Li Zhitao led the jury to ambush.

The entrance to the southwest corner can be used as bunkers on both sides, while the west wall is unobstructed.

Judge which is better and which is inferior.

But Li Zhitao and the others only took advantage of it slightly, and the Portuguese soldiers began to shoot and retreat.

At a distance of only a few tens of meters, they left behind more than a dozen corpses, and they successfully retreated to the northwest corner of the Shura Field.

The two sides shot indiscriminately from a distance of 100 meters, and if you look at it from a high altitude, you can see the two corners below, bursting out from time to time, and the fight is lively, and no one is dead.

The Portuguese soldiers in the northwest corner were inevitably a little desperate.

Someone said: "Divide half of the men, go to the southeast corner battery for help, let them go around and surround the southwest corner battery." ”

It's a war fought in circles.

He thought that the Portuguese soldiers on the fort in the southeast corner were still surviving, after all, they were still insulting downwards just now.

Just do it, half of the Portuguese soldiers, halfway along the north wall, happened to run into Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin dodged to the side, and then followed behind them, running while reducing their personnel.

In this way, when they were about to be wiped out, they did not notice that there was anything wrong.

Until the last person, he tilted his head slightly and said, "Why is there no movement at all?" ”

He had just turned around, his brow ached, and he lost consciousness.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look at the corpses all over the ground, turned his head and continued to run.

In the northwest corner of the fort, the night was disturbed by the sound of pursuing gunfire, the torches inserted in the drainage holes were depleted, and the moon in the sky was also frightened into the clouds, and only the tongue of fire occasionally illuminated the surroundings.

The black-haired, curly Portuguese soldier had just finished firing his bullets and pulled back to pull the bolt, and his teammates were on top of him to prevent the fire from being interrupted.

He wiped a handful of sweat from his face, and his nose was filled with the smell of seawater, burnt, entrails, and blood.

He was undoubtedly lucky in the four-sided turret that seemed to be in a death loop, still alive, and even seemed to have hit the arm of a gunman on the opposite side just now, because after he had finished firing a shot, he felt the muzzle of the gun on the opposite side suddenly rise and shoot a shot into the air.

After loading the bolt, he looked up behind him, and was shocked to find that the shadowy formation of his comrades had disappeared in the darkness.

A sense of fear of a black hole suddenly arose in his heart, and there seemed to be a great danger lurking in the darkness.

"There are enemies ......"

Those were the last words he spoke.

The rest of the Portuguese soldiers turned their heads in surprise and found that the Portuguese soldiers who were clinging to the pheasants had fallen one by one.

Starting from the periphery, whether it is raising a gun to resist or shooting, it will not stop their death.

In an instant, despair spread in the endless darkness.

There seems to be only one way out, and that is to leave the northwest corner and enter the Western Wall.

Behind him is an invisible black hole that devours human life, and in front of him is a visible bullet that the Adjudicator can live in.

All the surviving Portuguese soldiers weighed it up and rushed to the Western Wall.

People are still more afraid of the unknown.

On the other side, the blowing water pony clutched his arm that had been bitten by a bullet and shouted, "They're rushing over." ”

Just now, when he was unlucky, when he was shooting, he was hit by a bullet, and the flesh was provoked and rolled up, and the blood flowed profusely.

But in the noisy environment and tense atmosphere, the blowing water pony does not feel much pain.

Li Zhitao pulled him away, fired a shot from his own top, and a Portuguese soldier running forward.

Li Zhitao found that when a Portuguese soldier ran to this side, he turned around and fired a shot.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was hesitating to chase him out, was startled, and the bullets fired by the Portuguese soldiers passed by him, striking the city wall in the northwest corner with sparks flying everywhere.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't go out, so he simply lit a cigar and sat on the pheasant wall and waited for the adjudication team to exhaust the poor stragglers.

The gunfire didn't last long, and Li Zhitao brought someone out to check if there were still live mouths to mend the knife.

Zhao Chuanxin took off the shadow cloak and didn't move, but just took out the wind lamp and lit it at the leeward place with a match, and stood on top of the pheasant.

