An hour later, a bus drove out of the Changping Marquis Mansion with green smoke, and it was full of people, Xiang Xiaoqiang and ten of his men, Qiu Qiu and ten of her men.

Of course, given that Qiu Qian is also Xiang Xiaoqiang's subordinate, this car is all Xiang Xiaoqiang's subordinate, loyal, and fully loaded.

Xiang Xiaoqiang's people still carried that set of weapons, with a box gun pinned to their waists, and "Woodpecker" and "Chicago Violin" were placed at their feet. Eleven female soldiers including Qiu Qiu each had a navy-standard revolver, which was provided by the East Factory. The reason, of course, is that a soldier cannot live without weapons.

The bus drove quickly towards the Autumn Mansion.

……

The snail jumped out of the car, and the first one ran in, ripping his throat and shouting:

"Boss, big brother, scoop handle......"

"Scoop, scoop your Mahler's handle next door, and kick you to death again! We are not the underworld, we are patriotic societies......" Qiu Laohu was sitting in the main hall drinking tea, and suddenly choked a big mouthful, staring at the big eyes of the cow, "Snails? You're back? When did you come back? ”

"Boss," cried the snail with joy, "Scoop, I'm back, and so are the eldest lady and aunt!" ”

Qiu Laohu grabbed the snail's arms, his eyes were about to pop out, and his face turned red:

"What do you say? Say it again? ”

A crying voice shouted at the door:

"Daddy!"

Qiu Laohu's face suddenly turned pale, his lips trembled constantly, and he wiped his eyes and said:

“…… You? …… Autumn Stream? ”

Qiu Yun threw himself into his father's arms and cried loudly:

"Dad, I'm back......"

Qiu Laohu hugged his daughter, tears were in his eyes, and he looked up to the sky and laughed:

"Hahaha...... My little bunny, you're back, you're going to worry Daddy to death...... Wahahaha......"

When the father and daughter hugged their heads and cried enough, the snail was overjoyed and introduced to Qiu Laohu:

"Boss, this is our uncle! This time, my uncle took the brothers to go thousands of miles behind enemy lines, go up the knife mountain, go down to the sea of fire, break into the dragon pool, rush to the tiger's den, fight bloodily, fight bravely, work hard, and work hard to save the eldest lady! Our aunt called: Xiang Xiaoqiang! ”

Qiu Yun got out of his father's arms, and he was tired of Xiang Xiaoqiang's side, pushing him in front of his father, nodding solemnly, and cooperating with the snail's foam.

Xiang Xiaoqiang round sunglasses, black top hat, black windbreaker, black leather gloves, a standard Dongchang outfit, and a snow-white long scarf hanging on both sides, heroic and compelling. These days, he led the team deep into the enemy territory, turned to killing, and inadvertently had a momentum around him, if he bit a toothpick again, it would be a little brother crossing over.

He stepped forward, grinned, took off his hat and sunglasses, and said aloud:

"Son-in-law to meet my father-in-law!"

This "father-in-law" simply listened to Qiu Yun's heart.

Qiu Laohu was so excited that he couldn't close his mouth, looking at Xiang Xiaoqiang in front of him, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Good boy!" He slapped his palm, almost slapped Xiang Xiaoqiang down, and then a bear hug, looking up to the sky and roaring, "you—you see, we have an uncle—wow—hahahahahaha......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang introduced his team to Qiu Laohu, and Qiu Qian also introduced his sisters in distress to his father, and then they untied the long and short guys according to the rules and handed them over to the snail for safekeeping. Then he went into the room and served tea and talked in detail.

The first step is to ask for marriage. Autumn Tiger promised.

"Then," Xiang Xiaoqiang said with a smile, "The son-in-law asked for marriage this time, and brought a wealth to the father-in-law, as a meeting gift, and asked the father-in-law to smile." ”

"Haha, good! Good! ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang gave a look to the snail, and the snail understood, and took the others away, leaving only Qiu Laohu, Xiang Xiaoqiang, Qiu Qian and himself in the house.

"Father-in-law, let's take a look at this first."

Xiang Xiaoqiang took out an envelope and handed it to Qiu Laohu.

Qiu Laohu took it and saw that there was not a word on the pale yellow envelope, only a vermilion vermilion bird mark. His face changed color slightly, and he carefully opened it, taking out a pale yellow letterhead.

