Chapter 82 The rich are the boss

Chapter 82 The rich are the boss

Chapter 82 The rich are the boss
As an honorable French soldier, he was provoked and a glove was thrown in his face.

If you don't dare to fight, you will be labeled a coward for the rest of your life, and no beautiful woman will be attracted to you or be romantic with you anymore.

Avenging my brother is secondary. What I cannot tolerate is being looked down upon by beautiful women for the rest of my life.

Shan Daan fully demonstrated his heroic spirit, "Okay, I accept your challenge, please ask Lord Yang to preside over the duel."

"Brother Shao——"

The two ladies spoke up at the same time and looked at each other. Wenxiu said, "It's not worth it to gamble your life with a foreign devil. Why don't we go to the French Concession? With Master Xue here, you won't suffer any loss anyway."

Shao Quanzhong glared at his wife without any gentlemanly manners and was not polite at all to her, "Women should not meddle in men's affairs!

Gentlemen, when you walk in this world, you must stand up for yourself and others will obey you.

If I surrender and am taken away by the foreign rifle team, the Huai Army will not be able to raise their heads when they see the foreign rifle team in the future. I, Shao Quanzhong, cannot afford to lose that person, and the Huai Army cannot afford to lose that person!

At this time, we cannot take things step by step or try to protect ourselves.

Even though Yang Fang is a coward, he knows how to protect his subordinates. If I can't stand up and fight for my subordinates' face, what kind of man am I?"

Xue Huan sighed. The Huai Army and the foreign rifle team were dissatisfied with each other and refused to accept my mediation.

A group fight turned into a one-on-one fight. This was already the limit of what I could do.

Forget it, forget it. A fight between two people in the concession is much less serious than a group fight. The British should not be too angry and should be able to calm down.

If Shao Quanzhong died, he would have taken the initiative to provoke Qiao Songnian, and I would have ignored him even if he blamed me.

He coughed and said, “Then you can settle your personal grudges among yourselves.

This official solemnly declares that the personal grudge between the two has nothing to do with others. After this incident, you are not allowed to find fault with each other. If anyone still makes trouble, don't blame me for being rude. "

Yang Fang was delighted. If Shao Quanzhong, this idiot, were to rely on Lord Xue, I really wouldn't be able to hold on.

All you have to do is go to the French Concession and go through the trial procedure, and everything will be fine.

He wants to duel with Shandaan just for the sake of his face, what a fool.

What does it matter if Shan Daan dies? I have 100 foreign soldiers under my command, and I don't need this one.

It would be a great relief if Shao Quanzhong died.

Humph, foreign guns, foreign guns, guns invented by foreigners, can you play with foreign guns as well as the decent foreigners? I think you are most likely to be finished.

Everyone made room for them, and Shan Daan and Shao Quanzhong stood ten steps away from each other. They each took out their revolvers, loaded the bullets, and put them back into the holsters.

The two men had the same specifications of pistols, basically the same batch of goods, and the duel was very fair. The way they handled the guns was also very professional, and there seemed to be no difference between them.

Yang Fang took out a white handkerchief from his suit pocket, walked between the two of them, took a few steps back, and raised the white handkerchief.

Yang Fang felt that foreigners must be better at shooting, and Shan Daan thought so too.

He and his brother were both sharpshooters, otherwise his brother would not have been able to kill the Manchu county magistrate with a single shot from a distance, which ended up causing trouble.

As for Shao Quanzhong, he proposed the duel not out of passion, but of course he was more confident.

The time he had spent playing with guns in his two lifetimes combined was far more than Shandaan's. In his previous life, he became a great marshal by relying on his own gun.

He was confident that his marksmanship was not the best in the world, but was at least among the top few. He was definitely not as good as a second lieutenant in the foreign rifle corps.

If Xue Huan had not appeared just now, the two groups would have fought each other, and he would have had to confront more than 60 people in the street, which would have been much more dangerous than a one-on-one duel with the other party.

I wasn't afraid just now, and I'm even less afraid now.

Shao Quanzhong put his hands on the holster, and the other party did the same. Yang Fang waved his arm, the handkerchief fell, and the two men drew their guns at the same time.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them.

Both of them are experts in handling guns. They can fire directly from the gun at their waist without even raising their arms.

White smoke rose in front of the two men and gunshots rang out almost at the same time.

Before Yang Fang's handkerchief hit the ground, the duel had already ended.

As expected, Shandaan was shot in the head and his body fell to the ground.

Shao Quanzhong's time-tested gun-drawing speed is just a few tenths of a second faster than Shan Daan's, which means the difference between life and death.

Shao Quanzhong supported his left arm, his body swayed, and he finally stood still, blood immediately flowed from between his fingers. Shao Quanzhong was extremely confident in his marksmanship, and he shot the opponent in the head.

