After all, there are only a few White Lotus Sect members in this rebel army, after all, this is Zhili, and the censorship of various cults is much higher than that of other provinces. In addition, most of the people in this righteous army are people surnamed Wu, and there are seven or eight generals surnamed Wu sitting on the pit and chairs on the edge of the pit in the house alone, so although Daochang Liu, the head of the White Lotus Sect in Zhili, is resentful, he does not dare to attack too much.

"What I want to say is, if you are willing to believe me, you will set off immediately tomorrow morning and go to Yangerzhuang, if the road is not open, I will take my hundreds of shopkeepers to open the way for you, and if those Qing court cavalry come behind, you can also let me and my people block you in the back. Although this cannot happen. Li Zhengdao's last words made the room seem so silent again......

Yangerzhuang is not big, that is, five or six hundred households, and most of them are farmers who face the loess and turn their backs to the sky, picking in the soil, there are only three large households in the village, and the largest Liu family has more than 100 hired workers and dozens of tenants.

Now, the houses in the Liu family's compound were full of officers and soldiers from the Qing court, and Liu Dahu's family was forced to squeeze into the backyard, where they were anxiously waiting for these wolf-like officers and soldiers to leave Yangerzhuang as soon as possible, so that they could return to their peaceful life.

And in every household in Yangerzhuang, those old Baijiu were forced to give up their best rooms, as well as those big kangs, for the use of those officers and soldiers, and even could only watch the chickens and ducks at home become fat and fragrant food in the hands of those scolding officers and soldiers.

They can only curse these jackals viciously in their hearts, and they can only live in their sheep sheds or cowsheds, hoping that this sudden war disaster will pass soon.

The 4,000 Zhili Green Battalion soldiers couldn't stuff so many people into the entire Yangerzhuang, so there were still a lot of Qing soldiers who could only camp on the Daping Dam in the north of the village.

At this moment, the middle of the night has already passed, and the time is approaching the early morning of the next day, except that the Liu family compound is still brightly lit, and from time to time there are those arrogant laughter, as well as laughter with women. Only occasionally one or two wild dogs roaming the road in the village let out a wild bark from time to time.

And those patrol soldiers also became weak, some simply squatted in the corner, lit a pot of cigarette bags, and had a good time, while some people took out the food fished out of the people's homes and chewed, from time to time took out the treasures in their arms, and took a small sip, so as to warm their bodies, after all, it was the end of autumn, the weather was cool quickly, and as soon as the wind blew, it made people feel like there was a small knife through the bones.

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On the sentry tower of the barracks outside the village, the two sentries did the same thing as the guards on patrol, eating snacks, sipping wine, and bragging, but after a short time, the two small jugs of wine were all in their stomachs, and after a few words of complaint with dissatisfaction, they wrapped themselves in the blankets on their bodies, and leaned against the pillars of the sentry tower, which had not even shaved off their bark, and began to fall asleep, and inside the barracks, there was already a dead silence at this time, only the occasional whispering sound and the whistling sound of the wind blowing through......

In the wheat field that had already been harvested, I don't know when countless black shadows appeared, and under the cover of the night and dark clouds, they silently and solemnly approached the military camp where nearly 2,000 people were stationed.

They walked slowly and lightly, and the strange howl of the strong wind muffled the crunch of the straw and the rustle of their footsteps on the land.

The shadows were all dressed in black uniforms, with black steel helmets on their heads, but they did not carry spears or long guns in their hands, or a short, delicate firearm with a handle: a revolver.

And their other hand was pressed on the hilt of the knife at the waist, it was an unsheathed war knife, and this army, which should have been cruising on the surface of the sea, with their brave knife skills and accurate shooting, turned the combat members of the opposing warship into cold corpses, but now, they appeared here. They were once called pirates, and then they were proudly and proudly called by the people of the South Seas: our pirates.

And now, their name is the First Fleet Marines of the Chinese Federation, and what they are best at is assault warfare, and what they are best at is hand-to-hand combat, whether it is in the storm, or in the dark night, or on the bumpy and shaking deck of the ship, in the deep and bottomless sea, or in the dense jungle of the South Sea, or in the Gobi and desert in northern Australia, they have left their firm and heavy footprints.

And now, they appeared here, in the land of Zhili, the most important province of the Qing court, although the people of this land should be their brothers and sisters, but this time, what they will bring to this land is not laughter and friendship, but powerless bloody wind and blood rain.

