Chapter 65: Beitang War

At dawn, everyone took turns to the Hutong to stutter breakfast, Jiaoquan soy juice, fried liver buns, the authentic old Beijing flavor, after eating, Lei Meng took people to buy grain and grass, Liu Yanzhi and the two masters went to Li Mansion to listen to the news.
　　 The three people arrived at the Li Mansion first. The next person said that the master had gone to the Yamen early in the morning to do errands. I don't know when they will be back. Wang San and the sixth son who were messing around at the door yesterday were also not there. It is said that they went to Beitang to participate in the war.
　　 "Today, Beitang will definitely take it, it's safe." The of the servant mysteriously said, "Duan Wang and his old man have invited the great god, and I will be the concierge. Otherwise, I want to see the excitement."
　　 Liu Yanzhi was very interested, and exchanged glances with the two masters. There was a single word in their eyes: Go!
　　 Li Mansion is not far from Beitang. The three of them walked like flying, and arrived at the battlefield in a quarter of an hour.
The battle continues. Thousands of Boxers have gathered in front of the Xishiku Church. Weapons are diverse, basically large blades and red tassels, and occasionally some farm tools such as grappling hooks, nails, rakes and guillotines, and occasionally you can see the shadow of foreign guns. But only big brothers and officers and soldiers are eligible to hold it.
The Boxers’ weapons were backward, and the flags were the first to take the lead. The red, green, blue, and yellow flags covered the sky and covered the sun. Many of them were sewn temporarily with robbed cloth. The four-character group flag of Qing Mieyang, and the plain faces of peasants are full of excitement and enthusiasm.
　　 Although there were many soldiers and horses, no one dared to walk into the range of the foreign gun, as if there was an invisible horizontal line blocking the gate of Beitang, the boxers whispered and talked, and seemed to be waiting for something.
　　 Liu Yanzhi, Xia Feixiong, and Yan Shengnan would naturally not watch the excitement with these ordinary people. They climbed up a big tree, commanding a high view, and had a full view.
　　 After a moment, there was a bang, and the crowd let out a way, and a maroon horse came out from behind. It was not a horse, but an ordinary short Mongolian horse, but with a reddish coat that could barely be called a red rabbit horse.
This man on horseback is not easy. He is eight feet tall and has a burly physique. The red rabbit horse under the crotch is obviously not a good match compared to him. He wears a green jersey and is made of good silk. When the wind blows, With rustling sleeves, the hero holds a Qinglong Yanyue knife in his right hand. The whole body is made of iron. It weighs at least a few hundred catties. The blade is cold and murderous. He is holding a book in his left hand. It is too far to see what it is. Books, but this appearance, 80% of them look at the Spring and Autumn Period.
Look at the face of the good guy. It is as red as the hips and horses. There is a beautiful beard on the chin, red phoenix eyes, and silkworm eyebrows. He is not angry and alive. A martial sage Guan Yunchang reborn. Of course, there are also flaws. The hero's head is bald, and he ordered a few scars.
I heard from the people below that this is the saint monk Pujing, who was specially invited from Wutai Mountain to visit the thatched cottage. You can get Grandpa Guan Yu's upper body, cut Yan Liang and cut ugliness, and Guan Yu Guan Yun Chang, who has passed five levels and cut six generals, is a martial artist. Holy, if his old man goes out, the foreigners will undoubtedly lose.
　　 For a time, the optimistic and revolutionary mood spread, and the Boxers talked and laughed, as if they had seen the beautiful scene of the fall of Beitang, and the five thousand religious people, women and children hiding in it, letting them kill.
　　 Yan Shengnan said anxiously: "I heard that the old devils in the North Hall have boundless mana. If the holy monk wins, he can win. I guess it will cost a lot of mana."
Xia Feixiong also said: "Today is here. Those country elder brothers are fooling people. The monks of Mount Wutai are really capable. I heard that their martial arts were handed down by the flower monk Lu Zhishen. "
There is a stand in the distance. Liu Yan has a very straightforward vision. You can see a prince wearing a python robe sitting under the canopy on the stage, surrounded by a group of monks and Taoist women, dwarfs, hideous and demonic. It must be that. King Duan and his generals.
　　 A good show is about to kick off, the auspicious time has come, the king of Duan issued an order, the drums rang, hundreds of names and regiments held high incense, bowed in the direction of Beitang, and muttered words.
　　 Looking at the direction of Beitang again, the main building is a Gothic church, surrounded by bungalows. On the roof, people dressed as missionaries are watching, silent and waiting.
　　 The holy monk from Mount Wutai urged the horse forward, and no one behind him followed him. It was so heroic that Guan Yunchang went to the meeting solo.
　　 Tens of thousands of eyes stared at the holy monk, watching how he broke the demon method of the old devil in Beitang, only to see a rifle sticking out of the church window.
　　 "Bang" shot.
　　 The holy monk shook on the horse and fell straight down. The red horse was frightened and turned his head and ran. The holy monk’s foot was still in the stirrup, and was dragged back by the horse.
　　 The drums stopped, the spells stopped, and the battlefield was silent.
　　 Watching a little more on the stage, the king walks away, and all the people waiting are also retreated.
The prince is gone. Today’s offensive is over. The Boxers are all distracted. No one is clamoring to avenge the holy monk and shame for Grandpa Wu Sheng. Those who know are fighting, but those who don’t know think this group of people are. Watching the show.
　　 Liu Yanzhi and a few of them also jumped off the tree and walked out with the crowds. Suddenly a man with a red spear rushed to Xia Feixiong and said, "The surname is Xia, why are you here too."
　　 "Zhang Daqi, can you come, but I can't come? You opened the co-located Beijing city?" Xia Feixiong replied angrily.
