In ancient China, there was an evaluation of archers: "There are no more than three shots at the enemy". This refers to the time between when the enemy starts charging and when they can no longer shoot, and the average archer shoots three arrows. Wang Jingwei is a good reader, and he has also seen this. At that time, Wang Jingwei was extremely contemptuous of this, and in his opinion, the average level of three shots was too poor. If you're paying attention, you'll have to be able to shoot five or six arrows.

In the middle of the night on this Chinese New Year's Eve, Wang Jingwei, who was standing outside the door of a large household in rural Henan with a torch, no longer had such thoughts. It stands to reason that the front-loading firearm in his hand should be much more "advanced" than the bow and arrow. But in reality, it is far from that.

There was no target to aim at on the dark Hejiabao wall, and the night completely hid the figures of both sides, and in the darkness, it became extremely difficult to reload gunpowder. It was Chinese New Year's Eve, and the cold air made Wang Jingwei know how to run through his nose. But the barrel of the gun was still hot and difficult to grip after a shot. Wang Jingwei gritted his teeth and endured the temperature, his nose was almost on the muzzle of the gun, carrying the sac of gunpowder, and pouring gunpowder into the muzzle.

No one dared to raise a torch, and the only effect of holding a torch on this big night was to become a target for shooting at the wall. It was cold, his hands were cold, and it was so dark that Wang Jingwei didn't even dare to determine how much medicine he had poured into the gun. There are too many front-loading gun charges, but they will blow up the chamber. Wang Jingwei was playing a small drum in his heart, hoping that his daily practice would be effective in front of him.

After such a round of firecrackers outside, the people inside Hejiabao saw that Bai Lang and the others really started to attack Zhuangzi, and the courtyard was already in chaos. The screams, the screams, could be heard clearly outside the courtyard walls. Among so many voices, Wang Jingwei heard one sentence clearly, "All on the wall!" Fifty cents for firing a shot. ”

"Withdraw! Remove! Wang Jingwei shouted loudly. If the other party really goes up to the wall and condescendingly puts a gun outside, it will be up to God for the brothers outside to be shot. If everyone is facing each other with real knives and guns, everyone will not be afraid of death, as long as the dead person understands. But this black light is blinding, and God knows when he will be shot. The fear of the end is more frightening than the fear known.

This order is actually redundant, and it is not only Wang Jingwei who heard this, but the other brothers also heard it very clearly, because they are more proficient in localization, these brothers reacted faster than Wang Jingwei. They don't care if they have a charge or not, or how much they have. Before Wang Jingwei gave the order, a group of people had already run in several directions.

Wang Jingwei forcibly suppressed his fear and shouted, "Go this way!" "He actually wanted to get out of the range of the fence as soon as possible. It's one thing to shoot someone, it's another thing to wait in the dark and get beaten by someone. None of these brothers have received any professional training, and as soon as they say withdraw, they subconsciously go to a place where they feel safe. If you want them to stop running around, you have to tie them up with ropes. But fortunately, these people were all selected, and there was no shooting on the wall, so as soon as Wang Jingwei shouted like this, everyone followed with firearms.

Bai Lang's order was that the gang of fire-bearers should release at least five rounds of guns, the first round was spared, and the second round was broken in the middle of the waist. Wang Jingwei saw a not too small house not far on the right, so he decided to set the starting place here. The brothers went around to the back of the house, and the broken wooden door on the adobe wall was opened. "Come in!" Wang Jingwei shouted.

The two brothers skillfully arrived at the door, shouted "one, two, three" in a low voice, and then raised their feet and kicked the door together. This is the method taught by Wang Jingwei to everyone, there is no common signal when many people cooperate, if you use the way of conversation to communicate, then you can say it. If two people do not understand the language, such as a Henan and a Cantonese, it is difficult to communicate even by language. It's useless to stare at it for a long time. Therefore, Wang Jingwei taught some of the basic skills he knew to the brothers under Bai Lang.

No nonsense, no nagging. Just shouted "one, two, three" so simply, and began to kick the door together, Wang Jingwei was quite satisfied with the "work results" in front of him. The two strong guys kicked the door at the same time, and no matter what the latch was going to kick open. But in reality, the kicking of the door by the two strong guys didn't work at all. The wooden door only made a noise and did not open at all. On the contrary, the two young men who kicked the door were shaken by the reaction force and stood unsteadily, and they actually fell on their butts together.

Although the situation is tense now, some people are stunned by this accident, and some are amused by the funny appearance of the two.

"Damn, the people inside blocked the door!" The young man who fell heard the ridicule and began to curse before he got up.

Wang Jingwei wanted to set up a position in this house, first charge the medicine in the house, and then lead the team out to shoot. Unexpectedly, the owner of this house blocked the door when no one was looking. At this time, it takes a lot of time to try to persuade the homeowner to open the door.

"Hold the windows." Wang Jingwei shouted. He pulled out a match and removed a glass lantern from his waist. These are all products that the BJP sells to the whole country. The price of glass horse lanterns is relatively expensive, and there are few ordinary people's homes, but this match is a daily commodity. The People's Party's matches are still cheap, and matches are commonly known as "foreign fire", and the "foreign fire" market in the entire Henan is no longer "foreign". All the matches sold were made by the People's Party. Because he had planned to assassinate Chen Ke, every time he used something related to the People's Party, Wang Jingwei would feel awkward in his heart. However, in today's China, unless there is no industrial product at all, the existence of the People's Party cannot be avoided at all.

