Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 422: Tit for Tat (Part ) (asking for monthly votes)

"There will always be someone who can come after you."

Having said this, there is naturally nothing more to say.

"Before Jingbo left, he asked his subordinate Jinlou Manager to deliver a batch of arms, saying that he personally modified and debugged them based on the latest Maxim heavy machine gun developed by Europe and the most powerful revolver in the United States. I have tried it and found that if used properly, it is enough to pose a fatal threat to the Grand Master. As for facing Chuntai, at first glance, maybe we can also achieve some results with this."

Feng Zhao stood up and motioned for everyone to look outside.

There were four iron barrels in the yard. Under the black cloth covering them, a glowing alchemical matrix was faintly visible. There was a bracket underneath, and a row of red Tianrui bombs were dragged from the barrels to the ground.

In a wooden box nearby, there were dozens of large-caliber revolvers powerful enough to crack open the skulls of dragons and elephants.

"The only place that can get these things from those foreign devils in such a short time is Jingbo's Jinlou, right?"

Huang Keqiang rushed to the courtyard and fondled it lovingly: "If we could have a few hundred more of these treasures, what would we be afraid of the Beiyang Army?"

Everyone was silent as they listened, as if they were thinking of Honolulu's current difficult financial situation.

Zhongshan Qiao looked at Feng Zhao. Although both of them were leaders of the Boxer Army, they did not talk much to each other. After all, one was affiliated with Honolulu, in charge of logistics and internal affairs; the other led the White Lotus Sect, responsible for uprising and killing the enemy. He thought that it would be difficult for a civil official and a military official to get along harmoniously, but he did not expect that after getting along for these days, they became tacitly in tune with each other because of their common ambitions. They could guess each other's thoughts with just a look or a gesture.

"Keqiang, we already owe Jingbo enough. It is important to increase revenue and reduce expenditure, but at this moment, we should think about how to do big things with little money."

Zhongshan Qiao patted the "Alchemical Enhanced Version" Maxim heavy machine gun left by Qin Huai, turned to Feng Zhao and asked, "Wanming, I heard that these days many righteous men have learned about the anti-bandit manifesto and are willing to come to Wuchang to raise the banner and go to Beijing to kill the bandits?"

"Well, they are here tonight."

Feng Zhao whistled, then took out two unusually large revolvers from the box and sat aside to play with them.

As soon as the whistle sounded, many figures suddenly rushed out from all directions. These people were dressed differently and looked very different. They were not only members of the White Lotus Sect, but also many swordsmen and wild knights who roamed the green forests and the rivers and lakes. A rough scan showed that there were no more than a hundred people, who were led to the front of the boxing ring by the five White Lotus elders.

"Everyone."

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked up and saw Zhongshan Qiao walking out of the boxing ring. His passionate voice spread in the night: "This time, we are fighting against the bandits to preserve the integrity of our Chinese nation. I, Zhongshan Qiao, am a scholar, but at this moment, I still want to drink with my brothers to boost our ambitions!"

After that, wine bowls were placed in front of everyone. The night was dark and the wine reflected the lights like flowing blood.

"The way of the great Dao is to make the world a common good!"

Feng Zhao held the wine bowl with both hands and worshipped the heavens: "Brothers, let's drink this bowl of wine, drive out the Tartars, and restore China!"

"Drive out the Tartars and restore China!"

Everyone's blood was boiling and their eyes were red.

At this moment, a small boat was blown by the night wind and headed straight towards Wuchang from Hankou in the north of the Yangtze River. On the boat was a short old man, standing at the bow with his hands behind his back. He had a white face, white eyebrows, three tufts of beard, and was dressed in noble and gorgeous clothes. He held a pair of iron rods in a brocade bag in his hands.

There is a dragon head on the front of the stick with two horns on the top of the head. Behind the handle of the stick is a three-pronged fish tail, which looks very strange.

If there is a master boxer who is familiar with all kinds of weapons present, he will definitely recognize that this stick is the legendary [Purple Gold Dragon Stick].

Behind a small boat on the Yangtze River, in the misty night fog, under the cold and lonely moonlight, there are more than a dozen two-masted warships moving slowly, with the dragon flag of the Qing Dynasty fluttering and a murderous atmosphere spreading.

The people standing at the bow of the ship all wore flowered feathers on their heads and wore patched robes with patches embroidered with leopards, tigers, or bears. They were all military officers of the fifth rank of the current dynasty.

They were the twelve chief and deputy commanders of the Niangan Department, except for the six chief commanders, and more than a hundred Baitangs under their command.

These people are different from warriors like Bai Tang and Gong Yutian who squeezed into the government by their own merits. They all entered the court as officials through military examinations, and later became brave soldiers and generals who had been on the battlefield for a long time and made great military exploits. They fought with iron and blood and won fame in the mountains of swords and seas of fire.

In addition, there are many extraordinary people who have been won over by the Qing court over the years, hiding in various places on the warships, waiting for the opportunity to receive orders.

The identity of this white-browed old man is self-evident, as he was able to drive the sticky rods out in droves and make so many Manchu military officers give way respectfully.

Qing Dynasty, Regent, Aisin-Gioro Chuntai.

"My children, why are we crossing the river tonight?"

“Cut the weeds and eradicate the root causes, and avoid future troubles forever!”

"Yes, we must cut the grass and root it out, and eliminate the trouble forever. Ten years ago, when the foreign enemy invaded, I was a brave man who cut off my own arm and used the fortune of the country to save these 400 million people and save the country from collapse. However, the Han people often become unruly people. Zhongshan Qiao is not only not grateful, but also wants to rebel against the court. He is really the number one rebel in the past 300 years." "Now the civil strife has started again. I am an old man and thought I would never have the energy to repay the emperor's grace. Fortunately, God took pity on me and let me find you kids."

