Yunmeng Cottage, the headquarters of the Chuxia National Salvation Army.

Although Peng Zhenlei is the centurion of the Chuxia National Salvation Army, the Chuxia National Salvation Army has already exceeded 100 people, and there are many young men around him who have joined the Chuxia National Salvation Army.

As a member of the Chuxia National Salvation Army, Feng Qingluan made great contributions. He continued to develop outstanding talents in the Chuxia National Salvation Army and joined the Chuxia National Salvation Association.

Yunmeng Cottage is no longer a bandit's den, and the gate has always been wide open, welcoming the surrounding people to join the Chuxia National Salvation Army.

Wu Shaoguang and Qiu Chunguang, dressed as countrymen, rushed to Yunmeng Cottage with his musketeers.

The sergeants guarding the gate did not suspect their identity, and they easily entered the Yunmeng Cottage.

Standing on the top of Yunmeng Mountain, Wu Shaoguang looked down the mountain and saw a small road winding up, and the terrain was extremely dangerous.

"Qiu joins the army, let's start preparing for action!"

Wu Shaoguang commanded.

Qiu Chunguang agreed and ordered his musketeers. A total of fifty men came, divided into five groups of ten men each, and because the muskets could not be fired continuously, they had to be loaded separately.

"Do you think you're sure?"

Wu Shaoguang was still a little worried.

"Don't worry, Dashuai, we are in a group of ten, and every time we fire a musket, we can knock down ten of them!"

"But, where is Feng Qingluan?"

Wu Shaoguang's purpose was to assassinate Feng Qingluan, who knows which room Feng Qingluan was in.

"Dashuai, do you still recognize Feng Qingluan?"

"Of course I do!"

Qiu Chunguang said: "Don't worry, I have a way, they have a drum over there!" As long as the drum sounds, the people in the cottage will gather! ”

"Okay, I'll go beat the drum!" Wu Shaoguang volunteered.

"I can't help this, Dashuai, I'll come in person!" As he spoke, he told the musketeers to get ready, and he ran to the drum in a few steps, picked up the drumstick, and struck three times in succession.

After the three-way gathering will beat the drum, all the people in the cottage will run over.

Qiu Chunguang quickly ran to Wu Shaoguang's side and whispered: "Dashuai, as long as you see Feng Qingluan, let them shoot, don't worry, these people have definitely never seen a musket and don't know how to deal with it!" ”

Wu Shaoguang nodded, his eyes revealing a fierce light.

"Who's beating the drum?" Feng Qingluan saw Peng Zhenlei hurrying out and asked.

"Brother Feng, I don't know, it should be the enemy under the mountain!" Peng Zhenlei replied.

Peng Zhenlei's answer did not satisfy him, in Yunmeng Cottage, only before the training of the soldiers, the drum of the gathering generals will be sounded, now the time is not right, it is not the time to practice.

Everyone ran to the drum.

"I saw Feng Qingluan!" Wu Shaoguang was looking for Feng Qingluan, and he saw him at a glance.

"Brothers, get ready to shoot, just turn it at that young man!" Qiu Chunguang pointed at Feng Qingluan and gave an order.

"Mr. Feng, there is a smell of gunpowder!" Lin Guang, who was running beside Feng Qingluan, said.

Feng Qingluan had only heard of the musket team, but had not seen the power of the musket team.

The members of the musket team began to pull the trigger.

Ten muskets fired together.

"It's not good, there is the sound of a golden blade breaking the wind!" Lin Guangda shouted, and pounced forward, blocking in front of Feng Qingluan.

There were only screams, and several people were knocked to the ground by the iron sand shot from the muskets.

"No, it's the musketeers!"

Feng Qingluan instantly understood, and shouted loudly, Lin Guang was shot in the chest.

Feng Qingluan knew that it was Lin Guang who blocked the iron sand for him.

The first group of musketeers stepped back to reload gunpowder, and the second group fired at Feng Qingluan.

