For Zhu Jinglun, this is a good opportunity, a good opportunity to communicate with Xiang Yong before the final battle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Hurd accompanied Zhu Jinglun all the way, and kept explaining some of his questions, telling him to pay attention to the information of Xiang Yong, including the number of people, the fortifications, as for the situation of Pa Xia Li and the other two British soldiers, but he was the last to ask, sure enough, they didn't care about the life or death of Pa Xia Li and others, only cared about the meaning of this person's representative, Lin Fuxiang captured a British minister, Xiang Yong abused several British soldiers, and the British and French forces swept Lin Fuxiang's stronghold, which was enough to give everyone an explanation.

In this place where the Polo Temple is located, there is a lake in the northwest and south, called the South Lake and the North Lake, and a river in the east connects the two lakes and leads to the Pearl River, which can be said to be surrounded by water on three sides in the northwest and south, and only the east is connected to the land, so this place is actually a peninsula in the lake.

The temple is facing south and north, the temple gate is facing south, facing the South Lake, behind Zhu Jinglun is the South Lake, but at this time the sky is gradually darkening, and the lake is hidden in the dark, the deeper and darker, as if there is some strange power hidden. The water in the Miaoqian Wharf by the lake is not deep enough, and the river connecting to the Pearl River is also relatively shallow, so it is not a problem for pleasure boats and fishing boats to enter and exit, and the warships of the British and French forces will not be able to drive in, otherwise they will drive directly to the Miaoqian Wharf, and the military operation will be smoother.

From the pier to the temple, there is an open square, the ground is paved with stone slabs and green bricks, the signs of wear and tear are obvious, the stone slabs are polished, the green bricks are potholes, and the marks of ruts can be seen.

At the end of the square is a memorial arch, on the book sea does not raise the four characters. After the archway is the temple gate, called the head gate. This temple covers a vast area, known as a five-hall hall, from south to north is the head gate, the instrument gate and the corridor, the pavilion, the main hall and the Zhaoling Palace, the total area has reached 30,000 square meters, it is one of the four major sea temples in China.

The headquarters of the Anglo-French forces had been entrenched in the square in front of the temple, and all the key areas in the temple had been occupied by them.

Hurd took Zhu Jinglun and walked straight into the temple gate, not caring about the clay clairvoyance and Shunfeng ear statues on both sides, and the two door gods of Qin Qiong and Wei Chi were staring at the gate with wide eyes, but they did not prevent these aliens from entering the temple.

After entering the gate, there is a courtyard, and there is a stele pavilion on each side, which contains a stone stele left by the literati and ink writers of unknown dynasties. Passing through the wooded courtyard, a horizontal building in front of the road blocks the way, but the middle gate is open, this is the Yimen, usually only high-ranking officials and dignitaries can walk through the middle gate, ordinary people can only walk through the small doors on both sides.

Zhu Jinglun and Hurd naturally walked through the gate, and a few defending coalition soldiers would not stop them at this time. Entering the Yimen is still a courtyard, and the two corridors on both sides of the courtyard lead directly to the front hall from the Yimen, and there are rows of stone tablets in the corridors. The main hall is a building with five rooms and three entrances, and there is a small Guandi temple on the west side. The main hall is dedicated to the god of the South Sea, and there is also a Zhaoling Palace behind the main hall, which is dedicated to the lady of the god of the South Sea. Outside the corridor is a fence that encloses the entire complex, and between the wall and the corridor is a row of tall pine and cypress trees, like soldiers standing guard, unwavering.

Although the light was already quite dim, and the soldiers had already begun to busily look for the lanterns in the temple to light up, Zhu Jinglun's eyesight was not affected much, and he was quite keenly aware that outside the corridor and between the wall, there were many wood, bamboo, and other objects on the other side, and once the fire was lit, it could almost form a circular fire wall along the wall.

There are a lot of foreign soldiers in the courtyard in front of the main hall, on both sides of the main hall, there are many soldiers lurking, and there are several infantry guns in front of the main hall have been in place, and the preparations for the attack are very secure, and the hall can be blasted open at any time.

This hall in front of the hall is the real decisive battle. Although Zhu Jinglun saw a lot of bamboo poles, wood and thatch piled up in the corner of the courtyard, some of these bamboos and grasses still hid gunpowder and other things, but there was more gunpowder in the main hall, Lin Fuxiang's original plan was to introduce all the foreigners into this hall, and the dead men would light the gunpowder, and the dead men fled from the secret passage to the outside of the temple.

