Instead, the dwarf man stood there, giggling and clapping.

Some of the people who hid in the houses and courtyards also poked their heads out curiously to observe what was going on outside, and they all laughed when they saw the destruction of the musket team.

After a while, the sound of explosions stopped for a while, and the surviving Qing troops had not yet breathed a sigh of relief. I saw that on the roofs of the surrounding houses, dozens or hundreds of guys wearing various clothes poured out of the courtyard, some of them were holding stick-shaped grenades, and some were holding rifles of strange styles.

The agents first threw grenades at the survivors, and the agents with standard rifles began to search for their prey like a target game, and then sent them to hell with a single shot. After each shot, the agents pulled the lock ring on the outside of the trigger and continued to fire a bullet. This astonishing speed of slashing is obviously beyond the imagination of normal people, and the rifles of the Qing army are thrown on the ground, or thrown indiscriminately in the sky, and after letting go, there is no chance to reload. On the other side, the spies put their guns, and then put their guns, and then put their guns. It wasn't until the eighth shot that someone removed the feeding tube from the gun, pulled a new one from his waist, quickly loaded it, and then continued to release the gun, and then put the gun, and put the gun......

The 500-strong Manchurian Army, the ultimate armed force for national salvation built by the Manchus and France and Russia, was gorgeously wiped out under the fierce advance of the Imperial standard rifle and the conspiracy of the CIA.

Among them was the ambitious Manchu minister, who was still a young man in his prime, who was the first to rush to the ambush circle when he was blown off his horse's leg by the explosives buried in the ground, and was thrown into the air.

The dwarf man was still clapping his face, and said excitedly: "With such a sharp musket, what kind of task force division is used, we will knock down Beijing City by ourselves!" ”

It's just that his excitement didn't last long, and a Li Weng Shi Ran dressed in the uniform of an imperial colonel appeared.

Zhou Dazhi got up and looked at Li Weng's military uniform and the courteous attitude of the short sergeant, knowing that he was the mastermind of all this, Zhou Dazhi stepped forward and said, "Good general!" ”

Li Weng smiled and said, "The strong man has worked hard! ”

Li Weng turned his head and said to the dwarf minister: "The second stage of the plan, I have changed it slightly, it is the basic routine you just had, luring, setting up an ambush, and encircling and annihilating. We are now going to make Beijing City completely chaotic, and let the defenders be completely exhausted, you and Master Zhang, Bazihu and you should act immediately! ”

Zhou Dazhi saw that the dwarf man treated this young man dressed in foreign style with the attitude of treating his grandfather, and felt that the opportunity had come, so he stepped forward and said, "General, I don't know what I can do below?"

Li Weng nodded and said: "The strong man has a heart, bother the strong man to continue to save the captured Minfu brothers, pick up the knife and gun, and go to destroy the Manchu Tartars!" ”

Zhou Dazhi bowed respectfully and said, "Yes!" ”

He kicked the spear on the ground, grabbed it in mid-air, and said loudly: "Brothers, are there a few people with eggs with me to rescue the brothers who were arrested?" ”

The people are not stupid, at this time, when they saw the hundreds of Qing soldiers who were fierce and vicious just now, and the trees were in ashes, they suddenly had the courage to agree. Zhou Dazhi soon gathered a militia team of several hundred people and began to go around to rescue the people and kill and injure the Qing army.

In Mao'er Alley, Saishana couldn't sit still.

Outside, there were all kinds of gunfire and explosions, and the screams and shouts filled people's ears, and despite the hundreds of new soldiers with foreign guns stationed here in Mao'er Hutong, Saishana was still terrified and couldn't sit still.

He called one of the soldiers and asked, "Where are you?" ”

This soldier said very flatteringly: "The slave is the Arut clan, the one who is in the blue flag, and the master is the family." "The Arut clan was an important member of the Eight Banners of the Mongols, and it was also very important in the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

Saishana nodded and said, "You are very good, I will talk to Yishan when I have the opportunity and remind you of it." ”

The soldier quickly knelt on the ground and buckled his head three times.

"Where's your Yishan Baylor?" Sezanne asked.

The soldier replied blankly: "Lord Hui, Lord Belle ordered five hundred men and horses to go out to suppress the situation for a while, and it is time to come back at this time." ”

Cezanne's eyelids jumped, and he asked, "This city is full of gunfire, how can you Baylor only mention five hundred people?" ”

The soldier replied: "Four or five teams of people went out, that is, two or three thousand, and when you hear this effect, it looks like everyone is taking thieves." ”

"What's the deal with the explosion? Are those fine works making trouble again? Sezanne asked nervously, clutching the handle of his chair

But before the soldier could answer, Saishan's Goshha rushed in, and he knelt in front of Saishana with half blood and sweat on his face, crying: "Master, it's not good, Lord Yishan is gone!" ”

Startled, Cezanne jumped up from his stool and asked, "Why is Sambele gone?" ”

"Lord Yi was ambushed by thieves and was blown up!"

After hearing this, Saishan'a couldn't believe it, and said to himself in a daze: "Is this Beijing City or Nanjing City?" How can you still be ambushed in the city? ”