Candles are used in the lanterns, which are also products of the People's Party. People's Party candles are sold all the way along the Beijing-Guangzhou line, and even if they are transported so far, the price is still cheaper than local candles, and the quality is much better than local candles. The wick of the BJP's candle is very thin, and it will automatically turn into ash after burning, not at all like local candles, the wick is thick, and after a while, someone needs to cut it. And although the candle is thin, it is durable and brighter than local candles. A large number of people's party base screens are used, and Wang Jingwei is very uncomfortable with this.

No matter how uncomfortable the heart was, when the candlelight was lit, everyone immediately felt better. Everyone gathered in front of the lamp and began to charge the lead in an orderly manner. "Hurry up! Hurry up! Wang Jingwei urged repeatedly. As soon as the gunpowder was loaded, Wang Jingwei immediately blew out the candle inside the glass lampshade. Leave three people to guard the door and guard the lantern.

A group of brothers smeared in the night in front of the gate of Hejiabao again, the smell of gunpowder not long ago has not yet dissipated, smelling this smell, Wang Jingwei felt refreshed, and his snot couldn't help but flow out. Regardless of the salty taste felt at the corners of his mouth, Wang Jingwei shouted, "Fight!" ”

With a muffled sound, the firecrackers began to spew flames into the wall.

There is a position, there is the experience of the party. After this second round of guns was fired, the musketeers immediately withdrew to the back of the house, lit the lamps, and charged. Turn off the lights and come back to put the gun down. The wall also fought back demonstratively, but this black light blinded the fire, and it was just a demonstrative fire. In Wang Jingwei's view, it is better not to demonstrate at all. There were more than 20 people who followed Wang Jingwei, and their voices were loud and imposing. If you let go of this gun, there will always be exclamations in the yard. There were just three or four people on the wall firing guns, and they weren't shooting at the same level at all.

However, this mood did not last long, and the number of people with guns on the wall gradually increased, from the original three or four people to more than a dozen. The sound of the gun was mixed with the thump of the rifle. Since the other party has a rifle, it means that the equipment inside is not bad, and it seems that the people in Hejiabao have transferred the main force to the wall.

Enemy fire was fierce, and injuries were inevitable. Wang Jingwei and his team of brothers ran back and forth between the starting place and the shooting place, and the blood surged in the fierce movement, even dispelling the initial fear. However, as the screams rang out, a brother was shot, and everyone's sharpness immediately faded. It is impossible to release the musket continuously, and after firing a shot, you can only run back to the starting position and reload. Fortunately, the injured brother was not a fatal injury, and no one had to carry him, "Fuck you!" He cursed as he retreated with the brigade.

Wang Jingwei suddenly remembered the earlier agreement of five gun platoons. In the sound of gunfire at the head of the wall of Hejiabao, he was a little out of breath and asked, "How many shots have you fired?" ”

"Why do you have to have seven or eight shots?" The brothers next to him replied.

"Seven or eight shots? Did the big boss send someone to say anything? Wang Jingwei found that he was so busy that he forgot his prior agreement.

"Yes, Big Brother Bai asked us to release five shots, which are all seven or eight shots." The other brothers chimed in.

"Why don't we wait?" Someone said.

"The barrel of the gun is going to burn people to death, let's wait for the barrel to cool down." It was also suggested to think about the maintenance of weapons and equipment.

"Then let's just wait." Wang Jingwei agreed with the brothers.

No one took care of the gun when it was released just now, and when it was time for the fierce shooting, Wang Jingwei and the others had just rested for a long time when someone came running. The black man didn't see who it was, so he heard someone shouting, "Hurry up and put your guns away!" ”

When the brothers heard this, they were not happy, and no matter who it was, someone immediately said: "We have released this good gun, even if we do not stop, this gun barrel must also be dried." ”

The visitor was visibly annoyed by this, "How long has this been drying?" Even the red-hot iron is cooled, right? Hurry up. ”

Everyone heard that the people here meant to force everyone to risk the dense shooting on the wall to release the guns, who would do it. "Who are you?" Someone immediately asked.

"Who are you?" The people who came must have been even more annoyed.

Wang Jingwei had already heard that the person who came was Ding Wansong, the second leader in the current team. Ding Wansong came to Bai Lang with his own team. Wang Jingwei didn't want to have a conflict, he hurriedly said, "It's Brother Ding Wangsong." ”

"That's me." Ding Wansong said angrily.

The brothers who followed Wang Jingwei were all Bai Lang's people, they didn't know Ding Wansong very much, and now that the fire on the wall was so fierce, someone immediately asked: "Why don't you fight!" ”

Although Ding Wansong's face could not be seen clearly in the night, Wang Jingwei also knew that something was wrong. If Bai Lang came to order these brothers to shoot at the people on the wall, everyone could only listen no matter what they thought in their hearts. Or Wang Jingwei and his brothers rushed to the front and put guns together, as the leader, if he took the lead, I am afraid that more than half of them would follow him.

But Ding Wansong was neither a direct leader, nor was he born and died with everyone, so he just jumped out and asked everyone to release the gun, and everyone definitely didn't recognize it. However, Ding Wansong's identity is not low, but he was robbed so white when he came in person, and his face definitely couldn't be pulled down. It's going to be wrong if things go on like this.