To be on the safe side, Shandaan aimed at the opponent's chest.

Shao Quanzhong was slightly faster than Shanda'an, but Shanda'an was not much slower. He still pulled the trigger when he was shot in the head.

However, due to the headshot, the muzzle of the gun deviated slightly and missed the chest, hitting Shao Quanzhong's left upper arm instead.

Wenxiu and Ronghui ran up together, looked at Shao Quanzhong's arm in panic, and were glad that their husbands were not dead.

Instead, Zhang Siwen took out gauze from his backpack in a busy but calm manner, and stepped forward to help Shao Quanzhong tie up his arm to temporarily stop the bleeding.

None of the guards said anything, but their eyes were different when they looked at Shao Quanzhong.

Xue Huan's ammunition could not suppress the foreign soldiers. If Shao Quanzhong had not challenged them in a duel, the two sides would still be in a bloody fight.

Ten men against more than sixty people. Even with Shao Quanzhong's rapid firepower output, it is impossible for his side to win the battle without any casualties, and it is foreseeable that a few of his personal soldiers will be sacrificed.

Now Shao Quanzhong himself was injured, but the personal soldiers who were responsible for the protection were fine. The commander being shot cost us several lives.

There is no need to express gratitude. We will all work hard for the commander from now on.

The duel had an outcome, and Xue Huan was relieved to see that Shao Quanzhong was not dead. Otherwise, Qiao Songnian would have found fault with him and impeached him, and he would have been in trouble.

As for the death of a foreign soldier, just give him more compensation, it's not a big deal.

He thought everything was fine, but when the French soldiers saw Shandaan being shot in the head and that both brothers Bodaan and Shandaan had died at the hands of Shao Quanzhong, they immediately resigned.

We, the French, have always been rampant in the Qing Dynasty. When have we ever suffered such a great loss?
They started clamoring, took out their guns from their backs, and were about to start a fight.

Fifty of the governor's personal soldiers immediately took off their guns and guarded the governor, all looking at Xue Huan. The foreign soldiers disobeyed orders and wanted to fight, should they be suppressed?

Xue Huan was in a state of panic, secretly cursing Yang Fang, "How do you lead the troops? Are these foreign soldiers your uncles? How dare they disobey my orders?"

Yang Fang looked like a loyal protector and rushed to Xue Huan to block him. "Don't worry, sir. I'm here to keep you safe."

He winked at his men and said, "Come on, fire them up!" These soldiers of the governor's personal guards didn't dare to really fight the foreign soldiers.

A stiff voice in Chinese came, "Stop it!"

A British lieutenant ran into the conflict zone, his hat askew and he was out of breath.

Immediately, the sound of untidy footsteps was heard, and more than 20 Indian policemen ran in and blocked the French soldiers and Shao Quanzhong and his party.

Behind him is Yung Wing, whose shoes almost fell off.

The Indian patrolmen were not in a hurry at first, as it was just a gang fight and nothing serious.

After repeated urging from Yung Wing, he slowly came under the leadership of his superiors.

Hearing the gunshots, the British police chief became very anxious and ran as fast as he could. He finally arrived in time and stopped the fight.

Although the Indian police are few in number and have poor combat effectiveness, they represent the British Empire.

If French soldiers dared to clash with them, it would be tantamount to declaring war on Britain.

The French were not afraid of the governor's personal soldiers and did not dare to go to war with Britain, so they had to carry Shandaan's body and slowly dispersed while cursing.

Someone was killed in a private duel here, but the British police chief acted as if he didn't see it. Instead, he came forward to ask about Shao Quanzhong's well-being and apologized repeatedly.

Britain is a capitalist country where the rich are the boss and the customer is God, and this is implemented very thoroughly.

Xue Huan took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face. Fortunately, the foreign police arrived in time and a fight was avoided.

Yang Fang was extremely disappointed. Why did the Tianzhu patrolman, who was always slow in doing things, come so quickly today? This was not logical.

He bowed to Xue Huan and said, "I am sorry for failing in my duty and frightening you. I will escort you back to the yamen."

Shao Quanzhong saw that the reinforcements from the concession had arrived and that they were from his group. He covered his arm and sneered, "Yang Fang, you bastard, you pissed off Master Shao and you still want to run away? Come on, arrest Yang Fang and take him away!"

The sixth-rank Salt Judge wanted to arrest the fourth-rank Prefect in front of the second-rank official of the imperial court, the Governor of Jiangsu, and the British. The few personal soldiers did not think it was unreasonable at all and rushed to Yangfang.

　It will be on the shelves tomorrow at noon, and the chapter scheduled for 9 o'clock tomorrow morning will be postponed to noon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)