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Shanghai, along with its suburbs, was covered in a thick layer of fog, making the day so peaceful and mysterious.

In the thick fog, Wall and his foreign spear team made a big circle and was quietly approaching Matsue City. Behind his foreign guns was a group of French marines, and beyond that, several battalions of green soldiers.

Wall can't help but thank God, oh no, it should be God's attachment to him, the newly born foreign gun team, the first battle can have such a good time, place and people, it is really rare.

Approaching Songjiang, the fog began to fade slightly, and Songjiang's not tall city walls appeared in his sight like a shy beauty with a white veil half-covering her face. At the same time, he faintly heard the sound of artillery coming from the direction of Qingpu. Oh, God! The rebels also took advantage of this rare opportunity and began to attack the Manchu army.

However, it is better that way, and it seems that the rebels did not make their own judgment. Fight well, the more lively the fight, the more sudden the surprise attack of this commander.

Chen Tingxiang didn't seem to have a good rest last night, yawned repeatedly, and swayed and commanded a few soldiers to open the city gate, and greeted some people who went out of the city from time to time. The fierce artillery sound in the direction of Qingpu also did not touch him and the soldiers at all. As far as the eye can see, outside the city, there is still a white expanse, one or two hundred steps away, it is difficult to see anyone's figure, Songjiang is really a quiet place.

"The foreign devil is here!" An almost hysterical shout broke the beautiful comfort and tranquility of the morning, and the people who had left the city were like frightened rabbits, and you rushed to the city.

In the white mist, a large number of soldiers in red clothes, red hats, white pants, armed with spears and black leather boots poured out ghostly.

The moment Wall stormed Songjiang Dongguan, he almost laughed out loud, what army of steel? What hero who can capture a city without firing a single shot? At my feet, you are nothing but mediocre people. The way to deal with those Qing soldiers is not brilliant in front of me, and you can only be filled with heroes and heroes in the Qing soldiers, and when you see me, you don't even have a chance to release your gun, you just run away, you run very fast, and you disappear in a blink of an eye.

The foreigners are so powerful that they didn't need to fire a single shot to occupy Dongguan in Songjiang. In Longhua fought with the heavenly army in Shanghai several times, Li Hengsong, the commander of the Zhejiang "Prevention and Suppression Bureau", who had long been scared, had been dragging his feet in fear, but seeing that the foreign soldiers in front of him had poured into the city gate like a tide, and now his courage has suddenly increased.

"Brothers, follow the foreigners, rush, capture the long-haired bandit leader alive, there is a heavy reward!"

Good at coaxing, like to play cheap hands of the inferior roots, like doping, aroused the incomparable fighting spirit of these group training from Zhejiang. It's really everyone competing to be the first, each brave, in the face of the "gold and silver sea" in front, how can anyone still be willing to lag behind.

Seeing the sound of his brothers killing the sky, overwhelmingly rushing towards the city gate, the feeling that Li Hengsong hadn't had for a long time seemed to be back. However, he was only happy for a moment, as if God had deliberately embarrassed him, and as his soldiers approached the city gates, louder voices drowned out the roars of his soldiers.

There were all kinds of explosions and fierce gunfire, and in an instant, the east gate of Songjiang was full of gunsmoke, as if an invisible wall had been erected, blocking the way of the Qing soldiers. The foreign gunners, who were isolated from the city at the same time and had not yet had time to enter the city, were beaten one by one to the point that they were turned on their backs, and more than a dozen foreign cannons were also staggered.

At the head of the city, the golden banner of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was erected impressively, and the battle flags of the teaching brigade and the special service company were unfurled in the wind.

Rushing into the city, the French marines who had planned to occupy the city were also hit by the sudden flying bullets and rolled down the steps, and the explosives dropped on their heads made the marines in the city gate dizzy and hid in Tibet.

According to the pre-plan, the French army was responsible for controlling the city gates, and Wall himself was to lead the foreign guns to take the rebels' lair with ease. What made him unimaginable was how the originally flat streets of Songjiang had changed after a single night. He had not gone far when he saw the soldiers in front of him fall one after another for no reason, and before he could understand why, his feet also slipped and he fell on his back.

The ground was too hard in winter, and Wall almost felt that his ass was about to fall twice, and he finally got up and sat up, and just wanted to stand up, but as soon as he tried to stand up, he just strained his feet, and his bones slipped again, and a dog ate shit and fell back on the ground. This time he finally understood that all he could touch was beans.

The beans on the street turned the soldiers of the foreign rifle team wearing bulky riding boots into the most primitive four-legged crawling animals in an instant. More merciless than beans are the rows of hateful flames that erupt from the courtyards, doors, windows, and rooftops on both sides of the street.

