After all, Han Baihang was attracted by the huge profits from the opium business. He knew that in order to carve out a world in the Republic of China, he needed a strong gun and a large ocean, both of which were indispensable. Now that he was still young, he urgently needed to expand military spending.
Strength. Early the next morning before dawn, he quietly entered the green gauze tent with his guards to explore what was going on in the tobacco fields.
The morning fog was very thick, and the two guards were walking in front to clear the way, causing the sorghum stalks to tilt this way and that. The leaves swept over the face and itched unbearably. Han Baihang followed closely, and his clothes were already wet from the dew on the stalk leaves. The green gauze tent at this season
He was already as tall as a man, and the green greenery all over the field seemed peaceful, but in fact, it hid murderous intent. If he was not protected, he would encounter the bandits hiding among them. Therefore, the guards were vigilant and did not forget to protect Han Baihang tightly.
Han Baihang didn't have the escorts so he felt as if he was facing an enemy. He looked left and right with great interest, touching the ears of rice and thinking that the crops were growing well this year. It seemed to be a good harvest year, and the people's lives would be better. This idea was not his.
How pitiful, but in good years the bandits are less powerful. Once in disaster years the crops fail, the people have no way of living, and bandits appear in groups, that's when he will have a headache.
They walked all the way for more than 20 minutes. Just when Han Baihang thought he was still far away from the tobacco field and wanted the guard to take a rest, the guard leading the way suddenly shouted in surprise: "Found it!"
Han Baihang hurriedly pushed aside the sorghum stalks and walked forward. First he smelled a strong fragrance, and finally he suddenly became enlightened and his eyes lit up. A large and endless tobacco field appeared in front of him.
This is the poppy flower, and it is not as beautiful as imagined. This thought flashed through Han Baihang's mind. He raised his eyes and looked at the tobacco field. In his eyes, the beautiful flowers and fruits were like white silver coins. He made a rough estimate.
A tobacco field probably covers several hundred acres. Thanks to Yongcheng's location on a plain, tobacco fields can be planted in large areas. Then I thought about how much tobacco fields there are in Yong'an Town. How much tobacco would there be in the entire Yongcheng County?
Tian, this will be an astronomical sum.
After watching the tobacco fields, Han Baihang made a decision in his heart and was about to go home. Suddenly, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a figure flashing past the sorghum stalks in the tobacco fields in the distance. He was suddenly startled and returned to the green gauze tent calmly.
He gave the order to the guards: "If there's a situation over there, come with me."
Under the cover of the green gauze tent, Han Baihang quickly pounced towards the place he had just seen. When he got closer, he found that no one was there, and a pool of black blood remained on the ground. He searched around and found clues, branches and leaves.
There were stains of blood left on his body, so he followed the blood stains and chased after him.
After chasing for a short time, Han Baihang saw the sorghum stalks and leaves in front of him moving wildly, and a man running wildly across the road. However, this man was injured after all, and his pace was slower than that of the guards led by Han Baihang. It would not take long to catch up with this man.
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"Don't run, stop, if you run again I'll shoot!"
The guards shouted, but Han Baihang did not allow them to shoot. He could not figure out the identity of the fleeing person in front of him, whether he had any accomplices, and whether he was an enemy or a friend.
"Still running!"
Han Baihang suddenly stepped away and caught up with the man like a flying ape. When he was two or three meters away from behind, he pounced on him with a walking tiger, knocked the man to the ground, and at the same time grabbed him with both hands.
, and then turned the man over and looked at his face. He was a middle-aged man with a deer head and a rat brain. Han Baihang felt that he looked familiar at first, and after taking a closer look, he suddenly sneered coldly: "It's you, a deserter, who bumped into me."
I've got it. What, who's tomb is coming to Henan again?" It turns out that this person is a tomb robber who once served as Han Baihang's escort. This person ran away in Liuli River and didn't want to meet in Yongcheng.
There really is no place in life where we don’t meet each other.
Waiting for the call was stunned for a moment, and he seemed to recognize Han Baihang. He breathed a sigh of relief, laughed dryly and said, "Platoon leader, what kind of wind has brought you to this remote place in a poor country?"
The guard stepped forward to set up a call, put a box cannon on his forehead, and said sternly: "What platoon leader? This is our company commander!"
Han Baihang stood up, and the commander behind him hurriedly bowed to Han Baihang: "Congratulations to the company commander on your promotion."
"Don't talk about it, tell me what to do if you, a deserter, are caught by me!" Han Baihang waved his hand at the guard, indicating to put down his gun, and glanced sideways at the caller, his eyes showing murderous intent.
Hou Zhao looked disgraced and said with a wry smile: "Company commander, why don't you give me a good beating and treat me like a fool."
Han Baihang was happy, and said with a sullen face: "My hand hurts when I hit you, but you can't do it as fast as a shot. Let me ask you, what is the injury on your body, why are you in Yong'an Town, dare to do it?"
One lie and I will cut off your tongue."
Hou Zhao pointed to the bloody wound on his arm and grinned in pain: "I said it was a zombie that bit the company commander, do you believe it?"
Without saying a word, Han Baihang waved his hands and made a big mouth, which made him scream out in pain.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. The injury on my arm was caused by bandits." Hou Zhao told the truth with his face covered.
Han Baihang wrinkled his nose and said, "You grave robber, why did you get mixed up with the bandits?"
"It's not because of the things inside." Hou Zhao said with a bitter face.
Han Baihang wondered: "I would like to know what treasures were dug out inside?"
Hou Zhao was so upset that he just wanted to slap himself in the face. The man in front of him was obviously interested in it. He was being targeted by bandits and soldiers at the same time. This transaction was regarded as bad. He said vaguely: "It is just a worthless Han tomb.
