In Wuhu, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River that has been open for 20 years, in a remote courtyard, Brother Pao, dressed in Western-style clothing, was waving his fists and impassioned in pre-war mobilization. In front of him, nearly a hundred revolutionaries
The patriots were standing or sitting, looking at him with admiration and spitting in Cantonese Mandarin.
"Today is a great day. We have gathered from all directions to use the steel guns in our hands to send out our roar of justice against the Manchu Tatars who have oppressed us for hundreds of years, telling all Han compatriots in the world that the Manchu Qing Dynasty
The death knell of the government has sounded! Expel the Tartars, restore China, abolish the monarchy, and establish a republic!" Brother Pao roared with a sacred look on his face.
"Drive out the Tartars and restore China! Drive out the Tartars and restore China!" Immediately there was a similar roar in front of him, and then several sparse voices shouted: "Abolish the monarchy and establish a republic!"
This voice sounded somewhat abrupt, but among the revolutionaries whose blood was about to burn, no one noticed this.
Brother Pao nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand and pressed down to signal to stop, and then waved to the back. A group of revolutionaries came over carrying several large wooden boxes. Their thin bodies were a little strained by the heavy wooden boxes.
Overwhelmed, one of them fell to the ground without knowing what happened. The wooden box he was carrying immediately fell down, and the brand-new Bofors rifles inside were scattered on the ground.
Looking at these murderous weapons full of industrial beauty, the revolutionaries couldn't help but marvel, and their eyes shone with excitement. As for Brother Pao, he walked over and helped him up and said with a smile: "Zhongfu, you are so excited.
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Chen Qingtong couldn't help but have a look of shame on his face, but it's no wonder. Who wouldn't be excited about such a great moment?
"Okay, let's get the weapons!" Brother Pao turned around and waved his hand boldly. The revolutionaries immediately cheered and swarmed forward. They divided all the guns in an instant like a child who got a favorite toy, and then kept playing with them in their hands.
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Brother Pao looked at a young man next to him and said, "Zhongying, come and teach the comrades how to use it!"
Lin Zhongying, the former Zhongyong Army platoon leader who participated in the War of Japan, smiled and picked up a rifle, and then skillfully taught the revolutionaries how to load the bullet, how to aim at the target, and what posture is the safest to shoot. It should be said that he taught him well.
They were very attentive, and those revolutionaries studied very seriously, and soon some of the smarter people learned it well.
Bai Wenwei came up to him with excitement and said with a smile: "Zhongying, do you think I am like this?"
After saying that, he picked up two magazines and pressed them into the bomb bay. Under Lin Zhongying's smiling gaze, he clumsily performed the entire shooting procedure.
"That's right. That's it. The butt of the gun should be strong on the shoulder and the hand should be steady. Damn it! Don't pull the trigger!" Amid Lin Zhongying's exasperated screams, Bai Wenwei completed all the shooting procedures perfectly. Of course,
Including shooting.
The crisp sound of gunfire suddenly rang out in the silent midnight. The bullet grazed Brother Pao's scalp and flew past, then shattered the eaves above his head. Poor Brother Pao was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, and Bai Wenwei was also hit by the recoil.
He rushed to sit on the ground, and the revolutionaries in the yard were stunned.
Three hundred meters away from here, in the Wuhu County government office, the magistrate and the new military commander were playing mahjong! The sudden sound of gunfire scared the prostitute in his arms and fed a piece of watermelon directly to his eyes, but at this time the county magistrate
Master Ling didn't care about this anymore, he was so frightened that he squealed and got under the table.
"Bastard, where are you going to shoot?" Biao Tong stood up and yelled angrily. He didn't realize that something was wrong. He was about to go back to find the guy who misbehaved and settle the score!
"No, it's the gunshots from Bofors, not ours!" A police officer who fled here from Beijing suddenly stood up and said with a horrified look on his face. He was unforgettable about this kind of gunfire.
The New Army uses Manshali rifles, which naturally cannot be from the New Army.
"Hurry up and go back to the camp!" Biao Yi suddenly realized what had happened. He quickly picked up his pistol and under the protection of the guards, mounted his horse and rushed out of the county office and headed straight for the military camp.
"Hurry up and grab the south gate!" Lin Zhongying shouted in the small courtyard at this time. The stunned revolutionaries woke up and rushed out to the south gate with rifles in their hands, shouting, and even rushed to the south gate.
Forget about the gunman behind you.
At the same time, in a forest outside the south gate, the bandits who were awakened by the gunfire also stood up one by one.
"Damn, these talented people are so brave! Brothers, come at me! Open the Wuhu Silver Women and take whatever you want!" The bandit leader hit the ghost-headed sword with a wave of his hand and roared fiercely. There was an excited scream immediately behind him, four hundred
Many bandits armed with various weapons rushed towards the distant city wall.
The soldier on patrol at the south gate was also awakened by the sound of gunfire. He hurriedly ran to the Tibetan Soldier Cave and pushed the sleeping shedman awake: "Boss, where can we shoot in the city?"
