In the third round, the rhythm of both sides obviously accelerated, and the radius of movement also expanded significantly. The two men advanced and retreated at a large distance in the field, and the offense and defense alternated between the two sides. The two wooden guns were violently colliding, and the killing sounds were repeated, tit for tat.
Everyone felt that Huang Xiong had accelerated the pace and intensity of the attack, forcing Fu Fu to retreat in the direction of one party, and it seemed that Fu Fu would soon be stepping on the soldiers to watch.
"Make way, give way." Someone reminded him from behind and moved his seat. Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound behind his head, like a thunder explosion. When he looked back, he saw Fu Fucheng standing at attention with a gun on the sidelines. Huang Xiong
He was sitting on the ground, still holding the wooden gun tightly in both hands, but the head of the gun was gone. The head of the gun was on the ground, more than a foot long.
Another huge round of applause.
The confrontation was over, and both sides took off their head protectors. They looked like they had just climbed out of the sea, their heads covered with sweat. The neck collar of the protective gear was completely wet, and they both kept wiping their eyes with their fingers. It was almost noon.
Under the sun, Fu Fu closed his eyes tightly, facing the sky with a bright face and a silly smile.
The final result of the confrontation was that the 1st Battalion won. Each company team began mountain training, with the sea breeze blowing, flags blowing, and the song "Fighting the Bayonet".
Fight with a bayonet!
My chest is burning with anger,
The order to march raises a storm,
We stand at the forefront,
Our hatred runs deep,
Our consciousness is high,
Umpire Ming dares to obstruct,
Give him a bayonet!
Fight with a bayonet!
My chest is burning with anger,
The gun barrel is made by Hanxing workers and peasants,
Obey the teachings of the Senate,
Punish the Chongzhen guy,
Noxious weeds are dug up by their roots,
Aim at the pig skin yellow chicken,
Give him a bayonet!
kill!
Fight with a bayonet!
My chest is burning with anger,
barbaric feudal reactionaries
I'm most afraid of this move,
With the whole world in mind,
The steel gun is held firmly.
any enemy
Under our knife
Can't run away!
kill!
kill!
kill!
Guangzhou City.
In the high-end private room of Ziming Building, the "private performance" had just ended. The half-naked Persian dancer bowed and was about to come down to pour the wine. Ren Fu waved his hand gently, and the dancer knew that the two uncles had something to talk about. She was lucky again.
Yifu put on his cloak and retreated.
In the private room, the melodious sound of silk and bamboo came from nowhere, combined with the luxurious and rich environment that was hidden from the sun but decorated, and the sweet fruit aroma...it gave people an illusion of being intoxicated and dreaming.
On the large and soft sofa, a middle-aged man was leaning forward with his arms and legs spread out. Although he was in such a luxurious and sensual place, there was not much expression of enjoyment on his face.
Judging from his clothing, he is neither expensive nor cheap, his figure is strong and powerful, and his expression is not angry or intimidating. He does not look like a scholar, farmer, or businessman, but he is a warrior.
With a smile on his face, Ren Fu picked up the jug and poured wine for him. He said, "Mr. Liu, I told you something last time. You have to give me some news to confirm or refute it."
The man named Mr. Liu did not take the wine glass, but took a deep breath and said, "Should we take another look at this matter?"
"See what you said." Ren Fu smiled flatteringly. He looked like a Qingke who had been hanging out in entertainment circles for a long time and took off people's boots. "It's not like you always choose girls. Let's take a look. This is the military state."
Big things, I can’t wait..."
Mr. Liu was a little angry and said: "I also know that this is a major military matter, and you will lose your head! That's why I said let's look at it again, look at it again."
Ren Fu still had a smile on his face: "Look, no one dares to say what the current situation is like in the world, but everyone can see clearly what the situation in Guangdong is like. You have always been a goalkeeper in Humen. In recent years, Australians
There are no less benefits for you - in fact, you know it. They don't have to give it to you, right?"
This Mr. Liu is the general manager of Humen Village. Since the Fubo army broke through Humen in the Battle of Guangzhou and burned Wuyang Post, the defense system along the Pearl River Estuary has basically collapsed. After Xiong Wencan took office, he cast cannons, ships and recruited troops. He rebuilt the Fubo
The army destroyed Humen Village and some forts, and barely rebuilt the defense system from the Pearl River Estuary to Baietan.
But this defense system is completely open to the Australians. After experiencing the fire of the Pearl River Estuary Battle, the local officials, gentry, and soldiers all knew that no matter how they fortified themselves in front of the Australians, they were nothing more than clay sculptures and paper ships flying the flag of the Senate.
They openly sailed on the Pearl River without any warships or checkpoints daring to intercept and interrogate them. At first it was only cargo ships and merchant ships, and then patrol boats also openly sailed up to Baietan. Liu Qian, who had been the guard of Humen Village for several years, felt very sorry for this.
Know it well.
Seeing that he was silent, Ren Fu said softly: "Sir, those who understand current affairs are heroes."
Mr. Liu Qian was puzzled: "Brother Ren! It's not that I don't understand current affairs, it's really a big matter! This... this... is... a rebellion..." When he mentioned the word "rebellion", he couldn't help but lower his voice.
"I still have a family, just in case..."
He pondered for a moment and said: "Well, you go and get the Australians back. It's not possible for me to raise a flag and directly join the gang. But what the Australians are doing on the Pearl River, even if I don't see it at all, the camp gate will be closed."
