The night was deep, the crescent moon hung high in the sky, and the autumn night wind in Manchuria was already quite cold and hard, blowing like a knife on the body. In the bushes by the wicker lake, a group of soldiers wearing yellow uniforms did not know whether it was because of the cold or fear, and their bodies shivered involuntarily, and a loud noise was heard in the distance.

Captain Matsui, who had been hiding near Wicker Lake, heard the sound of the cannon, jumped up and was as excited as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, brandishing his family heirloom sword, his eyes were red and roaring like a beast, and rushed in the direction of the patrol battalion, and behind him were one hundred and fifty soldiers.

One hundred and fifty people had all written suicide notes, and their hands trembling as they ran, holding their golden hook rifles.

In front of it is the Nanda Battalion of the Fengtian Patrol Battalion, which has six battalions of more than 3,000 Feng troops, they have enough artillery and Makqin, and these one hundred and five people are just a garrison guarding the railway, and the only thing they can rely on is the rifle in their hands.

This is a moth to a fire, everyone understands that this is a mortal battle, they are afraid, they are afraid to die, but the education they received since childhood does not allow them to show the slightest timidity, that will make their families feel ashamed, and they will never be able to hold their heads up. So, all they can do is howl heart-rending and try to cheer themselves up.

"Knock, knock!"

Two cannons rang out, and Captain Matsui said in surprise: "Our cannon is our cannon!" ”

Baga, these two broken cannons are really competitive, they have finally started! Captain Matsui said secretly in his heart. These two cannons are still antiques from the Russo-Russian War, sent to Mukden for repair, and Kuroda Saburo detained them through personal connections.

More than a hundred people cheered at the same time, the pace of the charge became more rapid, the bayonets shining and reflecting the moonlight, and everyone's face distorted like a beast to be devoured.

It was already the second half of the night, and the soldiers in the patrol camp had already taken off their clothes and fallen asleep, when they suddenly heard the gunshots outside, and they didn't take it seriously as some blind guy. I waited until I heard the sound of cannon fire before I was awakened.

"Pants, you're wearing Lao Tzu's pants!"

"Wang Ba Lizi, you stepped on my feet!"

; "Where's the gun? Which thing got my gun? ”

A random picture was made in the patrol camp, and many people were shot down by the soldiers before they could figure out the situation.

"Xiao Yue is original!"

"Xiao Yue originally killed us!"

The ghosts and wolves in the patrol camp cried and howled, and the lights blinded in the middle of the night, and fear spread like a shadow under the moon, completely destroying people's psychological defenses. The soldiers of the patrol battalion are rarely trained, and most of them are bandits from the Kanto region, and they are not the same as each other, so they don't buy each other. At the critical moment, it is even more that the father and mother get married, and everyone takes care of each other. They all hate their parents for having two legs less.

Captain Matsui rushed into the camp with his own soldiers, killing people and setting fires everywhere. The fire was swept into the sky by the night wind, and it was even more difficult to figure out how many soldiers there were.

"Lord Wu, it's no good, the little devil has rushed into the camp!" A man wearing the battalion commander's logo stumbled to the room where Wu Junsheng and the others were drinking, holding his pants in both hands.

"Bastard, organize people to fight back, your soldiers are all burning sticks in their hands?" Wu Junsheng scolded angrily.

The battalion commander cried and said with a sad face: "The camp has been bombed, how can it still be organized!" My lord, you should run quickly, the green mountains are here, and you are not afraid of no firewood! ”

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The fire in the camp was soaring, the gunshots rang like popping beans, and everywhere there were soldiers of the patrol battalion scurrying around like wasps, and the cries and shouts shook the heavens and the earth, and no one could figure out how many soldiers had broken into the camp.

"Wu Da Tongue, let's go to the Beida Camp to transfer troops! It seems that we can't hold it here, and we can't let people give us a pot of stew! Zhang Zuoxiang picked up a twenty-round pistol and rushed out the door as he spoke.

Tang Yulin didn't even say a word, he also ran to the door with a pistol, galloped to the stable, cut the reins of the bolted horse with a foreign knife, and left more than 3,000 ghosts crying wolf and howling patrol battalion soldiers, and fled first.

Wu Junsheng thought for a while, and also rushed out, he rode on his horse and galloped out of the camp gate, only to see that the fire of the gate rose three or four feet high, and the black smoke blocked the moonlight. He rode his horse all the way, but the direction was not to the south, but to Xinminfu, a hundred and forty miles away.

The city of Mukden was in flames, and the guns rang out. It was said that the army set fires everywhere they went. This is actually a helpless move, the number of the army is too small, and putting a few fires is to give yourself courage, and the second is to make the patrol battalion unable to figure out how many men and horses they have.

There are red lanterns hanging outside the cherry blossom izaka, and there is a painting of a maid wearing a kimono with low eyebrows on the light box, and in the room facing the street on the third floor, a disheveled maid is still drooling with her cheeks crimson, and the corners of her mouth are still drooling.

