to get close to the carriage, so they threw them far up the windward vent and set fire. The black smoke flowed into the carriage along with the wind, and violent coughing sounds suddenly sounded.
"Cough cough cough... these... cough cough cough... these bastards... are going to choke us to death..."
"Run away...cough cough cough...father-in-law, let's run away..."
Manshun covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief soaked in tea, "Ahem... there is no place to escape, there are thugs in all directions... ahem... they are all thugs..."
"Cover your mouth and nose with water. There is still tea and wine in the carriage..."
"Shoot...kill all the people carrying firewood..."
The gunshots started louder, and now people no longer valued bullets. The shadowy victims in the distance were knocked to the ground one by one, but no one expected that these victims would be so tenacious. Even after several died, they kept delivering firewood.
Until finally, the smoke got bigger and bigger, and the people in the carriage could no longer see the figures behind the smoke. They couldn't aim and they didn't know where to shoot.
Manshun's heart went cold. Everyone in the carriage could only lie down on the ground to avoid the smoke billowing above their heads. All the windows had been smashed in the battle, and now there was nothing to block the holes.
What surprised them even more was that in the wheat field outside the carriage, a group of thugs covered their mouths and noses with wet towels and crawled forward in the wheat field. Everyone held torches soaked in pine oil in their hands.
The carriage was in a mess, people were coughing, and there was no movement outside, so I heard an order outside the window, and someone shouted, "Burn the car..."
The matches lit the torches and they were thrown into the carriage one by one. This was terrible. Even the inside of the No. 5 carriage was smoking and burning.
"Help... my back is on fire..." It was really impossible to hold on to the carriage, and the banner men often jumped out of the carriage and fled out of the carriage.
"Kill...catch them alive..." The surrounding victims cheered and rushed over.
It was okay for the Eight Banners dudes to fight with the wind, but it was important to save their lives once they were defeated. Their knees weakened and they knelt down, "Don't kill me... We surrender... Spare our lives... Our family pays for our lives." Ah! Don’t kill us..."
This group of thugs really didn't kill anyone. As soon as they heard that there was a ransom available, they rushed up and kicked these Chang Sui to the ground, and then tied them up.
In any case, Manshun was so stubborn that he couldn't get out of the carriage with the big inner guard. The disaster victims outside had the courage to board the carriage and became excited once they saw it.
"I almost fainted... Hahaha... I even choked and fainted..."
Bang... there was a gunshot, and the shouts of the thugs suddenly stopped. After a few seconds, people did not dare to rush in. Finally, they had to use several thick door panels from the rear before they dared to continue the attack.
There was no shooter on the bus this time. The leading thug rubbed his eyes and saw Manshun lying unconscious on the floor. He was wearing palace uniform, holding the imperial edict box in one hand and the revolver in the other. He was the one who fired the shot.
"Haha... that's ok! This foolish king really has loyal ministers. Why do you still sacrifice your life when death is imminent? Even if you choke and faint, you still don't forget to kill?"
"Your Majesty... kill him to avenge your brothers, right?"
"Fart! Do you know how important this person is? Tied up and caught alive... the rest are tied up and caught alive!"
Manshun felt as if he had been in a long dream, feeling dizzy and spinning. There were many strange and terrifying faces in front of him, spinning back and forth.
It seemed as if they were thrown into some cart. The tails of the mules and horses were waving around like brooms, and they even seemed to see horse dung falling.
This car is called a sway! I kept wandering and telegraphing, and my head felt dizzy. Maybe there was some poisonous weed mixed in those straws, otherwise I would have choked to this point.
I changed from one car to another, one without a shed, one with a shed, one now saw the moon in the sky, and the next one saw a few stars.
There seemed to be dark shadows of mountains in the distance, and even the neighing sounds of rolling cavalry horses!
Until finally, they were thrown into a flat room, followed by a long period of darkness and silence!
Wow... A bucket of cold water poured on Manshun. He suddenly woke up from the terrifying nightmare, but when he opened his eyes, he found that reality was more terrifying than the nightmare!
The guards and entourage around him were gone, and he was tied to a chair. The room was very dark, there was only an oil lamp on the table, and the flame was still very dim.
One hand was flipping the imperial edict he had brought on the table, and Manshun subconsciously said, "Bold...that is His Majesty's edict. How dare you bandits destroy it? You don't want your life..."
Hahaha... This sentence caused a person in the dark to laugh, and the voice was too familiar.
"Manshun! I didn't expect that Dr. Huang's medical skills are really good. He can even cure injuries on the back of his head. He is really a miracle doctor..."
Following the voice, a face appeared in the light of the oil lamp. Manshun shouted in fright, "Ah! Prince Gong...Prince..."
"Fuck...how are you talking?" A curse suddenly rang out from beside him, and Manshun was slapped on the face, making the corners of his mouth bleed.
Zaicheng! Emperor Tongzhi's uncles and brothers, the famous dandy Cheng Beile in the capital, walked around to Manshun with a sneer.
"Remember! In front of you, my Ama! Is the Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty who just ascended the throne! Remember to call me Long Live Lord...hehehehe!"
Manshun was scared out of his wits, "Ah! You...you rebelled? Where is this place? Guiziliu, do you dare to ascend the throne and proclaim yourself emperor privately?"
"Rebel... His Majesty pardons you, but you actually want to rebel?"
"There is no Emperor Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty! There is only Long Live Emperor Tongzhi! You rebel...you rebel!"
Zai Cheng rushed forward and mouthed several times, "Damn it! It's Zai Chun and his son who conspired to take away my Amma's throne!"
"Grandpa Huang's kingdom should belong to my Amma! Emperor Xianfeng is the bastard who usurped the throne!"
Yixin raised her hand to stop her son's hand, "Don't fight! Why fight with a eunuch?"