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"Not valuable?" Han Baihang didn't believe his lies. There is a saying that thieves don't cheat. Zhao Zhao could have walked all the way from Hebei to Henan and was shot by a bandit. He must be a valuable tomb. He stepped forward and climbed up.
Hou Zhao rubbed his neck and said with a smile: "I asked you why I went out today and the magpies screamed. It turned out that I met the God of Wealth. Your boy and I are still hiding it. Tell us what treasures we dug up."
Hou Zhao simply kept silent. When Han Baihang saw that he refused to speak, he did not force him. He asked the guards to simply clean his wound and then let him go. As for why Hou Zhao came to the tobacco field, he found out from the wound
After finding out the reason, he resorted to using opium to stop the bleeding and pain. This kind of folk remedy is very common in China where medicine is scarce.
After waiting for the call to leave, a guard whispered: "Company commander, I will follow him!"
Han Baihang said calmly: "No need, he has to come back to me!"
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As the sun slanted overhead, Feng Guanglin and several leaders hid themselves at a high place and looked down the mountain with squinted eyes. They saw hundreds of bandits at the bottom of the slope charging towards the mountain, shouting: "Capture Feng Guanglin alive!"
Feng Guanglin was so angry that he shouted: "Brothers, beat me hard!"
When the bandits in Heifeng Village saw the enemy approaching, they all raised their guns and fired. Suddenly, smoke was everywhere on the hillside, and the gunfire was as loud as exploding beans. The bandits in Heifeng Village took advantage of the location and repelled the attacking enemies several times in a row.
However, the casualties were not small. There were less than 300 people defending at this moment, and almost everyone was injured.
"Master, the road down the mountain is blocked by Zhu Chunzi. The brothers can't rush out and move reinforcements." A bandit leader ran to Feng Guanglin covered in blood and said in a tearful voice.
"Even if we rush out, we may not be able to bring in reinforcements!" Feng Guanglin emptied a bunch of bullets, took the bullets handed to him by the female gangster behind him, and said expressionlessly.
"The boss has made a lot of friends over the years, and some of them will definitely come!" Military advisor Zhang Zhijiang, a weak scholar, also took up arms. After hearing Feng Guanglin's words, he quickly added that the enemy at the foot of the mountain has been heavily surrounded for several days, and the cottage
Nine times out of ten, the brothers will be injured. If they can't even get reinforcements, they won't be able to defend the stronghold.
Feng Guanglin didn't say anything. He had already recognized five or six different groups of bandits attacking at the foot of the mountain. These people gathered together, and their strength must be thousands. Reinforcements had arrived a few days before, and now they have fought two or three times.
Damn it, even if they come, most of them will probably be on Zhu Chunzi's side.
When there were no outsiders around, Zhang Zhijiang came close to Feng Guanglin and whispered urgently: "Master, I'm afraid the village can't be defended. You can bring a few skilled brothers along the path on the back slope. I'm holding my back here."
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Feng Guanglin took a deep look at Zhang Zhijiang and smiled casually: "Bullshit, the scar on my head is no bigger than a bowl. If I run away, I can't bear to be called "big boss" by my brothers. Military advisor, you are me.
You are forced to go up the mountain. I know that your life in the mountain has been unsatisfactory over the years. I will ask my brother to escort you down the mountain. From now on, you can change your name and become an ordinary citizen. Forget about Erlang Mountain and Heifeng Village."
Zhang Zhijiang's eyes turned red when he heard this, and he shook his head and said: "Thanks to the master, you call me a military advisor. You don't mind the bad ideas I have come up with. If the cottage flourishes and the master lets me go, I will definitely leave happily, but now
The cottage is in danger. If I just slap my ass and leave, I will still be considered a human being. All these years of reading the books of sages have been in vain."
"He is a man, my brother, Feng Guanglin!" Feng Guanglin trembled his lips and patted Zhang Zhijiang's shoulder hard, feeling infinitely sad in his heart.
At this moment, the sound of killing suddenly broke out in the back mountain. The seventh master who was guarding the back mountain ran over with his hands on his shoulders and gasped: "Brother, I can't stand it anymore... The enemy found the trail, where did it come from?"
Called over."
"Ah!" Zhang Zhijiang cried out.
Feng Guanglin's face suddenly turned pale. He lost the back mountain and could not defend the front mountain even if he wanted to. It seemed that today was really his death anniversary.
Everyone's anxious eyes were focused on Feng Guanglin, but Feng Guanglin calmed down, with a faint smile on his face, and said slowly: "I have enjoyed blessings and suffered sins over the years, and I have also slept with beautiful women.
It's no pity to die. I am the one who brought the village to this situation. I cannot escape the blame. I kowtow to my brothers. Don't blame me." Having said this, he knelt down and kowtowed to the bandits.
There were two tears in the corners of the eyes.
"The boss!"
"Brother!"
The bandits screamed and knelt down. This scene of the hero's end made them heartbroken.
"It's time for everyone to disperse. Zhu Chunzi is a good person. If you vote for him, you won't have to worry about food. I don't think he will embarrass you." Feng Guanglin stood up and waved his hand to give the last order.
"What about you, Mr. Zhang?" Zhang Zhijiang grabbed his sleeve.
Feng Guanglin said with a smile: "I have to die." He knew that only if he died could Zhu Chunzi safely collect the bandits from Heifeng Village.
"Master, we are not going anywhere, we will just follow you. If we fight hard, we will be a good man even if we die!" The seventh master roared with red eyes.
"Yes, let's fight!" the bandits roared excitedly.
"Capture Feng Guanglin alive!"
"..."
The bandits who came down from the mountain launched a final general attack, and their killing cries were earth-shattering.
