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On February 25, 19o6, Nanchang Baihuazhou was crowded with people, and the squires and the elderly from all walks of life gathered outside the Shen Gong Ancestral Hall in an endless stream to hold a special meeting of the people to discuss Jiang Zhaotang's persecution by Wang An.

Jiangxi has been plagued by bandits since ancient times, so the folk customs here have always been the most strong, and because each village and village speak the same root and the same origin of the dialect, so they are extremely united with each other and even protect their shortcomings, plus Jiang Zhaotang's prestige and public voice in Nanchang are extremely high, in this case, and then some of the gentry who have been infiltrated by the alliance have deliberately connived, and the original enthusiastic discussion conference has gradually changed its taste.

When the affection of tens of thousands of people was guided and fermented with each other, so that they became more and more excited, Hu Tinggan and other gentlemen secretly arranged by Jiangxi officials felt really bad, and then began to persuade each other tactfully, but helplessly, it seemed that they were already a little powerless.

Seeing that a group of gentlemen, landlords and even cottage heads could not help but indulge tenants and relatives and friends to make generous statements, they couldn't help but be a little nervous, and hurriedly stood up and walked to the center ......of the ancestral hall, stretched out their arms and shouted: "Fellow villagers first calm down their anger, now that the foreigners have killed my virtuous officials, our side is naturally straightforward, if there is a riot according to what a few fellow villagers said, it will inevitably suffer again, it is better to resist civilization, and Governor Hu will report to the imperial court to make decisions for us and others."

There were more than 10,000 people in the audience, and they originally wanted to hear what good strategies this gentleman had, although they knew that they had come up with a set of "loss" theory, and before Wang Yaqiao and others continued to incite below, some people had already shouted: "I have suffered a big loss, in short, a loss." It's better to kill the foreigner first to avenge me! If there is a kind of imperial court, how can it let foreigners be powerful in Jiangxi! ”

"Kill foreigners, get revenge on me!"

"Killing foreigners......

Wang Yaqiao looked at the sound of 'killing foreigners' on Baihuazhou shaking the world, and couldn't help but completely convince Yang Meng in his heart, "I didn't expect that the people in this western part of Jiangxi, as the dean said, are not only extremely bloody, but also have strong folk customs, so they come." I don't need to use anything I prepared for these two days......"

"Kill. Kill! ”

As the earth-shattering sound of killing resounded through the clouds, the people on Baihua Continent became more and more excited, and when the mountain people with pickaxes and hoes in their hands rushed out first, the huge flow of people couldn't help but roll. Endless flock to the French Catholic Church of the Old Gongyuan......

Meanwhile. Wang Anzhi was fidgeting in the church. Waiting for the return of the parishioners who assassinated Jiang Zhaotang, who knew that they suddenly saw tens of thousands of villagers who were fierce, and they were afraid and angry in their hearts. Hurriedly took out a pistol to intimidate the crowd and shot into the crowd continuously, "You people dare to storm the church, this is a big crime to kill the head......"

In the midst of the wails, several people were unconsciously shot and fell to the ground, and the splashed blood not only did not frighten the most united Nanchang people, but further aroused the anger that had been suppressed in the hearts of the masses for a long time, "The foreign devil has killed again, kill him, and avenge Lord Jiang and his brothers!" ”

"Kill, kill the hairy man!"

Wang Anzhi saw that the eyes of the crowd were red, regardless of life and death, he threw himself outside the big iron gate of the church, hundreds of palms grabbed the iron fence and shook wildly, and even some people set up a ladder and climbed the wall of the church little by little.

"M's foreign devil ran away from the back door, chase it!"

Wang Anzhi and a few parishioners just ran out of the back door, but they didn't want to be seen by the people in the distance, seeing that nearly a thousand people were still shaking the iron gate frantically in front, and the people behind hurriedly shouted in unison in the distance.

"Chase, don't let the foreign devil run away!"

Even if these pampered disciples ran away first, they could not stand the relentless pursuit of the working people, and at the moment when everyone threw stones and mud to chase after them, a group of ragged mountain people suddenly ran over from the opposite side, and captured Wang Anzhi and several villains one by one on the Hongen Bridge between the East and West Lake Ruziting and Baihuazhou.

"Are you going to rebel? Lord Yang, but the court doesn't dare to offend ......"

Seeing a gangster-dressed parishioner shouting and threatening, Wang Yaqiao, who was mixed in the crowd, laughed unconsciously and tried to run forward a few steps, only then did he get out of the crowd that was violently suppressed by the hooligans who were powerful on weekdays, "Offend you m1gb, Lao Tzu will kill you a dog traitor who has forgotten your ancestors......"

scolded fiercely on his mouth, and his hands were even more vicious, Wang Yaqiao saw that this guy still wanted to stand up and resist, stretched out his leg and kicked the crotch of his pants, and after everyone instinctively gasped, his fierce fist fell like raindrops, and before the church people howled, he beat his head to a bloody blur in a blink of an eye.

"Outsiders dare to do it, and our men in Ganxi are not bad breeds!"

Although this Nanchang dialect sounds like fried beans, but under the stimulation of blood, the tyranny and bloodiness in everyone's hearts can't help but burst out, watching Wang Anyi struggle while shouting and intimidating, a few old farmers with iron hoes handed each other a look, and invariably raised the hoe high and smashed it into the golden face.

