6 One hundred years is too long 6

From the Snake Mountain and Chuwangtai, it can be clearly seen that there is a sea of fire in the direction of the governor. Like a bright light in the night, the soldiers of the Eight Standard Artillery Team of Chuwangtai saw it, and an excitement rushed straight to their foreheads, and immediately proficiently calibrated the muzzle. Previously, because of the blind fire in the black light, I had already suffoed a lot of fire. The revolutionary army in front of him was so clever that they immediately knew to set fire to the house and lead the cannonballs.

A neat cannonball roared and fell on the governor's office, followed by a few more shells. Then, the detention room signed by the superintendent was hit. Ruicheng and Tiezhong, the loyal ministers of the Qing Empire, were shocked and fell to the ground, and they no longer had the courage to protect the territory for the master of the Qing Dynasty. The general trend was gone, and if they could escape from the sky, they would be Amitabha.

Rui Cheng said to himself, "Fortunately, I was prepared for it." The governor's office didn't have to guard it. He ran to the backyard with the Qing soldiers who had not been burned to death by the oil fire. When Mr. Tiezhong saw Governor Ruicheng running to the backyard, he knew that there was a door to escape to the sky, and he also followed him to the backyard.

Tiezhong followed the lotus pond in the backyard. Under the rockery bombarded by the artillery of the revolutionary army, there was a secret entrance. Ruicheng was commanding a group of remnants to clean up the gravel at the secret entrance. He was really prepared for a long time.

In recent years, the revolution in the south has been surging, and Ruicheng has been calculating. It has long been calculated that there will be today's situation. This hard plan was indeed not in vain, and his foresight appeared everywhere. At this moment, the front door of the governor's office fell into a sea of fire, and the gunfire rumbled, and the general trend had gone.

Zhang Biao, the eighth town control and defense battalion of the eight town headquarters, was unwilling to resist and make a dying final struggle. Is he really willing to do his best for the court of the Qing Dynasty and die?

The fire of the eight town headquarters was quickly extinguished, and the artillery teams of Sheshan and Chuwangtai lost their targets, and the sound of artillery also diluted. Li, of course, found the abnormality of the Eight Town Command. It seems that Zhang Biao is still a little good. Now it's time to take this opportunity to pull out the bunker building, the highest firepower of the enemy.

Li wanted to stare at the bunker building that was still spitting fire. His whole little face was shrouded in the shadow cast by the big hat. Only two eyes emitted a wolf-like light in the dark rainy night. Li wanted to say slowly, "Time is precious. We must pull out the bunker building before Zhang Biao reorganizes effective defense. Zeng Gao! As soon as the machine gun in the bunker building stops, you immediately take people to rush into the headquarters of Bazhen, taking advantage of the empty firepower of the Qing soldiers. I want you to catch Zhang Biao alive.

Zeng Gaopai gave a military salute, "Yes, general!"

Zeng Gao turned around and began to dispatch people, and his command ability was also quite good. It is said that he got the opportunity to study in Japan with the huge family power behind him. Lixiang never thinks so. The deeper he interacts with Zeng Gao, the more he admires his talent and knowledge, which has long exceeded the limitations of the times a hundred years ago. Perhaps the obscurity in modern history is burdened by that huge feudal family.

Li Xiang pointed to the tall mansion on the right and shouted, "Jin Zhaolong! Remove a piece of the door of this big house for me.

"Yes, Marshal! The door of this big house is thick enough to last under the bunker building. Jin Zhaolong took a group of people to pry the door of the mansion in a hurry.

A two-person high white pink wall surrounded the house tightly. It was killed outside the door of the big house all night, and there was no movement inside. There is such a house in Wuchang City, which is also a great man. The big red lantern hanging at the door of the mansion is written with the flat Songzi "Tangfu". The person who now lives in this house is Tang Hualong, a famous person of the constitutionalist faction.

Xiong Bingkun looked at the door of the big house left and right, frowned and said, "Marshal, there are too few door panels to cover four or five people."