His intuitive chest ached, and he was also hit by iron sand.

Peng Zhenlei organized the sergeants to fight back, but his sergeants had never seen muskets and were knocked to the ground by the continuous iron sand.

At the moment, the spear machete is useless.

Qiu Chunguang saw that he had defeated Feng Qingluan, and said in a low voice: "Dashuai, we don't have a lot of ammunition, hurry up!" ”

In fact, the sergeants of the Chinese National Salvation Army who were exposed to the outside have been knocked down countless times.

Wu Shaoguang saw that the green dragon flag was still flying high. Pick up a machete, step forward, and chop the flagpole to the ground.

He returned to the musketeers and said to Qiu Chunguang: "Let's withdraw!" ”

The musketeers went down the hill while shooting, and they dealt with the Chuxia National Salvation Army, which was no different from a massacre.

Peng Zhenlei encountered such a scene for the first time, and he panicked for a while.

Wu Shaoguang led the musket team down the mountain.

Peng Zhenlei hurried to see Feng Qingluan.

I saw Feng Qingluan's eyes closed, and blood gushed out of his chest.

Peng Zhenlei is an Orion after all and knows how to bandage wounds.

Feng Qingluan opened her eyes and saw Peng Zhenlei beside her.

"This is Wu Shaoguang's musket team, I can't imagine it is so powerful!"

"Mr. Feng, I didn't protect you well!" Peng Zhenlei fell into deep self-blame.

Feng Qingluan endured the pain.

"Zhenlei, it's my underestimation, I didn't expect Wu Shaoguang to attack our Yunmeng cottage, it's a pity that our good sergeant!"

Feng Qingluan suddenly remembered something and shouted loudly: "Lin Guang, Lin Guang!" ”

Peng Zhenlei said bitterly: "Brother Feng, Lin Guang is too seriously injured and is no longer alive!" ”

Feng Qingluan's heart was shocked, knowing that Lin Guang was trying to save him.

"Lin Guang, I will definitely avenge you!" Feng Qingluan swore to the sky.

Fan Cheng's face was full of tears, but in fact, he was also seriously injured.

Wu Shaoguang's sneak attack, the Chuxia National Salvation Army lost hundreds of people.

Feng Qingluan was seriously injured, and passed out several times, and the wound was red, swollen and suppurated.

I looked for Lang Zhong, and Lang Zhong said that he had iron sand in his body, and he couldn't take out the iron sand, so he was afraid of infection and life-threatening.

How to take the iron sand, Lang Zhong has no choice, he knows that the iron sand has been embedded in the bones.

Peng Zhenlei looked at the unconscious Feng Qingluan, and there was nothing to do for a while.

Yunmeng Cottage suffered such a big change, and some of the sergeants of the Chuxia National Salvation Army went down the mountain one after another.

Peng Zhenlei understood that if it continued, the Chuxia National Salvation Army would be in danger of annihilation.

Feng Qingluan was still unconscious, and her forehead was hot.

When Peng Zhenlei was depressed, someone told him that a middle-aged Taoist chief came down the mountain and could save Feng Qingluan.

Although Peng Zhenlei was a little skeptical, he still personally went out of Yunmeng Cottage and invited the Taoist chief up the mountain.

When he saw the Dao Elder Immortal Wind Dao Bone, he knew that he was sure that his Dao skills were strong.

When the Dao Chief saw Feng Qingluan, he hurriedly untied the bandage of his wound. Feng Qingluan's wound was red and swollen.

The Taoist took out a bright knife, lit the candle again, and burned the knife on the candle fire, and then gently cut his red and swollen wound.

Feng Qingluan sighed, woke up in pain!

He opened his eyes and looked at the Dao Chief!

"Feng Qingluan, I can't think of it, it's me!" The Taoist smiled slightly.

In pain, Feng Qingluan exclaimed.

