Speaking of the Marines of the Navy, Gong Changyu was not unfamiliar at all. In his opinion, in fact, it is not a new term, a new gadget, but a naval division riding an ironclad battleship, equipped with a new type of rapid-fire artillery, from the water to attack targets on land, to land is the army, can amphibious operations, to put it bluntly, it is superior to the land battalion and the water battalion of a "new branch".

When Gong Changyu attacked the water camp of the Blue Wolf Army at Tangdukou, he also adopted the model of "infantry army as water division", of course, his branch of the army is not called the Marine Corps, but the "Water Leopard Team". These soldiers are good at swimming in the water, and at the same time have the ability to fight in the mountains, so Gong Changyu valued them very much and came to Panyu to see the power of naval warfare.

"General, there are only about 200 of us, and we are not as tall as the Eagle Strike Li people, and we will suffer a lot in hand-to-hand combat." The black handsome Huang Qinggong finally calmed down.

"Hei Dashuai, let's not rush first, find out the whereabouts and entry and exit times of these Eagle Strike Li mercenaries, and then destroy them individually." Gong Changyu frowned, "Otherwise, we can directly enter the Governor's Mansion and take them to the nest." ”

"General, how many rapid-fire muskets do we have?" Zhang Weijun asked.

"I don't have a count, probably less than a hundred rapid-fire muskets." Gong Changyu pulled out his revolver, "If only there were fifty such pistols." ”

"Yes, now Panyu City is controlled by the Eagle Strike Li people, and I don't know where the old guy from Prince Fu ran to?" Hei Dashuai kicked away the coconut fruit on the ground, he really wanted to cut off the heads of those blonde and blue-eyed foreign devils and make a night pot! ”

"Black Marshal, we have to see the gap between the equipment of the Qinghe Army and the foreign army, with a big sword and a spear, our land camp of the Qinghe Army is absolutely the first, but the Gentiles don't eat us. After nearly 100 years of industrial innovation, they have thrown us off more than a dozen streets......" Zhu Rongchu said childishly.

"Cousin, you're hearsay, aren't you?" Gong Changyu said with a smile.

Zhu Rongchu took out a yellowed volume of "Atlas of the Sea Kingdom" from his bosom, and said that it was written by a thinker in our Baocheng Mansion, who was the first person in the Qing Heguo to open his eyes to the world, and put forward the view that the master of Yi had long skills to control the country, but it was not taken seriously by the Daoli Emperor.

"Brother, what do you mean by a thinker?" Gong Changyu took the book of "Atlas of the Sea Kingdom" and flipped through it casually.

"Well, let me think about it...... How can I tell you? It's too professional, and I'm afraid you won't understand. It's too earthy, and I'm afraid you will misunderstand me. Zhu Rong Chuhan said with a smile.

"You're my brother, but it doesn't hurt to say it." Gong Changyu stalled his hands.

"Big brother, do you think I'm saying it's a little more popular, or a little more esoteric." Zhu Rongchu opened the first page of the book.

"Whatever you want." Gong Changyu waved his hand, smiling rather than smiling.

"Okay. A thinker is a person who has an original view of the objective reality and is self-contained. Because they solve the problems that people encounter in their lives, and in the process gradually understand themselves and the universe, thinkers generally refer to influential philosophers......"

Zhu Rongchu pointed to the ground for a while, and looked at the sky for a while, because he said it too professionally, Gong Changyu and the others had no way to understand it at all, such as the universe, self, philosophy and other words.

"In this world, they will always have the least number of people, but they will always have the greatest impact on human civilization, they were born into a minority, but they live for all......" Zhu Rongchu shook his head and said.

"Brother Rong Chu, can you give a few examples of thinkers?" The sleepy Gong Changyu yawned.

"Confucius, Lao Tzu, Han Feizi...... The founders of the Three Religions and the Nine Streams were all thinkers. Their words have been passed down through the ages, that is, thoughts. Do you understand? Zhu Rongsen asked.

Gong Changyu, Hei Dashuai, Zhang Weijun, and Liu Dawei, you look at me, I look at you, they all shook their heads and said they didn't understand.

"Looks like I'm talking too high, I'll have to do it differently." Zhu Rongchu didn't think about who his audience was, and wanted to continue.

"Brother, don't say it. If you say it, it's nothing. The thinker is what I say, you agree with my point of view, and then you take my words as the criterion, and behave in the world according to my words, and then affect your life path, right? Gong Changyu said clearly.

"Big brother, you have a very high understanding." Zhu Rongchu couldn't help but praise Gong Changyu.

In fact, it's not about Gong Changyu's understanding, in his opinion, thinkers just use their brains to think about problems and say something reasonable, but they are higher than the average level, it's that simple. He even thinks that his "wife" Feng Jiaoer is a thinker who has influenced the trajectory of his life.

After talking about the complex philosophical question of thinkers, Gong Changyu returned to the issue of how to deal with the Eagle Strike mercenaries. Whether it was a sneak attack or a hard fight, several people argued.

