Bury the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 423 Isn't this just a credit?
Wang Zixuan held Guan Dao in his right hand, the silk on his body was already spattered with blood, and more than a dozen men of different ages also held swords, guns and sticks, all of them were panting because of the ferocious expressions on their faces and their bodies. It was blood-splattered and looked murderous.

A pile of wolf smoke was burning in the yard behind Wang Zixuan and the group of men. Dozens of flintlock guns that had been emptied and completely smashed were scattered around the smoke. In front of Wang Zixuan and the group of men, there were The corpses of Kunlun slaves all over the ground, the gurgling blood did not appear red, but was set off by the color of Kunlun slaves like coal washing water.

Across the corpses all over the ground, a group of Kunlun slaves holding sticks or stones were full of panic. The Kunlun slaves in the front kept trying to retreat, making the team that had no formation at all even more crowded. and flustered.

Senal, who was hiding in the yard, looked at Wang Zixuan stupidly, and couldn't figure out why this good brother who was gentle and soft-spoken in the past turned into the murderous appearance now, as if suddenly It's like a different person from time to time, and it becomes extremely strange.

There are also dozens of men following Wang Zixuan. Among these men, the oldest is the butler, who looks to be about five or sixty years old, while the youngest is only seventeen or eighteen years old. Senal is not uncommon. I have seen these men before, but I have never seen such a cruel side of these people.

In Senal's impression, these men always seem to be polite, they speak at a leisurely pace, and they do everything in an orderly manner.

But now, these men don't seem to care about their own lives at all, and they don't care about other people's lives either.

This extreme contrast made Senal feel very confused. For a while, he couldn't even figure out which one was the real image of these Ming people in front of him.

However, Wang Zixuan ignored the bewildered Sennar, but let out a loud bang, picked up the Guan knife in his hand again, and pointed the tip of the knife at the opposite Kunlun slave: "Come on! Come on!"

The group of men following Wang Zixuan also stood up straight, and took a step forward in unison, pointing their knives and guns at the Kunlun slave on the opposite side.

Senna was taken aback for a moment.

Senal, who had been hiding in the yard, saw very clearly that Wang Zixuan's legs were trembling faintly. Although the men behind Wang Zixuan took a step forward, their legs were also trembling.

Not because of fear, but because of the tired trembling of fighting and killing for a long time.

This meant that Wang Zixuan and the guys behind him were at the end of their battles. As long as the Kunlun slaves on the opposite side rushed over again, Wang Zixuan and the others might be angry on the spot.

If Wang Zixuan and the others were killed by these Kunlun slaves...

Senal shook his head slightly, found a long knife and held it in his hand, then quietly squeezed to Wang Zixuan's side, and said in a low voice: "Wang, you shouldn't provoke them anymore, these Kunlun slaves... "

Wang Zixuan ignored Senal's persuasion, but gave another bah, looked at the Kunlun slaves on the opposite side like a madman and shouted: "Come on!"

Seeing that Wang Zixuan had fallen into madness, Senal could only clenched the long knife in his hand after a wry smile.

If Wang Zixuan and the others were killed by these Kunlun slaves, what would be the use of hiding?

These dirty Kunlun slaves will definitely pull themselves out of the corners and kill themselves.

Thinking of this, Senal simply smiled - instead of waiting to be killed by these Kunlun slaves, why not go crazy with Wang Zixuan?
However, just when Senal was ready to die with Wang Zixuan, the Kunlun slaves on the opposite side ran away amidst Wang Zixuan's angry shouts.

Senar could see clearly that those Kunlun slaves were frightened by Wang Zixuan's angry shout, and fled in all directions screaming. Many of them even threw away the sticks and stones in their hands, as if carrying these Things will affect the speed of their own escape.

So, is there any special magical energy contained in Wang Zixuan's roar?
Senal, who just laughed uglier than crying, looked at Wang Zixuan in a daze, and asked, "So... win? We won?"

Wang Zixuan let out a laugh, and said quite proudly: "From my point of view, these Kunlun slaves are nothing more than some local chickens and dogs. What's the point of selling their heads by inserting labels?"

The housekeeper who followed Wang Zixuan secretly complained about his master’s ignorance—it’s okay to say that the Kunlun slaves are local chickens and dogs, and it’s okay to say that they are the first generation to insert labels, but when these two words are used together, You really don't think it's awkward?
But, the butler in Wang Zixuan's family is knowledgeable, but it doesn't mean Senal is also knowledgeable.

After hearing Wang Zixuan utter the two idioms of chicken tile dog and inserting the label to sell the first, Senal's admiration for Wang Zixuan in his heart swelled to the limit.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of any suitable words to praise Wang Zixuan, and Senal could only say two words with an extremely awkward pronunciation: "Twist beep!"

The praised Wang Zixuan laughed, then snorted coldly, turned his head and said: "Arrange people to cook some food, and let the brothers have a good rest. Maybe these Kunlun slaves will come again sometime."

