"Defeat the rebels and restore order!" Dioc turned around and ordered Zhang Qi. Zhang Qi looked at the fire not far away and replied: "From here, the scale of the rebellion is too large. You can only occupy the armory first, cut off their weapons supply, and then use artillery fire to break them apart, and wait until dawn before taking further action."

"You are right!" Dioc nodded happily. He took off a ruby ​​ring from his right index finger and called a subordinate, saying, "You go to the west gate of the city gate. The officers on the city gate there are my clan brothers, which is trustworthy. This is a token. Let him take the soldiers guarding the city to the armory quickly and meet with us!"

Kuasha Street, the road comes out of the main entrance of the palace, crosses two blocks, turns right and get here, then walks west along the road, passes the vegetable market and arrives at the armory. Two bonfires are lit under the eaves of temples next to the road, and people are sitting around the fire eating and chanting scriptures, exhausted, lying on both sides of the road, and rifles are placed beside them. As the night gets darker, many people are already asleep in their pockets.

There were a few people who were still carrying wives and children next to them. The stars were shining in the deep sky, and gunfire came from a distance, which made it look particularly quiet. In this strange place, people fell asleep peacefully. Suddenly, a man got up from the ground, walked to the side of the road, untied his belt, and was about to urinate, when a terrifying scene suddenly came into his eyes. At the intersection of the street, there were three rows of soldiers, and the dark muzzles were pointing at him.

This was Zhang Qi, who marched rapidly, occupied the street intersection, and attacked the sentry.

The first moment was the most terrifying. A large number of people were killed at the same time. What could be more miserable than this? People shouted, ran, searched for their weapons. Many people fell down. The attack caught them off guard, and some even shot each other. Some people ran into the temple in a daze, ran out again, ran out again, and ran out dizzyly under the bullets. Some families were calling each other, and women and children were also involved in this miserable battle. The bullets whizzed past cut through the darkness, and the smoke filled the guns and was noisy.

Miscellaneous. People stepped on the wounded, and some were moaning on the ground. Some were horrified, some were stunned. Soldiers looked for officers, officers looked for soldiers. And in all this, there was gloomy indifference. A woman was leaning against the wall to feed the baby, and her husband also leaned against the wall. One leg was broken and blood was flowing out, but the guns were still on the ground, shooting blindly towards the dark front. Some men crawled on the ground and fired guns from the dark corners of the wall. Sometimes there was a noise, but the sound of Green's shooting covered everything. The scene was chilling.

This is like logging, trees fall one by one, Zhang Qi's army hides in the dark, with almost no bullets and almost no casualties. When the Green cannon appears, the resistance finally collapses, and people who can still cannons throw their weapons and run to the other end of the road.

"Get the bayonet, step forward, eliminate the remaining enemies, and catch a living question!" Zhang Qi ordered calmly.

The Armory, unlike most buildings in Bagan City, is completely made of thick stone and bricks. There is also a yard surrounded by brick walls outside the Armory. There is a special well in the yard for firefighting and guards to drink. There is also a fortress with perforations at the gate. Simply put, this Armory itself is a solid military fortress.

However, the armory was no longer as harsh as usual. The gate and gate had been opened. Judging from the little bullet marks around, the capture of the armory did not go through any fierce battle. In fact, the most fierce resistance the soldiers of the mutiny were cursing the two noble officers and warnings to shoot in. Then the guards of the armory opened the gate and welcomed their comrades to rush in. As for the two noble officers, they had been whipped to death on two wooden stakes next to the Kumen - they often whipped Burmese soldiers who violated the military rules there on weekdays.

Songzan stood by the gate of the armory, looking at the densely packed people in the yard with a satisfied expression. They were lined up in an orderly manner to receive weapons. Some of them were soldiers of the new army, but more were those who had lost everything and longed to be in the future revolution. Songzan himself was also the people who had learned this new word not long ago to take back everything they had lost. These poor people gave up the opportunity to rob in chaos and made a sacred oath to each other, to face their destiny together, and fight for each other, not just their own happiness. In these days,

Songsan walked among these people every day, cheering them up loudly, calling on them to unite and use fists and bayonets to get things that they could not get with sweat. He knew how high the bounty Dioc had marked his head, but when Songsan saw that the wooden eyes that had been tortured by suffering and despair gradually became hopeful and angry. With the protection of these people, the spies' pistols and gold of the spies could not harm him. Now, the door to the armory had been opened, and as soon as dawn, there would be an army of poor people of no less than three thousand people to fight for those who had nothing.

As a leader with natural organizational talent, Songsan had selected more than 30 prestigious people from his comrades as small leaders, and then sent people with military experience at hand, mainly those who had been new soldiers, to the small leaders as assistants. These assistants had the responsibility to teach the people selected by their subordinates how to line up and move forward in columns, from columns to horizontal shooting, how to load bullets on rifles, how to aim, how to shoot, and how to use bayonets and butt stocks to fight with bayonets. So after instigating mutiny, he could control the armory so quickly, distribute weapons in an orderly manner, and build an army.

