An hour later, a bus puffed out green smoke and drove out of the Changping Marquis Mansion. It was full of people, looking towards Xiaoqiang and his ten men, and Qiu Qiu and her ten men.
Of course, since Qiu Qiu is also Xiang Xiaoqiang's subordinate, the people in this car are all Xiang Xiaoqiang's subordinates, loyal and armed.
Xiang Xiaoqiang's men still carried the same set of weapons, with a box gun in their waist, and the "Woodpecker" and "Chicago Violin" at their feet. Qiu Qiu and other eleven female soldiers each had a navy revolver, Dong
Provided by the factory. The reason is, of course, that soldiers cannot live without weapons.
The bus drove quickly to Qiu Mansion.
…
Snail jumped out of the car and ran in first, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Boss, big brother, ladle..."
"Lao, Lao, you are the guy next to the horse, I will kick you to death! We are not a gangster, we are a patriotic society..." Qiu Laohu was sitting in the main hall drinking tea when he suddenly choked heavily and stared at Niu Da
eyes, "Snail? Your kid is back? When did he come back?"
"Boss," Snail shouted happily, "Laobaozi, I'm back, and the eldest lady and uncle are also back!"
Qiuhuhu grabbed the snail's arms, his eyes almost popped out, and his face turned red:
"What did you say? Say it again?"
A crying voice shouted at the door:
"dad!"
Qiu Laohu suddenly turned pale, his lips kept trembling, he wiped his eyes and said:
"...You?...Qiu Qiu?"
Qiu Qiu jumped into his father's arms and cried loudly:
"Dad, I'm back..."
Qiu Laohu hugged his daughter, crying and looking up to the sky with a big smile:
"Hahaha... My little bastard, you're back, you've worried me to death... Hahahahaha..."
When the father and daughter had finished crying, Snail happily introduced to Qiu Laohu:
"Boss, this is our uncle! This time, it was our uncle who led his brothers thousands of miles behind enemy lines, climbed mountains of knives, descended into seas of fire, rushed into dragon pools, rushed into tiger's dens, fought bloody battles, fought bravely, endured untold hardships, and risked his own life to defeat the enemy.
The lady rescued her! Our uncle’s name is: Xiang Xiaoqiang!”
Qiu Qiu got out of his father's arms and moved to Xiang Xiaoqiang's side. He pushed him in front of his father, nodding solemnly and foaming at the mouth like a snail.
Xiang Xiaoqiang wears round sunglasses, a black top hat, a black windbreaker, and black leather gloves. He is dressed in a standard Dongchang outfit, with a long snow-white scarf hanging on both sides. He is very heroic. These days, he has led his team deep into the enemy's territory, fighting in battles, and he is careless.
He already has a momentum, if he bites another toothpick, it will be like Brother Ma has traveled through time.
He took a step forward, smiled, took off his hat and sunglasses, finished the album to the end, and said loudly:
"My son-in-law pays homage to my father-in-law!"
The sound of "Father-in-law" made Qiu Qiu's heart melt.
Qiu Laohu was so excited that he opened his mouth from ear to ear and looked at Xiang Xiaoqiang in front of him. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.
"Good boy!" He slapped Xiang Xiaoqiang fiercely, almost knocking him down, then gave Xiang Xiaoqiang a bear hug and shouted to the sky, "Qiu damn - you saw it, we have an uncle - wow - hahaha
Ha ha……"
Xiang Xiaoqiang introduced his team to Qiu Huhu, and Qiu Qiu also introduced his sisters in need to his father. Then they untied the long and short guys according to the rules and gave them to Snail for safekeeping. Then they went into the hall and had tea and talked in detail.
The first step was to propose marriage. Qiu Laohu agreed immediately.
"Then," Xiang Xiaoqiang said with a smile, "My son-in-law proposed marriage this time and brought a fortune to my father-in-law. As a meeting gift, I hope my father-in-law will accept it."
"Haha, good! Good!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang glanced at Snail, and Snail understood and sent the others away, leaving only Qiu Laohu, Xiang Xiaoqiang, Qiu Qiu and himself in the room.
"Father-in-law, take a look at this first."
Xiang Xiaoqiang took out an envelope and handed it to Qiu Laohu.
Qiu Laohu took it and saw that there was no word on the light yellow envelope, only a vermilion Suzaku mark. His face changed color slightly, he opened it carefully and took out a piece of light yellow letterhead.