Blowing water horse came with his arms in his arms: "Master, are you okay?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and spit out a cigarette: "Decrepit boy, hang the lottery?" ”

The blowing water foal smiled and bared his teeth: "It's just a small injury for a man." ”

Li Zhitao rushed over, and Zhao Chuanxin handed him a medicine box made of oak wood: "Disinfect and bandage the wound of the blowing water horse." ”

When Li Zhitao and Blowing Water Ju went to Lugang Town to "study", they had already mastered these skills.

Li Zhitao said to Zhao Chuanxin while stitching up the blowing water horse: "Master, there may be people in the three-story tower in the center." ”

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "You send someone to search, in a group of several people, and act carefully." ”

He fought from day to night, and he was also a little tired.

It may be that the battle is over, and the moonlight in the sky comes out of the scattered clouds again, and the cold light shines on the forts, in addition to the blood stains all over the ground, there are some cigarette cases, matches, wine bottles, and even needles and threads scattered all over the ground because their pockets have been chopped up.

Zhao leaned over and picked up a large Mexican silver dollar with an eagle and snake motif, a relic of a Portuguese soldier stained with blood.

I don't know what I thought, Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

The rest of the adjudicators who were cleaning the battlefield looked at the head in awe.

When he smiled strangely cold, they couldn't help but shudder.

They scolded happily and fought lively, but in fact, most of the Portuguese soldiers on the fort died at the hands of this man.

The four words of murder are rendered with a strong personal color.

Such a person, maybe when he goes down to the Yama Palace, the king of Yama will give him a little thin noodles when he sees it, because he can't afford to provoke him.

"Master, give you water." A member of the jury flattered the ground with a water bladder.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the handprints mixed with mud and blood on the water bladder, and shook his head: "I will never be thirsty in my life." ”

“……”

Not long after, Li Zhitao brought people back: "Master, no one is left, they are all dead." ”

"Good." Zhao Chuanxin's body was shocked, and he was already convinced at this time that this island seemed to be really surnamed Zhao. "Lead people to clean up the battlefield, we will rest on the fort tonight, and we can't let the Portuguese occupy it anymore."

He's had enough of playing hide and seek.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't join in the fun with everyone, in order to avoid the earth-shattering snoring, he went to the top of the tower, took out a blanket casually, wrapped himself and fell asleep.

Paper pigs on the roof of the eaves of the police area.

Early the next morning.

The Portuguese residents of the church and the pastor of the nearby church in Santiago, who had barely slept all night, quietly went out when the fish belly turned white in the east.

They hesitated and gathered in front of Fengshuntang Street.

Finally the priest straightened the Roman collar around his neck and said, "Go, perhaps the Governor of Rosada, who has taught the barbarians a lesson, or perhaps they are celebrating victory, and we can ask for a drink of victory." ”

Someone smiled very reluctantly and said, "But I heard rumors of deserters that Rosada had been killed by Zhao Chuanxin's butcher." ”

Apparently, he had Portuguese deserters hiding in his house.

The priest's face turned stern: "Don't talk nonsense, God bless Portugal." ”

The group came to Avenida da Southway, and the priest was the leader, walking in the front.

In the land of the East, almost any preacher from the West will be reduced to the vanguard of the invaders.

While they preach God's charity, they also probe the truth and the truth of foreign lands, and then bring about the scourge of the sword.

The pastor's firm steps seemed to give confidence to the Portuguese behind him.

They saw that on this side of the road, there were some blood stains, but there were no corpses, just Ma Ma Lai Lai, whose walls had been hit by heavy machine guns, and it looked like a bad battle.

Walking through the streets, the priest saw the horrific corpses behind the makeshift positions.

It was all Portuguese soldiers.

The most conspicuous thing was in the center of the position, a German-made command knife, which firmly nailed Rossada to the ground.

"Open your eyes, O God, these strange and filthy savages, what have they done......" the priest was stunned, weeping and wailing.

The rest of the Portuguese people looked at the corpse of Rosada, in the center of the field, silently.