"Shooting in the city is none of our business!" Shengmu said impatiently as he got up.
At this moment, chaotic shouts of killing came from the streets in the distance. The shed owner suddenly woke up and kicked all his subordinates awake with a roar. A dozen soldiers panicked and climbed onto the tower with their rifles. At this time, outside the city
The bandits also arrived, looking at them in the dark night as if they were overflowing with mountains and plains under the moonlight, which frightened the tent eyes so much that their hearts fluttered.
However, a veteran from Beijing next to him was relatively calm. He called a soldier and pointed the Maxim gun on the city wall at the bandits outside the city. At the same time, he turned to the shed and shouted: "Don't look.
If we escape, Master Biaotong will kill us. You lead the brothers to deal with the city and I will deal with the outside. Use grenades when we get close."
Shengmu didn't care about his lack of respect for him at this time, and quickly led his soldiers to point their guns at the rebels who were rushing towards the city. After all, they had been trained by foreign military officers for more than a year.
, with a burst of chaotic gunfire, some of the charging rebel soldiers fell down immediately.
"Shoot!" Chen Qingtong shouted, and at the same time he raised the rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger. Unfortunately, the gun did not go off. Only then did he remember that he forgot to pull the bolt. Just when he lowered his head to pull the bolt, Lu Haodong next to him saw the gun in his hand.
The gun rang out, followed by more than a dozen rifles. However, at this moment, a rebel soldier next to him screamed and fell down. Another soldier behind him sat on the ground holding his stomach, but soon he
He got up and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he showed a trace of apology to the comrade who was shot in the back, and then slipped into a nearby alley with his rifle.
The powerful firepower from the opposite side frightened the sheds on the city wall. As more and more rebel soldiers opened fire, the bullets flew overhead. Although no one was hit, the defenders were
However, more than a dozen rifles were suppressed, and they watched the rebels swarming towards the city gate.
"Throw the grenade!" The veteran shouted angrily while holding Maxim's handle and pointing bullets at the bandits outside the city. Only then did the tent owner wake up, panicked, took out the grenade and threw it away without pulling the string.
When he went out, he hit Chen Qingtong on the head. As soon as Xiao Chen raised his hand and pulled the trigger, the rebel army finally got their first victory. The soldier screamed and fell down.
Chen Qingtong was at a loss for a moment. He remembered that he was not targeting this person. Of course, he could no longer care about that. There was the city gate in front of him. He could rush in and open the city gate to let in the allies from outside. At that time, the success of the uprising would be within easy reach.
Already.
But at this time, more than a dozen grenades also fell from the sky. Although only half of them were holding the fuse, the crowd below was too dense. Only a few grenades exploded to form a covering effect. In addition, the Qing army's grenades were all
Most of the grenades filled with nitrocellulose and without a fuse were detonated. The rebel army suffered heavy losses at once, and dozens of people fell down screaming.
Especially Lu Haodong, who was rushing at the front, was beaten to pieces by a grenade that exploded at close range. He was so bloody that he could not survive the sight of it. Wu Yue next to him tried to carry him on his back with the help of Chen Qingtong, but Lu Haodong said dyingly: "Don't worry about it."
I protect Mr. Sun!"
"Sun, Mr. Sun?" Chen Qingtong discovered where Mr. Sun had gone.
"Who knows where Mr. Sun has gone?" He couldn't help shouting anxiously. Lu Haodong in his arms had closed his eyes peacefully at this time.
Not only was Mr. Sun gone, but Chen Zhongying was also gone. Only the rebels were left standing blankly in the city gate. At this time, the new army from the distance had already killed them. Fortunately, they woke up quickly and were able to fight back.
He opened the city gate as quickly as possible, preparing to let the allies outside into the city.
However, at the moment when the city gate was opened, Chen Qingtong, who was holding Lu Haodong's body in his arms, was stunned. Through the relatively bright moonlight, he could see that in the wilderness outside the city, countless dead bodies were spread out in the distance, and they were approaching.
There were still several figures in the darkness who were running away like crazy, but they soon fell down.
He raised his head in astonishment and saw a dark thing on the city wall, spitting out long flames, looking like a ferocious dragon.
"What should I do? If it doesn't work, go back and fight with them!" Wu Yue beside him finally came to his senses, looked back at the Qing troops in the city who were shouting to kill, and roared with absolute determination.
"What are you trying to do! Run for your life! Damn it, we've been fooled this time!" Chen Qingtong said fiercely. He was not a fool. At this time, he had already guessed that Mr. Sun had run away. As for Lin Zhongying, he probably followed him too.
They ran away together.
Wu Yue looked behind him dejectedly, waved to the more than fifty surviving rebels, and led them to stick to the base of the city wall and flee westward, and soon escaped Wuhu under the cover of night.
At this time, their Mr. Sun, under the protection of Lin Zhongying, carefully knocked on the door of a British foreign firm. (To be continued...)