One hundred and ninety-fifth section, all games are lost
Second, Zhao Yingong will definitely send people into the city to raid his stronghold, and maybe he will inform the Yamen to search together. Not to mention, just for the gunpowder, brimstone, swords and daggers stored in the yard - this is
It's enough to be charged with "causing chaos".
Originally Hao Yuan's script was written based on "gangster brawl", but now Zhao Yingong abruptly changed it to "anti-government riot".
Hao Yuan had a bitter taste in his mouth when he lost everything in one move. In this game of chess, he worked step by step and managed to reach the level of "general". Unexpectedly, Xihua's defection suddenly made him completely passive.
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Benevolence does not lead the army, he secretly regretted it, he could have just silenced Xihua yesterday! His single thought of benevolence made a big mistake.
Now that the matter has come to this, there is no use regretting it. We can only swallow it silently as a bitter medicine and remember the lesson learned.
"Hao Da, what do you think we should do now?" Several people looked at his serious expression and knew something was seriously wrong.
"Retreat immediately."
"But Hao Da, our people are all in place, and more than half of the gunpowder has been transported. Even if the wind is gone, it's still too late to take action immediately." He Liu was unwilling to give up.
"If we don't leave now, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape." Hao Yuan said coldly, "You don't know how powerful they are. Go tell everyone to retreat immediately."
Hao Yuan knew that there was no room for hesitation at this time. His master once told him to never underestimate the reaction speed of the "Australians".
"They are the fastest reacting people in the world - you have to measure their reaction speed in minutes, not hours."
It was hard for Hao Yuan to imagine that there was an organization in the world that responded so quickly. In this world where feedback and decision-making are measured in years and months, it would take many days just to spread something, even if it was local news in the same city.
It will take several days to spread throughout the city.
But what Master said was always correct. Over time, Hao Yuan began to worship Master's words like a superstition.
He Liu and others looked at each other, but they also developed the habit of obeying Hao Yuan's "magical plan". Although they were unwilling to do so, they immediately went to implement it.
The retreat plan had been prepared a long time ago. After giving the order, the men quickly organized into groups and began to evacuate the standby location.
Hao Yuan's order was given at the right time. The last group of people had just finished leaving, and the horse guards sent by the Hangzhou government had already arrived at both ends of the street, blocking the street and checking pedestrians. Some government officials were directly guarding the gate of Wanbi Bookstore.
They were still halfway there. News came from over there that the house had also been raided, and the people who came to raid it were also government officials.
Although the gunpowder and weapons stored inside were lost, the documents and gold and silver items inside were all safe due to the timely transfer, and the garrisoning personnel were also evacuated in time.
He Liu and others were stunned, this Mr. Zhao was really unworthy! Naturally, they also secretly admired Hao Yuan.
"Send an unfamiliar local out of the city. As soon as possible, notify Zhou Twelve over at Phoenix Villa and leave with the brothers as soon as it gets dark. Don't interfere with the attack on the Villa. Several bodyguards who withdrew from the stronghold
The masters are all Shi Weng people, and all of them will be silenced."
"Yes." He Liu nodded, "What should we do now?"
"Let's take shelter in the city first."
Although the attack on Bi Shufang was no longer over, it was hard to tell whether Zhao Yingong had set up a secret card at the gate of the city in order to track him. Therefore, Hao Yuan told his troops not to leave the city for the time being, but to stay in various strongholds in the city to hide. He himself did not leave the city.
.Take only a few close associates and hide in a secret disciple’s home.
It is no longer possible to go to Nanxiawa. Although it is safe there, there must be a large number of spies following the entrance and exit. Once his whereabouts are exposed, there is no guarantee what Zhao Yiggong will do. He used to be a surprise, but now he is "surprise".
Impossible, the offensive and defensive situation changes. Our situation is very passive, and we can only lie dormant and wait for opportunities again.
Cao Guangjiu and Gou Chengxuan painstakingly planned the "Burning Phoenix Villa" plan. Although it was carefully planned and implemented well, several eminent monks were specially invited through Zhang Guangtian to set off flames to perform rituals and preach the way of destroying demons and defending the way. Groups of bankrupt sericulture households also gathered together.
, ready to take revenge if they have a grudge, or complain if they have a grudge. There are also a large number of thieves hiding fire and brimstone, waiting until they are activated, rushing into the villa and setting fire to the Ci Hui Hall, creating a burning camp.
However, Xihua's defection completely exposed the entire plan. Qian Shui Association adjusted the defense arrangements based on Xihua's confession. As soon as the sky darkened and the ceremony of setting off the flames had just begun, several snipers opened fire at the designed positions in the villa.
Shoot and kill the monk who presided over the ritual.
The noisy magic weapon and silencer perfectly masked the sound of rifle shooting, and the night vision scope accurately sent the warhead into the human body nearly a kilometer away.
The sudden death of the presiding monk caused great panic. Cao Guangjiu, the on-site commander and Gou Chengxuan who volunteered to take over the task of setting off the river lanterns, secretly said that something was wrong: the location of the altar was more than a mile away from the gate of the villa.