"Daoist Sima Yan, why are you here?" As soon as the words fell, the pain in the wound was unbearable, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Don't talk!" This old Taoist is Sima Yan, he took out a piece of swarthy black iron and put it on Feng Qingluan's wound, the black iron suction was huge, Feng Qingluan suddenly felt a huge pain, and several iron sand was sucked out.

"Alright, alright!" Sima Yan cleaned his wound and re-bandaged it.

Feng Qingluan felt a lot more comfortable.

"Dao Chief, why are you here?"

"I am entrusted by the old man of Fengwu, I know that you are in trouble, and it is inconvenient for him to make a move, so let me help you tide over the disaster!" Sima Yan said.

Feng Qingluan remembered that the old man Feng Wu had said that he could not see each other, and his heart was sad.

"Feng Qingluan, your path has just taken the first step, and I don't know how much suffering there will be next, you have to walk by yourself!" After Sima Yan finished instructing, he said goodbye, and when he left, he left Xuantie behind, Feng Qingluan knew that he would inevitably meet the musket team in the future, and Sima Yan left Xuantie, which was also a painstaking task.

He continued to recuperate from his injuries, Peng Zhenlei hurriedly gathered people and horses, and played the banner of the Chuxia National Salvation Army, and the banner of the green dragon was still flying.

Cangyuan City, Lu Jingfei's home.

Feng Qingluan, who had recovered from his injuries, was urgently summoned by him, accompanied by Peng Zhenlei.

Several key members of the China Salvation Association were also summoned.

Because of the loss of Yunmeng Cottage, everyone's faces were solemn.

Lu Jingfei spoke first, Yunmeng Cottage was attacked by a sneak attack, and the Chuxia National Salvation Army was almost wiped out, and this responsibility must be borne by Feng Qingluan.

Lu Jingfei's words were harsh, because this mistake had too much impact on the Chu Xia Salvation Association.

In the end, Feng Qingluan was removed from his position as counselor of the Chuxia Salvation Association, and only he was a member of the Chuxia Salvation Association.

Feng Qingluan had no complaints about this harsh treatment, because his good brother Lin Guang could no longer follow him to restore the great power of Chuxia.

Lu Jingfei also blamed himself deeply.

The meeting is ongoing

Dongfang Jing, the president of the Chu Xia Salvation Association, suddenly came.

Feng Qingluan knew that the loss of Yunmeng Cottage this time would have a huge impact on Chu Xia's salvation.

"Wu Shaoguang sneaked up on us, we were not well prepared, it was indeed a big mistake!" Dongfang Jing said: "It must be a difficult process for us to rebuild the great country of Chuxia, and in this process, we must continue to explore and accumulate experience!" ”

Feng Qingluan felt that Dongfang Mirror's words were inspiring.

"Uncle Shi, Brother Lu, I also want to say two words!" Feng Qingluan said.

"Yes!" Dongfang Mirror nodded in agreement.

"Muskets are a good thing, if we want to take the initiative, we need to have muskets!" Feng Qingluan had been thinking about this question and said it.

"You're right, but only Wu Shaoguang has the musket, and we can't get it, let's talk about this matter later!"

Dongfang Mirror interrupted him.

"Although Feng Qingluan made a big mistake, he united with the poor people, distributed the land to them, and also established the Chuxia National Salvation Army, which is a preliminary attempt for us, and the results must be affirmed!" Dongfang Jing said, glanced at Lu Jingfei again, and continued: "Lu Jingfei assisted Li Xianzhong in building the Wenwu University Hall, and selected many talents for our Chuxia Salvation Association, which is also worthy of recognition!" ”

Dongfang Mirror's words affirmed everyone's achievements.

"I still want Mr. Feng to join the army for me!" Peng Zhenlei said.

Looking at the tiger young man in front of him, Dongfang Jing had an indescribable liking in his heart.

He solemnly said to Feng Qingluan: "Remember the lesson and avoid detours!" ”