As the saying goes, the people of China seem to have little time to live a good life, and the unlucky people of the Qing Dynasty and Yangyi are not less unlucky this time. China's officials who scrape two and a half feet of the ground must be considered good officials, because most of the officials and lords cannot put themselves in the shoes of the people to consider the feelings of the people, and a generation of famous ministers Wenxiang is no exception. When he moved the residents of Beitang, he didn't think much about the feelings of the people, all he did was write an order.

Because the war required the relocation of the people, although the Chinese people did not have any sense of national consciousness in this era, the imperial court let them move. However, Wen Xiang's work was too rough, there was neither a house to settle in, nor a material to receive money, and a large white piece of paper was written with a black ink dot and a red stamp, and the people were blown out. He is not a two-country rivalry to move people, he is a triad clearance. Of course, the officials and soldiers who handle it will not work in vain, and naturally they will also make some benefits, and the people of Beitang are rich and ruined, and those who have no money can only break their families. Because of this migration, the people of Beitang suffered a big crime, and there were not a few people who were forced to destroy their homes for some reason.

No one cares if it is blasted out of Beitang, although it is not the middle of winter, but no one will be comfortable being thrown into the field. The people complained about the government and the court, and left their homes with the old and the young, and no one had nowhere to go, so they could only go to relatives and friends nearby. Fortunately, in this era, most of the people in a village and town have the same surname, and the same surname cannot intermarry, and the people have no ability to go far away, so there are basically some in-laws nearby.

Fortunately, Yangyi's soldiers and horses have not yet come ashore, and the officers and soldiers can only rub oil and dare not rob it openly, so the people of Beitang still have some soft and livestock and rations in their hands, so as not to live under the fence. However, after two days of dissipation at the relative's house, another wave of enemies came to the door, and of course the two countries could not be robbed by just one family, and the people could only pray for the blessing of the gods and Buddhas.

Vincent gave Wilson the task of collecting supplies, both as a reward for his achievements in landing in Beitang, but also as another discriminatory against him. The other main regiments were resting and preparing for battle, and Wilson's colored soldiers should go and do some chores, after all, everyone else was busy. Wilson was not at all new to this task, especially not the feeling of being looked down upon, but the collection of supplies was abundant, and his subordinates were all cheering, so he couldn't say anything more. Under the guidance of the lovely old man, more than 300 soldiers armed with foreign guns swept through three nameless villages in the northwest of Beitang. The Indians even made a batch of wooden sticks to drive away the people during robbery, and the wooden sticks were much better than rifles.

The British rushed to the last village, the old man's hometown, and the old man graciously invited Wilson to his house for tea. Wilson gladly accepted the old man's invitation, and he could not control his subordinates, so he could only ask for a blind man. Every village that the Indians passed through was rape and plunder, and although Wilson, a nobleman, did not care about the life or death of the Chinese, he did not like this bandit-like feeling. But the Indians were like a herd of horses, and Wilson was powerless to stop them, and he could not bring his soldiers court-martial for such a trifle.

The Chinese people were very cowardly, and when they plundered their supplies, most of them gave up resistance. When wives and daughters are bullied, although they have a struggle, they are so powerless. However, the women in China are very strong, and when the Indians tear their clothes, most of them choose to commit suicide, and even as soon as the Indians enter the village, a large number of women have committed suicide.

The old man was also very dissatisfied with the brutality of the Indians, but he had no regrets on board, and all he could do was to invite Wilson to his home and protect his family. Fortunately, the military discipline of the white soldiers was still relatively strict, and they never did anything excessive except to grab food and supplies. Of course, the old man didn't know that many of these white people actually wanted to participate in the joyful Indians, but they also had to take care of the white man's face, so they didn't dare to let go. And Chinese women always smear their faces with pot ash, and fastidious whites don't like that.

After some looting, the unlucky people of the village were gathered in the open space in front of the ancestral hall, because the attentive Indians found that the Chinese were very good at hiding things, whether it was food or women. So you have to get people out of your house so they can go on adventures, and there are always surprises to explore, including gold and silver and beautiful women.

The old man left the house and gave Wilson the responsibility of protecting his home, and he was going to preach. Christianity was introduced to China from the Tang Dynasty, and it has always been mixed up, and the Chinese are really not interested in this religion that cannot cultivate this life or the next life, and says that they are guilty every day. The market of monotheism in ancient China is not good, the Chinese are used to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, Pangu opens the heavens and the earth, and the gods and Buddhas are in a big melee, which is the right way. You open your mouth alone and start talking in the vernacular, you don't even have any miracles, you can't fly, and you made everything out, why are you so awesome! And the most important point, the Chinese pay the most attention to the respect for the heavenly ancestors, and the fact that they are not allowed to worship the ancestors is doomed to be unable to play in ancient China.

It is not a sin to believe in religion in China, but it is always an outlier in the eyes of people, and after Hong Xiuquan made a fuss, he was even more suppressed. Serious people who will believe this are mostly some ruffians who rely on foreign religion to get some small gifts from missionaries. The old man has believed in foreign religion for many years, and he is one of the few professional disciples. However, because of his faith over the years, he has also suffered a lot of white eyes, most of the people in the village do not associate with him, and his son cannot find a daughter-in-law. And because he also went on a mission, he was beaten a lot, and the children spat and threw stones when they saw him, and today he was finally able to exhale and raise his eyebrows.