Li Xiang smiled and said, "As long as it can cover three people, it's enough."

Xiong Bingkun stared at Li with a question mark and thought, "The bunker building is so high. How can three people take a ladder and stack arhats enough?"

Li wanted to look at the bunker building at the end of the long street and the fire in the depths of the night. I can climb up by myself."

Xiong Bingkun nodded and remembered that Li wanted to jump from the third floor. Maybe he could really do it. You have to do it yourself... Absolutely not! You are the commander-in-chief of the army, and you want to charge in person unless we are all dead!"

Xiong Bingkun came to his senses and began to jump and roar again. There is a comnoy here, and there is also a dispute at the gate of the mansion. Jin Zhaolong shouted loudly, and his voice was the loudest at the door of the noisy house.

Li Xiang rushed up in anger and rushed to the crown angrily. Jin Zhaolong! You make trouble for me. Do you borrow door panels from fellow villagers like this? Look in the mirror by yourself, do you look like a revolutionary soldier? It's simply a bandit who is forced to plunder. He is the henchman of the Eight Banners Green Camp.

Li wanted to point to Jin Zhaolong's nose and scold a few more words, but he was put a gun against his forehead. It was just a fifteen- or six-year-old girl holding a gun to Li Xiang's head. With a desperate face, Jin Zhaolong and more than a dozen guns quickly surrounded her.

Li wanted to turn his head slowly, but he didn't dare to move too much for fear of scaring the little girl. If the gun in her hand accidentally went off, she would travel again. Li wanted to see at a glance that she was a famous girl. A green silk scarf tied the waterfall-like hair behind her head at will, and the costume of a maid in blue could not hide her elegance. I guess she wore it like this for the convenience of movement. Li wanted to wave to Jin Zhaolong and others to put away the gun. The small flower face stained with gunpowder smoke bloomed with a warm smile like spring, but in this murderous late autumn, it was even more ferocious, revealing a row of snow-white teeth, shining white under the big red lantern. The little girl looks at Li Xiang like this, but she doesn't look like a good person.

Jin Zhaolong and his dozen guns did not mean to put away at all, but at Li Xiang's request, he lowered the muzzle and took a few steps back, without relaxing his vigilance at all. A group of people with sticks in the courtyard were so nervous that they stood silently behind the little girl.

The little girl looked back at the bright eyes under Li Xiang's hat without showing weakness, and finally said, "I won't lend my things to you, the bandits."

Li Xiang was almost lost in her dreamlike beautiful eyes. Hearing the words, he woke up and smiled and said, "We are the revolutionary party."

As soon as Li Xiang's voice fell, everyone only saw the figure shaking. The little girl had been held in Li Xiang's arms, and the gun fell into his hand. With dozens of pairs of eyes, no one could see how Li wanted to put out his hand.

A group of people dancing sticks shouted, "Let go, Miss!" Miss Tang didn't shout, but just struggled twice and couldn't break free and calmed down. There was an expression on her pretty face that you didn't dare to do anything to me.

"Be quiet!" With Li Xiang's roar, Jin Zhaolong's muzzle of the gun was raised again, and a group of familymen honestly closed their mouths. Li wanted to say to Miss Tang in her arms, "Our revolutionary army is a disciplined army, and we will never take a stitch from the masses. Now I just want to borrow your door panel and return it to you when it's used up. I'll compensate you if it's broken. Miss Tang, is that okay?"

"Yes! Please ask the general to let the little girl go first. When it came to this field, Tang Hualong, the treacherous and slippery constitutionalist, finally appeared on the stage, and the Tang family consciously separated a way for the owner.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tang. Tonight, we are revolutionizing and disturbing you makes me very frightened. Li wanted to let go of Miss Tang, "I'm sorry, Miss Tang. I offended you just now."

Miss Tang just quietly looked up at Li Xiang, and then turned around and walked into the big house. Tang Hualong smiled and said, "I always agree with the revolutionary cause. Just now, the little girl was ignorant, and it was all a misunderstanding. If this door panel is useful for the revolutionary cause, it can be used as my support for the revolutionary cause.