He stared at the big bull's eye, looking at the flowing pen characters on it. The closer he looked, the bigger the bull's eye got. Finally he saw the three words "Zhu Yourong", the small seal of "Palace Master Qianqing", "Da Ming Dynasty" When he saw the big seal of "Emperor Yifu's Seal", he raised his head blankly and looked at his uncle, his throat was rolling, and his face was full of admiration and respect.
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and said:
"Father-in-law, this is what happened..."
Qiu Laohu stood up, holding the letter in both hands, and respectfully placed it on the desk in the middle. Then he put his hands on Xiang Xiaoqiang's shoulders and said loudly:
"My dear son-in-law, it goes without saying. I, Qiu, am proud to have an uncle like you! My dear son-in-law, all you have to do is tell me what to do!"
…
It has been three days since Her Majesty the Queen recovered, and the parade has been going on for three days. But starting from noon today, the citizens of Nanjing feel that the public security has improved a lot. The hooligans who took advantage of the chaos in the past few days to commit petty theft, smashing, smashing and looting seem to have disappeared. There was no trace. Only impassioned college students and law-abiding good citizens were left on the streets.
At the same time, Qinhuai District, which has always had good security, began to gather many hooligans, scoundrels, gangsters, thugs, gangsters, gang members, and unscrupulous teenagers from noon. These people gathered more and more, except for the Tiandi Hui (Hongmen) itself. The eldest brother of the mouth, as well as many of the leading figures in the road, and the ladle handles of the three mountains and mountains also began to appear. They all gathered around a private mansion with their brothers, walking in and out, greeting each other, and there were usually some festivals. The gangs in Liangzi seemed to have forgotten about this, and their subordinates all merged together, arm in arm.
The nearby citizens stayed away and speculated, and messages were spread.
Some people say it’s a sword debate on Mount Huashan, some people say there’s a big reshuffle on the road, some people say it’s time to choose a leader, and some people say the Youth Gang from Shanghai is coming to seize territory, and the local Hongmen are united to defend against foreign enemies...
In the main hall of the mansion, Chen Jinnan's portrait has been wiped spotless, with incense burning and red candles swaying below. The couplets on both sides echo "Earthquakes on high hills, a stream of streams and mountains show through the ages; the door faces the sea, and the three rivers flow for thousands of years." The eight characters "Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother, fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty" in the middle are like the top of a mountain. The words of advice from the chief rudder Chen Yonghua and Zheng Chenggong three hundred years ago are still in my ears, which makes people feel a heavy sense of mission.
The Autumn Tiger is at the top of the list, with a ferocious look and a loud voice that is foaming at the mouth:
"So, in this operation, we must always remember that we are not a gang, we are a patriotic society..."
Facing the leader of Tianzi's No. 1 gang in Tianzi, all the eldest brothers in the hall were sitting down, listening submissively to the instructions. But their eyes were still vaguely looking at Qiu Laohu, who was sitting next to him. , that unassuming young man. The young man had a calm face, sitting on the second seat with his legs crossed. He didn’t say anything, and drank slowly with a cup of tea in his hands. He was dressed in a scary black trench coat, which made people laugh. People are vaguely guessing what kind of scary background lies behind Qiu Laohu...
In the yard behind the hall, boxes of brand-new boxes wrapped in oil paper were opened, and heads were counted...
In the yard further outside, several large sacks were dumped on the ground, and hundreds of watermelon knives and iron rulers were sawed into thick steel bars more than a foot long, and were moved out in bundles...
Two bundles of paper wrapped in kraft paper were brought in and torn open with a bang, and the printed matter that had just left the factory smelled of ink...
A cotton bag was opened, and a pile of textiles inside was opened respectfully and distributed. They were the national flags of the Ming Dynasty.
Another large cotton bag was opened, and bright yellow armbands were poured all over the table and distributed quickly. Everyone had one on their arm.
On the bright yellow armband, there are four eye-catching black characters: People's Guard.
…
Night came quietly. The big clock in the Drum Tower in the center of Nanjing struck nine times, exactly nine o'clock in the evening.
Every night for the past two days, the students who marched and rallied would disperse and go back to school. After all, it is a cold winter night, and no one can bear to sleep outside. But the next day, they will also be organized by student leaders from each school.
Bring them out and continue the rally and demonstration.
Although mobilization has been carried out, there is still no curfew on the streets of Nanjing, and even light control has not been implemented. However, everyone can see that the situation has been tense these two days, and they do not dare to go out on the streets at night. So it was only nine o'clock, and the streets were deserted.
, occasionally one or two pedestrians would hurriedly walk by under the street lights with their bags under their arms.