Chuntai stood alone at the riverside, looking at the approaching lights, and waved his hand: "Tonight, the rebels who are plotting to seize the sacred artifacts of the country are plotting something big in Wuchang. My men, if we don't save the country now, when will we save the country?!"

"Kill the traitors and serve the court!"

"Kill the traitors and serve the court!"

Perhaps he had heard the deafening noise coming from the river, the Boxer Army commander who was on night duty at the river bank immediately realized something was wrong, and immediately fired a warning shot and lit a fire to provide illumination.

The sound of urgent whistles spread throughout the north bank defense line. The New Yihe Army, ready for battle, hurried to the gun muzzles. The strong Boxers took the heavy arrows filled with kerosene, lit them, drew their bows, and were ready to fire.

"Set up the cannons and light them. Draw your bows and put your arrows on them. Three, two, one, fire!"

At this moment, in the north of Wuchang Town, a golden light soared up from the waves of the river, and a yellow and black dragon flag fluttered. Under the moonlight highlighted by the deep night, Chuntai, who was standing alone on the bow of the ship, drew out the [Purple Gold Dragon Stick] and chopped it down with one hand, causing the wind and clouds to change wildly.

The brilliant light and rumbling artillery fire collided near the river. Amid the crisscrossing golden streams and rockets, an illusory dragon with black gold scales spread out, sweeping and destroying the north bank's defense line with its fangs and claws, leaving only devastation.

Many Boxers could not understand how the Beiyang Army could do such a thing until they died. But at the moment they lost consciousness, they seemed to discover something even more bizarre than the dragon appearing at night.

That is, this dragon has no tail under its belly, and is a broken dragon.
"Hmph, I don't know whether to live or die."

Chuntai jumped off the boat without even looking at the Boxers lying dead and wounded on the ground, and headed towards the Boxer headquarters with the [Purple Gold Dragon Stick] in hand.

A soldier covered in blood and with a collapsed chest struggled to raise the pistol in his hand, pointed it at Chuntai, and pulled the trigger with his last bit of strength.

boom!
Chuntai, who was well-versed in martial arts, swung his iron rod and accurately blocked the bullet, bouncing the shell back and shooting it into the soldier's forehead, causing his bloody brain to explode immediately.

The dozen or so brigs that followed Chuntai formed a crescent shape, and the Nian Gan Bai Tangs were armed and attacked the Boxers who had managed to survive one by one.

"Brothers, it is better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go!"

Puhu Baturu, the leader of the rebel envoys at the time, had changed out of his military officer's court uniform. With a loud roar, he waved his fists and led his troops to charge towards the Yihe branch altar in Wuchang Town.

The cold moon was dyed with black clouds, murderous intent was spreading, artillery fire was continuous, and countless Boxers holding weapons emerged from everywhere like black streams, rushing towards Nian Gan Bai Tang. In the streets, the Boxers were either brandishing swords and guns, or holding up long guns, or throwing hidden weapons, and the blood filled the moonlight. There were four well-trained boxers who wielded guns and sticks, and their qi was running wild. With a few leaps and bounds, they stabbed the braids of the Qing dogs into pieces!

Baturu took the sword spine pulled out from Yiquanmin's body and pierced the chest of the four-trained boxer, nailing him into the ground. His black braids were cut off by the hook spear and scattered, leaving his hair disheveled. He wiped the blood from his neck, wiped a handful of lead bullets from his shoulder, his eyes were ferocious, and the dark black and golden dragon patterns on his body appeared from time to time.

"Brothers, the chance to make a name for yourself has come. Hurry up and use all your strength. Don't let these rebellious bandits go!"

The whole town was filled with a loud bang!
Boxer Arena in Wuchang Town.

Chuntai held the [Purple Gold Dragon Stick] and killed as he went along. When he arrived at the long street of the main hall, his python robe was still as shiny as new, without a single stain of blood.

"The world belongs to all? What a high-sounding lie!"

Chuntai looked at the plaque hanging on the door of the boxing ring, sneered, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Zhao, who was standing among the crowd and had the most special aura, and said slowly: "Zhongshan Qiao can't fight, he is a weak scholar, you can detect my coming early, and gather your strength to wait here, you are the leader of this generation of White Lotus?"

Feng Zhao did not answer, but looked at Chuntai in front of him as if he was facing a formidable enemy. His figure and appearance were completely different from those in the image on the talisman.

"Why, look at your eyes, have you seen me before?"

Chuntai narrowed his eyes, and when he caught a glimpse of Li Cunyi holding a single sword, he suddenly realized.

"I was wondering why I couldn't find you, a little kid from Guandong, in Zhili. I originally thought you followed the magic spear south, but I didn't expect you to get mixed up with this group of rioters."

After hearing this, Feng Zhao finally confirmed that the skinny old man in front of him was the Regent Prince Chuntai, whom they had discussed and decided to kill tonight.

Although he had sensed through his mysterious senses that a top expert was coming from Jiangbei the moment Chuntai made his move, and had restrained all his experts here to prevent Chuntai from defeating them one by one, he still didn't expect that the legendary regent who had suffocated the land of Shenzhou would look like this.

"If you are old and still alive, you are a thief. You are the biggest tyrant in the world. You naturally don't understand our aspirations. How dare you speak nonsense about the public?"

As soon as Feng Zhao finished speaking, the field was immediately filled with extremely violent murderous intent.

"Just because of it!"

(End of this chapter)