In the city of Mukden, the flames rose to the sky and thick smoke billowed out, the common people cried and shouted to the neighbors to fight the fire, and countless people carried buckets and wooden basins to pour water on the burning houses. The young man set up a ladder and put out the fire along the ridge of the eaves. In Mukden at the end of autumn, the wind is dry and cold, blowing the flames half the sky high, what is the use of a few basins of water? The fire spread several streets, and many ginseng shops and leather goods shops that had been in business for decades were burned to the ground. It is easier to destroy than to build, and the hard work of generations has been wiped out overnight. The shopkeeper wept bitterly, ignoring life and death in the street, scolding the radish head. Some people even jumped into the shop that was about to burn, and were dragged by the surrounding neighbors.

Xiong Dongbei took a few patrolmen to the bell tower in the north of the city, which extends in all directions and the roads are complicated, and you can easily run without a trace from any direction. Most of the patrol officers are natives of Fengtian, and they patrol the streets every day, and they are familiar with every corner, and it is more difficult to catch them than to climb to the sky.

Xiong Dongbei has been observing the movement outside, and the view here is very good, and the situation of several surrounding streets can be seen. The fire on East Street grew stronger and stronger, and many people ran more than a mile away to get water to put out the fire. Even in the places that have not yet burned, everyone runs out to collect water and water their own houses first, which can also have a bit of a fire prevention effect.

"Xiong Laosan, I've been looking at this for a long time, and I haven't even seen the hair of a little book! Did this little white man enter the city or not? ”

An old patrol policeman took out a dry tobacco bag, stuffed a pot of cigarettes, lit a fire sickle and took a puff: "It's still the old toad leaves of Mohe that are enjoyable and powerful!" ”

Xiong Dongbei also nodded and said: "Old bones, what you said is really reasonable, I am also vague, did this little man enter the city or not?" Did you hit a guy and then withdraw? ”

The old bone said while smoking: "I guess, this Xiao Yue himself is not much, we have so many in Fengtian City, and if you throw it into a thousand eight hundred Xiao Yue, it will be like sprinkling a spoonful of salt in a pot, that is, it is a taste, and you can't even see it!" ”

Xiong Dongbei shook his head and said: "No, there are seven or eight thousand soldiers in the north and south battalions, and I am afraid that Xiao Yue himself will not succeed!" ”

The old bone bar smoked a cigarette, and his face was full of disdain: "The patrol battalion must be counted as soldiers, and dragonflies are counted as eagles!" Those sub-goods, what can you count on? ”

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old little patrol officer asked in a rough voice unique to the voice-changing period: "Is the advance army reliable?" ”

The old bone shook his head and said: "It's enough, it's the southern army, just listen to Sun Wen's greeting, our Fengtian army is the periphery of Beiyang." Little things, you can count on it! ”

The little thing said unconvinced: "Don't you dare to say that, the advance army also fought Mongolia!" They are here to defend our territory in China, and if they occupy Mukden, the advance army will definitely attack them. Mongolia is China's territory, and Manchuria is even more so? Our Han people in Manchuria account for seventy or eighty percent! ”

The old bone unceremoniously knocked a crisp bang on his head with a cigarette pouch pot: "Silly boy, you know a fart!" Mongolian soldiers count as soldiers? That's a group of bandits, and their ability to fight is not as good as our Manchurian mountain and forest team! Xiao Yue could have been powerful, in Beiyang back then, Li Zhongtang had so many soldiers, and such a big warship couldn't beat Xiao Yueben, how powerful was the Russian old Maozi, and the donkey was tall and the horse had many guns, and there were many cannons, so he was not destroyed by Xiao Yueben? There are only a few thousand people in the advance army, dare to fight to the death with Xiao Yueben? People fight Mongolia to get a good reputation, and they won't be stupid and play with their lives! ”

The little thing was silent, Xiong Dongbei snorted: "Sensei count on others, our Manchurian masters are not all the soft eggs of the patrol battalion, if they don't fight the immortals, it will be difficult to save, no matter, see Xiao Yue Benzai one counts one, as long as our masters' hearts do not die, this Manchuria will always be our Chinese!" ”

"It's coming, it's coming!" The old bone suddenly threw his cigarette pouch and grabbed an old eleven-millimeter Mauser rifle from the corner.

From the bell tower, it is clear that below is a man who is said to be himself, but not in a military uniform, but a man wearing a kimono with a double knife in his waist and stepping on clogs. He seemed to have drunk a lot, sang songs that no one understood, and staggered through the streets.

Seeing someone coming, the people along the street closed their doors one after another, and many people carrying buckets to fight the fire on East Street took refuge in all directions. The ronin scolded on the street, and after scolding for a long time, he directly unbuttoned his trouser belt and peed on the street. A teenage girl hurried with a bucket of water, looking up at the fire on East Street as she ran, and it looked like her home had been burned as well.

When the ronin saw a girl coming, he immediately rushed over with a sinister smile and stopped the girl with open arms. The girl carrying the water noticed that it was herself, and was startled, so she hurriedly lost the bucket and turned around and ran. The ronin didn't even mention his pants, so he chased after him, hugged the girl in his arms, and then arched the girl's face with his big stinky mouth.

