There is a limit to the patience of the Chinese, and the limit of patience now is Xiao Letian's death order, one hour. After half an hour of hand-to-hand combat and ramming, the young officers finally survived the hour that infuriated them.

The pocket watch was already the standard equipment of all Xiao Letian's officers, and when they saw that the pointer had pointed to half past six in the morning, that is, after the allotted one-hour holding period, the group of tigers with their hands and feet tied could finally attack openly.

"Charge, everyone distributes weapons...... An hour has passed, let us kill openly!"

"Grab the knife, hack these devils...... The blood of the brethren cannot be shed in vain......"

"What about the muskets, bring them up, set fire to them, and kill these thugs......"

The guards charged like crazy, and the shouts of the officers in the crowd came and went, especially the young people, Xiao Hexin, Sima Yun, Luo Huo, and the Japanese swordsman Noheita ...... The eyes of these young Zhuang factions have long been blue, and they are waiting to kill now.

Now only the Wing King Shi Dakai and the Ryukyu Kingdom's Imperial Forest Army General Cai Mao can still keep calm, and an elder like them who is good at strategy can still restrain the impulse in his heart, and while he is fanatical, they have not forgotten Xiao Letian's strategic intentions.

"Stop, stop all, Mr. Xiao wants to subdue the hearts of the Japanese, even if it is an hour later, he can't go on a killing spree...... Damn, who told you to light a Molotov cocktail! Are you crazy......"

"Slow down, everyone slow down, keep your distance from the Japanese, form a suppression, don't kill anymore...... Holy shit, when did you hide the dagger? Who the fuck made you cut his throat? Are you fucking crazy......

The two veterans desperately maintained order in the crowd, after all, the prestige of the two was there, first the Chinese and the Ryukyu soldiers began to calm down, although their hands did not stop, but the speed of the charge slowed down significantly.

At this time, the officers of the Shaozhuang faction were all mad, and they couldn't vent their feelings and yelled, "What the fuck is this fighting......?"

The Chinese and the Ryukyuan people are easy to control, but the pirates led by Noheita are difficult to control, and the swordsman who killed him like a bloody gourd raised his arms and shouted, "We are the personal guards of the Prime Minister, and we are the people who are directly under the jurisdiction of Lord Xiao...... If you don't do it, we'll do it......"

As he spoke, more than a dozen figures rushed up from the back of the team, and the first one was the clever Xiao Bingtaro, who was holding bundles of knives in their hands, which had just been thrown on the ground.

"Copy the knife, let's do it ourselves......" Xiao Bingtaro still looks like a bad gambler in the past, with one more surname, he is like having an extra soul, and the aura of the whole person has changed.

I saw him shouting in Chinese, which he was not fluent in, "I am ...... The Prime Minister's son...... You can't control me...... Those who wrap red cloth in their arms, rush ...... me" As he spoke, Xiao Bingtaro and Nohei Tai rushed forward with more than a hundred pirates on the left and right, as if they were crazy. After a while, a piece of blood red filled everyone's sight.

Xiao Bingtaro's words actually suppressed Shi Dakai, Cai Mao and others, and when they thought about what this kid said, they really couldn't refute it. Xiao Lotian recognized Xiao Bingtaro as his godson in front of 10,000 people, legally speaking, if Xiao Lotian has no heirs in the future, this child may have to inherit the family business, this is the young master!

Although people know in their hearts that it is impossible for him to become a young master, Xiao Letian admits that his godson is also to repay his sister and brother for saving their lives, and he does not really want to cultivate him to inherit the family business. But at such a critical juncture, the identity of this godson made him the leader of the entire team.

When those pirates began to kill, some fanatics in the team couldn't hold back their feelings, "Even the Japanese rushed up, and even the godsons of adults don't care about life and death, what are we going to be turtles...... Damn, I can't help it......"

One soldier after another broke away from their own formation and charged forward, the situation instantly got out of control, and the team that had been easily stabilized began to be restless again.

Wing King Shi Da was in a hurry, and a chill suddenly welled up in his heart, he found that his own era had passed, and the Wing King, who commanded thousands of troops and horses on the southern battlefield, had gradually disappeared from people's hearts, and the era of Xiao Letian had come.

"It's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, I didn't expect that I would be marginalized so soon, but it's good that isn't this what I crave......

The surprise attack of the Japanese mercenaries shook all the fugitives, and Yamamoto Kiyoshi stood at the gate of the gathering area at this time, holding the fence gate with one hand and beckoning the Japanese to retreat to the concentration camp with the other.

"Run, hurry into the camp and use a qiē building to defend ...... These Qing slaves have treacherously started killing people...... Damn, I said they would slaughter the city, you still don't believe it, now look at it, you look at it......"

"Noheita! you bastard...... Yaga, Yaga ......" Yamamoto Kiyoshi is now desperate to gather an offensive army again, but it is too late, there is no chance now, all the Japanese resistance courage has been exhausted in the Long Street assault just now, and now even if the god of war is reincarnated, it will be difficult to reverse.

