"Quick! Hurry up and help the mourning family return to the palace! ”

Xingzhen hurriedly shouted.

"Little Buddha, aren't we going to watch it?" Li Lianying asked intently.

How interesting it is to burn foreigners, isn't it a pity to just leave?

"The mourning family is a good-hearted bodhisattva, and he can't listen to the call of animals!"

Xingzhen covered her heart and said busily, "And from the perspective of the mourning family, maybe there will be a big one later today, what the master wants, we have to find a way to pack it quickly!" ”

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Rumble!

Rumble!

Wilson covered his ears and ran desperately.

The incendiary bombs were as terrible as they were described in the newspapers.

Anyone who is contaminated with the flame of white phosphorus will be ignited, and even the bone marrow will be burned dry.

If you want to survive such a terrible attack, you can only find a way to find cover.

But the location of this bombing point that the Ming people were looking for was obviously carefully chosen.

Because of its proximity to Kyoshi, the nearby forests were cut down to prevent the besieging side from building engineering equipment on site.

This is the basic common sense of ancient city defense.

So much so that in history, when the Eight-Nation Coalition entered Beijing, it asked the locals to help provide ladders.

In fact, even if there are forests, given the drought level in northern China, once it is set on fire, people and trees will be burned.

However, the tree is innocent, and this was avoided as much as possible when making the battle plan.

Here, there were no trees, no ponds, no wide ditches, only the withered yellow crops growing in the fields, and the few farmhouses that had been vacated long ago.

A few Indians got into the pigsty and were charred along with the pigsty and the innocent piglets inside.

So much so that when the corpse was processed in the later stage, it was impossible to distinguish which one was a human and which one was a pig, so they had to be buried together.

In such a situation, military discipline is no longer useful.

Everybody is doing irregular Brownian motion.

On the contrary, Sharma, whose ears were pierced by deafness, loyally pulled the Armstrong cannon and walked in the direction of Beijing.

In fact, if it is an elite British Army, and after relevant training, Wilson is still sure to control the situation.

Although the feeling of oppression caused by the plane is powerful, when you think about it rationally, it is not much more terrifying than queuing up to be shot.

The discipline and courage of two groups of men approaching to fifty yards and firing their guns at each other, or rather, the repeated training to numb the soldiers to perform the prescribed mechanical movements, also allowed them to move forward with the bombs overhead.

The only thing that needs to be improved is the density of the team.

The tactic of advancing in line was completely eliminated after the Ming and Franco-French wars and the Franco-Prussian wars.

The French proved for themselves that the afterglow of the line was gone, and that skirmishers were the only viable means of heavy firepower.

But the training method is still the same.

It is feasible to train soldiers who face machine guns, bombard overhead and do not retreat.

Unfortunately, Wilson's colonial soldiers were neither trained nor disciplined.

Headless Indians run around like flies.

There were even a few Indian soldiers with white phosphorus fire on their bodies running towards the commanders.

Wilson and Wilson's associates decisively shot them at a distance.

During this period, Wilson and some other British soldiers did not fail to try to raise their guns and shoot into the sky.

Rifles to jerk off are not entirely impossible.

After all, today's planes are still very stretched.

It's a pity that the plane pulled the crotch, and the rifle in Wilson's hand also pulled the crotch.

At a distance of 200~300 meters, the accuracy of horizontal shooting cannot be guaranteed, let alone shooting towards the sky.

There have even been cases of bullets falling, causing accidental injuries.

Fortunately, there are still too few planes in the Ming Kingdom.

After three rounds of bomb dropping, the strange flying machines made a few circles in the sky and flew towards the east.

Wilson, who had survived, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I was lucky not to be buried in the fire.

Looking up, or without even looking up, smelling the disgusting aroma of roast meat in the air, Wilson could imagine what a miserable situation it was.

"Immediately gather the troops and go to Beijing to rest!"

Wilson gave the order.

The scattered and fleeing troops gradually converged.

Whether it is Ah San or a foreigner, if he breaks away from the army and walks alone in the countryside of North China, where there are many boxers, he will definitely be killed.

So they were also very interested in not running far, and took the initiative to return to the team.

By the evening, more than 20,000 people had gathered.

As expected!

Wilson breathed a sigh of relief.

The Akito's bombing only looked ferocious, but in reality the damage was limited.

Of course, the terrible punishment of heaven fell from the sky, and such an apocalyptic scene is self-evident for the psychological trauma.

The vast majority of the British troops were sitting on the ground at this time, their eyes blank, as if they were frightened.

"General Wilson!"

Just when the army was tired and difficult, the nobles of the Eight Banners finally confirmed their safety and ran over to work with cattle and sheep.