He stared at the big bull's eye, looked at the flowing pen words on it, the closer he looked, the bigger the bull's eye, and finally saw the three words "Zhu Yourong", the small seal of "Qianqing Palace Master", and the big seal of "Emperor Yifu of the Great Ming Dynasty", he raised his head blankly, looked at his uncle, his throat was rolling, and his face was full of worship and respect.

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled:

"Father-in-law, here's how it ......"

Qiu Laohu stood up "Teng", held the letterhead in both hands, respectfully put it on the case in the middle, and then pressed Xiang Xiaoqiang's shoulders with both hands, and said loudly:

"Virtuous son-in-law, needless to say, I, Qiu, am proud to have an uncle like you! Son-in-law, just tell me how to do it! ”

……

It has been three days since the recovery of Her Majesty the Empress. However, starting from noon today, the citizens of Nanjing have felt that public order has improved a lot, and those hooligans and scoundrels who took advantage of the chaos to steal and even smash and loot a few days ago seem to be gone. The streets are full of impassioned college students and law-abiding citizens.

At the same time, Qinhuai District, which has always had good law and order, has gathered many hooligans, scoundrels, ruffians, thugs, gangsters, gangsters, and delinquent teenagers one after another since noon. These people gathered more and more, in addition to the eldest brother of the Tiandihui (Hongmen) itself, there were also many leaders in the Tao, and the scoop handles of the three mountains and five mountains also began to appear, they all gathered around a private mansion with their brothers, in and out, and greeted each other.

The nearby citizens were hiding far away, speculating one after another, and the message also spread.

Some people say that Huashan is talking about the sword, some people say that there is going to be a big reshuffle on the road, some people say that they want to elect the leader of the alliance, and some people say that the Qing Gang in Shanghai is coming to grab the territory......

On the main hall in the mansion, Chen Jinnan's portrait was spotlessly clean, and the incense below was vigorous, and the red candles were fluttering. The couplet on both sides "Earthquake Gaogang, a vein of streams and mountains through the ages; The door faces the sea, the three rivers flow for ten thousand years" echo left and right, and the eight big characters of "Heavenly Father and Earth Mother, Anti-Qing Dynasty and Restoration of Sight" in the middle are like Mount Tai pressing the top, three hundred years ago, Chen Yonghua's chief helmsman and Zheng Chenggongguo's entrustment words are still in their ears, which makes people can't help but have a heavy sense of mission.

The autumn tiger is the first, fierce and vicious, and his big voice is foaming at the mouth:

"So, in this operation, we must always remember that we are not a triad, we are a patriotic society......"

Facing the No. 1 leader of the Tianzi No. 1 gang in the whole university, the big brothers and ladies in the hall sat down and listened to the instructions obediently and tamely. But their eyes were still faintly looking at the young man sitting next to Qiu Laohu, who was inconspicuous. The young man's face was like water, and he sat on the second seat with Erlang's legs, and did not speak, holding the tea cup and drinking slowly. He was wearing a scary black trench coat, which made people vaguely guess what kind of scary backstage there was behind Qiu Laohu......

In the courtyard behind the hall, a whole box of brand-new box guns wrapped in oiled paper was opened, and people were counted by hair......

In the courtyard one layer outside, several hemp bags were dumped on the ground, and hundreds of watermelon knives, iron rulers, and coarse steel bars sawn into more than a foot long were carried out one by one......

The two bundles of paper wrapped in kraft paper were brought in, and they were torn apart with a "bang", and the freshly shipped prints emitted the smell of ink......

A cotton bag was opened, and a stack of textiles inside was respectfully opened and distributed. It was a Ming flag.

Another large cotton bag was opened, and the bright yellow armband was poured over the table, and it was quickly distributed. Everyone has one in their hands, and they all put it on their arms.

On the bright yellow armband, there are four eye-catching black letters: People's Guard.

……

Night came quietly. The bell of the drum tower in the center of Nanjing City struck nine times, and it was nine o'clock in the evening.

Every evening during these two days, the students who marched and gathered dispersed and went back to school. After all, it's a cold winter night, and no one can stand sleeping outside. But the next day, they will be brought out by the student leaders of each school to continue the rally and demonstration.

Although mobilization has been carried out now, there is no curfew on the streets of Nanjing, and even light control has not been implemented. However, everyone saw that the situation was tense in the past two days, and they did not dare to go out on the streets at night. So it was only nine o'clock, and the streets were empty, except for the occasional pedestrian or two, with their bags and heads shrunk, hurrying by under the street lamps.

