Chapter 72 The storm is coming
Chapter 72 The storm is coming
July 15th, Southern Fujian, Deep Mountains
The dark clouds overhead were thick and gloomy, and the flickering lightning in the sky made Yan Xiaoguo's ugly face, as black as charcoal, look somewhat terrifying.
The day before yesterday, the garrison received a secret report from an informant saying that a group of rebels had been entrenched in the deep mountains of southern Fujian and had become very powerful, so they requested support from the Cantonese government.
Upon hearing the news, Yan Xiaoguo immediately led his men on a secret mission and reached the deep mountains of southern Fujian from Guangzhou within a day.
The captain leading the way looked at the black-clad warriors behind him, who seemed to be one body, and swallowed his saliva with envy.
"General Yan, your elite troops are really brave and much stronger than those skinny and sallow guerrillas under our command."
Yan Xiaoguo glanced at the so-called elite troops brought by the fourth-rank lieutenant, three old and decayed soldiers carrying bows and swords, and spoke in a low voice.
"They are all elite soldiers who have fought with me in many battles to suppress rebellions and traitors everywhere. They are definitely not comparable to these old soldiers under your command."
The national defense is exhausted, the soldiers are old and weak, can these so-called elite troops really defend the mountains and rivers of China?
Yan Xiaoguo thought about the three years of bloody battles his father had fought in Xinjiang, and also about the Beiyang Fleet that was almost wiped out ten years ago.
Without new blood in the national crisis, where can we fulfill our ambitions?
Thinking about the increasing number of young people in the rebel gangs and the increasing number of old and weak soldiers in the imperial army who were no longer useful, Yan Xiaoguo, who had always been strong-minded, could not help but feel depressed.
"General Yan, we must wipe out this den of thieves today. They have been shaking the imperial court's rule in southern Fujian for a long time. We can't let them continue to fool those children of noble families into giving us money and gifts."
Yan Xiaoguo looked at the captain whose face was full of shrewdness and calculation, ignored him, turned around and said coldly.
"Speed up the march, rush into the camp, and rather kill three thousand by mistake than let any one go!"
"Yes!"
Dozens of black-clad warriors responded in a deep voice.
Ghosts shuttled through the mountains and forests silently.
After a while, the cold, reddish black iron turned into iron wires that were attached to the periphery of the camp.
Looking at the closed entrance of the camp, Yan Xiaoguo took a deep breath. As the surrounding air was sucked into his body, his figure became three times taller. Yan Xiaoguo raised his thickened arms and his red and swollen right hand, and swung them violently!
Yao’s bare hands, bursting fist!
A red and black fist shadow flashed by, and the blood-red fist with a thick iron-gray luster slammed heavily on the solid wooden door.
"boom!"
It was as if a heavy artillery had landed and the wooden door shattered instantly.
Dozens of assassins immediately filed in through the gap, and their swift figures were like black lines that penetrated the doors of the houses in the village.
Rush into the camp, wield the butcher knife, and leave no one alive!
The assassins kept Yan Xiaoguo's request in mind and started killing as soon as they broke into the house.
But before the assassins could get close, a sturdy middle-aged man in coarse cloth came out of the big house with a stick in his hand, followed by men, women, old and young holding various weapons.
"You bastard! If you want to take any action against the village, you have to get past your grandfather first!"
Before he finished speaking, the big man rushed into the crowd with a momentum as powerful as a tiger descending from the mountain, so majestic.
The big man pushed the ground hard with his right foot to gain leverage, and rushed forward with the stick at his eyebrows. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the leading assassin.
He rolled his feet, paused his body, and moved his hands. The tip of the stick, with a whistling sound, rushed straight towards the head and face of the murderer.
The fisherman is rowing!
"bang"
In close combat, the warrior who was blocking with a short steel stick was knocked away like a rag doll by the stick that carried great force.
Looking at the assassin who flew three or five steps away in the air, Yan Xiaoguo narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.