Not a single soldier came out. What do you think?"
Ren Fu sneered and said: "Mr. Liu, your calculation is too successful. Can your Humen Village withstand the Australian cannons? To be honest, if you don't want to join the group, the Australians can't.
Just spend a little more gunpowder and give you only one chance to turn from darkness to light, so don’t miss it..."
Mr. Liu Qian thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll just join the gang! Look at this Ming Dynasty, he won't last long!"
"This is the hero." Ren Fu picked up the wine glass and said, "I'd like to propose a toast to Mr. Liu!"
The two drank the wine in one gulp, and Mr. Liu Qian frowned and said: "There are just a few hundred people in Humen Village. It doesn't matter if you are a soldier, as long as you have pay! There are a few hundreds of households that are troublesome."
Ren Fu knew that they were negotiating terms, so he thought for a while and said, "How much military salary does your village owe?"
"I haven't been paid full wages for half a year, and the little bits and pieces add up to one and a half months' wages."
President Liu Qian actually laid an ambush and was actually paid three months' salary, and he took half of it himself. The remaining one and a half months' salary was exploited at every level, and most of them, except the officers and servants, received a 70% discount.
At most, a person only gets one month's military pay.
"It's easy to talk about wages." Ren Fu said generously, "Australians are the richest people, but are they afraid that they won't be able to pay them? I'm afraid there will still be rewards. What's the problem for a few hundred households?"
Mr. Liu said: "It's easy to say about the others. Two of them are from Tatar officials. It's a bit tricky."
These hundreds of Tartar officials are Mongolian soldiers who returned to the Ming Dynasty from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. These people have lived in Guangzhou since the Yuan Dynasty. They can be called the old people of Guangzhou and are loyal to the Ming Dynasty. Because of their origins, the Tartar officials have always spoken in the same voice.
Gongqi, who was born as a land tiger, is a very powerful force in Humen Village, and is not very fond of Liu Qian, an outsider. If they really want to cause trouble, these people will definitely not agree. They all have their own soldiers.
, many of the soldiers in the camp came from various local guard posts, and they had similar voices. If these people raised their arms and shouted, the soldiers under my own hands might not be able to suppress them.
Ren Fu smiled sinisterly, "Mr. Liu also fought to earn his future with a sword and a gun. If they are willing to follow Mr. Liu, the Australians will benefit from it; if they are not willing, they will naturally have their place."
"Where?" Mr. Liu Qian's mind was at a loss for a moment.
"Hongmen Banquet!" Ren Fu said fiercely, "Mr. Liu must not become Xiang Yu by then!"
Mr. Liu Qian nodded silently, as if he was thinking about something, and then said: "But those people under their command are not easy to deal with. They are all neighbors, and some are relatives..."
"Doesn't this all depend on your skill, Mr. Liu?" Ren Fu nodded, "You've already let the Australians do it for you, how can you still show off your skills?"
Mr. Liu Qian gritted his teeth and nodded: "I understand! You are right, Mr. Ren!" He added, "But what will be the number when the time comes? There must be a mark, otherwise it will be bad if it is accidentally injured."
"The warships hang five-color flags as a mark. As long as you see the five-color flags hanging out, you can start!" Ren Fu said, "When the time comes, you hang up the blue flags on the camp. When the Fubo Army sees them, they will naturally send someone to contact you.
.”
"Blue flag," Mr. Liu Qian touched his head, "That's not the case. I'll ask someone to pull some blue cloth..."
"No need to go to such trouble." Ren Fu poured him another drink, "The blue flag has been prepared in the General Manager's camp. As long as the General Manager gives an order and announces that no matter what, someone will naturally present the flag. You
Just sit back and enjoy the benefits. Hahaha.”
Mr. Liu Qian also laughed a few times and his back was already wet with sweat. If he wanted to be a rebel or if he failed to act when the signal came, the person who presented the blue flag would be the one who would take his head.
Qiu Ba was quite conflicted when he thought that he was going to rebel and surrender to the Ming Dynasty. When he was fighting with Ba Paiyao, he earned his official title with a sword and a gun, so he lost the official position of the Ming Dynasty and became an official of the Australians.
Speaking of which, I feel a little regretful.
But the Ming Dynasty has run out of energy and is in danger. Everyone can see this. This Australian is rich and can fight. Not to mention that when General He used the entire province's troops to attack, he suffered a huge defeat in the end.
It also provoked the Australians to advance into the city of Guangzhou, and finally they had to pay before retreating. It was obvious who was stronger and which was weaker. If I insisted on going against the Australians, I was just trying to control the situation, and it would never end well. However,
I just "surrendered to Kun", so what if I don't know my future in the future? I heard that their rules are different from those in the Ming Dynasty...
While he was struggling, Ren Fu took out a piece of paper from his arms and stuffed it into his hand: "Take it, this is the wine money the Australians gave to your servants and soldiers."
Mr. Liu Qian knew without looking at the texture and size of the piece of paper that it was Delong's money order. He glanced at it: it was a pretty good number. His tangled mood was immediately swept away, and he whispered: "I wish
Do your best for the Senate."
Ren Fu smiled, "Easy to say, easy to say!" He was very interested and clapped his hands. He said to the waiter who came in: "Go and call ten of your best girls for Mr. Liu to choose. Remember me.