These poor adventurers, the homeless people who planned to come to the land of China to pan for gold in order to change the fate of their lives, only now realized that they had found the wrong opponent. They couldn't stand up, and even if they wanted to fight back, they could only sit or kneel on the ground, and there were gunshots everywhere, and only they knew where their guns were pointing.

Fooled, this is a trap set by the rebels in advance! Wall was lying on the ground, and the short gun in his hand didn't know where to fall, in fact, even if there was a gun, he couldn't find the target. Now, he held his head in his hands, and it seemed that as long as this was the case, the rain of bullets would not penetrate his head.

At the city gates, the proud French marines had already become pitiful worms to be slaughtered. The blow on the head of the city did not stop, and the ambush soldiers on both sides rushed out again. If any of them make it out alive, they will tell all of them that they have seen the real "God of Killing" here, and perhaps they will have lingering and sleepless nights for the rest of their lives because of how they feel today. Unfortunately, they don't have that opportunity.

The warriors of the Red Army were like fierce tigers, only one word "kill" kept roaring, and the sabers in their hands were shy and embarrassed to retreat. No matter what the foreign soldiers were muttering in front of them, or whether the foreign soldiers' guns were thrown away or continued to be in their hands, their answer was the same, that is, kill. Killed all the marines, one way to kill and blocked the retreat of the foreign guns, the other way back to the city gate, and then out of the city.

Wall was caught between several corpses, his whole body shaking. The bullets that shrieked by, how many times they grazed his scalp, his hat was gone, and the extreme fear made him forget the nobility of America, and he was crying unconsciously.

The gunfire on the street was sparse, and the dozen or so officers and men of the foreign gun team who were lucky enough not to be killed crawled out of the street that they would always remember on their knees under the reprimand of their opponents, holding high their dirty hands.

Wall finally saw the person he wanted to see again, but not in the way he had imagined. Wall, who was more than half a head taller than that King An, finally realized that he was smaller than the other party, and it was not just because he was kneeling.

"Mr. Wall, we do like to talk about etiquette." Lin Haifeng waved the big pipe in his hand, looked at Wall with tears on his face, and smiled proudly, "It's not that this prince didn't remind you in advance, but you just didn't listen." Today I will tell you one more thing, it is not a fun thing to pan for gold in our land, it is to pay with life. ”

"Honorable Royal Highness, the villain knows that he is wrong......" Wall learned from the Chinese he had seen, and kept kowtowing to "Honorable His Royal Highness King An", crying sadly.

Lin Haifeng laughed, the smile was so charming, even Huaer, who felt that it was difficult for him to have any hope of survival, was infected. However, the next words are full of laughter with this prince. Wall looked up hopefully, and even a little excited in his heart, but unfortunately, what he saw was that his "Respected Royal Highness King An" shook his head at the Red Army soldiers on both sides with rifles with bright bayonets on them, "Drag them to the barn, and I will pick them with bayonets, I am afraid that they will filth this place!" Then he turned and ran to the city gate.

Oh, God! Wall wailed, and suddenly became a puddle of mud. God didn't have it at all, and he understands it now.

I knew that His Royal Highness King An had declared before the war that he would not take prisoners, but things had come to this point, but Liu Xianghe couldn't figure it out. His Royal Highness, who used to love to talk and laugh, and treated people so kindly, why did he give such a cruel order, which was different from the Red Army in the stories told by His Highness before?

"Your Highness, actually, you can actually not kill?" The Red Army soldiers were so happy to kill these shameless foreign soldiers that she felt excited, and even had a feeling of eagerness. If it weren't for the conditions, she would also use her short gun to greet these foreign soldiers. However, when faced with those soldiers who waged their tails and begged for mercy, all she had left seemed to be mercy.

"Kill!" Lin Haifeng's face became very solemn, "Our nation likes to play with words too much, and the word 'etiquette' has consumed the blood nature that people themselves should have. He looked at Liu Xianghe, and then at Han Muyue and the guards, "Including you, including you, and myself, everyone should think about it, do we prefer to bow to the powerful?" As warriors, in front of them, the enemy is the enemy, and we must show no mercy and never be merciful. Especially when dealing with these foreign soldiers, it is even more necessary to leave no one behind. We are to raise a bloody army and to educate the whole nation from it. If people don't offend me, I don't offend anyone. If anyone sins against me, I will offend. That's true etiquette! ”

Lin Haifeng said, and his footsteps suddenly stopped. He looked up at the sky that had begun to appear clear when the clouds and mist had dispersed, "If a country wants to be strong, the first condition is that all the people in the world should not just learn to speak, but actually make a word, that is, 'no'!" If this is the case, even if one day we are no longer in this world, there will be a second, third, or even thousands of us, then there will be hope for our nation. ”

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