Mei Renhou decided to escort the shipment with Martin to Conch City, where it could be sold for a high price.

The forest trails of Qinglong Mountain are not only long and rugged, difficult for people and animals to travel, and the caravans often travel for months or even longer, but also full of unimaginable dangers.

Qinglong Mountain has a complex topography, high mountains and dense forests, known for its deep troubles, bandits and robbers are as many as cattle hair, specializing in killing people and overstepping goods, businessmen not only lose money if they don't get it, but also take their lives, so people often have to spend a lot of money to hire people to protect businessmen.

No one in Qinglong Town has ever been to Conch City, there were once merchants with as little as a dozen or dozens of bodyguards, as many as hundreds of gunmen, carrying * or fast guns, with the horse gang on the treacherous mountain roads and tropical jungles, bandits come to fight, if they can't win, they run, or leave the money to buy the road, or break the soul in the deep mountains and dense forests, in short, there is no rule of life and death. For hundreds of years, Qinglong Mountain has been staging this drama of life and death, there are no undefeated winners in the play, and there are no eternal losers, everyone is a victim of the law of the jungle.

Mei Renhou took Huaiyong's regimental defense battalion. In order to ensure that the merchant was safe, he selected sixty regimental soldiers with combat experience to form the first caravan team composed of regular troops in Qinglong Town. Such a powerful firepower configuration is more powerful than the firepower of the officers and troops in the provincial capital.

On a dark summer night, with the noise of tiny mosquitoes and the bitter smell of rotting leaves and moss floating in the air, a huge horse team quietly drove out of Xiaowangzhuang.

There were no lights flickering, no noise, the forest path was like a thick, fluffy carpet, and there was almost no sound of the hooves of the cattle stepping on it, except for the occasional crunch of heavy footsteps breaking branches.

Guo Huaiyong personally walked in front of the team, his eyes were calm and fearless, which was a kind of self-confidence and firm expression that only a professional soldier can have. Behind him, more than a hundred pack horses carried heavy loads of opium, soldiers remained silent like black shadows, and porters barbarishly cursed disobedient animals.

The serpentine caravan meandered along, and soon it was obscured by the darkness of the night, and it disappeared into the treacherous depths of the forest.

Many days passed, and the caravan was uneventful, and there was no expected battle. There were sporadic bandits attacking and harassing, firing a few shots, and seeing that the other side was outnumbered, they did not dare to act rashly. It's just that one night he was attacked by a tiger and killed a horse, and the sentry was also scratched, which made Guo Huaiyong annoyed.

In order to prevent similar accidents from happening, he ordered to rush to the populated villages as much as possible to spend the night, and if there was no one to live, he chose to camp on the flat land of the river valley. In the camp a large bonfire was lit to drive away the wild beasts, the porter unloaded the packs and piled them in the middle, the mules and horses were enclosed to eat forage, and the men slept around the goods. The soldiers put on the sentry posts, and the sleeping people loaded their bullets and waited for them.

On this day, the place where they camped was called Biandan Mountain, which was a deep ditch where two mountains faced each other, and there was a fire dragon clan cottage, with only a dozen households, and a stream flowed through the village below.

Guo Huaiyong saw the treacherous terrain and wanted to continue on the road, but the porters were sleepy and tired one by one, and he was bent on stopping to make a fire and eat as soon as possible, and besides, there were so many armed guards, and there was nothing to do along the way, so no one wanted to rush to the night.

The porters are all free and loose people, who have wandered the world all their lives and are not controlled by others, so Gu Zi unloaded the donkey, let the cattle eat forage, and lit a fire to cook tea and rice, and the porter lay on the mattress and smoked a big cigarette comfortably, looking free and happy.

This is the common people, can your commander manage the army and the common people? It makes the chief want to be angry, and there is no object.

However, in the second half of the night, something big happened, and a group of black bandits attacked, with more than 300 people.

This group of bandits occupies the mountains as kings, relying on the strength of the crowd to be familiar with the terrain, and often dare to attack the large group of horses. They are all as nimble as monkeys, climbing cliffs, grabbing trees and vines and swinging, and climbing mountains and mountains as if walking on flat ground. If you can't win, you will drill into the mountains and forests, and if you get your hands, you will slash and kill, and the mules and horses will be looted, and there will be no trace of them. The cunning bandits did not alarm the sentinels of the mountain pass, they followed the deep and steep mountain stream into the stockade, and then began to set fire to the guns, screaming, waving their long knives and slashing at people, killing several panicked porters on the spot.

Normally, the horse gang is weak and resists a little, or gives up resistance and abandons the goods to flee for their lives, then the bandits do not chase after them, but only plunder the goods. If the owner of the goods does not know what to do and insists on resolutely resisting, the bandits will be killed, and all the captives will be spared. This is the rule of the game in Qinglong Mountain, although there are no written regulations, but the conventions are customary, and the horse gang bandits have complied with them for hundreds of years, so it has naturally become the supreme law without provisions in this area.

