Chapter Twenty-Four: I Fired the Shot

"Who, whoever he/mother dares to shoot a black gun in Lao Tzu's back, doesn't he want to live anymore. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 After escaping the catastrophe, Wang Kai turned around and faced the closed windows of the seven or eight rooms on the second floor of the post house facing the street a zhang away, brandished four big knives with both hands, and scolded angrily.

After Wang Kai was very emotional and couldn't help scolding this sentence, he felt that it was not okay to scold a few words to vent his anger, and the bullet fired by this shot was very deadly in this era. If it weren't for the timely and sensitive reaction he had just had, otherwise, his life would have been hung up.

For the person who just put the black gun in his back, Wang Kai felt that he had to find out this person, this is a major matter of human life, and he must not give up.

After Wang Kai's emotions gradually calmed down, he thought about it calmly, and felt that the people who had just fired the black gun in his back were definitely not the shrimp soldiers and crab generals who had been beaten by him who had been beaten all over the ground by him, and nine times out of ten were the people of the British and French envoys who lived in the room facing the street on the second floor of the post house. Moreover, this man's marksmanship must be good, and he can shoot at the middle of his back impartially from a distance of one foot.

After thinking about this, Wang Kai felt that he had taught the sixteen soldiers guarding the post house a lesson just now, so there was no need to entangle with them anymore, not only wasting his precious time, but also potentially delaying his mission and mission to the post house.

"You have all shown the official clearly, what the official is holding in his hand is the gold medal given by the emperor today. Don't wait for you to kneel down and pay homage. After weighing the pros and cons in his heart, Wang Kai "banged" a few times, threw the four big knives he was holding in both hands on the ground on both sides of his side, took out the gold medal that was almost inseparable from Xuan Ye from his sleeve, stretched it forward, and put on an official stand, and scolded them loudly.

After Wang Kai's order, the seven soldiers who had just been knocked to the ground knelt down and kowtowed like pounding garlic. The eight soldiers standing in the back row of the broadswords were "poofed", and they fell to their knees almost at the same time, kowtowing desperately.

As for the little leader who stood in front of Wang Kai for six or seven years after seeing this scene, he immediately restrained his arrogance and rudeness, at this moment, the whole person looked like he was lost and depressed, and he also learned to kneel on the ground and kowtow vigorously like the fifteen soldiers in front of him, and took the lead in singing in his mouth: "Long live the emperor, long live, long live!"

Suddenly, in the open space outside the gate of the post house, the fifteen soldiers who knelt on the ground and kowtowed sang "Long live the emperor, long live, long live, long live" and resounded in the sky.

"All right, get up, all of you. Just now, this official didn't reveal his identity, just to see how good your skills are. There are two foreign envoys living in this inn, they are here to cooperate and exchange with our Qing Dynasty, and you must show your housekeeping skills to protect them. But judging from your performance just now, all of them are simply wine bags and rice bags, and they are vulnerable. There is no combat effectiveness at all, how can you protect the safety of the two foreign envoys living in the post house. After Wang Kai finished laying out the score, he didn't say a word, and first taught a lesson to the sixteen soldiers guarding the post house who knelt down in front of him, and said in a fierce voice.