"Big boss, big boss! The regent's dog is here. They attacked the guards of Kuasha Street, and many people died!" A man ran in panic, with blood still bleeding on his cheeks. The organization of the insurrectionists is still very simple - Song Chan himself is the big boss, directly commanding more than 30 small bosses, and then there are a large number of people.

"Don't panic!" Song Chan shouted loudly. He knew very well that his team was still very fragile. In the hearts of these people who were oppressed at the bottom in the past, the superiors and his army also had some kind of terrifying power. If they could not handle it well, it was very likely that these thousands of people would scatter in a row.

Songzan jumped onto the steps beside him and shouted: "We have so many people and enough weapons. There is nothing great about the Regent's dogs. We can completely defeat them!" His thick voice quickly reached everyone's ears, and panic and riots were stopped. Songzan recruited two small leaders and said: "You two men have already received weapons, and there are the most soldiers in it. Hurry up and go to the vegetable market outside the armory. There are many cars there. If you pile the cars in the middle of the road, you can form a barrier. I authorize you to incorporate all the deserters into your team, and you can resist the Regent's dogs behind you! Hold on, I will send new people to support you!"

Like most cities in the Middle Ages, Bagan City was divided into two parts: the magnificent palaces and temples for kings and nobles to live in, and the chaotic downtown where the poor live. The location of the Armory was near the downtown area, and the reason was very simple - these bloody and dirty things could not be placed too close to the gods and Buddhas. The narrow streets and dark and short houses on both sides of the road made the environment more depressing.

Zhang Qi directed the soldiers to advance quickly. As an experienced officer, his way of mobilizing the army was textbook: ten vanguards, there was a ten-man side guard on each side, and at the end was a ten-horse baggage team, loaded with supplementary ammunition and two Green guns - their only heavy firearms. He understood very well that the battle just now reminded the enemy that he was about to come. Every minute that passed would strengthen the enemy's strength and he had to save time.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid gunfire came from the front. Zhang Qi raised his right hand. The Shun Army soldier behind him quickly stopped, put down the rifle carried on his shoulders, hid in the shadows of the houses on both sides of the road, half-squatted down, waiting for the officers' next order. A moment later, a soldier ran over from the main road, which was a member of the vanguard. He rushed to Zhang Qi, half-squatted down and saluted, and reported: "The rebels built a barricade on the road, blocking the road to the armory, and firing at us."

"Lead the way!" Zhang Qi quickly ran forward with the vanguard. Half a minute later, a barricade appeared in front of him. Borrowing the light of the torch behind the barricade, Zhang Qi could clearly see that the barricade was temporarily built with a large number of trolleys, flatbed trucks, sacks, various wooden barrels and other strange-shaped houses. Through the gaps of the barricade, you can vaguely see the reflection of metal weapons behind them.

“How many of them have?”

"I don't know very well, but judging from the gunshot, there are no less than five hundred people!" The leader of the vanguard replied. Before he finished speaking, a gunshot suddenly sounded, and the bullet passed by Zhang Qi's right shoulder, hitting the wall behind him, splashing a ball of dust.

The vanguard officer hurriedly pulled Zhang Qi's arm and whispered: "Sir, hide quickly, the enemy has discovered us!"

Zhang Qi patted his shoulder without saying a word and retreated. It was obvious that the rebels in the armory were organized, otherwise they would not have built a barrier here so quickly to resist him. He learned from the prisoners that there should be no barriers here. He gritted his teeth and ordered: "Go to the Green Cannon and prepare for attack!"

With the sound of Green cannon shooting, the insurers behind the barricade finally fought back. Under the command of a small leader with military experience, they placed bamboo baskets and sacks filled with soil on flatbed trucks and piled them together. There were many of these things in the vegetable market, leaving enough space for rifle shooting. Although this barrier could not resist the shooting of Green cannons, it was enough to block the rifle used by the soldiers of the Shun Army. The familiar environment of the vegetable market made the insurers relieved. They began to shoot violently at the Shun Army at the opposite street intersection. Soon, the vegetable market became an inaccessible fortress.

Zhang Qi's situation began to become more severe. He suddenly encountered this fortress, which he did not expect. He completed the surprise attack, but the insurrection gathered again. He carefully climbed up the window of the second-floor house next to him and began to carefully observe the large area of ​​darkness.

Rows of bullets fell in front of the Shun Army's positions, but Green cannons were enough to overwhelm all this. The larger side always took advantage. As long as the stalemate continued like this, the Shun Army would always overwhelm the opponent in the end.

Suddenly, a fire spurted out from the dark barricade, followed by a thunderous sound, and a shell hit a house on Zhang Qi's right, lifting off half of its roof.
Chapter completed!