But if there are only about 100 foreigners, it is possible to enter the main hall, now there are 300 foreigners, looking at the way foreigners fight, it is not like to like the style of swarming, even if they attack the main hall, they will only send a few soldiers, and most of the soldiers are afraid that they will respond outside the main hall.

In the past few years, the British fought Russia the year before last, the year before last, Afghanistan last year, China and India this year, not to mention countless colonial wars, people's combat experience is far stronger than the Qing Dynasty army, I don't know how many times.

After Hurd sent Zhu Jinglun to the courtyard in front of the palace, he had finished explaining what he should have explained along the way, and he suddenly felt a little unbearable when he saw Zhu Jinglun enter.

"Mr. Zhu!"

Zhu Jinglun turned around.

Hurd said, "Take care. ”

Zhu Jinglun nodded slightly, with a resolute look on his face.

In fact, Hurd didn't know why Zhu Jinglun took the initiative to ask Ying, but when he went to translate the camp, he secretly felt that Zhu Jinglun would definitely stand up, and this feeling made him feel very strange, because intellectually he couldn't find the slightest motive for Zhu Jinglun to take risks.

This unclear sixth sense made him not very comfortable, and even a little uneasy.

Seeing that Zhu Jinglun had already walked up the steps of the main hall, he finally got up in front of the gate and shouted something inside.

Hurd said another sentence in his heart: "May God bless you!" ”

The door of the main hall opened, and Zhu Jinglun walked in.

"I'm Zhu Jinglun, do you know me?"

Zhu Jinglun walked in and immediately identified himself, he was afraid that if he didn't show his identity, he would be beaten by these villagers in a daze, and he didn't know if they really had the intention to deceive people into coming in and killing, because these people were all dead soldiers in Lin Fuxiang's mouth, and their role was to introduce the enemy into this hall, and if they couldn't escape, they would be ready to die together.

"It's Mr. Zhu!"

A voice was pleasantly surprised, it was indeed a dead soldier, and he could still show surprise before the decisive battle, but this voice was a little immature, perhaps the ignorant was fearless.

"You are?"

His eyes adjusted to the dim light in the hall with the door closed, and seeing a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy in front of him, Zhu Jinglun felt very strange. Everyone else was like this boy, not even a single beard.

The young man said: "My name is Lin Gua, and I met Mr. Lin last time I went to the city with Brother Lin. ”

Zhu Jinglun had no impression at all, as soon as he heard the name Lin Gua, he might be Lin Fuxiang's relative, but when he heard this name, it was not a name given by a cultural person, and it was probably just a poor distant relative.

Zhu Jinglun nodded: "It's good to see me." Listen to me, three hundred foreigners are here, and two hundred are in the courtyard outside, and we can bring in two hundred people at most. Are you ready for gunpowder? ”

Zhu Jinglun asked while looking around, these young people in front of him had no sense of precaution at all, seeing that Lin Gua knew Zhu Jinglun, they did not stop Zhu Jinglun from looking around, and instantly regarded Zhu Jinglun as their own person, I am afraid that they are really cannon fodder in Lin Fuxiang's hands.

The gunpowder was very hidden, Lin Fuxiang and they were buried directly under the wall, as for how much was buried, they couldn't say how much, anyway, they buried it along the four walls of the main hall, and buried all the gunpowder they could collect, so as to inflict huge damage on the enemy.

There is a statue of a god in the middle of the main hall, Zhu Jinglun is a little familiar with the red face, the **** and Hou Jin, Ma Laosan are the temple is this temple, but the temple at that time seemed very dilapidated, many courtyard walls were either collapsed or destroyed, and now the courtyard walls have been repaired, and the main hall seems to have been redecorated again, and the curtain and curtain are readily available, and the wooden beams and columns are even painted with new paint. Obviously, these are probably also made by Lin Fuxiang, and the paint itself is a good flammable.

"What about foreigners?"

Zhu Jinglun asked again, he didn't see Pa Xiali and them, and he didn't know if they had been transferred away by Lin Fuxiang a long time ago.

Lin Gua pointed to the back of the idol: "It's over there." ”

Zhu Jinglun knew that behind the wall behind the statue, there was also a small room, which was often the place where the temple priests rested.

