Major Wilson led his horse and waded through knee-deep waters to climb ashore. He was in a bad mood, and his colleagues gave him the new nickname of General Colored again, because there were many Indians among his men, and he felt that he was once again being discriminated against.

Wilson came from the British Empire Hong Kong Garrison, and his battalion consisted of only a hundred white soldiers, while the other 300 or so were Indians and Gurkhas. Because of certain ethnic reasons, his troops have historically been discriminated against by others, and the fighting has little to do with them, and they are more often managing and supervising labor. Being able to become a pioneer this time is not because of a change in treatment, but because of discrimination again. The officers believed that there was no enemy in Beitang and that Wilson had only brought his troops to build the forward base. In addition, Wilson and most of his men spoke some Cantonese, and the officers found it convenient for them to communicate with the Chinese. Wilson, the eleventh heir to the throne of a certain duke, lodged a strong protest with the commanders, which was an insult to Wilson, who was a nobleman. Of course, the protests were ineffective, so Wilson landed at Beitang with his men from several continents, along with several other regiments.

Wilson was still very careful after landing, first of all, he did not trust the Russians, the British and French forces had just beaten Lao Maozi in the Crimea two years ago, so the Russians' intelligence was not reliable. Secondly, Wilson did not believe in the Chinese, he did not think that the Chinese were a bunch of uncivilized monkeys, like other aristocratic officers. He had come into contact with many Chinese in Hong Kong, and although he still maintained his white superiority, he knew in his heart that the Chinese were very intelligent and had their own highly developed civilization. He did not believe that the Chinese would leave such a huge gap in the defensive line, and even if there were, I am afraid that there were some terrible traps hidden. Yes, the Chinese are very good at trapping, and they like to study things called stratagem.

"Brigadier General, I think we should send a small force to reconnoiter first, I'm afraid there will be traps here!" Having established a beachhead, Wilson found the commander of the operation, Brigadier General Vincent.

"Child, you shouldn't care about monkey traps. Damn the Prussians sold the cannon to these monkeys, so we had some trouble at Dagukou, but there are only monkeys here, so let the soldiers go boldly! Brigadier General Vincent was dismissive of Wilson's advice, a group of monkeys, and Brigadier General Vincent, who had fought in the north and south, had seen many of these natives dressed in leaves on all continents.

Wilson didn't argue, he had endured too much ridicule, and he didn't want to be ridiculed again for being timid. However, he adjusted his troops, so that the Indians were at the front, the Gurkhas in the middle, and the white soldiers at the end. Of course, the white soldiers had to be divided, the Canadians had to go ahead of the British, and Major Wilson himself was the last. This arrangement was contrary to the tradition of the British army officers in the past, but Wilson was reluctant to take the risk, and the Chinese did not have the gentlemanly spirit of not killing officers, and they usually hit officers first.

Soon the British army discovered the Chinese villages and the Qing army's defensive fortresses, but there was no one, not only did there be no defenders here, but even the people had no shadows. The Indians cautiously pushed forward, and no one attacked them, and then they stepped on *. Smoke and dust rose from under the feet of a soldier, and Wilson in the back could only silently pray to God, first, that this poor fellow would return to heaven, and secondly, that his troops had finally suffered casualties, and that he would not have to return to Hong Kong or England with zero casualties in shame.

But when the smoke had cleared, the poor Indian did not scatter, nor was he blown in two, or rolled on the ground and wailed, but he still stood in the posture in which he had stepped on*. The startled soldier tentatively opened his eyes and smiled happily. He was not dead or injured, but he had become a black African, his eyes turning and his teeth baring white.

"What is this, a clown show before the opening of the circus?" Brigadier General Vincent, who was following closely behind Wilson, asked in surprise.

"An invalid *!" Wilson shrugged.

The Indian soldiers, who had become black, kept drawing crosses on their chests, thanking God for his favor. Stepping on * is still a small probability event in this era, and just stepping on a broken * has to be counted as a small probability event in a small probability event, he is really lucky. But he was not alone, as a few more soldiers stepped on the road, but Wilson's troops were just a few more blacks.

"They seem to be much smarter than monkeys, but they're using them for jokes!" Brigadier General Vincent laughed.

It is true that some firearms in China are not up to standard, and for various reasons, these sharp weapons of killing can only be heard. But Monk Lingqin attaches great importance to firearms, and these firearms put into Beitang have been carefully inspected by him, and there is absolutely no omission. And these little *, which have always surprised people, are also carefully selected by Seng Greenqin, and it took a lot of effort to come up with good things that absolutely can't blow people up. The reason why Seng Lingqin is doing these things is actually a plan of arrogance, Beitang is empty, how can the British and French forces be careless! If they are engrossed in walking into Beitang, the results of those sharp weapons will be limited, so give them some noise in advance, so that they think they have discovered the ambush, and then let down their guard and walk into the real trap. Monk Greenqin's intentions can not be described as bad and hard, and the planning is not exquisite, but everything fell short, not because he made a mistake, but because of a good person.