The problem is that today's guards are different from any previous team of bodyguards, they do not panic when they encounter a sneak attack by a strong enemy, and they will never abandon their goods and flee, and of course they will not be able to abide by the rules of the game before.

Guo Huaiyong was only taking a nap by the fire, but as soon as the gun went off, he immediately came to his senses. His agility and reflexes are a conditioned reflex, and he rolls and rolls down behind a rock, and fires a string of bullets. In fact, the calm itinerary for many days has made him feel uneasy, the horse gang is in the open, the bandits are in the dark, who knows when the bandits will attack? Now that the bandits were showing up, he felt relieved, and a stone fell to the ground in his heart. "Bastard, it's really dead!"

He saw the leader of the caravan lying on the ground, his face pale, his lips trembling, in the dark mountain forest, bullets sharply cutting through the air, and the roar of bandits was particularly harsh.

The enemy soon found out that there were two main groups of bandits, one from the front and one on the flanks, and it was clear that their intention was to force the caravan to abandon their goods and flee for their lives.

The bandits sounded like only *, and they whistled vigorously in the dark, blindly yelling and bluffing, trying to scare the other party away.

After all, bandits are not armies, they are like a pack of wild dogs, they will only use their strength to make noise, unlike real wolves, who will never say anything until they bite the throat of their prey.

A monotonous fast gun suddenly rang out, and the sound of the gun was terrible and high-pitched, like the thin baton in the hand of the orchestra conductor, which immediately attracted many singers to join the chorus.

They are like a flock of pigeons awakened by the sound of song, cooing reluctantly and flying loudly in the night sky with their wings flapping. They are the leading actors in this war opera, passionate and high-pitched, like the world's greatest tenors. The machine guns sang agitated and loudly, spreading the message of death and blood to the night sky in all directions. This is the true song of war, the muzzle of the gun spews tongues of fire, the eyes catch the target, and the rapidly spinning steel projectiles are like the whip of death, and in an instant the exposed bandits are pulled to the ground.

The bandits were immediately stunned.

For the first time in their limited experience, or for the first time since they had wandered the world, the events of the night suddenly took a turn for the worse, as if someone had played a joke on them. Because this kind of scene is not so much like what they usually call "doing work", but like entering a slaughterhouse, but it is they who are slaughtered.

They didn't know what the problem was, because in Qinglong Mountain, the rules of the game for fighting have always been that more people are king, and more guns are stronger. For many days they had been quietly following the caravan, and they could tell that there were only sixty men with guns, and they had a full three hundred!

It is said that those people should abandon their goods and flee for their lives after a few shots, how can the puppy compete with the tiger for food? But instead of scaring away, the caravan beat the tiger to the ground.

This is like a group of heroes who think they are invincible all over the world, and when they are beaten the head and face, their teeth are kicked out, their eyes are swollen, and their nosebleeds are dripping all over the ground, only to find that the other party does not seem to be a soft commodity waiting to be beaten. By the time they did realize that the sneak attack had failed, there were no less than a hundred corpses lying on the ground. So the lucky people who were alive called their fathers and called their mothers to run to the wolf, and only hated their parents for having two legs less, and the angry bandit leader called out and led the remnants of the defeated army to escape into the mountain stream like a wind.

The gunfire subsided, and Qian Yunzhou was worried that the cunning bandits had not gone far, so he sent someone to touch the mountain stream to reconnoitre. After a while, the scouts came back and reported that the bandits were hiding in the mountain stream, as if they were still waiting for something. Some people are puzzled, saying that why do bandits always hide in ditches? Qian Yunzhou replied disdainfully: "If you are a bandit, you have to drill the ravine." ”

After a while, a little bandit climbed up from the bottom of the stream, tilted his neck and asked tremblingly: The head man said, "Who are you?"

Guo Huaiyong asked the leader of the horse gang to answer the other party loudly in the fire dragon language: "We are from the regimental defense camp of Qinglong Town!" ”

The little bandit immediately disappeared into the ditch like a ghost.

Mei Renhou ordered the mountain stream where the Tuan Ding bandits gathered to throw*, and he half-jokingly instructed: "Don't be disappointed, give them a reassuring pill!" ”

A few seconds later, a flash of red light made an exaggerated arc in the night sky with a muffled sound, and then fell into the bottom of the stream with a loud whistle and exploded. Huge fires rose up, smoke covered the deep streams, violent explosions shook the rocks, rubble threw into the sky like scattered flowers, huge waves of air uprooted trees, rumbling explosions endured like thunder, sending out a series of roaring echoes in the valley, completely frightened the bandits who had not seen the scenes of war.

They were originally local mountain people, living in this isolated mountain for generations, and the Golden Triangle was still in a primitive society of slash-and-burn farming, where did they have the privilege of seeing the murderous weapons of civilized society? Killing with a knife and killing without seeing blood, this is the difference between barbarism and civilization. Foreigners are strong ships and cannons, and Qing soldiers are armed with broadswords and spears, can such a war continue? War is a dialogue of productivity, so it's not that the people who fight the war are not brave, or that the bandits can't run fast, but that they are unlucky, because they are unfortunately facing another era that night.

