In today's world, ordinary people have to save candles and lamp oil. In addition to the hard work during the day, they don't light the lights for long at night. If they have to get up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, they often have to go in the dark.
But in this house, the lanterns hanging under the eaves and the kerosene lamps lit inside the house illuminated the inside and outside as if it were dusk.
Guan Luoyang has already walked around the house, observing from eight different positions, and has a good idea of the layout of the entire house.
Of course, in the process, he also smelled some unusual smells.
"Loose on the outside and tight on the inside. They look lazy, but they are actually elites. This kind of people can't be cultivated by ordinary rich people, right?"
He killed all the opium den operators in the three cities and seven villages. The big purchasers were gone, so the amount of opium flowing here was naturally reduced. Unfortunately, he was only one person. Some of them were not afraid of death and wanted to trade some opium in private. He really can't take care of it that carefully.
But after this group of people arrived in Diancheng yesterday, they did the opposite. They opened a smokehouse and paraded around the market, as if they were afraid that he, a green-faced ghost, wouldn't hear the news.
"So it's specifically to lure me into the bait... That means that the house is full of people who are considered qualified to ambush me and are used to doing this kind of thing..."
Guan Luoyang squinted his eyes, thinking about the steps to take action, and his eyes stayed on the two people on duty in the corridor for a while.
Both men were carrying guns.
After coming to this world, this was not the first time that Guan Luoyang saw firearms. When he assassinated the Heyang County Magistrate, he was attacked by those muskets, which really frightened him for a while.
After all, a person who grew up in the safest country in the 21st century has almost no direct contact with firearms, but he can always hear various descriptions of power. He can't help but feel an indescribable feeling. Awe.
So much so that Tian Gongyu felt that he had overreacted to the extent that he couldn't understand it, so he said this to him.
"Foreign guns are indeed very powerful, much more powerful than ordinary people's knives and fists. It is better to say that since the early days when blunderbuss were used in the military, many people thought that boxers should be eliminated.
But in fact, even today, you should use a knife or a knife. It is human beings who kill after all. You should not treat these foreign guns as monsters.
I asked on the battlefield that when foreigners were fighting, if each other had bunkers, hundreds of rounds of bullets might not be enough to kill one person. When the Boxers fought against the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, they charged directly without relying on bunkers. After a battle, the number of casualties and ammunition consumed was often more than one hundred to one.
Those guys who are called the elites of the Eight Kingdoms may not be able to hit a rabbit with a gun. Do you think you are worse than a rabbit after practicing with me for several years? "
With these words alone, it is of course impossible to directly erase the fear in Guan Luoyang's heart.
But later, through many practices, he was able to deal with these firearms very calmly, and even the landlords and evil gentry with guns could not stop him.
However, the guns carried by these people were very different from the ones he had seen in assassinations in the past few years. In terms of shape, they seemed to be a bit like the rifles from the World War II era that he had seen in movies and TV series.
Must pay more attention to it.
Well, this time we won't go straight to the palace. We will first eliminate these gunmen who pose a major threat, and then kill the leader last.
call! ! !
Guan Luoyang put the knife on his belt, put his hands on the top of the wall, and his whole body had jumped over the height of the wall. He kicked his legs on the wall, and his whole body was like a fast and fierce cat, crossing a distance of five or six meters. , rushed into the corridor.
Two Qing soldiers who were patrolling back and forth, both dressed in black mandarin jackets and tight trousers, happened to pass by each other at this time and took steps in different directions.
The Qing soldier on the left felt his eyes dazzled, and his head suddenly pounded.
The sound of Guan Luoyang's footsteps hitting the ground and the sound of his fist hitting the man's temple sounded at the same time, becoming the last sound the Qing soldier heard in his life.
The Qing soldier on the right heard a strange noise behind him, turned around and saw that his companion's body was tilted and was about to fall.
A shadow appeared on the ground and came to him. The green mask suddenly enlarged in his eyes, almost hitting the bridge of his nose.
Click!
Guan Luoyang broke the man's neck with one punch and let the two corpses fall to the ground one after another.
The dull sound is about to attract other patrollers.
Six years after traveling through time, Guan Luoyang had also been confused and hesitant.
He used what he had seen and heard in the past three years to see those people in the city and countryside working hard and dying without power. He saw those smokers who couldn't control themselves, ruined their homes and property, and were as thin as shrunken skeletons, lying under the walls. On both sides of the road, there was no one to collect them, so I figured out what I wanted to do.
Those who unscrupulously squeeze the blood and tears of labor, bully the weak women of the people, and trample on human lives, whether they are the leaders or accomplices, are scum that should be shot ten times.
Therefore, two more dead souls were added to his hands just now. Guan Luoyang's eyes were calm, and he exhaled a little turbid air in his mouth. Then he took a deep breath, stepped in and out, and quickly shot diagonally.
When he moves, he is almost as fast as the shadows that are constantly refracting between the nearby pillars. Often in the blink of an eye, he can rush from this pillar to the next pillar about three meters away. There.
Within a few seconds, the four pillars on the left and right supporting this section of the corridor were each stamped by his palms.
When wealthy families near Guangzhou build buildings such as pavilions and corridors, they often use cypress wood as columns. This kind of wood is not easy to deform, has good corrosion resistance, and is also strong in rigidity.
Each of the eight pillars in front of me is close to twenty centimeters in diameter, and an ax will only leave very shallow marks on them.
But after being hit by Guan Luoyang's palm, there were fine cracks that expanded in the shape of a spider web on the pillar's body.
In this world at the end of the Qing Dynasty, although I had never seen any gods or ghosts, I had never heard of such unique martial arts skills as the Three-foot Qi Wall and the Dragon-Subduing Divine Palm.
