On the upper floor of Guide Gate City, Fenshui Ting, Pan Youdu and others have reached the final moment.

The Green Battalion and the Bannermen piled up a large amount of dry firewood from the front and back, and poured tung oil, which was ready to burn them.

As soon as the raging fire burned, if they didn't want to die, they could only rush out, and if they rushed out, the Huizhou Association soldiers, who had already lined up outside, could directly stab them to death.

Under the Guide Sect, the sixty-nine-year-old Zhu Jue seems to be dozens of years older, and the original black and white pigtails are now almost all white.

Unlike Detai, who was clamoring to execute all the anti-thieves around him, Zhu Jue did not have half the joy of victory.

Counting the Huizhou Association that was transferred, there were more than 5,000 soldiers from the Green Battalion under the Guide Gate, and nearly 1,000 soldiers from the Eight Banners stationed there, with a total of 6,000 people invested before and after.

On the other side, there are only more than 800 rabble, lacking water and food, and even weapons and ammunition.

What kind of victory is this?

It's almost the same to make a fool of yourself!

And it's ugly in front of the whole Guangzhou city!

Now even if I kill all the thieves on the Guide Gate, it will be useless, because my weakness in the Qing Dynasty has already made everyone look at it, and in the future, these Cantonese people will obey like now?

Besides, it is far from being obedient now.

What's even more terrifying is that Zhu Jue feels that there is probably no future.

He had just received the news that Song Rebellion's army had moved north from Dongguan and was currently besieging Yongkang Fort, and the Sanyuanli militia in Yongkang Fort was also likely to have a problem.

All right! There are more than 10,000 people in total, and since the landing of Humen, it has been like a bamboo!

The forts in Humen, Jiaomen, Dajiao, and Shajiao are all in vain, and those natural dangers that cannot be opened will be captured in one day at most, and this battle can no longer be fought.

On the tower of the city gate, the water thorn and Pan Youdu looked at each other blankly, and after another night, the water thorn only felt that every cell in the body was shouting hunger, all shouting thirst, and the gunpowder and lead were also used up, and they had no strength to move again.

Pan Youdu trembled and squirmed his lips, he wanted to slap himself twice, but he couldn't lift his hand.

A good Hanlin Yuan Ji Shi is not appropriate, a good big profiteer is not done, and he can't bear to rebel in his heart, now it's okay, if you don't starve to death, you will be burned to death, and the whole Pan family will be finished together!

"Kill the dog, King Baoming, save Guangzhou, and restore my old rivers and mountains!"

"Kill the dog, King Baoming, save Guangzhou, and restore my old rivers and mountains!"

Just when Pan Youdu was desperate, a thunderous roar rang out, and Pan Youdu, who had lost his strength, turned around suddenly, and he picked up the lookout hole of the city gate building and looked in the direction where the shout came from.

The place where the sound came was full of people, the rolling crowd was like a huge wave on the sea, and countless people rushed over from all directions of Guangzhou City with knives, guns and sticks, waving all kinds of red and yellow flags.

Some of the green battalion soldiers and errand soldiers on the periphery were directly pushed into Qingshui Hao by the crowd, and there was really a kind of majesty of people blocking and killing Buddhas!

"Don't let the Green Battalion set fire, we're saved!" The water-splitting thorn also grinned, and his dry lips roared hoarsely.

The remaining people hurriedly got up and rushed out while the green camp shotgunners of the Huizhou Association were still in formation, but don't be burned to death in the city gate building at the last moment, how unjust!

Under the Guide Gate, Xiaoxin Street, more than 20 people in this defensive flag only fired one shot, and they were drowned in the rolling crowd, and it is estimated that there will not be even bones left!

A group of superintendent shotgunners fired in formation at the urging of Shangguan, and a puff of smoke flashed, and at least seven or eight of the dense crowd of people fell, and the momentum of the advance was paused.

Song Maosen shouted, and there were firecrackers in the crowd, and they also hurriedly stepped forward to shoot at the shotgunners who supervised the standard, but just knocked over a few shotgunners, and more shotgunners came on the opposite side.

The dense lead bullets fired knocked the crowd that had been gathered with great difficulty to raise their heads, and people panicked to find cover.

The yellow smoke obscured the view, and it was even more difficult to figure out how many gunners came from the opposite side, and the momentum of the crowd towards the Guide Gate was stopped at once, and many people who came to mix up the settlement expenses even began to hesitate.

"The Baiyun Mountain is high, and the Pearl River is long." At this time, I don't know who started singing.

Suddenly, I can't tell how many people behind me sang along, and when it came to 'how big it is, how big it is, everyone is hard top!' The atmosphere of the crowd suddenly became tragic.

Song Maosen, the black-hearted leader of the Beijiang boat bandits, has done a lot of murder and arson on weekdays, but this time, he seems to be possessed by something, and the feeling of sacrificing life and righteousness that has never appeared in him burst out, this Hongmen boss pulled out the big knife on his waist and roared angrily!

