When night fell, like a cloud of thick ink splashed on the thin rice paper, covering all the flowers, fish and insects on it, the concession and the chaos in Jiujiang City were pitch black and could not distinguish each other at all, occasionally a few lights were lit up, not necessarily the concession, but the lights lit up like a big hole in the black clothes, and the place was not far from the concession.

This is a magical place, the native can not enter, but the foreigner has become the master, in this land shouting five and six, the king and hegemony, just like this night, other places can not say that they have gone to bed early, only this place is like a city that never sleeps, the lights are bright, the red men and green women are modern and fashionable.

A few drunken young Orientals, all dressed in ill-fitting kimonos and clogs, staggered out of a small British-run bar.

"Zhai Ou Tianjun, this time it was almost a little bit successful, but I hate that those Dongying people are too stingy, if we can support a few more large-caliber mortars, we will be able to taste the famous Miss Lu today, hehe." He was dressed in Dongying, but he couldn't hide his Cantonese vernacular and the filthiness in his heart.

"What is Jun, what is it called, this is the concession, we don't need to pretend to be these little Dongying people! Brothers, these days, they are eating and drinking well in the concession to nourish their spirits, and Lao Tzu can't capture this small Jiujiang City if he doesn't believe it! The tall man named Zhai Outian said very unconvinced.

"Boss, it's a matter of time!" A young man with tape wrapped around his glasses said flatteringly: "Don't look at our weak strength, but we can attack, and if we fail, we will drill into this concession, even if the surname Chang has great ability, he will not dare to be presumptuous in the concession." I think that when Mr. Sun conquers the world, he might as well capture a land and cede the concession of a land, so that even the decaying and declining Yuan Datou will have nothing to do. ”

Zhai Outian laughed when he heard this: "This is a good idea!" Dongying people help Mr. Sun so much, but Mr. Sun clearly wrote in the founding outline that he would give Manmeng Xinzang and other places to Dongying people, we only need the richest thirteen provinces, but unfortunately that Yuan Datou is not sensible at all. No wonder Dongying's uncles want to do something about him. ”

"That's it, that's it, the Manchurians, the Mongols, the Qinghai-Tibetans, and the Uygur Semu people are not our race in the first place, so why should they be lying in our place! Let them fuck off our begonia leaves! Another young man said drunkenly.

"That's why Mr. Sun wants to establish a country where only we Han people are, as long as we can stand anew among the countries of the world like the Great Dongying Empire, and win the light that we Han people should have!" Zhai Outian laughed and touched his waist for a long time, but he didn't touch anything, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

"What you're looking for?"

The moonlight came from somewhere, and a figure leaked out in front of him, the figure was uncertain, and what was very surprising was that he had a small silver flask in his hand.

"Bastard! Lao Tzu for the country and the people, you dare to steal Lao Tzu's wine jug, Lao Tzu wants to kill you! Zhai Outian's face was full of meat, waving his fist and rushing towards the other party, the man smiled, the wine jug in his hand swished and threw out, like a meteor hammer caught in this whistling wind, smashing heavily on Zhai Outian's face, Zhai Outian screamed and fell to the ground, causing the drunks around him to laugh, Zhai Outian was even more annoyed and angry, his right hand rubbed his face hit by the wine jug, and his left hand slammed the ground, and he jumped up from the ground. With his hands outstretched, he rushed towards the kid who threw the flask in front of him like a tiger.

The kid smiled, took a long leg and disappeared in front of the dark street, Zhai Outian desperately chased after the drunks behind him and couldn't help but say that he chased over, this kid didn't look at the good official words he said, he was very familiar with the place of the concession, and he led these drunks to a single building in the shape of a Western villa in seven turns and eight turns, only to see him lightly buckle the door a few times, and the door opened a gap the thickness of an arm, and the kid slipped into it, like a smooth loach, and then the door closed, stopped Zhai Outian and others who were chasing after him.

"Bastard! Open the door for Lao Tzu! Zhai Outian was furious, waving a fist the size of a vinegar jar and slamming into the door, and soon the door opened again, revealing the half of the butler in a tuxedo, he was an Oriental, his hair was meticulously fixed by hairspray as if carved on his head, and the monocle inlaid with gold was stuck in his right eye socket, which looked rigorous and old-fashioned, he glanced at these drunks, and first asked very politely in Dongying honorifics, why they came to visit the master so late.

Who knew that before he finished speaking, Zhai Outian swung his fist over, and said uncleanly: ", what kind of bird talk, I still want to play with Lao Tzu after beating him, and I don't pee and take photos, who is Lao Tzu?" Brothers rushed in for me, I can't kill this kid, my brother's breath is really hard to get rid of! The butler Buick is forty or fifty years old, and his figure is relatively thin, he looks weak and weak, and it seems that the wind can blow it away, but he didn't expect this old guy to reach out quite agilely, Buick Zhai Outian's punch was whistling and fierce, but he was easily caught by the old butler and randomly dragged forward, and his shoulder was topped, and this Zhai Outian screamed, was knocked away, and fell to the ground with a bang, and didn't get up for a long time.

