In Nancheng, in a small restaurant north of Fahua Temple, a tall and muscular middle-aged man was restlessly looking at Jingjun outside the door from time to time. Opposite him sat a young man wearing a navy blue suit. He was drinking tea leisurely from a small porcelain tea cup. There was a plate of vinegar-soaked edamame in front of him. He didn't know where he learned this magic trick. Match.
Seeing that there were more and more Jingjun around, the middle-aged man couldn't help but said, "Young master, I'm afraid this place is not very quiet. How about we go back? The young master's people didn't find out how many people there were on the other side." , if the number exceeds the expected number and there is a conflict with the Jing Army later, our position will be easily affected."
Seeing that the young man had no reaction after hearing this, he had to emphasize, "Young Master, they do have firearms in their hands. The magical pomegranate they used for the show today, just from the description, I knew it was not powerful at all. Those rubbish gadgets equipped by the Beijing camp might be samples sent to the Ordnance Bureau and the Military War Bureau by our Sanshenyuan!"
The eldest young man put down his teacup and smiled, "You're right, I think so too. I heard that the magical pomegranate was originally thrown under the passenger car's body, but the explosion was so powerful that even Feng Bao himself was riding in it. The carriage was overturned by the aftermath, and Feng Zhangyin was so frightened that he crawled out of the carriage and ran away with his head in his arms."
These two people were none other than Gao Pragmatic and Gao Mo's master and servant. Gao pragmatic only needs to accompany Zhu Yijun in the morning. In the afternoon, as long as Zhu Yijun does not make special arrangements for him, most of the time is free time. So after he came out of the palace today, he took Gao Mo to the outside of Nancheng Fahua Temple, wanting to see it with his own eyes. Take a look at the hidden power Feng Bao has at hand.
According to Gao Pragmatic's estimation, this force probably did not exist in the original history. Maybe it was because of his appearance that Feng Bao accumulated such a force. As for why they are still retained now, it is not clear whether it is because it is difficult to disband after the Ansu assassination, or whether Feng retains them for other purposes.
Gao pragmatism insisted on coming to see the Jing army's arrests with his own eyes. He mainly wanted to see the capabilities of these so-called Jianghu people. After all, his escort force in the capital now only has a small team of more than fifty people, of which only one or two people usually accompany him. Ten, if these people in the world are as powerful as martial arts masters, he will have to consider strengthening his protection. Although Gao Guanzheng has always been quite calm when facing danger, being calm does not mean that he is not afraid of death, it just means that he is not afraid of death. He knew in his heart that he would die faster if he panicked.
Jingjun's discipline seems to be slightly better than that of Jinyiwei, but to be honest, the level of discipline is very limited. Just now, the small restaurant where Gao Yingshi was staying was inspected twice by Jingjun. Each time, the restaurant owner spent money. The first time he handed over two taels of silver, and the second time he handed over three taels. Judging from the appearance of his shabby little shop, I'm afraid that this month's work will be basically in vain, and he will be lucky to be able to maintain his capital.
Gao pragmatic had lunch in the palace, but in order to show his kindness, he still ordered a tea snack and vinegar-soaked edamame. With these two, he directly asked Gao Mo to throw five taels of silver to the shopkeeper, and When the Jing Army came to search, he deliberately revealed his identity.
Mr. Gao really thinks about raising Wang anytime and anywhere.
While they were talking, the Pure Army surrounding Fahua Temple suddenly became confused. A member of the Pure Army from a hundred households rushed out from the north gate of Fahua Temple, yelling at the surrounding Pure Army to come closer to him, and then swarmed. People poured in towards the north gate, and the noise in the temple also reached the north gate from far to near.
Temples are similar to palaces. Most of them face north and south, and Fahua Temple is no exception. Therefore, the north door is the back door, and the door opening is not on the central axis, but at an angle.
Gao Mo clapped his hands, and several Gao family guards at the entrance of the small restaurant changed their positions and stopped in the direction of the small restaurant facing the north gate of Fahua Temple. The other two guards came directly to Gao Jingshi Close protection.
Since the guards were in place, Gao Pragmatic didn't feel there was any danger. He still sat where he was, staring at the north gate of Fahua Temple.
At this moment, there was a loud bang at the north gate of Fahua Temple, accompanied by a burst of screams and exclamations.
Under the surprised gazes of Gao Jingshi and others, the door collapsed. Under the billowing smoke and dust, a group of pure soldiers ran out in disgrace. Many of them didn't even know where to throw the weapons in their hands, and they were in a very embarrassed state.
Gao Pragmatic was not very confident in his judgment of the battle situation and subconsciously asked Gao Mo, "What's going on?"
Gao Mo frowned, a little confused, and even more dissatisfied as he said, "I'm afraid the North Gate will be breached."
Gao Pragmatic was a little in disbelief and said, "No way, the Jing army has gathered at Fahua Temple. There are about four to five hundred people. There should be more than two hundred people entering the temple. There are always fifty or sixty people outside the north gate. This Can still be "
Before he could finish his words, someone heard an angry roar at the collapse of the north gate, "Anyone who stands in my way will die! Damn! Get out of here!"
With the roar, a big man jumped out of the smoke, holding a big sword in his hand. He chopped down a Jingjun soldier with one knife, wiped the blood on his face, swept around coldly, waved behind him, and shouted, "Follow me." Kill here, rush out!"
A dozen more men appeared behind him, all wearing short clothes. There were bloodstains on their bodies. It was unclear whether it was their own or the opponent's. However, none of them showed any signs of slowness, and they all followed the big man quickly and charged.
The group of Pure Army soldiers who originally ran out of Fahua Temple planned to counterattack after being called by a hundred households. However, they were caught off guard by the big man and his men. The barely formed formation immediately collapsed, and some Pure Army soldiers screamed. He threw away his weapon and ran away.
It was impossible to escape. Originally, there were dozens of soldiers guarding the north gate. When they saw the enemies coming out from inside, and the number of them was not that large, they were about to rush forward. However, they were rushed by the defeated troops in front, and they could not stand at all. Stop, many people were confused and thought that the enemy was too powerful to control, so they actually turned around and ran away.
Gao Pingshi was dumbfounded and thought, no matter how useless you are, you can kill these people if five of them hit each other. How could you be defeated like that?
Gao Mo also looked distressed and said, "I didn't expect the soldiers in the capital to be so weak. They are far worse than the border troops."
Gao pragmatic suddenly remembered something and asked, "Don't the Jing army have firearms? If they can't chop with knives, can't they do it with muskets?"
"There are muskets, but they are not used at ordinary times. They are kept in the warehouse." Gao Mo frowned. "I guess the Jingjun took on a temporary mission today and may not have time to get the firearms before going out."
When Gao pragmatic heard this, he wanted to curse. He was about to ask Gao Mo, "Can our people go up and take them down?" Suddenly he heard the sound of horse hooves at the corner of the street. A group of cavalry ran over and shouted for one person, "Beimen Jingjun" Listen to the truth! Mr. Chen, the chief seal of the Royal Horse Supervisor, has ordered that those who refrain from advancing in the face of battle and let the thieves escape should go to Xiaoling Guards in Nanjing to grow vegetables!"
