The three-hour deadline was fast approaching. But the Dutch, who confronted the Beiyang Land Division, showed no signs of retreating. Ding Ruchang glanced at Liu Buchan. Liu Buyun nodded, and then walked out. A FEW MINUTES LATER, WITH THE 150MM KRUPP GUN ON THE BOW OF THE DINGYUAN SHIP SLOWLY TURNING, TWO SIGNAL FLARES REPRESENTING THE RED WERE RAISED IN DINGYUAN.

"Forward." Under the leadership of Zhang Wenxuan, the commander of the Beiyang Protectorate. Led by 200 officers and men of the Beiyang Marine Corps, they jumped out of the trenches and began to advance towards the Dutch position not far away. Behind them were the officers and soldiers of the Beiyang Army, as well as the Chinese and artillery teams who had just gotten their weapons and were ready to take revenge.

"Stand still, don't move forward." The Dutch officer at the head said in English. Then there was a messy sound of bolts being heard in the Dutch position. THE GUNNERS OF THE 75MM GUNS ALSO LOADED THE SHELLS, AND THE BATTLE WAS ABOUT TO BREAK OUT. Perhaps it was the Dutch's move that really shocked the Qing army on the opposite side, and the other side stopped 600 meters from the position, but then, a junior officer fired a green flare into the sky! Just as a group of Dutchmen were discussing what the pigtailed men across from them were doing, or what the green flare meant. A muffled sound from the distant sea told them the answer.

THREE 150MM SHELLS WERE FIRED ALMOST SIMULTANEOUSLY, AND ONE EXPLODED IN THE OPEN SPACE BETWEEN THE DUTCH AND THE QING ARMY. Scattered shrapnel and dust obstructed the view of both sides. JUST WHEN THE DUTCHMAN WAS SHOCKED, ANOTHER 2 150MM SHELLS FLEW OVER THE DUTCHMAN'S HEAD. The sound of high-speed cannonballs streaking through the air struck a chord with the Dutch. THIS HARSH AND TERRIFYING SOUND IS DEFINITELY NOT COMPARABLE TO THE SOUND OF A 75MM CANNON. I don't know who shouted "Shelling." "Some Dutch soldiers, whose nerves were already close to collapse, finally couldn't stand it anymore. The vast majority of people look for cover in place. Some soldiers even threw away their rifles and curled up behind sandbags, unwilling to pick up the rifles that were close at hand, no matter how much the officers kicked and punched. The two shells landed in the ruins of Chinese buildings behind the Dutch positions. Two tall columns of smoke sent shivers down the sleeve of the Dutch.

"Brethren. Passed over their positions. Zhang Wenxuan waved the combat pistol in his hand and walked in front, while the officers and men of the Beiyang Marine Corps in the back followed. 600 meters is not far away, but it is not close. This distance was enough for the Dutch to understand that it was useless to continue to resist, even if they knocked out these unsheltered Beiyang Army in front of them, they would be wiped off the ground by more than a dozen guns of more than 6 inches on the sea. And the Qing army in front of him is not too hostile to himself. "They just want to go over and save their people, and we have no reason to stop them. This is a humane act, and I did not receive an order from the Dutch government to open fire. Afterwards, a Dutch officer defended himself for allowing the Qing army to pass through his own defenses. With the acquiescence of the officers, the Dutch army moved the artillery out of the way and automatically moved out of the way, and those officers and men of the Beiyang Marine Corps, who were like knives, under the leadership of Zhang Wenxuan, crossed the obstacles, and did not even look at the Dutch, and continued to advance, because they had more important things to do, and the blood debt had to be paid with blood!!