There was no one else around the stage except the incited common people, the "beating society" and the invited monks. Unless Mr. Zhao had magic, he would never be able to kill someone from such a long distance.
Zhang Guangtian suspected that there was an assassin who was good at using projectiles lurking among the onlookers in the audience, because the dead monk's forehead looked like he had been hit by a projectile, but the hole diameter was very small, not like a firecracker projectile. He immediately asked Cao Guangjiu to take the stage.
All the people below were intercepted and moved twenty feet away, leaving only the monks performing the ritual and the various "incense societies" accompanying them to build up the momentum.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the second monk came on stage and before he could speak, he suddenly fell to the ground again. Zhang Guangtian rushed to the stage and picked up the monk. He was already dead. However, he saw a bleeding bullet hole between his eyebrows. Zhang Guangtian
I was filled with hatred, knowing that it must be someone from the villa who was causing trouble, but I didn't know how the other party acted. There were all reliable and familiar people around the altar, and the miscellaneous people had been intercepted twenty feet away, let alone slingshots or projectiles.
Even a cannon cannot hit this far. If the shot came from the villa, the Dharma platform is more than a mile away from the villa, and it would take a cannon to hit it - besides, when the second monk came on stage, the magic weapon was not there yet.
It's so loud that it's impossible not to hear the sound of a cannon fired.
What kind of magic was used? Zhang Guangtian was so angry that his eyes were red, but he had nothing to do. Seeing the hurried and timid expressions of the monks and incense devotees below, he couldn't help but jump to his feet. However, no one was willing to come up to do the ritual again.
I agreed. No matter how much he tried to persuade me, there was no response.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over and knocked down a magic weapon on the altar table. The monks gathered under the stage suddenly dispersed, and within a moment they had all escaped. Only Zhang Guangtian was left.
One person in the audience was so angry that he burst into tears.
Cao Guangjiu felt frightened in his heart and secretly muttered whether this would be possible? While he was hesitating, he suddenly heard Gou Chengxuan calling him. He turned around and saw that he was nowhere to be seen. When he looked again, he found that Gou Chengxuan was shrunk in the crowd and waving to him.
.He cursed secretly: What a piece of shit.
"What are you doing, sneaky?" Cao Guangjiu cursed.
"Come here, don't hold up the torch, come to the crowd." Gou Chengxuan whispered.
"What kind of trick are you playing..."
Cao Guangjiu walked over cursing, and Gou Chengxuan pulled him into the crowd and whispered: "Old Cao, something happened over at Hedeng!"
"Something happened?!" Cao Guangjiu was surprised. Setting up a river lantern was an easy thing. What could happen?
"Look." Gou Chengxuan pointed at the place where he pointed, and saw a blazing fire. He had seen the fire a long time ago, because today is the Ghost Festival, and there are many wealthy families burning Dharma boats on the riverbank, so
It didn't attract his attention.
"This is?!"
"These are those river lanterns and Dafa boats!" Gou Chengxuan said with sadness and indignation, "As soon as they were transported to the river beach, a small boat came over and shot more than 20 flowers on the river beach, lighting all the river lanterns!
"
The river lantern was originally made of paper, and this time in order to enhance the effect of arson, a container was specially added inside to contain the combustion aids of fire salt, sulfur and tung oil. Once it was lit, it immediately became a prairie fire.
"What can we do?" Cao Guangjiu asked anxiously. He was Shi Weng's personal "commander-in-chief of the former enemy", and he coordinated all the actions to attack Phoenix Villa. But now everything was in chaos: not only Hao Yuan was not even seen, but his subordinates were also leading the team.
Zhou Twelve came and disappeared; Gou Chengxuan's water attack was completely bankrupt, and Zhang Guangtian also had problems...
"I think the wind is blowing hard..." Gou Chengxuan didn't even wait for Cao Guangjiu to reply. She shrunk her neck and disappeared into the crowd. Cao Guangjiu was so angry that she cursed her mother.
Cao Guangjiu returned to his seat and was thinking about whether to send someone to contact Shi Weng urgently. Suddenly, a "beating club" who was standing in front and stretching his neck to watch the excitement snorted and fell to the ground. Before he could react, he heard a series of words.
Several more people collapsed to the ground. After all, Cao Guangjiu was the leading figure in the Broken Boots Party. His mind was spinning very quickly. He raised his foot and kicked the "beating society" who was standing next to him with a torch to light up.
The torch was immediately extinguished.
Unexpectedly, this move brought him death. The moment after he kicked down the torch, Cao Guangjiu felt a heavy blow to his body. He secretly screamed that something was wrong, and another bullet penetrated his head, interrupting
All thoughts.
Cao Guangjiu died, and Gou Chengxuan and Hao Yuan disappeared again. The crowd gathered outside the villa was leaderless and dispersed. Although Zhang Guangtian wanted to go it alone, the believers were frightened and no one responded at all.
It was dark the next day, and the river beach in front of the Phoenix Villa was covered with discarded curtains, magical instruments, sticks, straw sandals, and straw hats... Several of the abandoned corpses of stiffened poor people had been collected by Cihui Hall.
Pai Jia and his wife came over, did a hasty autopsy and reported "died of sudden illness". This dramatic drama of great changes came to an end.