The confidence of the bandits was completely destroyed by foreign guns and artillery, and those who survived, including the once majestic bandit leader, who had half of his ears cut off by shrapnel, rushed out of the ravine and into the woods like rabbits, and disappeared without a trace.

At the end of the battle, except for a few porters killed and a few mules and horses wounded, not a single person in the caravan was broken.

All the way to Xiaoxing overnight, the group members were a hundred times vigilant and did not dare to relax a little. On this day they came to a dangerous mountain pass, and they cried out in front of them, saying that there were bandits blocking the way.

The roadblockers were very domineering, beating a wooden drum, blowing a trumpet, piling up logs and stones on the mountain pass, and lining up dozens of them*, sending a message to leave the money to buy the road, otherwise they were not allowed to pass.

Guo Huaiyong hurried to the front of the team, he saw that there were cliffs on both sides of the mountain pass, the terrain was dangerous and could not be detoured, and there was a big village on the top of the mountain, and the spire of the bamboo building could be seen, which was estimated to be the base camp of the bandits. Looking at the bandits blocking the road, all of them have long hair and disheveled clothes like savages, some are holding bamboo chimneys, and some are standing up to watch the excitement, and they are not ready for war at all.

This means that the bandits do not know the details of the caravan. He had the bottom in his heart and asked the guide to ask the bandits, how much was the money left to buy the road? Yamagami replied: According to the old rule, three draws one.

Of course, Guo Huaiyong refused to admit this account, but the terrain was unfavorable when fighting, and I am afraid that there would be casualties. So he sent someone to the mountain to declare: "We are from the regimental defense camp of Qinglong Town, borrow your territory to pass by, please raise your noble hand, and everyone will make friends in the future."

The little bandit passed the word back to the village, and after a while, someone sent a message and said: "The boss said, give you face, leave ten mules and ten loads of goods, and let you walk."

The leader of the horse gang has walked all his life in Qinglong Mountain, and has seen many of the world, so he hurriedly went to pull money to transport Guo Huaiyong, signaling him to agree to come down and walk. Usually, when encountering robbers blocking the road, there are three draws of one or five draws of two, and only ten packs of money to buy the road have given a lot of face.

The jargon is called "bloodletting", there are chicken blood, pig blood and cow blood, chicken blood is always much better than cow blood or no blood. The problem is that Guo Huaiyong is not an ordinary person, he has his own standards. For these robbers who steal chickens and dogs, don't say ten packs, even if they leave a load of goods, he won't do it. The rule of the military is to rely on guns to speak.

So the quick gun sticks out of the barrel from behind the tree, the bullet is loaded, and the muzzle of the gun is aimed at the exposed figures on the mountain. He asked the guide to continue to paralyze the bandits: "Thank you uncle for giving face, these ten packs of goods are all filial to you!" ”

The bandits didn't know what to do, and a small leader swaggered down, followed by a dozen people to receive the goods. They were carrying their guns backwards, completely defenseless.

Guo Huaiyong saw that the time had come, and shouted, "Fight!" Suddenly, the gunshots rang out like popping beans. The bandits who were as lively as the leaves suddenly became as light as the leaves, and they were blown unsteady by the storm of bullets, and they all rolled on their backs, and those who were lucky enough to escape for their lives were too late, and they caught up with them like a quick roll call, and pinned them firmly to the ground, unable to move again.

The bandits were in a mess, screaming and throwing down the fortifications and fleeing back to the stockade. The soldiers took the mountain pass without difficulty. Guo Huaiyong ordered to continue throwing at the stockade*,* and when it fell, the fire and smoke rose, and those bamboo buildings scattered like unsturdy toys. The bandits were driven out of their dens in panic like frightened rats, but the bullets refused to let them go, chasing them everywhere and turning them into piles of torn corpses.

The leader of the horse gang was no longer afraid, he got up from the ground to watch the battle, clapped his hands and laughed: "Enjoyable, enjoyable!" I've traveled all my life to the north and south, and today is an eye-opener! ”

Guo Huaiyong stood on the pass, looked at the battlefield around him, and felt a little sadness in his heart. He didn't sigh that his opponent was too weak, but he regretted that he was too strong, and the bandits were about to collapse at the touch of a button, and they collapsed so completely that they didn't even resist a little. Their only strength is that they can escape quickly, disappearing into the woods in the blink of an eye, and while your telescope is still searching the grass, their figure is already flashing on the opposite hill.

In order not to give the bandits a chance to breathe, he ordered a few more shells to be thrown away and send the frightened locals away so that they would disappear completely.

They plundered the opium of the mules and horses in the bandits' den, set them on fire, and then marched away through the mountain pass with the team of mules and horses, leaving behind the battlefield of black smoke and corpses.

Qinglong Mountain! The devil is laughing!