The beams of searchlights moved slowly across the night sky of the city. Artillerymen were still at their posts on anti-aircraft gun positions deployed in open areas such as intersections and squares.
On the anti-aircraft artillery position at the intersection of Changle Road and Yanping Road, several artillerymen were stamping their feet and chatting next to the towering anti-aircraft guns, blowing white air from their mouths. One of the soldiers seemed to have heard something and said "hiss".
The empty streets echoed with countless footsteps, approaching from far away.
Slowly, hundreds of people appeared under the street lights. These people were dressed in casual clothes and wore bright yellow armbands on their right arms with words on them. Each of them was holding a long instrument in their hands, walking in the middle of the road with their heads held high, their faces
Ferocious and ferocious.
Several soldiers held their guns nervously, took a few steps back, and shouted:
"Stop, what are you doing?"
A young man at the front of the team raised his hand and pointed at them, and ordered without question:
"Stick to your position!"
Several artillerymen watched blankly as these hundreds of people passed a few meters in front of them. One of the soldiers saw clearly the words on their armbands, which seemed to be "People's Guard".
…
A few hundred meters away, diagonally opposite, is the Nanjing Transportation Company. It is equivalent to Nanjing's bus company. There are buses parked in the big iron gate. The cars that have been running all day are parked here. In addition to buses, there are also many taxis.
Use a car.
"Open the door! Open the door!"
The big iron gate shook loudly, and the gatekeeper ran over. When he saw such a group of people, he shrank back in fright:
"Hey, what are you...doing?"
The leader here said loudly:
"We are the People's Guard of the Ming Empire. Now we want to requisition all your vehicles. Open the door quickly!"
Wherever the gatekeeper was willing to open the door, the other party shouted:
"Come on, break the door open!"
Iron rulers, steel bars, big wrenches, and vise were all put up. After a few jingles, the big iron lock fell to the ground, and the crowd rushed in.
Within ten minutes, more than 30 buses and more than 20 cars started and drove out one after another.
Soon, buses and cars full of "People's Guards" were speeding along the main roads in Nanjing.
Some Nanjing citizens stopped and gaped at this unprecedented spectacle.
On one side of the car body, four big characters "People's Guard" are written in white paint, and on the other side there are eight small characters "Restore Order, Defend the Motherland" written in white paint.
Every time a bus passes by, an impassioned chorus of the Ming Dynasty’s national anthem will play out from the window.
As each car passed by, there were two people wearing armbands standing on the pedals on both sides, shouting the slogan "Restore order, defend the motherland", holding the car with one hand, and holding a Ming Dynasty flag in the wind.
Zhong Xun Xun flutters.
…
At the entrance of the Nanjing Telegraph and Telephone Bureau, a bus stopped with a "squeak", and more than thirty people jumped out of it. Wearing bright yellow armbands, holding long and short instruments, they smashed open the door two or three times and swarmed in.
Having a stomachache, he directed a few people to set up the "Woodpecker" at the door and ordered sternly:
"Keep it safe for me!"
Two commando machine gunners pointed their machine guns at the gate, and the other two "People's Guards" wearing armbands, each with a box gun, painted paste on the walls facing the street on both sides of the gate and pasted printed leaflets.
In the spacious hall upstairs of the telegraph and telephone office, dozens of female employees were busy in front of the wiring machines. They were wearing earphones and expressionlessly connecting and unplugging. The small lights on the panels flashed from time to time.
.
Chaotic footsteps sounded in the corridor. Suddenly, a female staff member screamed, and a dozen big men wearing armbands, holding sticks, and pistols on their waists rushed in.
Suddenly, the hall was filled with screams.
The leader had a stomachache and said loudly:
"Don't be afraid, everyone. We are the People's Guard of the Ming Empire. In order to restore order and defend the motherland, we take over the telephone and telegraph office in the name of the people and His Majesty! Now you all get off the machine and go to the next room!"
After gathering the screaming female staff to the next door, they waved their hands, and each of the dozen "People's Guards" sat in front of the wiring machine, put on their headphones, and started operating it skillfully. They spread out their hands in front of each person.
A small book with a list of lines that must be kept open and a list of lines that must be cut off written in it.
…
Almost at the same time, two buses also stopped in front of the radio station, and more than fifty People's Guards wearing Ming yellow armbands jumped out.
The two military policemen standing guard at the door shouted loudly:
"What are you doing? Don't come over!"
"Stop, or we'll shoot! Attack the radio station and shoot to death!"
A military policeman pulled the bolt of his gun, and a "click" shot was fired, and the crisp sound of gunfire pierced the night sky.