The only thing that was lucky for Rosanda was that he was dead, not torn apart by the metal frenzy, not split in half by the elven carver.

And on the Fort, the Tribunal was cooking.

Zhao Chuanxin called Li Zhitao and Blowing Water Horse.

"You say, who is more reasonable to garrison this place on Ao Island?"

Li Zhitao is the marshal of the adjudication team, and it is impossible for him to set up another mountain.

Blowing Water Horse's eyes lit up: "Master, do you think I will succeed?" ”

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated even more, looked at the trouser leg pulled up by the blowing water horse and said, "There is no hair on the legs, and the work is not firm." ”

What's that?

Blowing the water horse is directly stunned, no hair on the mouth is immature, no hair on the legs can mean something?

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it, and his eyes lit up: "I want to form a militia here, and you will be the head of the regiment in the future." Ao Dao will open a branch of Xuantian Sect, I will transfer Li Ziyu to come, he will be promoted from Elder Keqing to Elder, Prime Minister All affairs here, you will obey him. ”

"What? That fake foreign devil? The blowing water horse was very dissatisfied: "How can he be virtuous?" ”

Li Ziyu's thinking is Western-style, after all, he is a person who has stayed in a Western military academy.

Very early, Li Ziyu grew his hair, no longer had a yin and yang head, and he looked like a dog in a suit and leather shoes every day.

was slandered as a fake foreign devil by Li Zhitao and Blowing Water Horse and others.

"Do you want to do it? If you don't do it, I'll change people, our Xuantian Sect is full of talents, and you're not the only one. ”

Blowing water horse immediately said unashamedly: ", why don't you do it?" It's true that there are many talents, but it's still rare for someone as knowledgeable as me. ”

Zhao Chuanxin pulled his unkempt hair back, picked up the bowl and drank the white porridge: "In this case, blow the water horse, you take people to Jiu'ao, call the militia back, let them be responsible for liaison, and gather the people who are willing to join the militia to resist the foreign powers."

Da Vat Tao, you send someone to send a telegram to Li Guangzong, asking him to arrange for Li Ziyu to come to Macao.

By the way, divide some people and go to the governor's palace to control it, so that no one can fish in troubled waters and sweep away the things there......"

In addition to these, it is necessary to find someone to collect the corpses.

In other places, Zhao Chuanxin can be killed or buried, but Aodao has changed his surname now, and it can be regarded as his own territory.

It's a big mess waiting to be dealt with.

Li Zhitao and Blowing Water are not that material, and Zhao Chuanxin is not good at logistics and housekeeping.

He explained everything he could think of, and set up tables, chairs and benches in the southeast corner of the fort, and arranged them in the center.

Before the tea was made, a few fast horses galloped from afar.

The leader was dressed in an officer's robe, wearing an official hat, with a white face, two drooping beards on his lips, thin and curved eyebrows, and deep eyelids.

Looks like he's in his thirties and has very well-maintained skin.

He rolled over and dismounted, and went straight to the battery. A member of the adjudication panel came to Tong Bing: "The head, an official of the Qing court, claiming to be Li Zhun, the admiral of the Guangdong Navy, wants to see you." ”

Zhao Chuanxin had already seen it: "Bring him over." ”

Li Zhun came to the southeast corner of the fort and saw a tall young man sitting on a bench, his left leg stretched horizontally, his right leg stretched out at will, and a book in his left hand, the title of which was "Chu Ci".

The thumb of his right hand rubbed the bottom of the bowl, which swirled on the table, but the water did not spill out at all.

I didn't even look up at him.

Li Zhun clenched his fists: "Mr. Zhao." ”

Zhao Chuanxin's identity is too special, non-official and non-civilian, and he doesn't seem to have heard of him having words, so it's not appropriate to call him, so according to the widely circulated name of the people - Mr. Zhao.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the bench opposite: "Come, sit." ”

Then he turned his head and complained to the members of the adjudication team who were standing solemnly next to him: "In the future, if you come to the door without gifts, you will just blow it away, and you really don't have any eyesight." ”

Li Zhun: "......"

(End of chapter)