"Tyranny doesn't talk about martial virtues, and it is really shameless to sneak attack the heroes of the British Empire!"

The leader is Qingjun Wang Yixuan, who is Yiyi's peer.

Historically, Yi Liang was supported by Cixi and took over Yi Li's position.

But here, Yi Liang has become Yi Li's number one lackey, as the regent's representative came to comfort the British.

Chinese food tastes good, but Wilson is not in the mood to eat.

He hurriedly asked the translator to say: "The air raid of the Ming Kingdom is just a bluff, and now our British army must immediately enter the city to rest and prevent a possible land attack by the Ming!" ”

As the real gravedigger of the Manchu Qing Dynasty and the first embezzler of the late Qing Dynasty who was comparable to Heshen, Yixuan knew nothing about military affairs.

Hearing that the foreigner was serious, he hurriedly asked the people to help support the frightened British soldiers into the city.

On the city tower, Xingzhen has long since left.

On the contrary, the Manchu nobles who had welcomed foreigners into the city downstairs before now hid in the city tower.

Of course, these are the more stupid nobles.

Those who have brains have been preparing to bow for a long time.

Devil Six has also prepared the family to salute and the carriage that can leave at any time.

But for now, he must stay here.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the foreigners are here, and the blue sky is there!"

He pulled a little white face with oily hair and powder, and said impassionedly, "The Ming people are ferocious and burn the camp, but I am a water virtue in the Qing Dynasty, and I am not afraid of fire!" This king is here, and the third son of Prime Minister Churchill is also here! We vow to live and die with Beijing! ”

Devil Six has good acting skills, wearing a full set of lightning rod armor, and there is a little bit of martial arts.

Randolph Churchill, beside him, was pale, his legs trembling, and his crotch was getting wet.

After falling out with the Prince of Wales because of the mistress incident, Randolph Churchill was arranged by his father to be a minister in Beijing.

That's a fat gap.

Churchill Sr. approved aid to the Qing Dynasty in Downing Street, and Randolph contracted the project in Beijing, and in turn fabricated some materials to help his father brush up his political achievements and build himself into an iron-blooded strongman in the Far East.

The father and son made a lot of money, cooperated happily, and the cycle went back and forth, comparable to a perpetual motion machine.

A rare sect and the Ukrainian prince are difficult to match.

But Randolph Churchill really didn't think that one day he would live and die with the city of Beijing!

Devil Six's plan to run away was not told to the British.

Told the British, will he still be able to run away?

Fortunately, more than 20,000 British troops were about to enter the city outside the city, and Randolph Churchill's mentality was a little more relaxed.

It seems that my father is right, the Air Force is just a trick, and only the Army and Navy can really decide what to do.

Just when the devils were carrying Randolph Churchill and preparing to go downstairs to meet the king, suddenly in the dusk of the night, there seemed to be a long snake moving.

Suddenly, the torches lit up, and countless Liaodong accents, Mongolian accents, Anhui accents, and Southern Jiangsu accents, mixed with some Taijun accents, sounded: "The first Baturu of the Great Qing Dynasty, Tongliao Khan, the chief soldier of Shanhaiguan, the prince of Sot Namu Pengsuke, was ordered by the Qing monarch to kill the thieves of the Great Qing Dynasty, Ai Xinjue Luo and a cadre, etc., those who know the times, surrender quickly!" ”

On a handsome Mongolian horse, the prince of Sotna was dressed in a camouflage suit exclusive to the Ming puppet army, listening to the shouts of killing Aixinjue Luo in his ears and being on the side of the Qing monarch of the Great Qing Kingdom, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all.

He pulled the reins of his horse and said to a middle-aged man next to him who was wearing two sets of top-of-the-line body armor and two large and small helmets: "Brother Shaoquan, this time I have wronged your brother Huaijun!" ”

Li Hongzhang Li Shaoquan smiled disapprovingly: "A little thin name, it's okay, it's okay, after doing what you are doing here, you and I will join forces together, and seek a place to live in Tongliao and Southern Tang with outside the territory, which is the right thing." ”

Sotna nodded.

He knew that what Li Hongzhang said was right.

Although Liaodong is good, it is not a place to stay for a long time.

Only by jumping out of the territory can it be tolerated by the Ming Dynasty.

However, he also knew that he and the Li family were both more vegetable, not as vigorous as Zuo Zongtang.

At this time, if you don't have a group, when will you stay?

In the evening, the Mongol-Tang coalition army descended from the sky, and the British army, which was blinded by the air raid, and the Manchu army, which opened its door, were suddenly shocked.

Sotena raised his horn, his long knife forward, and shouted: "Shame in front of the snow and eight miles of bridge, the opportunity for the foreign devils is in this dynasty, and the prince will smash them!" ”