However, the boxing and martial arts that Guan Luoyang learned from Tian Gongyu and the effect of improving physical fitness are far from what the world before could compare with.
The force of about two thousand kilograms, concealed and condensed in the palm of the hand, is not impossible even if it is directly interrupted in one go, let alone making cracks that penetrate the pillar body like this.
After finishing the eight pillars, Guan Luoyang straightened his body, put his hands on the edge, rolled to the top of the corridor, and lay down directly.
Tonight, dark clouds cover the moon and the stars are sparse. Guan Luoyang, dressed in gray-green clothes, almost blends in with the color of the tiles after lying on the roof of the corridor.
At this time, the nearby patrolmen came over. After discovering the two bodies on the ground, they immediately blew the whistle to warn.
More than a dozen people rushed to the corridor one after another, patrolling around and being cautious.
The four people in the living room were immediately alerted, and the patrols in the courtyards on the other side of the living room also started to move.
Guan Luoyang moved his body slightly, hung one leg from the roof of the corridor, kicked off a certain pillar that had been cracked by him before, and then put his hands on the roof of the corridor and flew away.
The original eight pillars had all developed penetrating cracks. Once this pillar broke, the other pillars became dislocated and fell one after another.
The entire corridor collapsed, with smoke and dust flying everywhere and broken tiles flying.
These people who gathered near the corridor were killed and injured on the spot, and they screamed all over the place.
Several Qing soldiers who were hiding far away were also hit in the vital parts by the tiles thrown by Guan Luoyang before leaving, and died!
He climbed over the wall and went up and down. The layout of the house he had observed flowed in his mind. He deliberately bypassed the courtyard where the living room was and broke into the courtyard on the other side.
Li Piaoling, Zhuang Chengxian and others rushed here one after another. The smoke and dust caused by the collapse of the corridor had not yet dispersed. The screams of the Qing soldiers were particularly harsh in the dark night.
Zhuang Chengxian opened his mouth wide, his voice broke sharply, and he screamed: "What's going on? What's going on?!"
He saw no trace of the enemy at all. He only saw that less than half of the thirty elite soldiers he relied on most were killed or injured here.
Could it be that this dilapidated house has been in disrepair for a long time, and this corridor collapsed here just by chance today?
No, these people can't gather here for no reason. There was a whistle warning before, it's a green-faced ghost! But...but...
Zhuang Chengxian's eyes trembled and he breathed rapidly.
They studied the files and claimed to have a deep understanding of the Green-faced Ghost. This man had become less and less contemptuous of muskets since he assassinated the Heyang County Magistrate.
Even if he saw that there were muskets here, it was impossible for him to recognize how powerful these new guns were. Why would he go out of his way and choose to attack these spearmen first? ! And he really succeeded!
Tonight's layout, as soon as it started, seemed to have thrown off the reins from Zhuang Chengxian's hands and rushed towards unknown dangers.
Zhuang Chengxian had an ominous premonition in his heart: "Not good! Hurry..."
Li Piaoling was the most alert. Before he could finish his words, he suddenly turned around and ran away.
Since the green-faced ghost targeted the gunmen first, in addition to the dead and useless gunmen here, there were also a group of people in the courtyards to the right of the living room.
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The courtyard on the right half of the house is used for family members to live in. There are no corridors, rockeries, small bamboo forests and other landscapes, only a few courtyards connected by round arches.
There is only one path from these yards to the living room backyard.
The Qing soldiers patrolling in these yards first heard the whistle and then heard the loud noise of the corridor collapsing. They rushed to the road and prepared to pass through the living room and backyard to check where the noise was coming from.
A shadow passed over the wall and fell directly among the crowd.
The surrounding Qing soldiers were frightened and looked at him one after another.
The moment the man wearing the green mask landed, he held the scabbard on his waist with his left hand and pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand.
The Ming Dynasty's "Single Sword Style Theory" mentioned: "If you hold a light sword and say a word, you can't control it; iron can't be made into steel, and it can be as thin as a fluke. If you cut a sword and the edge of the sword is tilted to one side, how can you kill someone?"
If it is to be hard, the knife must be thick, and thick must be heavy. If it is not strong, it cannot be used.
Therefore, the only way to make it is that the back of the knife should be thick, gradually thinning from the bottom to the tip, the ridges on both sides should be high, and the edge of the knife should be thin. This is the appropriate weight. "
The knife in Guan Luoyang's hand was tailor-made for him by Tian Gongyu. It has a seven-inch handle with bamboo patterns and a two-foot-seven-inch blade. It has the right center of gravity and is extremely easy to use.
The moment he drew the knife, it didn't look like a man using it, but like the fangs and claws of a ferocious beast that had been stored for a long time, suddenly popping out.
In the eyes of some Qing soldiers, they could almost see the arm holding the sword spreading out its afterimages like a peacock spreading its tail.
Human eyes have the effect of persistence of vision. If the displacement of an object changes faster than 0.1 second, the image of the previous scene will form an afterimage before it disappears in the human field of vision.
When Guan Luoyang swung the sword, the afterimage left behind was so complete because not only did the displacement time of the blade when he swung it, which was much shorter than 0.1 second, but also the wrist, elbow, and even the close The movement of the shoulder arm also reached an extremely high speed.
This knife fell into the eyes of someone with slightly poor eyesight. It was as if the moment he drew the knife, his arm and blade suddenly disappeared, leaving only an arc formed by the reflection of the light from the knife head.
laugh! ! !
Just this circle of sword light cut off the bodies of the three people around him.
When they lowered their heads, they realized that the body above their ribs was beginning to separate from the body below them.
I don't know who screamed.
Splashes of blood splashed all over the floor, spraying on the faces and bodies of the surrounding people.