At this time, the man at the head of the group raised his arm, and almost at the same time, all the soldiers stopped, and still not a single one of them made a sound, and their eyes were calm, as calm as the wolves that had gone out to forage for food at night, lurking around their prey.

Their large, calloused hands held the hilt of their swords, and the heavy, clumsy short guns they used had long since been replaced by the kind of revolvers that fired six times in a row, making them more formidable than ever, both in hand-to-hand combat and in ranged attacks.

The wind whistled and swept over the dead branches of the locust trees outside the village, which had fallen their leaves, and let out a strange scream, and the dead wind lamp hanging over the guard tower of the barracks seemed so dim.

Chen Xiaoyang, commander of the first battalion of the First Fleet Marine Corps, who was standing only about two hundred meters away from the barracks, slowly withdrew his raised arm. His face was covered with scars from countless bloody battles, and the corner of his left mouth was even picked into a strange arc by a knife wound that hurt his facial muscles, as if he had a smile on his face anytime and anywhere, but with the scars on his face, as well as his eyes as sharp as cold blades, and the arrogance on his face, it was like the terrible and hideous smile of the demon crawling out of hell.

"Let the brethren of the artillery platoon prepare." Looking at the lifeless military camp two hundred meters away, Chen Xiaoyang twitched the corners of his mouth, and under the faint reflection of the moonlight that appeared between the clouds, it added a bit of murderous aura.

The herald beside him nodded, and after making a few gestures behind him, a group of people quickly came out of the crowd, and ten standard mortars were quickly prepared, and the muzzles were all aimed at the barracks.

Then, waiting like a dead silence, Chen Xiaoyang stood in front, raising his head from time to time to look at the sky, at this time, the moonlight finally faded, a touch of dawn in the east has already loomed on the ground level, the cold wind is still calling out sadly, blowing the corners of the clothes of the soldiers of the first fleet Marine Corps company, but the soldiers who have all sat cross-legged in the wheat field to rest are not afraid of the cold, they are all waiting for the battalion commander's order with peace of mind. Waiting for the order to attack.

Chen Xiaoyang silently looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and watched that minute was slowly approaching the Arabic numeral 6......

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The color of the sky changed from the thick black at the beginning like the wet rice paper, and gradually, it was being kneaded into the twilight white, and then faded into grayish white.

At this time, people were already able to see each other's faces clearly, and that minute finally pointed to the Arabic numeral six that Chen Xiaoyang was staring at.

"Three rounds of shelling, after that, extend into the barracks, without my orders, do not stop!" Chen Xiaoyang put away his pocket watch, opened the holster, took out his love gun, and with his other hand, he slowly pulled out a cold, dripping and icy combat knife, and gave an order in a deep voice.

"Little San, you fucking sleep comfortably, don't get up quickly, damn, according to your sentry, if those thieves really come over and touch your sentry, I don't know how you two stupid people died when they kill the barracks." A sentry officer who had just gotten up to inspect saw the two sleeping fellows on the sentry tower, and immediately became angry, and slammed the knife in his hand on the post of the sentry tower several times, and finally woke the two fellows awake.

"Originally, it was the sentry officer, hehe, the brothers were on duty for most of the night, sleepy, just took a nap, and your old man actually came, what a coincidence." The sentry who was called a junior by the sentry opened his eyes and saw the angry sentry officer under the sentry tower, he couldn't help but get up and laugh with a smile, and kicked the companion who was still sleeping next to him with his foot.

"What's the matter, the sentry?" The old man squinted his eyes and asked a little dazedly.

"Get down to your mother, get out of here! The Sentinel is here. Xiao San glared at his companion, but his companion was a little stunned, and his face was a little pale and glared at the outside of the camp.

"Enemy, enemy, enemy attack...... There are thieves, those who are anti-thieves. The companion's gaze also attracted Xiao San to look outside the barracks, but at first glance, his face, which was a little frozen, was painted with a layer of frightened blue and white.

"You two are not cowardly, Lao Tzu sees that you are really fucking blind today, where is the thief, uncle, I ...... Damn, who are these people? Outside the barracks, at a distance of about two hundred paces, in the wheat fields that had been harvested, there was a group of dark shadows silently facing the direction of the barracks, and those swords beside them, reflecting the gray of the sky, and the war knives that swam through the cold light from time to time soaked the three people on the sentry tower.

(To be continued)