"We really caught a big fish. There aren't many martial artists who can practice these three techniques in Fujian and Guangdong, right?"
Play! Pluck! Pick!
Seeing the sturdy middle-aged man killing people in the crowd of dead soldiers, Yan Xiaoguo's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He immediately drew out his sword and rushed to the warrior.
Feeling the tremendous pressure brought by Yan Xiaoguo, the sturdy middle-aged man took a deep breath, moved his hands, and the tip of the stick, like a python coming out of a cave, quickly reached out to the head of the black-faced military officer.
Yan Xiaoguo looked at the sturdy middle-aged man's lightning-fast green snake flying towards him. He didn't move much. He just slightly turned sideways and dodged before the tip of the stick arrived. The sword in his right hand flashed with a cold light!
The severed arm was thrown into the air, and the stick at the eyebrows broke into two pieces.
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who had no strength to fight anymore, Yan Xiaoguo continued to slash with the sword in his hand without mercy.
In a flash, the head was cut off to prevent future trouble.
"Wow~"
A rainstorm came, and the pouring raindrops as big as beans were trying to wash away the thick and indissoluble smell of blood in the camp.
Yan Xiaoguo stood in front of the middle-aged man with his eyes wide open and unwilling to close, glanced at the rebels whose bodies were torn apart around him, and nodded.
After making sure that no one had faked their death, Yan Xiaoguo continued to utter cold words with an expressionless face.
"Clean up the battlefield and rush back to Guangfu in half an hour."
Under the eaves, the fourth-rank lieutenant, who had witnessed the evil methods of the assassins and the appearance of Yan Xiaoguo, the King of Hell, felt a little scared for a moment.
Fortunately, General Yan is one of us. If he were on the rebel side, even if there were a hundred of us, we would not be his match!
After counting the casualties, Yan Xiaoguo personally killed several soldiers who were beaten to death by the burly middle-aged man.
"Goodbye, brother. Find a good family in your next life."
After the bandit suppression was completed, Yan Xiaoguo was in no mood to celebrate. He rushed back to Guangzhou carrying the bodies of his dead comrades.
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Kowloon, Daily News
Wang Zhongjun, who was separated from Yan Xiaoguo, was also not idle. At this moment, he was staring at this seemingly honest newspaper and periodical society.
"Brother, they are printing publications here all day long. On the surface, they are publishing current affairs news, but in private, they are all reactionary remarks. I really want to send them all to see the King of Hell!"
"Do you think I don't want to?! Kowloon is now a foreign territory. If things get out of hand, the police department will arrest us anyway."
Wang Zhongjun put down the half-eaten pineapple and said unhappily.
How unlucky! Why can the elder brother lead the troops to fight bandits, but he has to stay here guarding a crappy newspaper office every day?
The arrogant foreigners and white helmets were also annoying. They followed them all day long, as if they were afraid that they would cause a big mess.
What a joke! They sit in front of the newspaper office drinking tea all day, what kind of trouble can they cause?
Instead of worrying about them, you might as well worry about whether the beggars on the street will rob a bank!
Wang Zhongjun put away the messy thoughts in his mind, turned around and asked his subordinates,
"It is said that there is a very famous information dealer in Central. We will find him tonight.
Let him secretly keep an eye on the boss of this newspaper for us. I have a feeling we can catch a big fish this time!"
Before the younger brother could respond, Wang Zhongjun heard a long horse neigh passing by.
"hiss~"
A frightened horse was rushing madly towards the center of the road, and pedestrians on the road were trying to get out of the way in panic.
In the distance, a pretty little girl broke free from her mother's arms and ran to the middle of the road, looking at the big horse curiously.
Looking at the steed charging towards her daughter with the force of wind and thunder, the beautiful woman in palace dress felt extremely desperate.
"Myolie!"
The mad horse was about to smash the child to pieces.
With a sound of "Shua"
A black shadow flashed.
(End of this chapter)