The beams of searchlights move slowly across the city's night sky. Artillery positions were laid out in open areas such as crossroads and squares, and the artillery was still holding their posts.

On the anti-aircraft artillery position at the intersection of Changle Road and Yanping Road, several artillerymen were stamping their feet and chatting beside the towering anti-aircraft guns, spewing white gas from their mouths. One of the soldiers seemed to hear something and "shhh

Countless footsteps echoed in the far open streets, from far and near.

Slowly, hundreds of people appeared under the streetlights. The men were dressed in civilian clothes and wore a bright yellow armband on their right arm with letters on it. Each of them carried a long instrument in his hand, and walked in the middle of the road with his head held high, with hideous faces and fierce looks.

Several soldiers nervously held their guns, took a few steps back, and drank:

"Stop, what are you doing?"

A young man at the front of the line raised his hand and pointed at them, and commanded without question:

"Stick to your post!"

Several artillerymen stared blankly at the hundreds of people passing a few meters in front of them. One of the soldiers could read the words on their armbands, which seemed to read "People's Guard".

……

A few hundred meters away, diagonally across the street, is the Nanjing Transportation Company. It is equivalent to Nanjing's bus company. There are buses parked in the big iron gate, and the cars that have been running for a day are parked here. In addition to buses, there are also many rental cars.

"Open the door! Open the door! ”

The big iron gate was shaken loudly, and the clerk who guarded the door ran over, and when he saw such a group of people, he shrank back in fright:

"Hey, you guys...... What are you going to do? ”

The leader here said in a loud voice:

"We are the People's Guard of the Ming Empire, now we want to requisition all your cars here, open the door quickly!"

Where was the janitor willing to open, the other party shouted:

"Come on, slam the door open!"

Iron rulers, steel bars, big wrenches, and vices were all on the ground, and the big iron lock fell to the ground, and the crowd swarmed in.

Within 10 minutes, more than 30 buses and 20 cars started and drove out one after another.

Soon, buses and cars full of "people's guards" were speeding along Nanjing's main roads.

Some Nanjing citizens stopped and stared at this never-before-seen spectacle in amazement.

On one side of the car body is written in white paint the four big characters "People's Guard", and on the other side is written in white paint eight small characters "restore order and defend the motherland".

Every time the bus passes by, the windows will flutter the Ming national anthem sung impassionedly.

Every car drove by, and on the pedals on both sides stood two people wearing armbands, shouting the slogan "restore order, defend the motherland", holding the car with one hand and pulling a Ming flag with the other, hunting and fluttering in the wind.

……

At the entrance of the Nanjing Telegraph and Telephone Bureau, a bus stopped at the "Ga-" place, and more than 30 people jumped down from it, wearing bright yellow armbands and holding long and short instruments, smashed open the gate two or three times, and swarmed in. With a stomachache, he commanded a few people to set up a "woodpecker" at the door, and commanded sharply:

"Guard it for me!"

Two commando machine gunners held machine guns and pointed them at the gate, while the other two "People's Guardsmen" wearing armbands, each with a box gun, painted paste on the walls facing the street on both sides of the gate and pasted printed leaflets.

In the wide hall upstairs of the telegraph and telephone office, dozens of female employees were busy in front of a door telephone machine, wearing headphones, with expressionless faces constantly connecting and pulling plugs, and the small lights on the panels flickered from time to time.

The hallway was filled with the sound of footsteps. Suddenly, a female clerk screamed, and a dozen large men wearing armbands, holding clubs, and pistols at their waists rushed in.

Suddenly, screams erupted in the hall.

The head of the stomach hurts and said loudly:

"Don't be afraid, we are the People's Guard of the Ming Empire, in order to restore order and defend the motherland, we take over the telephone and telegraph office in the name of the people and Your Majesty! Now you all get out of the machine and go to the next room! ”

After gathering this group of screaming female employees next door, with a stomachache and a wave of their hands, these dozen or so "people's guards" sat down in front of the telephone machine, put on headphones, and skillfully manipulated them. In front of each person there was a small notebook written on which a string of lines that must be kept clear and a string of lines that must be cut off.

……

Almost at the same time, two buses stopped at the entrance of the radio station, and more than 50 People's Guards with Deming yellow armbands jumped down.

Seeing this, the two gendarmes standing guard at the gate shouted:

"What for? Don't come! ”

"Stop, or you'll shoot! Hit the radio station and kill it! ”

A gendarme pulled the bolt of his gun, and with a "dang" shot, the crisp sound of gunfire pierced the night sky.