He was not interested in looking at Pashali, so he only nodded, and then gently patted Lin Gua's shoulder.

He said to these teenagers: "If you can fight, you can fight, if you can't fight and leave as soon as possible, you have a secret way, right?" ”

"Behind the idol!"

After saying that, Lin Gua walked to the back and opened a lid, a hole completely covered with thick wooden boards, the hole was still relatively new, and it was obviously not long after it was excavated. Seeing Zhu Jinglun at the secret passage, he was relieved, he was worried that Lin Fuxiang was black-hearted and didn't leave a way for these people to live at all.

Hurd waited until Zhu Jinglun walked out, and saw Zhu Jinglun shaking his head from a distance.

Zhu Jinglun said: "The other party refused to surrender, and they asked them to withdraw their troops. ”

Hurd asked, "How many people are there?" ”

Zhu Jinglun said: "The number of people is less than a hundred. The weapons were mainly broadswords, spears, and bows and arrows. There were no muskets. ”

Hurd asked, "What about them, Mr. Pashali?" ”

Zhu Jinglun said: "It's not good, but it's okay, it can be seen that they have been treated inhumanely." ”

The general situation was clear, Hurd didn't ask anything, and hurriedly returned to the headquarters to report to the commander-in-chief.

Zhu Jinglun stopped instead, he was standing at the gate of the courtyard, he didn't know what he was going to do, maybe that's why he stayed here.

Soon a soldier hurried into the courtyard and gave an explanation to several British soldiers who looked like officers, and soon the gunfire rang out again, and the British and French forces seemed to be planning to attack.

They didn't use cannons, they blew up the hall, and Pashali was dead.

Bullets were fired from all directions, thinking about the gate of the main hall, and Zhu Jinglun was really worried about those children.

When the main entrance of the main hall was smashed, the British and French soldiers stopped designing, a team of more than a dozen people hunched over with bayonets slowly touched the gate from both sides, when they kicked open the door, found that it was empty, and immediately shouted.

More and more soldiers broke in, but most remained on guard outside.

Zhu Jinglun also followed at this time, and there were no soldiers to stop him in the panic, and he also walked into the main hall.

At this time, there were just more than a dozen people in the main hall, all shouting to ask the enemy, and some soldiers began to search, Zhu Jinglun was afraid that they would find the buried gunpowder lead, so he shouted:

"Mr. Pashali is behind, let's go and have a look at the back!"

At this time, a voice came out from behind at the right time: "help! ”

The sound caught the attention of the British soldiers, and one by one they rushed to the back, and immediately there were cheers, forgetting for a moment the missing enemy.

After seeing that the cover-up had passed, Zhu Jinglun's heart was relieved, and then he couldn't help laughing, everyone ran away, and the foreigners didn't come in, these buried gunpowder had lost their meaning, and they had a purpose in covering up.

At present, Lin Fuxiang's planned gunpowder explosion is a joke, even if it explodes, it will kill at most the dozen or so foreigners who rushed in, while most of the foreign soldiers outside are safe and sound, such an ambush is doomed to be a failure.

Although the foreigners were not bombed, Zhu Jinglun was still very relieved, at least the young soldiers escaped bravely.

I just breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and when I felt that this mission was here, suddenly there was a loud cannon outside.

Zhu Jinglun couldn't help but wonder, when the foreigners attacked the main hall just now, the foreigners didn't use cannons, why did they use cannons now, this is too unreasonable. This is definitely not a salute to celebrate victory, there is only one explanation, that is, they exchanged fire with Lin Fuxiang's brave battalion again.

Zhu Jinglun was not only strange, but also a little dissatisfied with Lin Fuxiang, it seems that Lin Fuxiang launched a new offensive, and there was no plan, or they did not tell Zhu Jinglun, obviously Lin Zhuang still deceived Zhu Jinglun.

When he walked to the gate and saw the foreigners constantly retreating into the courtyard, Zhu Jinglun immediately understood that Lin Fuxiang had launched an offensive on the periphery. What kind of tactic is it that does not rely on the building of the temple to resist the enemy, but gives up the temple to the outside, surrounds and attacks the foreigners outside, and rushes the enemy into the building?

Zhu Jinglun saw that the foreigners kept shrinking their forces to the last temple, and there was a shout of killing outside, as if there were Chinese soldiers rushing to kill in all directions, and even heard the sound of cavalry hooves.