"The first old Han did not believe in the Lord all his life, and asked him to believe it, but he did not believe it. I lost the blessing of the Lord and ended up where I am today! The old man stood on the steps of the ancestral hall, demolished the two window frames of the ancestral hall, made a large cross by hand, and pointed to the bloodied head of the village's first family, Old Han, and began his sermon. The honest old Han's house was robbed, the girl was about to commit suicide, and the daughter-in-law was one step slower and was ruined to death by the Indians. He and his son went to stop him, his son was killed, he was also beaten on the head and bled out, and was put in front of the ancestral hall by the Indians, and now the old couple is lying on the ground and pouring gas.

"Look, what's the use of having thousands of family wealth! His son was killed, his home was destroyed, and he could only lie here and cry! This is called not seeing the coffin, not shedding tears, not being able to reach the Yellow River, and not giving up! The old man pointed out to the old Han and his family very relieved, and when he was preaching, he counted the old Han beating him the hardest.

"Do you know why you were robbed? Just because you are infidels! Now that there is nothing, your eyes are black, what else can you rely on! By what? The old man finally asked everyone a question, and the weeping people below looked up at him.

"You can only rely on the Lord!" The old man spread his arms as if he were about to ascend to heaven.

The people looked at the old man with empty eyes, a little at a loss, they didn't know what to do, and behind them were foreign soldiers with foreign guns, and the people only felt afraid. Lao Han was injured a lot just now, and after listening to the old man's words, the blood hit upward, and he didn't catch his breath, and he squirted a mouthful of blood and died. His wife pushed him twice and followed him.

"Check it out! Don't close your eyes! I don't close my eyes even when I lose my breath! The old man came down to look at the old Han and the two of them, but cheered with some joy. The surrounding people looked at the bodies of Lao Han and his wife sympathetically, and they did not speak silently.

"Why don't you close your eyes, it's because you didn't believe in the Lord in the past, but now you need the Lord!" The old man was about to jump up.

He approached and removed the bodies of the two people, laid them flat on the ground, stood in front of their heads, and sang at the top of their voices.

"Han Dong's family was originally a rich and noble man, but he didn't expect to die in the rebellion...... Death is unjust, just because you have no faith in your heart, let go when you should let go, God is in front of you......" The old man sang like a donkey barking, and the foreign soldiers around him were laughing.

The old man pressed his hand on Lao Han's eyelids and printed the cross on Lao Han's forehead. Old Han's head was already blurred with blood, and when he pressed it for a while, his eyelids were covered with blood, and even if he closed his eyes. The old man pressed the eyelids of the old Han daughter-in-law again, but he couldn't close it no matter how he pressed the sticky blood.

"Abominable infidels!" The old man stood up and walked back to the steps, cursing in a low voice at Old Han's daughter-in-law who couldn't close her eyes.

The old man was about to talk again after he took the stage, but before he could speak, the village was in chaos again. Another large group of foreign soldiers stormed the village, and clashed with the Indians, and the village was once again thrown into great chaos.

The two generals, Montauban and Grant, felt that there was no chance for Dagukou, so they turned their strategic focus to Beitang in an all-round way, so they transferred a large number of French and British troops to Beitang. Now Beitang has almost become a small United Nations, with British, French, Algerians in North Africa, Indians, Sikhs, African blacks, black Indians, Manilans, and Cantonese Chinese, and the variety is dizzying. Then the French also sent their supply convoys, and then in this small and unknown village, two bands of robbers joined forces.

Originally, it should be a good thing that the coalition forces will meet, everyone can have a good exchange of robbery experience, and then taste Chinese wine together. It's a pity that the French military discipline is not bad, they only rob things and do not move people, and the robbers who are robbed of course also hope that the robbers who rob themselves can be more civilized, so the people who fled ran to the camp of the French army. The Indians immediately quit, because most of the people who fled were women, and they were beautiful women, and they wanted to take them back, and then they began to storm the French army. After that, the coalition forces were infighting, although they did not use guns, but the two sides pushed and shoved and shoved to the brink of war.

Wilson, who was stationed at the old man's house, hurriedly came out to play a round, and after communicating with the French commander, Wilson drove the Indians away with a whip and sincerely apologized to the French army. The British and the French have been bitter rivals for centuries, and it was not until the rise of Germany that the two rivals came together, but they still looked down on each other. Wilson was reluctant to apologize to the French, but his men were so humiliating that it would damage his gentlemanly honor, so he apologized.

Although the fire inside the robbers was quelled, the old man's house was also patronized by the Indians because of Wilson's desertion. Because of their different beliefs, the Indians did not give much face to the cross, and took turns to have intimate contact with the old man's only daughter next to the Bible.

Wilson apologized again, but the old man was a little distraught, his lord had just been busy mediating the disputes of the white people for some time, ignoring him as a yellow man, after all, God was also white. Wilson's British troops left the old man's village apologetically, and the French followed, the people wailing for the rest of their lives, and the old man at home watching his demented daughter wailing.

But the old man's wailing did not last long, the patriarch was still alive, and the patriarch, with his troubled people, rushed to the door and killed the old man's whole family, and sent him to his God. In the village, Confucian students are organizing people to collect the remaining materials and cope with the rest of their lives. The Taoist priest in the small temple who just wanted to rely on martial arts to save people was treating the injured villagers with gunshot wounds. The monk who had just disappeared also reappeared, surpassing the souls of the deceased.