　　 Zhang Daqi also has a Cangzhou accent, with a full face and a beard, and looks rough and bold. Behind him is a bunch of guys who are also holding red guns, each with their eyebrows and cold eyes, meaning to start fighting if they don't agree.
"It's reasonable for you to kidnap people. I'm going to teach you the flower picker for the Yan family today." Zhang Daqi took a red tassel in his hand and put it in a posture. He was a small flower gun, not long or short, just right. Fight under the horse.
　　, a circle of people immediately gathered around, and watched the free bustle happily.
　　 Xia Feixiong was also unambiguous, pulling open the placket, revealing a row of bright darts on the board.
Zhang Daqi said: "I forgot, you used a hidden weapon, or I will teach you about your hidden weapon kung fu." He threw the small spear to his men, and also tore off his clothes, the copper head leather on his waist. An old-fashioned flintlock gun was inserted on the strap, holding a single-shot gun stuffed with gunpowder and iron sand.
　　 Without waiting for Xia Feixiong's words, Liu Yanzhi offered the shell gun. Xia Feixiong took the gun, proud and triumphant.
　　 Zhang Daqi was startled, and said with a sneer: "The war is about to come. I won't be familiar with you today. Let's go back to Cangzhou for an appointment someday."
　　 "I'm waiting for you." Xia Feixiong said.
　　 "Let's go." Zhang Daqi left with a group of heroes.
　　 "Cangzhou Xiaozhangzhuang Red Spear Association." Xia Feixiong explained to Liu Yanzhi in a low voice, "I am a despicable villain, and I have a little holiday."
　　 "Kill him." Liu Yan said, looking straight at Zhang Daqi's back.
　　 "You can't in the same room." Xia Feixiong, who looked like a rude gangster, unexpectedly uttered an idiom. Looking at Yan Shengnan, he had already disappeared.
　　 "You don't need to wait for your wife." Xia Feixiong's expression was a little strange.
　　 The two continued to move forward, and indeed Yan Shengnan followed, seeming a little nervous, and asked in a low voice, "My dad, are they here too?"
　　 "I didn't see it, maybe I didn't come." Xia Feixiong was a little flustered, saying so, but his eyes looked around vigilantly.
　　 It was midday, and Liu Yanzhi wanted to invite two masters to dinner. Xia Feixiong said that if you can let your apprentice pay, I will come.
There was obviously a big restaurant in the city on the street. Xia Feixiong didn’t enter. He found a second meat shop at the entrance of the hutong. He ordered fried kidneys, popped large intestines, peanuts, half a catty of Erguotou, two catties of flatbread, and the three masters and apprentices started eating .
　　 Xia Feixiong was absent-minded in eating, Yan Shengnan had no appetite, both of them were disturbed, and Liu Yanzhi's mind echoed the words "trafficking people, picking flowers" in Zhang Daqi's mind. Could it be that Master and Madam eloped?
　　 "If you have anything to do with the master, please go back first, and I will go to Li Mansion again." Liu Yan said straight.
　　 "Also, the place we stay is not safe, so let's go to your place to avoid it." Xia Feixiong said.
　　 "That couldn't be better, it is convenient to consult sooner or later." Liu Yan said with joy.
After eating, Xia Feixiong patted a bunch of copper coins on the greasy table to pay the bill. The boss was very happy, and Beijing was full of the Boxers. These small businesses can make a fortune, and the flow of people is huge. Not everyone eats the king. Without paying for meals, business is more than three times better than before.
The young couple left first, Liu Yanzhi went to the Li Mansion again, and met Wang San and the sixth at the door. The two were not very interested and worried. Obviously, they were frustrated by the war in the morning. The old demon in Beitang was too powerful. Even Guan Erye couldn't fight them. Where should I go to reason?
When the next person saw Liu Yanzhi arrived, they didn’t know why. They took him directly to the backyard to see the master. Li Zhongzheng just returned to the house, and he didn’t even have time to change his official uniform. The fifth-rank Zhang Jingli of the Prime Minister’s National Affairs Office sighed when he saw Liu Yanzhi. "Liu Yishi is really like a god. Today, Lafayette passed the decree that UU reading www.uukanshu.com is going to send melons, fruits, vegetables, and rice to Dongjiaomin Lane. The Minister of Military Aircraft has handed the messenger to our office. No one wants to do this. Bad, I picked it up."
　　 Liu Yan said with joy, "Very good. It is convenient for Master Li to host this event. I want to entrain a few people in the food delivery team."
　　 Li Zhongzheng said: "It's okay to change your clothes, but the matter is not in a hurry. The Ministry of Internal Affairs has not allocated the money yet, and tomorrow will be the soonest."
　　 The two had an appointment when they met, and Liu Yan quit, and went straight to Dongjiaomin Lane to observe the terrain again.
The defensive ability of the embassy area is much stronger than that of Beitang. Although there are no cannons, there are machine guns and rifles. The rifles of 1900 are already relatively advanced, and the performance of the rifles of the Second World War is not much different. They are all fixed ammunition with five rounds. Xia, look at the densely packed rifles on the wall, there are at least two hundred defenders on the front line.
The Qing army besieged Dongjiaomin Lane in twos and threes to enjoy the shade under the tree. The Boxers also gathered together to drink and bet for money. They couldn't rush in, and the foreigners didn't dare to come out. They were in a stalemate. The fall is also a matter of time, because drinking water and food will not last long, but the offensive side is afraid that the other side will not be able to sustain it, and actually take the initiative to provide support.
This is really an inexplicable war. The war is a continuation of politics. If the Qing Dynasty is strong, this hand will be considered beautiful, but it is a pity that the Qing Dynasty is already at sunset, playing political tricks in the face of absolute power, just insulting itself. That's it.
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