Saburo Kuroda, who was wearing a light gray kimono, stood outside the window, looking at the firelight outside with an intoxicated face, and said to himself, "It's really gorgeous like cherry blossoms!" These boys are really guts! ”

On the street outside the window, a group of disheveled patrol battalions, carrying rifles, crashed like headless flies, and when they came to the fork in the road, they were stunned for a while, not knowing in which direction to flee.

From the other side of the street, dozens of soldiers from the 1st Squadron of the Zomoto Railway Garrison were rushing towards Mukden Castle under the leadership of Squadron Leader Sato. Because they came in such a hurry, only the squadron leader, Lieutenant Sato, brought a combat knife, and the others were bare-handed.

"Look, the soldier!" One of the soldiers shouted in horror.

Dozens of them were stunned, and their eyes were fixed on Squadron Leader Sato.

The chewing muscles of Sato's cheeks burst out, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Rush me!" Kill them! ”

A group of soldiers looked at each other, what were they doing rushing over without weapons in their hands? Sent to death? Do you have to fight with fists and rifles and bayonets?

The patrol battalion on the opposite side also found the army, and shouted nonsense: "Book? Xiao Yue originally killed us! ”

"Run!"

The soldiers of the patrol battalion threw down their guns one after another, and ran away, hating their parents for missing two legs.

Lieutenant Sato looked up to the sky and laughed: "God bless! Now that you've got your weapons, pick up their guns and kill them all! ”

The soldiers rushed over, picked up the rifles on the ground and shot at the fleeing Northeast Army, and the bullets rushed through the night sky, making a "chirping" sound.

Lieutenant Sato rushed with a knife in his hand at a patrol battalion soldier who had been shot in the leg and was crawling forward, and the soldier hesitated for a moment, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

Sato smirked, pressed his head down with one hand, and then compared his neck with his hand, brandishing his sword and slashing it, blood gushing like a jet of blood, and Sato's brand-new yellow military budget turned a dazzling red.

The middle-aged man, who had been standing by the window and watching the killing scene below, sneered: "The eunuch soldiers! ”

Looking at the blood shadow and fire outside, Kuroda Saburo's heart rose a hot and dry, there was always an urge to smash and destroy something, he looked at the young face of the girl next to him, he couldn't help but itch in his heart, woke her up, and then turned over and rode on the maid, lifted the hem of the kimono and said with a cruel smile: "Come on, I will also participate in the battle!" It was a glorious night! ”

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The Fengtian Governor's Mansion was originally the Shengjing General's Mansion of the former Qing Dynasty, and later changed to the Governor's Mansion of the Three Eastern Provinces, and was renamed the Fengtian Governor's Mansion after the Republic of China. The whole building sits in the north and faces south, on the avenue at the east and west ends in front of the door, erect two majestic archways of "East Yuan Gate" and "West Yuan Gate", there are tall blue brick walls on the east and west sides, there is a tall door face on the main gate, the big moon door is a large semicircle below, there are brick eaves on the second and third layers of the wall of the door face, there are exquisite carvings on the brick eaves, the face of the three-layer brick eaves door is shaped like a cloud, and the moon door under the door face constitutes the colorful cloud arch moon.

There are wooden guard boxes on both sides of the gate. Passing through the Moon Gate, there is a shadow wall to obscure the view. The building in the courtyard is a brick and wood structure, a European-style building with a two-storey slope tile roof of a cloister, and there are wing buildings on the east and west sides, grinding bricks and joints, and the front of the corridor eaves is out of the building. The whole building is in the shape of "concave", and there are pairs of lions and upper and lower horse stones in front of the door.

In the 260-year history of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, this building was the Shengjing Imperial Palace, where the status outside the Guanxi was second only to that of Nurhachi and Huang Taiji.

Zhao Erxun, the governor of Fengtian, was an old man in his seventies, with a gray goatee and clear cheeks, which would make people think of him as a private school in the countryside when they first saw him.

He is a member of the Han Army, who has lived in Tieling for generations, and his ancestors have eaten hardcore sorghum for more than 200 years. Unlike those Eight Banners who carry cage birds and boast about their ancestors' exploits, Zhao Erxun is very studious, and his knowledge is not bad. During the Tongzhi period, he was admitted to the Jinshi and was awarded the Hanlin Editing. At the age of fifty-nine, he became the governor of Hunan, and he was regarded as a feudal official on the pastoral side. Zhao Erxun asked himself that unlike other ministers, he was not corrupt, even if he became a governor and a general, and he handed over thousands of dollars every day, he was still a eunuch. When he fell in the Qing Dynasty, he no longer had the intention of being an official, but he always held the last vestige, hoping to fulfill the last bit of loyalty of his courtiers when the Manchu Qing Dynasty was restored.