At this time, an old man from Panyu City arrived at the gate of the camp, in his sixties, five short statures, and a little pockmarked on his dark face, and the soldiers in the camp stopped him: "Our general is discussing important matters, and he is not allowed to enter." ”

The old man waved his hand, and several young and strong young men carrying two wooden boxes also arrived outside the camp. The old man spoke in Cantonese: "Master Jun, I'm here to give the general a musket, please be sure to tell the general."

The guard insisted on not letting the old man in, and in a hurry, he grabbed a "*" from the wooden box, saying that if the general didn't come out again, he would blow up the camp!

When Gong Chang heard the sound, he hurriedly left the camp, grabbed the old man's hand tightly with both hands, and didn't know how to speak, because he couldn't understand Cantonese.

The old man said "musket" and "*" several times in a row, but Gong Changyu still didn't understand.

Hei Dashuai only understood the word "*", he took a few soldiers, opened the wooden box and looked, oh my God, it's really *, thunderball! The black boss exclaimed.

Hei Dashuai clicked on the thunderbolts, and there were only about 20 in total, which was a little disappointed.

The old man had no choice but to smile and say in non-standard Chinese, "This thunderbolt took me and a few of my grandsons a day to make, these muskets were smuggled from Hengqin Island, and the latest muskets have done their best, I hope they can help you."

"Old man, why don't you give these weapons to Prince Fu of the Governor's Palace?" Gong Changyu asked.

"General, that dog officer can't do anything but scavenge the people's fat and ointment, and he has run away, where can I find him?" The old man was angry.

"Oh, I see." Gong Changyu nodded, he suddenly remembered that Prince Fu was a guy who bullied the weak and was afraid of the hard, and in front of the foreign army, as soon as the cannon on the warship sounded, he ran away.

"General, now those Eagle Strike Li people have imprisoned a group of women in the Governor's Palace, and are going to be sent to Nanyang, we must rescue them quickly." The old man said anxiously.

"What? The Eagle Strike Li people have captured our sisters, and they are too arrogant to act recklessly on the land of our Qinghe country, I have to meet them, the sailors and marines! Gong Changyu grabbed a thunderbolt from the wooden box and wanted to throw it.

"General, you can't use it here." The old man stopped Gong Changyu.

"Old man, I'm going to attack the Governor's Mansion now, can you lead the way for us?" Gong Changyu put down the thunderbolt.

"I'm old, and my legs and feet are inconvenient. Let my grandson, Ah Yao, take you there. However, those Eagle Strike Li mercenaries are very cunning, and they can't enter the Governor's Palace during the day, so they have to wait until it gets dark. The old man pulled a young man to Gong Changyu......

At night, Gong Changyu took 200 soldiers under the guidance of Ah Yao, and put two teams of soldiers, one led by Gong Shengdi, and quietly touched the backyard of the yamen of the governor's mansion, and climbed over the wall one by one to find the women who were imprisoned.

The other team, led by Gong Changyu himself, went directly to the front gate of the Governor's Palace. But the front door is closed, the courtyard wall is very high, and ordinary people have no way to climb up, of course, this is not difficult for Gong Changyu.

One was not tall enough, there were two people, two were not enough, three people, shoulder to shoulder, the first ten soldiers reached the high wall, and under the cover of the moonlight, these soldiers entered the governor's palace silently.

On both sides of the gate, there were two mercenaries with a height of more than 1.8 meters, and these two foreign devils drank a lot of wine, leaning crookedly against the door, smoking cigars leisurely. It's this firework that exposes their location.

As soon as Zhang Weijun waved his hand, Liu Dawei and Dai Daniu went around behind the Eagle Strike Li mercenaries, took out short knives, and pointed them across their necks, and immediately lost their blood and fell to the ground like dead pigs.

After solving these two guards, Zhang Weijun hurriedly opened the gate, let Gong Changyu and them in, and then closed the gate again.

At the moment when the gate was closed, a patrol of Eagle Strike Li people came over, and when they saw so many Qinghe troops coming in the courtyard, they shouted: OPEN FIRE! OPEN FIRE！ Immediately gunshots rang out.

"Brothers, give them a thunderbomb to try!" Gong Changyu gave the order.

Zhang Weijun was closest to the patrol, and he quickly threw out a thunderbolt, but it did not explode. Oh no, this thunderbolt is a stink bomb! Throw one more and still no explosion!

The group of eagle strikers lay on the ground, holding their heads one by one, looking at the thunderbolts on the ground to see if they had not exploded, and stood up again one by one.

"You've killed me, old man!" Gong Changyu whispered, quickly pulled out his revolver, aimed at the Eagle Strike Li mercenaries, one shot at a time, and the rest of the people also fired.

A Thunderbolt mercenary stepped on the ground with a kick and fell to the ground, this time the Thunderbolt finally exploded, blowing up the group of Hawk Strike mercenaries in an instant, and a bloody arm fell on Gong Changyu's shoulder.