CHAPTER XXXI

The Death of Shaolin

Accompanied by Mr. Luo Qian, Gu Beijing strode into the Shaolin Temple from the main gate. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info passes, there is a corpse every few meters, there are monks, there are Qing soldiers, but more are the corpses of monks.

Although the monks can proudly claim that they can fight ten in one-on-one combat, this is useless, in front of the Qing army's firearms, as long as the martial arts are not high to a certain level, they can only become victims of lead bullet and gunpowder.

After all, it was the East that could be unscathed under the volley of muskets, and these monks were obviously neither women nor cleansed, so there was no reason to live at all.

As time passed, the Qing musketeers began to become more and more proficient, and whenever a monk rushed out of his house and wanted to kill a few Tartars before he died, they were often greeted with a volley of guns.

After the soldiers have fired the bullets, they do not care about the outcome of the battle, but simply retreat to the team and finally reload the gunpowder, giving up the attack position to the soldiers who have not yet fired.

Occasionally, a few monks who were not dead would let out a low howl and soon have their necks neatly cut off by the hand-to-hand fighters who followed them.

Even the Arhat Array, which had high hopes for the Shaolin abbot Zhishan Zen Master, was quickly defeated in front of the three-stage shooting method of the shotspearmen, and after leaving behind dozens of corpses and seriously injured people, the remaining monks fled in a hurry, not knowing where to hide.

However, as it went deeper and deeper, the resistance of the monks became stronger and stronger, and it could even be called crazy. Many young monks, who were nothing more than ordinary monks, rushed to the front, using their bodies to give the trained monks a chance to fight in close combat. Relying on this bloody tactic, the casualties of the Qing soldiers suddenly increased.

Gu Beijing held the gun steadily, kept shooting, and in less than twenty seconds, the twelve bullets in the gun were all shot out by him. In return, three monks and one Qing soldier were immortalized, and several people were injured, with the medical conditions of this era, even if the injured were willing to choose to amputate their limbs, I am afraid that they may not be able to survive.

At the moment of arriving at the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Gu Beijing suddenly felt a burst of danger, subconsciously took a few steps back, and pushed a soldier on his side fiercely, the soldier was caught off guard, and immediately staggered, and then his head flew up, and blood spurted out of Lao Gao, drenching the body of a white-bearded old monk with blood red.

Luo Qianzong suddenly looked like a male duck who was choked by the neck, and screamed in surprise: "Come on, give it to me, kill this old thief, the reward will be one hundred taels, and the official will be promoted to one level." ”

The old monk was furious when he heard this, so he left Gu Beijing and slashed towards Luo Qianzong when he mentioned it. The two Goshha under the command of Luo Qian endured their fear, drew their knives and stepped forward, but they didn't even survive a move, and their throats were cut by the old monk on the spot.

The old monk smiled disdainfully, flashed in front of Luo Qian, raised the knife in his hand, and saw that he was about to kill Luo Qianzong on the spot, but unexpectedly cut it into the air. It turned out that he was avoided by Luo Qian's short body at the last moment, and only a piece of scalp was cut off.

Although Luo Qianzong is obese and full of fat intestines, he is also from a martial arts background, and there are still a few points left in the ability to lift a stone lock to open a hard bow.

Seeing this opportunity, the eight-armed Arhat on the side refused to let it go, raised his hand and threw out several hidden weapons, the old monk barely dodged, but after all, he was cut in the back by a Qing soldier who asked for money and didn't want his life.

But the soldier didn't end well, just the moment he slashed the old monk, the old monk turned around and stabbed, inertia with his own strength, directly split his head in half with the hat.

Facing the old monk who killed the god of hell, everyone was terrified, and for a while, no one dared to step forward.

Seeing this scene, Gu Beijing snorted coldly, secretly raised his pistol, and shot seven shots at the old monk, each shot was in a different direction, and if he looked closely, he completely blocked the old monk's retreat.

The eight-armed Arhat also threw out more than a dozen hidden weapons one after another, and more than a dozen musketeers barely lined up in a crooked line, tilting their firepower towards the old monk......

The old monk's body was splashed with several blood splashes, but because his gray monk's robe had already been dyed red, it was impossible to tell whether it was his blood or the blood of the enemy.

The old monk who stood at the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall like a mountain smiled miserably: "Senior brother abbot, the little monk will go first." Nan no Master Shakyamuni Buddha. ”

After speaking, the old monk did not move again. The sergeants looked at each other, but none of them dared to move.

Luo Qian glared angrily at the soldiers under him, snatched a three-bucket bow from a soldier, raised his hand and an arrow, and hit the old monk's chest. Under the force of the impact, the old monk fell to the ground with a bang.

"Are you afraid of even a dead man? A bunch of waste. Give it all to me, kill the best old bald donkey, and reward five hundred taels of silver. ”

Gu Beijing was already disappointed with the poor performance of the Qing army, in the end, it was not a modern army, and the soldiers still had their own emotions. If it had been replaced by modern European armies whose ability to think has been worn out by leather whips, they would have rushed up at the orders of their officers and chopped the old monks into pulp.

"The Great Hall of Majesty...... Inform Ma Ning'er that he can appear on the stage. I think that the best old monk must have been wonderful when he saw his expression. Gu Beijingyin laughed, and then asked, "Have you found the Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple?" ”

"My lord, I found it. But the defense there is tight, and several of our brothers have already been killed on the spot by the Qing Zen Master......" A Qing soldier who turned out of nowhere leaned over and reported, and suddenly, the Qing soldier rose up and stabbed Gu Beijing in the abdomen.

Gu Beijing only felt a pain in his abdomen, and subconsciously raised his foot and kicked out, kicking the Qing soldier to the ground, only to find that the "Qing soldier" was actually a bald head.

Before the monk who had been lurking could say a word, several soldiers who reacted quickly rushed up and hacked the monk to death. This skillful bullying of the soft and afraid of the hard, and the skill of beating the water dog stunned Gu Beijing.

"A good Shaolin Temple, a good Shaolin Temple. There are so many people who dare to die. Gu Beijing muttered, he still underestimated the defense strength of the Shaolin Temple, but according to the easy destruction of the Shaolin Temple in the original plot, he thought that this was completely an armed parade, if it wasn't for the fact that he was wearing a bulletproof vest, the knife just now would be enough to make him lose most of his combat effectiveness.

However, the strength of this old monk is definitely not low, at least it will not be worse than the eight-armed Arhat, but ...... With only 500 bonus points, what's the fuss? Don't...... Is it because the natives of the world are involved?

PS: Some friends may have some questions about the weapons of the Qing army, because it is too cumbersome, I will not popularize science, the Qing army's firearms penetration rate is the highest in all generations, and sometimes hand-to-hand combat soldiers and shotguns can reach one to one or even more. Although the guns of the Qing army were somewhat behind the iron cannons, that is, the European muskets, there was absolutely no generation difference as some people believed, but the reloading was slightly slower and the rate of fire was slightly lower. Moreover, the last thing the Qing army was afraid of was lining up to be shot, and what they were most afraid of was hand-to-hand combat. During the Qing-British War, the Qing army dared to use casting to cut corners, and the shore defense guns that might blow up at any time fired at the British warships, but once the British army landed and approached within 20 steps, the Qing army was absolutely scattered. On the one hand, the lobster soldiers fired a salvo within thirty yards of the invincible European opponents, inflicting the greatest casualties on the enemy, and on the other hand, the accuracy of the muskets was too poor, and not many people died in a day, but hand-to-hand combat ...... Ahem