But this glimmer of hope was eventually dashed, and the bannermen outside the gate seemed indifferent to the demise of the Qing Dynasty, and in fact after the imperial court abolished the Eight Banners eight years ago, these bannermen were separated from the imperial court.

Zhao Erxun has asked himself countless times at night, why did the Hulala Building fall in the Qing Dynasty? The economy of the imperial court did not collapse, there were no hungry people in the world, and the foreigners did not enter Yanjing City, and the situation was much better than the Hongyang Changmao Riot, the defeat of the army in the first year of the First Wu Dynasty, and the entry of the Eight-Nation Alliance into Yanjing in the year of Gengzi. There were surpluses in the provincial treasury, the imperial court trained new troops in more than 20 towns, and the center even allowed the establishment of the Imperial Yuan, and promised to prepare for the constitution.

But in this seemingly thriving scene, the Qing Dynasty collapsed overnight, and there was not even a little recruitment. Zhao Erxun was puzzled, he felt tired, and wanted to find a clean place to thoroughly understand these problems.

"Dong Weng, are you really going to quit your errand?" A Shaoxing master who had followed him for many years asked.

"Yes! If you don't go to the stack again, I'm afraid that my reputation will be ruined! Zhao Erxun said lightly.

"The students heard that Zhang Zuolin jumped up and down everywhere, and if you resign from the position of governor, he will take over! My lord is a banner man who grew up in Manchuria, can you sit back and watch this bandit brutalize the villagers? The master persuaded.

Zhao Erxun smiled bitterly: "Since I have been in charge of Fengtian, I have killed enough people, and it is not surprising that the crowd of the world will attack it!" But I asked myself if I was worthy of the Qing Dynasty and my ancestors, and I killed all the rebellious parties without fathers and kings, is this also wrong? The national fortunes of the Qing Dynasty have come to an end, and non-human beings can be recovered, and I have done my best. Now that I am trying my best to win me over, no matter how stupid I am, I will not be in the same league as these Japanese slaves, and I don't know how many Japanese slave lobbyists have been brought out??? It's ridiculous that many of these people are courtiers of the Qing Dynasty, and many of them are banner people, who have eaten the court's Yulu for more than 200 years, and they don't want to serve the king, but they hook up with the Oriental Japanese people, and they humiliate their ancestors in plain terms! ”

The master is still a little unwilling: "Dong Weng is not afraid that after you quit your errand, Zhang Zuolin and Yu himself colluded?" Sell this piece of Manchurian Longxing land to Xiao Yueben? ”

Zhao Erxun shook his head and said: "Zhang Zuolin, although he is a bastard, he still can't do this kind of thing, I may hook up with myself, but I won't be a Han at a critical time!" I still have this point, otherwise I wouldn't dare to hand over all the military power of Fengtian Province to him??? At the beginning, he and Wu Junsheng competed for the command of this patrol battalion, and I appointed Zhang Zuolin without Wu Junsheng, because I took a fancy to him, and Wu Junsheng is difficult to say, this person is honest and deceitful, not to be gullible, let alone entrusted with important tasks. ”

"Since Dong Weng has made up his mind, the student won't say anything, so the student will pack his luggage and go back to his hometown in Shaoxing!" The master said dejectedly.

Zhao Erxun smiled and took out a letter from his arms and handed it to his master: "You give this to Zhang Zuolin, he will reuse you, this person is a person who knows how to repay his kindness, I can't be wrong about this!" ”

The corners of the master's mouth twitched a few times, and he suddenly cried: "Dong Weng! ”

Zhao Erxun sighed and said: "You and I have been guests and hosts for twenty years, but in the end, we can't finish it all, it's really amazing!" ”

The master squatted in the corner with his head in his hands and sobbed, and Zhao Erxun quietly packed up his simple clothes. has been an official for decades, but he has no money.

"Bang!"

There was a faint sound outside.

"Boom!"

Zhao Erxun heard this sound clearly, it was the sound of cannons.

The snot that was crying jumped up from the ground: "Dong Weng, where to put the cannon?" Isn't it the revolutionary party that has come to take revenge? ”

Zhao Erxun killed thousands of revolutionaries in Mukden, and there were rumors that he was going to take his head and let him go to see his younger brother Zhao Erfeng.

"It's better to come! If I die at the hands of the rebels, I will be loyal to the Qing Dynasty! I'm almost seventy years old, and I can't die, so what's the pity? If you can die in the king's affairs, it will be more glorious than dying on the kang! Zhao Erxun took out the flower feather from his baggage, took off the costume of the governor of the Republic of China, and threw it to the ground with disdain. He stroked the dazzling eyes in the jade feather tube, and then solemnly put on the Manchu Qing's first-grade crane official uniform.

Dressed neatly, he sat upright on the Taishi chair with his eyes closed, and said calmly: "The ancestors and ancestors of the Qing Dynasty, the slave Zhao Erxun is here to serve you!" ”

(To be continued)