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Huang Feihong is furious!

He never expected that things would be so bad today?

Just as the little apprentice Lin Sha predicted, they did everything possible to meet with the commander of the British fleet through the connections of the Yamen, and under the coordination of the new commander-in-chief of Foshan, they reached an understanding of the British soldiers shooting and wounding the fishmongers.

Originally, according to the plan, he should have accepted it as soon as he saw it, and it was already quite difficult for the British not to continue to investigate the fault of the reckless fishmonger.

But for some reason, perhaps because the previous mediation negotiations were surprisingly smooth, Huang Feihong had another thought in his heart, and put forward a request for the British to apologize and compensate the fishmonger who was injured by mistake.

As a result, the British commander, who was polite and mild-mannered just now, immediately changed his complexion, and without him having to make a fuss, the new Foshan chief soldier who accompanied him to participate in the mediation jumped out very unceremoniously.

"Huang Feihong, which yamen did you send from?"

"You're just a grass citizen, what qualifications do you have to discuss the decisions of the imperial court?"

"Now that the imperial court is engaged in foreign affairs, the relationship with foreigners is to endure the calm for a while, take a step back and open the sky!"

The new commander-in-chief had a bad face and a clear warning in his tone.

Huang Feihong had a fire in his heart, and he didn't speak very politely: "My lord, foreigners are rampant in my Qing Dynasty, can't we even reason?" ”

The new Foshan chief soldier was even more polite, and his face was gloomy and threatened: "Huang Feihong, I know that you have a close relationship with Liu Yongfu of the Black Flag Army!" ”

"That guy didn't listen to the orders of the court in Annam, and he had already aroused the dissatisfaction of the ministers in the court. The imperial court sent me to Foshan this time just to monitor unstable factors like you! ”

Huang Feihong was shocked and angry, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the British commander's playful smile, and the hot feeling on his face was embarrassing, and he was embarrassed and embarrassed to the foreigners.

At this moment, the new Foshan chief soldier's personal soldier who was placed outside hurriedly ran in and whispered something in the chief soldier's ear, which immediately caused the new chief soldier to change color.

"Huang Feihong, good, you are very good!"

The eyes of the new chief soldier stared at him like a poisonous snake, and the words he said made Huang Feihong feel inexplicable.

At the same time, the British commander also received a report from his subordinates, and his face suddenly became ugly and abnormal, and his face was full of anger and asked the new commander-in-chief to give an explanation.

Only then did Huang Feihong know that his militia brothers and a certain gang thug were fighting in the dock market not far away, which alarmed the guards of the foreigner gathering area, not to mention, and also made the new Foshan chief soldier suffer from the anger of the foreigners.

He was immediately angry, and greeted the new Foshan chief soldier with an ugly face, and hurried over with the two apprentices Ling Yunkai and Ya Cha Su, just in time to see the little apprentice Lin Sha showing great might, and the militia brothers formed a battle formation The autumn wind swept away the leaves and overturned a gang thug at the end of the scene.

Seeing that the new Foshan chief soldier followed with a gloomy face, and a group of foreigners also rushed over with the guards, he suddenly felt half cold, knowing that this time things were bad.

"Stop!"

The anger in his heart was so angry that he shouted angrily like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and his feet rushed out like a sharp arrow. The matter was urgent, and he knew that he had to calm down the chaotic battle in the market before the new Foshan chief soldier and the foreigners spoke, otherwise things would only develop in a more unfavorable direction.

……

Why is this sound so familiar?

As soon as this thought flashed through Lin Sha's heart, he felt a strong wind passing by his side, and without thinking about twisting his waist and throwing his arms, a fierce and abnormal cannon fist blasted out.

Bang!

The familiar figure that swept by the side suddenly slammed, and also made a punch to catch Lin Sha's cannon fist halfway, and the two fists collided and made a dull explosion.

"Master?"

Lin Sha exclaimed, he saw the other side clearly, who else could it be if it wasn't the cheap master Huang Feihong?

"Asha, stop it and don't act rashly!"

Huang Feihong let out a low cry, and the hand that caught Lin Sha's cannon fist was gently withdrawn, and the pace under his feet was fast, and he had rushed out of the distance in an instant.

"Dark energy, at least they are all mid-stage masters of dark energy!"

Lin Sha was shocked in his heart, feeling that his arm was sore, and his body was difficult to move.

This is the way of fighting the masters of national arts, a strong duel, and the loser has only one way to die!

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The cheap master Huang Feihong had rushed into the melee crowd at this time, his hands were flying up and down like butterflies wearing flowers, and the sound of swords and sticks falling to the ground was endless everywhere he passed.

"Master, why are you here?"

This is the voice of the senior brother Pork Rong, seeing that his voice is still loud and deafening, it is obvious that he did not suffer any losses in the big melee just now.

"If I don't come again, won't you turn the sky upside down?"

Cheap master Huang Feihong roared angrily, followed by a series of thuds of knives and sticks falling to the ground.

It was the first time that Lin Sha heard the angry roar of the cheap master, and he suddenly knew in his heart that something bad had happened, and when his body regained his ability to move, he immediately called to the young men of the militia who formed a battle formation around him: "Don't go over, quickly throw away the guy at hand!" ”

It's a pity it's too late......

I only heard the sound of chaotic footsteps coming from the direction of the dock, and before Lin Sha could look back at who was coming, he heard the Shahe Gang in the crowd shouting: "The officers and soldiers are coming, brothers, run quickly!" ”

Lin Sha's heart jumped, and a few horizontal steps rushed to the dazed militia youth around him, his body was like a crane dancing and pecking out again and again, several militia youth were caught off guard and suffered pain in their hands, and the sticks and other 'murder weapons' they held fell to the ground with a bang.

"Don't go, don't go!"

The melee in the distance had stopped, and at this time, there was a loud shout from the cheap master Huang Feihong.

Bang bang bang......

At this moment, a burst of dense muskets rang out, accompanied by choking gunsmoke, and the whole street was silent, and then an angry roar came into everyone's ears: "It's all for the official to see, don't let anyone leave!" ”

Lin Sha hurriedly turned around and looked, only to see a group of Qing troops armed with muskets coming violently, divided into two teams to block the exits at both ends of the street, and then slowly advanced to arrest all the people involved in the melee.

"Lord Commander, this is a misunderstanding!"

The cheap master Huang Feihong rushed to a red-topped military general in a few clicks, and said with a smile.

"Hmph, if it's a misunderstanding, we'll find out after checking!"

The military general, who was surrounded and protected by a group of Qing officers and soldiers, looked disdainful, his sharp eyes swept back and forth on the two waves of people who were caught, and at the prompt of his cronies, he pointed at the militia brothers and asked angrily: "Huang Feihong, this is the Foshan militia group, it is really good to break the law and discipline when fighting in the street!" ”

"Commander-in-Chief......

The cheap master Huang Feihong's face changed, and he wanted to explain something.

"Needless to say!"

The new Foshan chief soldier waved his hand, and said with a solemn face: "As the head coach of the People's League, you have a responsibility that cannot be shirked, and Huang Feihong will give you two choices now......