When Wilson's vanguard was about to enter the buildings of Beitang Town, they finally met a Chinese, not a Qing army defender, but a kind Chinese old man. The rude Indian soldiers wanted to drive him away or even kill him, but the old man spoke English and stopped them.

"Old man, is there anything wrong with you?" The Indian soldiers couldn't handle it, and Wilson had to go out himself.

He looked at the old man curiously, just an ordinary yellow old man, not very richly dressed, with a metal cross hanging from his chest. He didn't know what the old man was trying to do, the Chinese were always strange, and Wilson had seen the matter of a person stopping the army's poor vernacular. If this old man tried to fool the British army into the vernacular, Wilson would not mind throwing him into the sea if he only wanted to speak English and try to fool them away.

"Child, don't go any further, there's danger ahead! May the Lord bless you! "The old man is a little chattering.

"Do you want to stop our army?" Wilson had already begun to look back, and he was looking for a better place for the old man to experience the joy of diving.

"The infidels have set a trap here, and there are dangers everywhere, and God's people should not fall into the trap of the infidels." The old man had a compassionate posture, and kept drawing crosses on his chest.

"We've stepped on theirs!" Wilson confirmed that the old man had good intentions, and thanked God that there were still people inspired by God in this barbaric country.

"It's different inside, the heretics moved the people, they spent a few days setting it up, and it's very dangerous inside!" The old man didn't know what Monk Greenqin was planning to do, but he saw that the Qing army was busy.

"Old man, wait a minute!" Wilson also felt that it was good to be careful, and that those* were funny, but they could also be the bait for a larger conspiracy.

Wilson hurried back and reported the situation to Brigadier General Vincent, who did not continue to be stubborn this time. It had been a while since the British landed, and the Qing army showed no signs of counterattacking, which was somewhat unusual. So he was also a little worried, so he immediately mobilized the sappers and went to check it first.

As the saying goes, if you don't know if you don't see it, you will be startled when you see it, and under the guidance of the kind old Chinese people, the sappers quickly found some traps. The old man also knew a little bit about the periphery, and he didn't see it inside, but the British sappers were still very high-quality. With some of the valuable lessons they had previously discovered, they soon discovered a large number of traps, ranging from firearms to crossbow arrows, poisons, and more.

The sappers were busy working inside for most of the day, and most of the things that Monk Greenqin had spent three days arranging were dismantled for them. Looking at the mountains of * and other things in front of him, Vincent broke out in a cold sweat, if it weren't for this lovely old man, he would definitely have to pay a heavy price this time.

"Thank you, thank you! God will reward you for your kindness! Vincent grabbed the old man's hands excitedly and shook them vigorously, O life-saver!

Of course, the monk Grinqin at the mouth of Dagu would not know that this was enough to make God cry, as soon as the British army landed, he sent a cavalry team, but it was not an attack, and Senggelin did not want to do anything to attack the enemy in Bandu. The horse team stopped their horses when they were still far away from Beitang, they were not in a hurry to fight the British army, and all the generals were waiting for the fireworks in Beitang. They had to wait for the British army to escape from Beitang before beating the water dogs.

However, the Dutong Duxing'a who led the horse team and the monk Lingqin at Dagukou waited for a long time and did not see the smoke and dust in the direction of Beitang, and the British army was busy but it seemed that they had not touched the mechanism. Of course, Seng Lingqin did not expect that there would be someone who sold the nation to the gods, and thought that the British army would abandon the Beitang stronghold and prepare to attack Tanggu directly. Therefore, he immediately issued a supplementary order to the horse team, the British army had already established a beachhead, and it was not suitable to carry out a strong attack, and it was possible to wait for the British army to advance in formation, and then intercept and kill. The Qing army's horse team began to wait for a long time, they waited and waited for the British army to enter Beitang Town to make a fire and cook, and did not wait for an attacking enemy.

Monk Lingqin was very annoyed, he couldn't figure out what was wrong and why the British were able to enter Beitang unscathed. Vincent in Beitang was also annoyed, Wenxiang did things without leakage, and Vincent didn't even find a piece of buckwheat husk in Beitang. There were no deep-water ports where large ships could not enter, so the landing British troops carried only a small amount of rations with them, and chose to bring as many weapons and ammunition as possible, and they were prepared to meet the enemy for food at the beginning. Now that there is nothing in Beitang, Vincent doesn't want to run back because of the lack of food.

"God's people will help us figure it out!" Vincent didn't know much about China, so of course he had to find a solution to the problem of grain.

"Will that lovely old man help us find food and pack horses?" Vincent didn't think the old man had so much energy.

"Yes, God loves his people!" Wilson smiled very gentlemanly.