Tens of thousands of Japanese rushed back to the concentration camp, and in desperation, they gathered together to snuggle up to each other and their relatives, closing their eyes and waiting for the last moment of their lives. At this time, they were already physically and mentally exhausted, they were so tired that the hellish experience of the past few days had made them go from thugs to prisoners and then to thugs, and now they became prisoners again.

No one would have the luxury of expecting the Qing people to open up, and now even the Japanese themselves can't forgive themselves, look at the crazy killing of Noheita and the pirates outside the camp, this nightmare even the own people can't stand it.

Death is death, and death is one of the best in the world in this small island nation of earthquakes, tsunamis, typhoons, and volcanic eruptions.

Gradually, the crowd heard the sound of muffled chanting Buddhist scriptures, followed by the sound of Catholic chants. At this time, Buddhism and Catholicism were the main beliefs of the Japanese people, and at the last moment of their lives, whether they were believers or not, they would lean on their families and pray again.

Yamamoto Kiyoshi was really going crazy, he ran around the camp like crazy, and roared hysterically in his mouth, "Get up, you cowards, don't wait to die, do it with them...... We fight in formations, and we will fight to the death...... Amaterasu will not abandon us, you are all cowards...... Ahh

Kiyoshi Yamamoto was crazy, his eyes were as red as a bull, his hair was scattered and fluttering in the wind, and his body was covered in blood and dirt like a pig rolling out of a pond of mud.

"Cowards, you are all cowards, you will never be a samurai in this life, you will always be a pariah......" Yamamoto Kiyoshi may not be able to understand for the rest of his life, not everyone in this world wants to be a samurai, and untouchables also have their own small happiness.

It is enough to have a house to shelter from the wind and rain, a bowl of rice to satisfy hunger, and relatives to be together. The samurai dream in your heart may not matter at all in the eyes of these pariahs.

Just when Yamamoto Kiyoshi was going crazy, suddenly a figure rushed out of the stabbing and knocked him to the ground with one punch, "Yamamoto-kun, sober up, you have been lost in blood, don't hurt people anymore...... Xiao Letian has already arrived, do you think that is his recognition of the flag?"

Kayama Liyuan lifted Yamamoto Kiyoshi's collar by the neck, pointed his finger into the distance and shouted loudly, "That's Xiao Letian's recognition of the flag, he has arrived, there will be no massacre at all! Everyone retreats and gets rid of contact, Xiao Letian will let his subordinates rein in......"

At this time, there were no more fleeing Japanese at the gate of the camp, and countless tattered furniture and living debris were thrown out of the gathering area, which was like a mountain at the gate of the camp. Whenever Noheita and the others tried to climb up, they would be attacked by a rain of garbage.

Just as Noheita and the others were about to break through this garbage mountain, suddenly there was a low sound of horns from behind the main formation, which was the rallying cry of the army, and the soldiers who heard the trumpet must gather immediately.

"Phew...... Let you live a few more moments, you wait to die, a bunch of idiots......" Nohei cursed, and quickly returned to the main camp with the pirates.

Xiao Lotian really came, he asked Xiang Shaolong to carry it over, and there was Sakamoto Ryoma on the sedan chair beside him, followed by Liang Kun, who had just come to support, holding Xiao Letian's broken recognition flag in his hand, and rushed towards the rising sun.

"My lord, my military advisor, my husband, my prime minister......" As soon as the army saw Xiao Letian's pale face and the weak Sakamoto Ryoma beside him, everyone knew that the blood transfusion must be true. The soldiers not only came to their hearts with grief, but also fell to their knees with a bang.

Especially the Japanese pirates who rushed back, when they saw that Sakamoto Ryoma had come to life, their admiration for Xiao Lotian in their hearts was like a surging river, turning into tears from their eyes.

At that moment, more than a thousand men couldn't suppress their inner emotions, and the entire battlefield was like thunder. Xiao Letian looked at these simple men with red eyes, he knew that in this era, human cognition of blood is always full of religious mystery.

It will not take a few days for Xiao Lotian to treat the Japanese envoy with blood to deduce various versions of the rumors, and there is no doubt that these rumors will have mythological overtones.

Some people may call him a living bodhisattva or a contemporary benevolence and righteousness, but some people will also call him a hellish demon who has the devil's magic in his hands, but whether it is praise or disparagement, people still admire the fact that they saved their lives with their own blood. Xiao Letian's team cohesion is like steel from today, and it is difficult to be leveraged.

This kind of loyalty comes from the heart, and it is definitely not comparable to the loyalty condensed by the generosity of high-ranking officials and the strict punishment and strict law, and a trace of military soul is forged.

The scene of more than 1,000 old men crying loudly is so spectacular, and Huashan Liyuan stood in the camp in a daze and looked at the crying crowd not far away, and only despair welled up in his heart.

This is a cry from the heart, such a sad and tragic military soul, I am afraid that no one in this world can resist it...... Actually crying into the soul of the army, actually crying into the army!"

Note: Hey...... Historical themes are really difficult to write, almost every chapter is painstakingly coded, countless materials to check, all kinds of plots to be arranged and combined, and brain cells die in pieces. No wonder there are fewer and fewer people writing history now, this kind of crime is really terrifying.

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