The foreigners may not be able to defeat the Chinese Xiangyong, but they deliberately shrink back to the defense, gather forces, and occupy the best position, of course, in the temple protected by buildings, rather than fighting with the other party after being suddenly attacked.

More and more foreign soldiers shrank back, and the soldiers in the courtyard also received orders to establish new positions and defensive lines, and the cannons were pushed to the entrance of the ceremony, lined up, and the infantry were prepared in the back, and anyone who wanted to rush into the courtyard in front of the main hall would have to pay a heavy price.

The French soldiers came.

Command also moved in.

The Chinese soldiers actually stormed the temple gate.

In the face of the rifles of the British and French troops, they pushed countless carts, which were facing sandbag-like things, and slowly advanced. The ancestors of the Manchurians used this thing to deal with the muskets of the Ming army, but I didn't expect it to be used at this time, but this thing can be used as a lead pill, and it is too bad to use it to block the cannon.

Zhu Jinglun saw that the cars were blown to pieces by the artillery, and he could still hear the mockery of the artillerymen, and he really didn't understand Xiang Yong's plan to hand over the important land to the enemy, but he himself attacked it.

But the sandbag shield car advanced without hesitation, advancing step by step, and the main battlefield broke out between Mentoumen and Yimen, which were about 100 meters away, and the attack of the villagers had to pay a heavy price for every step. Only a dozen meters forward behind the door, hundreds of corpses and the wreckage of the car scattered everywhere had already been paid.

But they finally squeezed into the temple, established a relatively stable position, and built half-man-high makeshift fortifications with the sand from the shield carts.

The strength of the British and French forces successfully shrank into the courtyard in front of the palace, and the command directly moved into the hall where Pa Xiali and others were imprisoned.

He saw that those who had climbed up the courtyard wall suddenly took out torches and threw them under the wall, and under the wall were piles of bamboo poles, wooden rafters, or straw, which were themselves flammable, and some of them contained gunpowder and even soaked in all kinds of oil.

The fire burned, and the piles of bamboo and wood not only burned themselves instantly, but even the circle of pines and cypresses burned, and the four courtyard walls had become a wall of fire that surrounded the enemy.

Zhu Jinglun understood that Lin Fuxiang was planning to press the enemy into this courtyard, and then attack it with fire.

As for Zhu Jinglun himself being in danger, he didn't care much at this time.

Zhu Jinglun was angry with Lin Zhuang before, not because he was afraid of death, but because Lin Fuxiang didn't take his life seriously, he didn't like to be treated as a dispensable pawn in his bones, whether he was arrogant or too self-righteous, in short, he was born to be such a person.

But now it can't be involved at all, because Lin Fuxiang can't calculate that Zhu Jinglun will also be in this courtyard, so Zhu Jinglun applauded Lin Fuxiang's plan instead.

When he saw that the soldiers of the British and French forces were finally in chaos, Zhu Jinglun knew that Lin Fuxiang's plan had succeeded for most of the time.

There were shouting coalition soldiers everywhere, and the command also panicked and wanted to move out of the hall, but when they saw the fire outside, they were a little hesitant. The order was also chaotic, and in the position at the gate, the guns of the coalition soldiers were still ringing, but they had also been affected, because they were also burning nearby, some of the artillery was trying to divert the artillery, and some were planning to break out. Some of the soldiers seemed to have been ordered to put out the fire, and even took off their uniforms and threw them into the fire.

In the blink of an eye, the three hundred British and French troops in the compound became a turtle in the urn, and if it continued, it would become a cooked turtle.

Suddenly Zhu Jinglun saw the sound of artillery in the front yard, Lin Fuxiang's cannon also arrived, the Qing army's artillery regardless of the casting level, or the killing distance, there is a big gap with the British and French forces, but in the narrow courtyard, this gap has been infinitely narrowed, the British army hit them, they still hit the British army.

The artillery of the British and French forces was still in a panic, and the artillery battle was dominated by Lin Fuxiang's battalion for a time.

Seeing this situation, the command evaluated it again, and thought that the fire around the courtyard wall seemed to be some distance away from the main hall, and decided to continue working in the main hall. After a brief period of panic, the soldiers in the compound also gave up the move to break out, and more and more people began to choose to fight the fire.