Bang bang bang......

After a series of muffled sounds, Wang Anzhi's head was unconsciously like a falling egg, yellow, white, bright and red, and in his eyes that were suffocated to home, he didn't believe that he would be beaten to death until death.

Wang Anzhi was beaten to death by the masses, and then thrown into the lake, but the people who had already killed the red-eyed people were still angry and could not be eliminated, so the situation of "hatred of religion" continued to expand, and in a blink of an eye, under the leadership of others, rushed to the church of the British, after a bloody baptism, these usually brave and aggressive mountain people, whenever they saw the golden-eyed priest, they invariably raised the guy in their hands......

At the same time, at the time when the Jiangxi Governor's Yamen was in chaos and sent troops everywhere to suppress the riot, more than 30 ruffians with axes and hooks and sickles in their hands, under the leadership of Lai Piqi, took advantage of the chaos to rush Jiang Zhaotang's outer courtyard to recuperate. It was only after they rushed into the courtyard that a young man with a big gun was sitting quietly outside Jiang Zhaotang's door.

The young man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, is tall and strong, and at first glance he is a practitioner from the north, and he glanced at Lai Piqi, who was a little hesitant, and suddenly smiled a little shyly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "Although you have a lot of bad diseases on weekdays, the young master is in a good mood today." I don't want to make noise to Lord Jiang. As long as you turn around and leave, you may be able to escape from the villagers outside......"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, we are usually protected by the priest to run rampant, and now we only need to kill the one surnamed Jiang. In the future, I will still eat fragrant and drink spicy food. Who dares to retreat from the battle. Even if Lao Tzu can let you go, then Father Wang's methods, you can escape? ”

There was only one young man in front of the door. Even though Lai Piqi was a little afraid in his heart, he had to incite these bandit-born guys, and when the first person rushed forward with an axe, the whole team suddenly fell into a kind of blind courage and fanaticism.

"Kill!"

At the same time, he shouted loudly, of course, there was Huo Diange, who was alone with a gun, as Li Shuwen's eldest disciple, his spear skills had already been passed on by Li Shuwen, seeing that the crowd was suddenly swarming, he couldn't help but panic, first took a step back, firmly against the outside of the door, and then turned his hand and raised his gun to twist his arm!

Bang Bang ......

The barrel of the goose egg-thick gun was pumped on the necks and ears of the two bandits like a poisonous dragon exploring the sea, and in a blink of an eye, the blood bag with the thickness of the arm was puffed up, and when the guy in the middle who seemed to be slightly athletic raised the hook and sickle gun that was one meter and a half long, Huo Diange's right arm unconsciously pulled back, and the spear flower in the air suddenly turned into a cold light.

Poof!

After a few so-called 'bandits' who usually oppress the township got up from the ground, seven or eight people had been stabbed to death and wounded on the ground.

Belch... Wow......

Everyone was terrified, and even more unbearable people had already fallen on the ground and vomited, and when Huo Diange smiled shyly again, the bandits who had just united as one, under the threat of that death-like smile, suddenly scattered like birds and beasts.

……

"A bunch of gutless bandits, killing you all dirty master's hands!"

On the one hand, it was carefully arranged, and on the other hand, the crowd was excited, and when Wang Yaqiao and Huo Diange returned to the house where they were hiding, Yang Meng knew that on this day, a total of six French priests and six teachers, three British priests and their husbands and wives, and a total of four churches and schools were burned.

"After this incident, not only will the foreigners wait for the opportunity to retaliate, I am afraid that the Qing court will also find a scapegoat, Lu Haoming does not know the dialect, so he and I and Yaqiao will go back to Shanghai, as for the 'Shi Qian' and the two local members of Nanchang, they are lurking on the spot, codenamed 'Bai Sheng' and 'Lei Heng', there is no emergency between each other on weekdays, and they are not allowed to contact each other in a single line on weekdays, and concentrate on operating their respective underground liaison substations, without being activated by the CIA, they are not allowed to participate too much in local military affairs, as long as they do a good job of handing over the information......

After carefully arranging the affairs of Nanchang, Yang Meng turned his head and said to Huo Diange, who was smiling on the side: "This time I went back to Shanghai, you and Lu Haoming are in the Ming, Yaqiao and me and your sister-in-law are in the dark, and some people were arranged before, I heard that they are all active now, in addition to teaching martial arts on weekdays, you also have to follow Yaqiao to learn how to transmit information, although it seems redundant now, but you can use it when you go to the Northeast in the future......"

"Hehe, I don't like the climate in the Northeast, but since the senior brother said that it will be useful in the future, the senior brother will listen carefully to the Yaqiao brothers, but when you do it, the senior brother remembers to leave a good hand to practice the gun for the junior brother, don't be like Nanchang, they are all bandits who are not in the stream......"

Yang Meng paused for a moment, and then smiled dumbly, "This time the bureau is very big, don't say one or two good hands, when the time comes, there will be Japanese spies to kill you, but your killing nature is a little heavier than Uncle Li, and you still practice more self-cultivation and self-cultivation qi swallowing kung fu on weekdays......" (To be continued!)