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

Sun Chuanwu fired a shot, killing a bandit who was riding wildly on horseback. He then picked up his military knife and drew a vertical line below the "I" on the butt of his rifle. He then chambered a round and began searching for any threatening enemies.

There was a slight movement behind the window of a thatched house in the distance, and Sun Chuanwu smiled. With a "bang," he shot and killed the bandit hiding by the window, preparing to fire a sneak attack. Then he slashed the butt of his rifle.

Zhang Tieniu had only led his soldiers a short distance when a dozen or so bandits on horseback charged at them with their swords drawn.

"Don't shoot the horse!" Zhang Tieniu shouted, and everyone raised their guns.

"Bang bang bang bang..." A burst of gunfire rang out. Seven or eight of the charging bandits fell from their horses. The remaining few let out a strange cry, turned their horses around, and ran away.

The soldiers quickly reloaded their guns, and another burst of gunfire rang out, causing three more bandits to fall from their horses. The remaining bandits fled into the distance.

The platoon leader had already led his men through the village gate. "Advance steadily, cover each other. Watch the ground, finish off any that can move." With that, he fired a shot that killed a bandit who was pinned to the ground and still struggling desperately.

Mo Biao led his guards to the entrance of the village and saw several soldiers squatting to the side vomiting.

"Company, Company Commander!" A young soldier saw Mo Biao coming over, quickly wiped away his tears, and stood up straight.

"It's okay! It's normal to throw up the first time you go to the battlefield. I almost peed my pants the first time I went to the battlefield! Hahaha."

Seeing that the company commander didn't curse, the faces of the vomiting soldiers improved a little.

"Be careful, you'll get used to it after a while!" Mo Biao patted the young soldier on the shoulder and led the guards inside.

That's it? The infamous Zhang Scarface had been entrenched in Yang'ao Mountain for over a decade. He was a fearsome figure throughout Xintai County, yet he was wiped out so easily.

Wang Kai shook his head and led his personal guards inside. Reaching the gate, he saw the corpses of men and horses scattered on the ground. Several soldiers were vomiting nearby, and his own guards also began to vomit.

When Mo Biao went inside, the large-scale battle had already ended. Soldiers from each squad and platoon were going door-to-door collecting the remaining enemy troops.

Zhang Tieniu kicked open a wooden door, then darted to hide against the wall; "Listen up, you people inside, raise your hands and surrender now. Otherwise, we'll shoot!"

"Sir, please, please don't shoot! We are good people." A trembling voice came from behind.

"Raise your hands and walk out slowly!"

A moment later, a young woman wearing a red cheongsam walked out, her hands trembling.

"Who are you? Is anyone else inside?" Zhang Tieniu lowered his voice when he saw that it was a woman.

"Sir, I was kidnapped by Zhang Bazi. This is his bedroom, and there's no one in it anymore!" The woman was so frightened that tears streamed down her face.

Where's Zhang Bazi?

"I just heard them say that he was beaten to death at the entrance of the village!" the woman said softly, her head down.

Zhang Tieniu was disappointed upon hearing this; he had hoped to make a great contribution! It was a pity that this guy died so quickly.

Zhang Tieniu had the woman taken away, then led his men inside for a quick search, finding no one else there. Only then did they move on to the next room.

Mo Biao walked to the small square inside, where a large group of people were already kneeling. More people who had been searched were being brought here one after another.

Jiao Long was leading several soldiers in checking the identities of these people.

"Old Jiao! Have we suffered any casualties?" Mo Biao wasn't very interested in these bandits; he was just afraid that too many soldiers would be killed or wounded, and that the company would fall behind the other companies.

"For now, only one soldier has been stabbed in the leg, and the medic is already bandaging him. Two others have sprained their ankles!" Such casualties brought a smile to the faces of Mo Biao and Jiao Long.

"Okay! You go ahead and do your work, I'll go check on the wounded!" Mo Biao hated these kinds of chores the most, and it was much easier for him to have the instructor handle them.

An hour later, all the fighting was over. All the remaining bandits and their families were found and made to kneel in the square, watching the soldiers eat.

The meal was plentiful today, with fish and meat. However, many soldiers had no appetite. The corpses scattered all over the ground hadn't been dealt with yet!

"You have to eat, even if you can't. We have a lot of things to do later! We won't have the energy if we don't eat. We still have to get back to Xintai tonight!" Jiao Long said loudly, holding a steamed bun.

Mo Biao and several platoon leaders took the lead in eating. They were all veterans who had fought for many years and were already immune to such things.

Under the pressure of their superiors, the soldiers had no choice but to stuff food into their mouths. Some vomited as soon as they ate, but were still made to move aside and continue eating.

After barely managing to eat lunch, they began to separately interrogate the surrendered bandits. The remaining men started a thorough search, taking everything of value, including food.

The square was soon piled high with grain and money. Wang Kai's mouth watered at the sight, but he dared not reach out and take a single copper coin.

"Company Commander, we found over 210 dan of grain, approximately 13,000 taels of gold and silver, and a batch of antiques and paintings." By 3 PM, with most of the tasks completed, Jiao Long and Mo Biao reported.

"Not bad, we didn't lose money!" Mo Biao and Jiao Longdou didn't care about the confiscated weapons, which were mostly swords and a few muskets. They would distribute them directly to the soldiers as spoils of war.

"What should we do with the dozen or so ringleaders and bloodthirsty thugs we've also investigated?"

"Just kill him, what's there to say!" Mo Biao waved his hand. This was all done according to military orders, so Jiao Long didn't say anything and just nodded.

"Gather the soldiers who haven't killed any bandits and make them carry out this task!"

The two walked out of the main hall together. The gang leaders who had been interrogated on the side of the playground were all tied up and kneeling to one side. They all knew their fate was grim. A few were crying and begging for help, while most looked ashen-faced.

Soon these people were lined up and knelt down, while the selected soldiers stood opposite them, pale-faced and holding guns.

"Since you've come to be a soldier, you must kill the enemy. If you don't kill him, he'll kill you! There's no room for sentimentality on the battlefield! These are all criminals who deserve to die and must be executed!" Jiao Long roared.

"Raise your guns!" Mo Biao ordered expressionlessly. The soldiers trembled, gritted their teeth, and raised their guns, aiming at the bandits ten meters away.

"Ready! Fire!" The soldiers pulled the triggers in unison.

Most of the bandits fell, some wounded but not dead, shouting as they went. Several others were completely unharmed.

"Ready!" The soldiers quickly loaded their bullets.

"Fire!" Another burst of gunfire finally brought all the bandits to the ground.

"Fix bayonets and inspect!" Mo Biao roared expressionlessly. He had to get them through this ordeal. These soldiers might look trembling with fear now, but once he got used to it, they would all be elite troops.