"A few big, a few big, give Lao Tzu a rush!"

After saying that, the first one jumped out and rushed towards the spearmen on the other side of the smoke!

"He's a good man! Count me in on the Ray Tiger one! ”

Lei Ahu, who was holding a big plate axe, was also moved, and he also rushed over with a roar! ”

"A few big, a few big! Everybody's hard top! ”

"Everybody, hard top!"

Countless people were excited, and they roared like unstoppable thunder, rushing out from behind the smoke!

Another flash of orange-red fire, how many people were killed, how many were injured, did not pay attention at all, the crowd howled and charged without stopping, the vast majority of them, never so brave as today.

Song Maosen slashed the horse armor of a flag man who was shooting with a bow with a knife, and Lei Ahu cut a shotgunner and a shotgun with an axe to pieces, and the flesh and blood were blurred!

More people came up in the future, you stick and I hammer, there are seventy or eighty shotgunners, and they will be submerged in an instant!

Under the Guide Gate, on the Qingshuihao Bridge in Lishengjiao, a flag man wearing a cotton armor inlaid with a white flag and holding a long knife is running crookedly.

He was wearing the armor of his ancestors, and he had countless spears and short knives stuck in his back like hedgehogs, and after a few staggers, the horse armor soldier screamed miserably, and fell into Qing Shui Hao in despair.

On the side of Qingshuihao, on the east side of Hao, the embarrassed red flag leader with a few goshkha was surrounded by hundreds of angry people.

Dozens of swords, guns, swords, and spears were stabbed out together, and a few Goshkha died instantly, but Zuo Ling was miserable, he wore several layers of thick armor, and he couldn't be stabbed to death for a while, but he was severely beaten by countless weapons, and he was almost hurt to death.

A tall and thin scholar in a long robe, howling with the flow of people in the street, he lost the book in his hand, looked around for weapons, but after searching for a long time, he found only a brick broken in half.

Guangzhou garrison eight banners deputy commander Nimacha. Changshou ran for his life, the lightning rod helmet on his head was gone, the armor on his body was tattered, and his head was covered with blood, Goshha and the servants were dead, and behind him were a large crowd of angry people.

The scholar who was wandering around was stunned for a moment, and he looked at Nimatsa. The longevity and bloody bare forehead, and then looked at the half of the brick in his hand, and a sense of joy rose to his eyebrows, and the joy of meeting his bosom friend came to his heart.

In joy, the scholar held the brick in both hands and lifted it high, and then let out a long whistle and smashed it hard at Nimatsa. The longevity of the big light forehead!

"Boom!" The noble garrison of the Eight Banners is the deputy commander of the uncle Nimacha. Longevity, with a terrible scream, the world whirled and fell!

Blood flowed to his eyebrows, Nimatsa. Changshou looked out with his blood-soaked eyes, as if the heavens and the earth were blood-red!

He raised his hand unwillingly, unexpectedly! He was the deputy commander of the Eight Banners stationed in Guangzhou, and finally died at the hands of a scholar.

The scholar saw Nimatsa. Changshou was still raising his hand and twitching, and immediately pounced even more frantically, brick after brick, and he smashed the face of the banner man on the ground into a blur of flesh and blood.

"Loyalty! It's like the descendants of the hall have avenged you! While smashing, the scholar was still howling.

The people chasing behind him looked at such a murderous scholar in a daze, and a rice roll vendor with a kitchen knife really felt a little disgusting, so he poked the scholar carefully.

"Don't smash it, vomit..... Other.... Vomit.... Don't smash it, your head is rotten, it's all the same as making cow balls, vomit... The minced meat is almost there! ”

After retching several times, at last, the cheong fun vendor howled out a whole sentence, but as soon as he shouted like this, the people around him who were starting to cool down with adrenaline looked at Nimatsa. The rotten face of longevity is reminiscent of the kind of minced meat used to make beef balls.

"Gross!" At least two dozen people ran to the corner and vomited on the spot!

While they were vomiting, the clear water was crowded with green battalion soldiers and bannermen wearing uniforms.

They stood waist-deep in the water and howled in fear, while the people of Guangzhou standing by the trench kept beating them with all kinds of weapons in their hands!

The remnants of the bloody sun shone on the Guide Gate, and the time was turned back one hundred and forty-six years, the fourth year of the Yongli calendar, and the ancestors of these people, who beat the green battalion soldiers and flag soldiers on the shore, fled from the Great East Gate to this Guide Gate, hoping to survive.

However, most of them did not survive, and many of them waited here for the end, when the corpses blocked by Qing Shui Hao could not flow, and the infamous Shane Lane was next to Qing Shui Hao.

But today, time is reversed, and those who kill are also killed!

The time has come to pay the debt of the Father and the Son!