The old housekeeper said very politely in Chinese: "This is the mansion of the Wuchuan family, not the other party that you people can be presumptuous!" ”

"Bastard! Lao Tzu doesn't care if you Wuchuan or Wenchuan, the brothers go up to Lao Tzu and slaughter these old beasts. Zhai Outian got up from the ground, spit out two mouthfuls of soil, and roared fiercely, those drunks behind him are also drunk and courageous, they didn't expect that this Wuchuan was a Japanese surname, and thought that this was the residence of a small Chinese comprador, then how could they afford it, the Dongying people were their benefactors, they couldn't afford to provoke them, but this Chinese said something else, just vented all the anger suffered from the failure of the uprising during the day, and then rushed over, this old butler was not afraid of these drunks at all, When he was about to clean up these Chinese with eyes and beads, he only heard a "snap", a bullet drilled out of the old butler's Tianling Gai, and the blood gushed out of his white hair, and the old butler opened his eyes in disbelief and fell straight to the ground.

The blood suddenly woke up the drunks, and at the same time as these drunks were stunned, the kid who threw the wine jug appeared on the balcony upstairs, only to see him grimacing at the drunkard very contemptuously, and then threw a pair of stinky shoes on Zhai Outian's body, Zhai Outian was furious, kicked them away and rushed in, and then heard a burst of screams and curses from Dongying men and women.

The gunfire just now greatly shook the Indian Ah San who patrolled at night, and they also hurriedly chased out of the British patrol room with a large group of people, and blocked these people, it turned out that these drunk men went up and knocked out the man, and touched the whole building and the woman, but they didn't find any clues about the kid, and couldn't help but be very angry, and when they wanted to vent their anger and anger in their hearts for this woman, Ah San in the patrol room came, and the man hated being disturbed when he was doing things, Immediately picked up the things in the room, and went towards these Indian Ah San, these Indian Ah San saw that these drunk men did not have any heavy weapons, so they put their minds at ease, and planned to capture them alive and go back to make a great achievement, who knew that these Indian Ah San had not yet touched these drunks, and they heard a few 'bang' and 'bang' sounds, and the Indian Ah San who rushed to the front immediately fell softly in a pool of blood.

These Indians were three years old, and in order to help the empire maintain its ruling interests in China, they were sent by the Indian governor and princely lords to come to China. First went to Shanghai for training, and then traveled thousands of miles to work in Jiujiang, but unfortunately died in the post. What is the spirit of an Indian Asan, without self-interested motives, who regards the cause of the British Empire as his own? This is the dedication of internationalism, but it is a pity that this dedication did not let their British masters see it, let alone resist the bullets of the evil people, but it greatly shocked Ah San behind them.

This can make those Indian Ah San panic, the British master did not equip all these people with pistols, only a few leaders led by the leader and patrol duty patrol can have, it is also a coincidence that these Ah San who are equipped with guns were killed one by one in the gunfire just now, and the remaining Ah San is unarmed, but he does not dare to leave his post without permission, it is really a dilemma.

At this time, I suddenly heard two more shots in the house, and then someone shouted upstairs: "Drive out Yuan Shikai's Beiyang army, restore Mr. Sun's throne, ban the illegal concession, and rejuvenate the morale of our Han people!" One hundred and eight heroes of the Reform Party are here, and those who don't want to die should get out of here! ”

These Indian A-3 are almost all Hindi, English, and Chinese 3 subjects before they come here, but the Chinese culture is broad and profound, real and false, Chinese sometimes can't figure it out themselves, and especially these half-way monks Indian A-3 can master, when they heard that there were a total of one hundred and eight such ferocious guys, they immediately panicked, and did not dare to leave, so they had to desperately blow the whistle in their mouths.

All of a sudden, the whistles came and went, and the white Westerners stopped their lights, sang and danced, and one by one they went home or were silent, only to see a group of loaded Indian A-San and British sailors lining up in their respective formations and rushing towards the direction where the whistle came.

This time, Zhai Outian and the others woke up from their wine, and realized that the general situation was not good, so they simply came to a dead net, picked up the guy in their hands, and rushed towards these Indian Ah San, hoping to kill a bloody way among these people, these Indian Ah San were not ambiguous, and some of them found the door panel, iron plate, etc. to protect them in front of them, in case the one hundred and eight reformers upstairs shot and attacked, and the other part Ah San picked up the baton and fought with Zhai Outian and others.

Zhai Outian and others' fighting skills are obviously not as skilled as these experienced Indian Asan, but they are all a group of outlaws, and they don't want to die at all when they fight, but they also let those Indian Asans who spare their lives lose their practice, Zhai Outian took advantage of the unpreparedness of an Indian Asan in front of him, kicked it away, and ran away, and the innovative comrades behind saw that the boss had run away, and they couldn't lag behind, so they also threw off these people and ran away, picked up the baton and lifted up the compatriots to the end, whistled and chased out.

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