The anti-Qing movement began with the looting of the Eight-Nation Alliance.

With a "bang!" a gunshot rang out, and the bandits on the stockade wall staggered and fell to the ground.

Zhang Tieniu's gunshot was the command; the other soldiers opened fire on the wall in unison. Dust billowed up from the wall in an instant.

Seeing the target killed, Zhang Tieniu's lips curled into a smirk. He immediately pulled the bolt, chambered the next bullet, and aimed at the stockade wall again.

"I hit it! I hit it!" a young voice shouted excitedly.

Zhang Tieniu turned his head and saw Sun Chuanwu, the youngest in his class. This kid came from a hunter's family and had practiced shooting since he was a child. After joining the army, his talent quickly came to the fore. His marksmanship was among the best in the entire battalion.

"Well done! Chuanwu, be careful, don't stick your head out!" Zhang Tieniu praised, but still gave him a warning.

"Cease fire!" After several rounds of fighting, seeing that there was no one left on the stockade wall, Zhang Tieniu ordered a ceasefire. He then instructed everyone to continue pushing the sandbags closer.

"Instructor, is it safer to have the artillery fire?" Mo Biao had been watching from behind, and he knew perfectly well that the next step was to get close to the stockade wall, throw grenades at it, and then blow open the gate!

Considering that Zhang the Scarface and his cavalry hadn't appeared yet, and to prevent them from harming the soldiers, it was better to be safe. After all, Lord Shen had said on the way here, "Don't be stingy with ammunition!" Hehe!

Jiao Long nodded without speaking. On the battlefield, the commanding officer has the greatest power, and as long as he doesn't make a particularly serious mistake, the political instructor cannot interfere with his command of the battle.

"Zhu Zi, can we blast that gate open?" Mo Biao asked as he approached the artillery crew.

"Company Commander Mo, our cannon has a range of 4,900 meters. We're less than 1,000 meters from the stockade wall. If I can't blow open the gate within three shots, I'll be fired!" The tall Zhao Tiezhu patted the cannon affectionately and said confidently.

"Alright! Get ready to aim and wait for my command!" Mo Biao nodded and told the messenger to hurry up and relay the order.

Mo Biao then went to the heavy machine gun group; "Move your position another two hundred meters and aim at the gate!"

Mo Biao quickly saw that the vanguard squad had retreated. The heavy machine gun crew had also moved into position. He glanced at the artillery crew and then waved.

With a deafening boom, Zhao Tiezhu hadn't been bragging; the first shot hit the stockade wall. He immediately adjusted the cannon, took aim again, personally loaded the shell into the breech, and then pulled the bridle.

With a loud "boom," the shell flew out and smashed into the village gate, shattering the large wooden door made of logs into pieces, and the door frame wobbled as if it were about to collapse.

"Good! Zhu Zi, well done!" Mo Biaomeng patted the sandbag in front of him.

"Enough! Enough! Zhu Zi, you son of a bitch, don't you know the value of firewood and rice?!" Mo Biao shouted as he saw Zhao Tiezhu stuff another cannonball in. This cannon is good, but the shells are precious! They'll be very useful later, so don't waste them.

Zhao Tiezhu reluctantly loosened his grip on the cannon rope; it seemed the chance to fire more shots today was gone.

The gate frame swayed a few times before finally collapsing under the weight, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Heavy machine guns, get ready!" Mo Biao strode over to the machine gun crew.

The gunner yanked the trigger, gripped the handle with both hands, and aimed the gun at the gate. The ammunition handler beside him also lifted the ammunition belt. The thumb-sized bullets were a beautiful, bright yellow.

"Company commander, do they really dare to charge out?" After a while, the entrance to the stockade remained quiet. The lead marksman asked in a low voice.

"This is their last chance, they'll definitely give it their all!" Mo Biao said, taking a drag of his cigarette and squinting.

"They're here! Get ready!" Mo Biao abruptly threw away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

Sure enough, the sound of hooves rang out. A group of cavalrymen wielding long swords charged out of the stockade. As soon as the first horse's head appeared, Mo Biao gave the order to fire.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..." The heavy machine gun chuckled as it spewed bullets. An invisible whip swept towards the village gate.

The first cavalryman was hit by three heavy machine gun bullets and was instantly cut in two, falling to the ground along with his horse.

In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere in front of the village gate, and a large number of men and horses lay dead on the ground, with corpses strewn all over the place and blood flowing like a river.

The entire gate was only four or five meters wide, just enough for two or three riders to pass through. Under the heavy machine gun fire, all the cavalrymen who charged out were shot down. Not a single cavalryman could advance more than ten meters.

The entire battlefield was eerily quiet, save for the rattling of heavy machine guns. Everyone watched this horrific scene with bated breath.

Wang Kai and his personal guards stared wide-eyed. "That's too brutal!" This heavy machine gun was truly domineering; whether it was a person or a horse, a single shot would leave a hole the size of a fist.

The gunfire stopped with a click. A belt of bullets was empty, and the feeder scrambled to load more.

With the bullets loaded, the gunner pulled the trigger lever again, ready to fire.

"Wait a minute! Do you think bullets are free?!" Mo Biao picked up his binoculars and looked around, seeing that no more cavalry were charging out.

Mo Biao tossed aside his binoculars and pulled out his pistol. He fired two shots. "Charge!" he shouted, preparing to rush out with his gun.

"Company Commander, remember your position!" Jiao Long, who had been watching him closely, roared, interrupting Mo Biao's charge. He reluctantly slowed down.

Seeing that he did not act impulsively, Jiao Long led his soldiers to charge forward.

Zhang Tieniu and his men were closest and reacted the fastest. He instructed several skilled marksmen to aim at the top of the wall, and with a wave of his hand, three soldiers quickly ran towards the wall.

Upon reaching the foot of the stockade wall, the three soldiers pulled out grenades and snapped the pins, sending up a plume of white smoke. They quickly threw the grenades onto the wall.

The soldiers pressed themselves against the wall, ducking their heads, and waited for the explosions to begin.

Before the smoke from the explosion had even cleared, Zhang Tieniu grabbed a bamboo pole and charged toward the stockade wall. Two soldiers were at the other end of the pole.

The three quickly reached the stockade wall. Zhang Tieniu, without pausing, jumped up and climbed onto the wall. The two soldiers behind him worked together to push him up.

Once on top of the wall, Zhang Tieniu quickly took the rifle off his back and began scanning the ground. He saw more than a dozen corpses lying on the wall, but not a single living person.

Soon, several more soldiers were stabbed. Everyone crouched down and worked together, raising their guns to guard all directions.

In no time, the entire platoon of soldiers had scaled the stockade wall. Zhang Tieniu led his men and fired a few shots inside, killing several bandits who were running around. He then turned and went to the wall, giving a signal to the outside that it was safe to proceed.

Seeing his comrades about to rush in through the gate, Zhang Tieniu assigned Sun Chuanwu and another soldier to snipe from the stockade wall. He then led the remaining dozen or so soldiers down the wall and charged in.