The fire in the vault burned for an hour, and then the smoke rose for another hour and a half, before the soldiers approached the fire with difficulty.

When the commanders-in-chief, Stefansky and Molière, saw the tragic scene in the vault, and the two couldn't help but gasp.

Was it a man sitting cross-legged on the ground, twisted and charred and covered in some half-melted gold, the contrast between gold and the brutal black, and the smell of burnt human flesh filled the vault.

"The melting point of gold is 1,064 degrees Celsius, and the temperature produced by the combustion of oil can reach 1,400 degrees Celsius, so of course gold can be melted, but ......," the Russian commander Stefansky sighed with a look of horror.

"But what if gold is burned? Don't you Chinese have a proverb that says that real gold is not afraid of fire! Gold that melts and then condenses is also gold! No matter what shape is destroyed, gold will always be gold, can't it be used?"

Stefansky shook his head regretfully, "What a strange group of Chinese, we only came here to seek money, and we didn't kill too much, why should they resist......? Come on, search the vault and take all the gold with you!"

The soldiers rushed into the vault and began to collect the half-melted gold on the ground with shovels, bayonets, pickaxes and other tools, and the pieces of burnt and deformed gold stuck to the corpses of the dead, were thrown into pockets and began to be transported.

Soon the secret passage was discovered, and the last efforts of the Chinese merchants were in vain, and the Russian sailors dived into the sea to collect the gold scattered in the crevices of the reef and transport it to the warships.

More indigenous monkeys were gathered outside the bank, and they led Russian soldiers to smash down one house after another to loot the remaining wealth, and the Russians who had outflanked them from the land found that there was no more to fight for them, so they turned their attention to a Chinese village in the distance.

In the sound of gunfire, villages were breached, the wealth of the Chinese people's hard work was looted, hundreds of people were slaughtered, and countless Chinese people fled into the primitive jungle without knowing their life and death, and the entire Bailayitun District became a hell on earth.

The Dudong area and the surrounding Kentun district have sent a large number of militia soldiers to try to rescue Bai Layi at this moment, but they are only simply trained militiamen, and they can only fail to fight against the Russian regular army in the field.

Fortunately, the Russians did not have enough time, and they could not loot more reclamation areas, so that more Chinese people escaped.

Molière, who was half grimacing, looked at the corpses that were burned in front of him, looked at the gold stuck to it without saying a word, all the soldiers walked around him, and everyone could feel the perverted aura released from him.

Everyone in the expeditionary force knew that the Emperor had sent a half-human, half-ghost guy to help, and everyone knew that this guy had a deep background, coupled with a grimace and a perverted aura, which made the soldiers have a trace of fear of him.

If it weren't for the pervert, how could he have stared at a corpse for more than an hour? and he was motionless, expressionless, and didn't even roll his eyes a few times.

It wasn't until the soldiers were holding sapper shovels that they wanted to pry the gold plates on the corpses, that Molière suddenly said, "No, don't touch the gold on the corpses, let the gold stick to it...... It's so beautiful, don't you notice that it's so beautiful when gold and black are mixed together!"

"The dazzling gold, and the black, dumb corpses, it was like heaven and hell at the same time......! Let my lieutenant bring a camera, and I'm going to record this beautiful work of art!"

Perverted! What a pervert! Those Russian soldiers turned around and left, no one bothered to bother with this madman, anyway, the vault had already been scavenged, and it was not so bad.

After the commander-in-chief of the Russian army, who inspected the battlefield in Bailayi, heard about Molière's incident, he frowned and spat fiercely: "Damn it, you're going to hell, pervert!

When the commander-in-chief walked to the door of Lotte Bank, he found Molière directing his men to move the gold-covered corpse.

"Commander-in-Chief, I'm going to build a platform in the square, I'm going to make this corpse a statue! I'm going to make this work of art live on forever......"

"I want the whole of Asia to know what the end of the confrontation with Western civilization is! That is ...... death."

Stefansky waved his hand in disgust, "I'm too lazy to care about you like this, now I have a new discovery that you need to see, I want to hear your opinion...... Prepare your horses!"

The interest of the Russian army is not in a corpse, and now the soldiers who have left the city have brought unbelievable information, and five kilometers south of the city of Bailayi, there is actually a heavy discovery.

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A group of cavalry surrounded the commander to the south of the city of Belail, and when Molière learned that the so-called surprising discovery was actually a large and terrifying granary.

The fence encloses an endless pile of grain, and the thick trees build a three-meter-high platform, on which a cylindrical spire granary is enclosed with bamboo mats, which is the most common method of storing grain in Nanyang.

The spire and bamboo mats, including the three-meter-high wooden platform below, are all designed to help the grain depot survive the long rainy season in the South Seas. When the bamboo mat is cut open with a dagger, all that flows out of it is golden rice that has not been hulled.

"My God, such a large granary is estimated to be able to hold ten tons of rice, how many such granaries are there in this granary? God, I can't even see the ......."

Molière was also stunned, "Quickly send troops to search the account book, there must be a detailed account record here...... My God, Xiao Letian, how many people does he want to feed? That's not enough food for the whole city of Beijing to eat for a year?"

In the late Qing Dynasty, the population of Beijing has been oscillating between 800,000 and 1 million, and according to the upper limit of 1 million, the daily food consumption of each adult is about half a catty, so the total amount of food needed for a month is 15 kilograms.

Cities with a population of one million consume about 15,000 tons of grain a month, which is of course only the basic number in the years of famine, and ordinary people still consume a lot of meat, eggs, poultry and vegetables, so that the amount of grain converted into food will increase several times.

Of course, Xiao Lotian would not count the amount wasted by the arrogance and lasciviousness of the Manchu nobles, and the rations that Xiao Lotian had reserved for the Chinese were based on the premise of satisfying the basic survival guarantee during the famine years.

In Xiao Letian's plan, when a full-scale civil war breaks out, or a large-scale foreign war breaks out, his food reserve system can provide half a catty of food for every adult every day, which is enough to save lives.

Xiao Lotian is only responsible for saving lives, if you want to eat better, add some meat or something, then don't dream.

The ledger was finally found, Molière did not guess wrong, and there was a line of big characters written on the account, the standing granary of Zhili Province, a total of 120,000 tons of rice were stored.

"Hey, my God! Xiao Lotian is so rich, he has such a huge power, how did he do it?"