The little thing looked angry, picked up the rifle and stretched out from the window, and was held down by Xiong Dongbei: "Be careful of accidental injury!" ”

The little thing creaked its teeth and its eyes fired. But he understood that Xiong Dongbei had a point, the ronin had already hugged the girl, and if he shot rashly at this time, it was likely that he had hit the wrong person.

The girl first begged, and then struggled to the death, but the ronin tore her clothes with a hippie smile, and the two pulled and pulled, and the girl's cotton clothes were torn off by him.

The girl was crying in a hurry, but the ronin became more and more energetic, and his two furry claws wanted to grab the girl's breasts. The girl was in a hurry and bit him on the arm.

The ronin was in pain, knocked the girl to the ground with one palm, and then pulled out a long knife and raised it above his head, cursing while slowly approaching the girl who fell on the side of the road.

"Bang!"

A gunshot was heard, and the ronin clutched his chest and collapsed, filthy blood gushing from a round hole in his front chest, and a bowl-sized hole in his back.

The eleven-millimeter old Mauser was quite powerful once hit, and all his internal organs were shattered by heavy lead bullets.

On the bell tower, the old bone blew the white smoke from the muzzle of the gun, knocked the dry tobacco bag on the sole of his shoe, and said casually: "Let's go, change places, I can't stay here!" ”

Xiong Dongbei gave a thumbs up and exclaimed: "It's really worthy of Zheng Yicang of Black Tiger Mountain, such a broken gun is so accurate!" ”

The old bone smiled proudly, revealing his incomplete gums: "That's all the friends of the green forest, hehe, we will use this broken gun, and we won't make a good gun!" ”

He was born in the mountain and forest team of Black Tiger Mountain, and was later recruited as a patrol officer because of his excellent marksmanship, but he didn't expect the methods of the year to come in handy again.

The people of Fengtian who were fetching water and fighting fires on the street shouted in unison! The old bone was very angry and clenched his fists outside the window of the bell tower, and he didn't think about whether the people below could see him, whether they could know that he was the hero who shot and killed the ronin.

Xiong Dongbei tugged at his clothes: "Old thing, don't show off, hurry up and change places, let the little devil serve us in a pot!" ”

A group of patrolmen silently disappeared from the bell tower, looking for the next suitable place for a sneak attack.

In Fengtian City, cold guns often sounded, not only the patrol police of Fengtian were sneak attacking, but also the heroes of the three mountains and five mountains, and some were unwilling to be said to be the patrol battalion of the old nest by themselves. As long as it is himself, whether he is a soldier or an employee of the South Manchurian Railway, he is within the scope of their attack.

Mukden is still resisting, Mukden has not yet fallen!

However, this kind of rebellion is sporadic, and it is difficult to form a fire, although it can relieve the people of Mukden a little, but it does not give them hope.

The sound of heavy military boots on the ground came from the streets, and groups of reinforcements finally arrived in Mukden, including the railway garrison and part of the Kwantung Army. Carrying bayonets and shiny golden hook rifles and wearing dogskin hats, groups of soldiers marched into the city from various gates of Mukden, stepping on the hard road of Mukden with iron-toothed suede boots, and the sound almost seemed to step directly on the hearts of the Chinese in Mukden. He said that his number was not too much, and each army entering the city would not exceed two or three hundred, but all of them were extremely arrogant.

Many Fengtian people covered their faces in pain, they had been hoping that the gunfire last night was a mutiny by a certain unit of the Fengtian army, or that the bandit mountain and forest team had entered the city, but these arrogant soldiers in front of them destroyed their last illusions. Even if Mukden is occupied by bandits, it is a thousand times better than being occupied by Yu himself. The bandits captured Mukden, and the political axe would send troops to suppress the bandits, even if they asked the people to donate an extra tax. But let Xiao Yue occupy it, did Yuan Shikai of Yanjing dare to send troops to fight him? From the time when the older generation remembered, China's political axe was not afraid of foreigners, first afraid of Britain and France, later afraid of the United States and Russia, and finally even looked down on the Oriental radish head for eight lifetimes, China's political axe was afraid of death.

The army that entered the city rushed to the governor's office, the finance office, the tax office, and the police station, and they robbed as if no one was around, as if it was their family's treasury, and they could take whatever they wanted. The staff of the South Manchurian Railway, wearing six copper buttons and wearing large-brimmed hats, also ran out of the house, they nodded to the soldiers with small flags, as if they saw the master's dog, and then they met with the ronin wearing kimonos with double swords at their waists, and rushed into the houses in groups of three or five, and the first to rob the deep house compound, and those who came late smashed open a family casually, from gold, silver, jewelry to quilts and cotton clothes, there was nothing they did not rob.

In the city of Mukden, a devil's gluttonous feast is being staged, a city without an army guard, like a beautiful woman without clothes, so fragile and heart-wrenching.

Who will save Fengtian and save the 20 million fathers and elders outside this pass!

In Fengtian City, countless people made such a call, but there was no response, and the sound of his military boots stepping on the road and their piercing laughter still sounded in their ears.

(To be continued)