Li Xiang scolded the old traitor in his heart. He knew too much about the speculative revolution. Historically, the fruit of the victory of Wuchang's first righteousness finally fell into the hands of him and Li Yuanhong, who had not built an inch of success. Li wants to have no ability to change this impending history now. It is very difficult to hold the power in his hands now.

A night of fighting, the dawn is coming. At this moment, it can't be dark anymore. The continuous autumn rain has stopped overnight, and the smoke of war is still going on fiercely.

Li wanted to put away his pocket watch, and Xiong Bingkun and Jin Zhaolong were ready. The two of them worked together to hold the nearly 200 catties of the heavy door board. Li wanted to enter between them, and the three of them quietly touched it in the dark.

The Qing soldiers in the bunker building were already exhausted. Now they have been numb and heard a burst of random shooting. The Qing soldier, who borrowed the fire light of the superintendent's office, could also vaguely see a dark shadow slowly moving over. The Qing soldier didn't say a word but a shuttle of bullets swept by. The shadow was not affected, but suddenly accelerated and rolled towards the bunker building. Another machine gun also found the abnormal situation here. It immediately turned the muzzle, and the two machine guns fired at this side at the same time. The black image was an invinciless monster, and the speed remained unchanged and still rushed forward.

Li Xiang and the three of them rushed to the bottom of the bunker building in one go. At this time, the Qing soldiers in the bunker building had no choice but to take them. However, the two places in the dead corner under the bunker building were not caring for themselves. One was the front door of the governor's office, which had been burned and bombarded into ruins. The remaining Qing soldiers followed the governor Ruicheng to the backyard. One was the headquarters of the eight towns, and the admiral of the eighth town control and defense battalion, Lord Zhang Biao, was busy fighting the fire!

Li wanted to climb up the bunker building and saw nine Qing soldiers squatting in the narrow space inside. Li wanted to jump on a Qing soldier in front of him, and the dagger inserted into his heart from his chest. He pulled out the dagger and waved his hand, cut open the throat of a Qing soldier. Li Xiang's face was full of two strands of blood. A Qing soldier behind him hugged Li Xiang's waist. Li Xiang turned sideways, and the Qing soldier who rushed from the side tied the knife to the Qing soldier who hugged Li Xiang's waist. Li wanted to sit on the horse, shook off the body of the Qing soldier who was holding his waist, and touched the dagger on the neck of the Qing soldier who killed the wrong person. Li wanted to chop down his palm with his left hand and split the neck of the Qing soldier who rushed over. The remaining four Qing soldiers rushed to Li Xiang crazily at the same time. Li Xiang threw the dagger and nailed it to the forehead of a Qing soldier. Li Xiang got up and kicked three times in a row. The remaining three Qing soldiers were all kicked to the ground. Li wanted to pull out the dagger and add a knife for everyone.

Jin Zhaolong also climbed up like Li wanted. He climbed halfway up and fell down. He got up from the ground and wanted to climb again. Xiong Bingkun grabbed him and shouted, "Don't make trouble. The machine gun on it has stopped."

Jin Zhaolong looked up and saw a dark shadow falling. It was Li Xiang. He had solved all the Qing soldiers inside.

At this moment, Zeng Gao took his soldiers and horses straight to the headquarters of the eight towns. When Wu Zhaolin saw that the bunker building turned off, he also took a swarm of soldiers and horses to the headquarters of Bazhen.

Zhang Biao, the admiral of the eighth town control and defense battalion, is directing the soldiers and horses to put out the oil fire on the door wall. Before he has urgently deployed defensive forces, the revolutionary army has climbed over the wall of the headquarters of the eight towns. At this time, no matter how elite Zhang Biao's soldiers and horses were, they lost the courage to resist and ran away one after another. Zhang Biao ran faster than a rabbit. How could he be stupid enough to die for the Qing Empire? "After all your hard work, you have died" are just beautiful words of the article. Nowadays, the court of the Qing Dynasty has long lost its hearts.