To be honest, it was really easy for Zhang Wenxuan's subordinates and Chinese guides to find the whereabouts of those thugs, there were prisoners, as well as those items and burning houses that were randomly discarded by the thugs as markers, plus the Chinese who were familiar with the local terrain and social conditions, Zhang Wenxuan found a local indigenous gathering area very smoothly following the traces left by the thugs. Later, the local Chinese shouted to the guide, ordering all the natives to get out of the house and assemble in the street square outside. Before the Chinese guide could finish shouting, a bullet flew out of a window. Zhang Wenxuan's interpreter then said to an Englishman: "Sir, you see, we just wanted to arrest the murderer, and we didn't make any drastic moves, while the murderer on the opposite side had already opened fire and attacked. I guess we can do it with some of the necessary means. The interpreter said as he shoved a few pounds into the Englishman's pocket. This is a legitimate act, they have attacked you, and you can fight back. The Englishman glanced at the pound in his hand and nodded in satisfaction. …,

"Be on point." Zhang Wenxuan looked at the native who was still standing at the window to provoke and then signaled, and then a 3-pounder cannon was pushed up and fired at the window just now. The cannonball pierced the walls of the attic with precision, and then plunged headlong into the supplies, and in a short time, a loud bang was heard, and the entire attic collapsed in a violent explosion, creating a wave of air that knocked down several rudimentary squares around it. Even Zhang Wenxuan and the others, who were a few hundred meters away, felt the scorching heat of the explosion!!

"What's going on?" The Englishman, who was thinking about how much money he could make on this trip, was stunned, "God, please forgive your faithful believers." Listening to the sound of houses collapsing and screaming from time to time in the distance, the British also looked at Zhang Wenxuan with some unbearability.

"It's the ammunition they have stored that has exploded. I didn't expect them to build an arsenal! Zhang Wenxuan said, and then motioned to the translator to inform the Englishman who was stunned. Half a minute later, the British, who heard the explanation, suddenly came to their senses. Then a smug look appeared on his face. He went to the side and counted the bills in his hand.

A few minutes after the attic collapsed, a mob of mentally broken men rushed out of the intersection with balemon knives, rifles, and even farm tools and sticks. Looking at these thugs who were in a hurry to die and screamed, Zhang Wenxuan waved his hand, and then, it was the officer who explained to Zhang Wenxuan what it meant to kill the people in the "One Hutong", and he used the Maxine machine gun to kill the "One Hutong" people neatly! Looking at the officer who was strafing steadily, and then at the natives who were swept down in the distance like a wheat cutting version, Zhang Wenxuan couldn't help but lean in and said, "You kid is ruthless enough." Where did you learn this hand? What is your name? ”

"The little one's name is Sun Desheng. On an errand day in the Tianjin Sailor School, I got closer to Mr. Xu's Italian translators, invited them to dinner a few times, and then watched them perform this thing, and then pondered it for themselves, just beating them blindly. Don't look at Sun Desheng when he says this, the work in his hand has not fallen at all. One minute later, the alley was completely empty.

Deterred by rapid-fire machine-gun guns, the natives of this neighborhood finally chose to appoint. Half an hour later, the entire neighborhood was finally hit in the square, with the exception of a few who had fled before the closure. All around were machine guns, artillery and heavily armed soldiers. If Xu Jie saw this scene, he would definitely be associated with the scene where the devils on the plane entered the village and swept away.

The rest is screening, to say that this kind of screening is really the product of the combination of Chinese and Western!! First of all, children, women and the elderly who could not afford to participate in the atrocities were separated, and for the remaining young and middle-aged people, more Chinese sufferers came to screen them, and those who were singled out were taken away directly, and then these singled out people were "interrogated". Based on the information he provided about these people, the accomplices were identified. Supposedly, this is the end of the Chinese-style interrogation. But now it's Western. According to the experience of the suppression of the Paris Commune in those years, Zhang Wenxuan asked all those who had not been prosecuted to take off their shirts, and those with large blood stains on their bodies, wounds, and those who could not explain their origins should naturally be singled out for "interrogation". Then look at them one by one, and pick out those who have butt marks on their shoulders!! "Isn't that excessive?" A Frenchman dissuaded. "At the time of the Paris Commune, people who seemed to have butt marks on their shoulders were shot on the spot, right?" Zhang Wenxuan's translator said. (The above is true.) See "General History of the World" for details) "Well, too, how can a law-abiding citizen have a rifle butt on him? The Frenchman said with a look of shame.

As for the results of the identification, killing and injuring people will naturally pay for their lives, as for the bastards who pick up foreign clothes and make small fights? In line with the principle of repaying debts, let their families redeem them. What the? No money? Then let's lock it up first, anyway, the battlefield has to be cleaned, the corpses have to be buried, and the Chinese plantations need labor.

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