Some dug trenches to establish firebreaks, and some found the rows of fireproof water tanks outside the main hall, and kept pumping water to pour water on the fire, and after finding that the fire could not be suppressed at all, they kept pouring water on the ground in front of the fire line, and some people began to continuously draw water in the well behind the hall to replenish the water tank.

At this time, the army that really fought against Xiang Yong on the front line was only about 100 people, and most of the coalition soldiers were busy in the compound, Zhu Jinglun was alert to find that the soldiers in the compound were getting closer and closer to the main hall, after all, the closer to the courtyard wall, the hotter and more uncomfortable.

The five halls have been occupied by the coalition headquarters, and the senior officers are all in the halls, and the coalition headquarters is located in the place where Pashali and the others were detained just now.

Zhu Jinglun suddenly felt that he seemed to be able to do something at this time, as if the buried gunpowder had not been discovered by foreigners so far.

The hall was full of busy coalition soldiers and officers, some coming in and out to give orders, some spreading out maps to study countermeasures, some holding binoculars to observe the battle situation, not one glanced at the ground, no one noticed the curtains hanging everywhere, no one cared about the dry wood slag scattered among the brick cracks, and no one cared about the large carpet behind the statue of God, and there was a hole in the ground under the carpet.

Zhu Jinglun's entry finally attracted the attention of some people, and even some people suddenly became nervous, after all, Zhu Jinglun is a Chinese, and at the same time, not everyone knows him.

"What do you do?"

A French officer who didn't know Zhu Jinglun asked in French.

Zhu Jinglun replied: "I am an English translator, and Mr. Pashali was locked up here just now, right?" ”

The Frenchman's hands were on the saber at his waist just now, and there was still some suspicion on his face at this time, but he had already let go of his hand.

"We didn't see Mr. Pashali at all, and he wasn't here just now. ”

"I'm the envoy who just came in to negotiate, and I just saw him in a cage in the back."

Zhu Jinglun said as he walked inside.

The French were a little impatient: "The soldiers inside have been taken away by you for treatment, there is no Mr. Pashali at all, what is the matter with you British, who sent you?" ”

The tone of the French was somewhat skeptical. At this time, a group of British soldiers were busy with military command, and they had no time to take care of Zhu Jinglun and the French officers.

Zhu Jinglun had to stop, at this time he had already walked to the side of the statue, and in front of him was the passage leading to the back hall, and he shrugged his shoulders.

"What is this?"

Zhu Jinglun shifted his gaze and leaned over to lift the blanket on the ground, revealing a large wooden plank, and the French were attracted.

The attracted Frenchmen didn't notice that Zhu Jinglun carefully picked up a burning incense stick from the incense burner in front of the statue. Zhu Jinglun pulled open the plank suddenly, revealing a hole, and the eyes of the French were instantly attracted by the hole.

Zhu Jinglun jumped off the hole without hesitation, suddenly pinched the incense stick in one hand, and inserted it into the gunpowder in the crack of the brick upside down.

Zhu Jinglun covered the wooden board with his hand.

The hole in the ground is too small, only one person is allowed to crawl, obviously they dug in too haste, Zhu Jinglun just had a thought that surged and planned to do this, he didn't think that he would die, but he didn't think he would be safe and sound, but even if he died, he didn't regret it, this was the first time he had the spirit of sacrifice, and he always put his life first before.

Because he saw hope, he saw the hope of Lin Fuxiang and their victory.

The gunpowder didn't give Zhu Jinglun much time, the white smoke with the flames ignited the gunpowder mixed in the dry wood slag in the middle of the brick cracks, and in only a few breaths, it got into the ground of the statue, and with a loud bang, the statue collapsed, and the French officer with the knife didn't even have time to make a move.

At the same time as the statue collapsed, the gunpowder continued to spread in all directions along the cracks of the bricks, so fast that the French did not allow any reaction at all, and when the French officer with the knife shouted, the gunpowder burned under the four walls, and the sky shook with a loud explosion, and no one knew what was happening.

Zhu Jinglun only climbed two steps before he heard the explosion, and before he had time to climb the third step, he heard more explosions, and he felt a scorching surge in, the fire of the violent explosion gas was not something that a wooden board could stop, and what was even worse was that the tunnel collapsed as he expected, the huge vibration, the pressure of the collapse of the civil engineering, the suffocation of oxygen that had been drained of oxygen in an instant, and the temperature at which the raw meat could be roasted, made Zhu Jinglun lose consciousness in an instant.