Even though the housekeeper bowed down, Senal was taken aback and asked repeatedly: "King, you mean they will come again? I was already very tired from watching you just now, if they come again... Otherwise, Let's find a way to go to your Ming embassy, ​​shall we?"

Wang Zixuan chuckled, and after arranging the guard post casually, he said to Senal: "Go to the embassy? If we ran to the embassy from the beginning, then of course it would be no problem, but how can we go to the embassy now? ? You should know how far we are from the embassy, ​​right?"

Speaking of this, Wang Zixuan turned his head and glanced at the smoke in the yard: "Besides, why do we go to the embassy? Seeking the asylum of the embassy can guarantee our safety, but the chance of making meritorious deeds is gone."

Senal was taken aback, and persuaded: "But, this is too dangerous, maybe when..."

Wang Zixuan waved his hand and said: "If I die here, I will die here! If I die here today, I will have a separate page in my family tree. Among all the memorial tablets, except for my ancestors, I belong to the front. The county chronicles are full of colors." If you write me a fortune, you may even have to write an article for me in the "Daming Newspaper"—compared to these, what is death?"

Senal felt that Wang Zixuan must be crazy.

In Europa, those who have made great contributions to the family will of course be described in the family history, but that's all.

To put it bluntly, only when a person is alive can he enjoy the glory and benefits brought by the credit, and when a person is dead, he can still enjoy the fart!

Don't care about life and death at all just to make people write a few more sentences in the family history?

Perhaps, he is also crazy?

Otherwise, why didn't he honestly follow his wife and lovers to the Daming embassy to seek asylum, but chose to stay for the sake of so-called loyalty?
Just when Senal was thinking wildly, a lot of idioms came out of Wang Zixuan's mouth one after another: "Bravely crown the three armies, seal the wolf and live in Xuxu, drink horses in the sea, honor the ancestors..."

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Looking at the smoke rising from the location of the embassy in Benghazi, Gu Xiangming, the leader of Daming's military base in Benghazi, was excited like a fool: "Come! Come! Damn, I finally made me wait!"

The face of the supervisor Ge Congjun was also full of excitement: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, it seems that I am about to switch defenses, and this opportunity to make meritorious deeds has come to my door by itself! Lao Gu, hurry up, call the brothers and prepare to go out!"

Gu Xiangming nodded, and immediately ordered people to summon the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty in the military base: "Brothers, the time has come to fight for the Ming Dynasty! The opportunity to live in the wolf, drink the horse in the sea, become famous, leave a name in history, and glorify the ancestors has come!" !"

"If you have made third-class merit, you will have to open a separate page for you in the genealogy. You will have face if you enter the ancestral hall!"

"For second-class meritorious service, the plaque of Guangzong Yaozu will be delivered to your home. During the holidays, the magistrates of counties and prefectures will have to visit your home!"

"If you make a first-class meritorious service, you will be included in the history books! Your children may even read your name when they go to school!"

As Gu Xiangming's voice fell, the soldiers in the entire military base were also excited.

Are you using this to test us?Who the hell can refuse!

Seeing that all the soldiers were getting excited, Gu Xiangming coughed again and said, "Damn it, pay attention to me, pay attention to the supervising army when charging forward, don't let that guy take the lead in charging again!"

As for the strength of Benghazi, the corresponding strategy and tactics, and the preparations that our own side needs to make?
After being stationed in Benghazi for nearly three years, Gu Xiangming had figured out the situation in Benghazi early in the morning - few troops, chaotic management, basically no logistics, completely nonsense strategy, completely blind tactics, no training, no equipment Not at all.

To put it simply, Benghazi's army is more numerous than the Eight Banners masters of the Qing Dynasty.

At least the veteran soldiers of the Eight Banners still pay attention to the establishment of the Eight Banners. The artillery and guns are equipped with a little bit, and the infantry, navy, artillery, and cavalry are all equipped. No matter how corrupt the logistics are Those with logistics, even if the generals are unreliable, they must have read "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

In contrast, the Benghazi army is basically a rabble that has nothing. The shooting of firecrackers and artillery relies entirely on faith. When fighting, it is better to compare whose voice is louder and whose luck is better.

Other than that, no farts.

Such an "army", Gu Xiangming felt, not to mention the soldiers of Daming's military base in Benghazi Port, even if hundreds of guards in uniforms were randomly pulled from any chief envoy of Daming, as long as they were given weapons, they would all Can sweep the whole of Benghazi!

In this case, how about preparing for a fart?

Done!

After all, no matter how much the Ming army doesn’t pay attention to strategy and tactics, it has undergone rigorous training. In addition, the equipment of the Ming army is the most advanced in the entire small broken ball. They want to blast away the so-called city of Benghazi. The door couldn't be easier.

And as the Ming army began to march towards Benghazi, Khamis in Benghazi also got related news.

But Khamis did not panic. Instead, after summoning the nobles and ministers in Benghazi, he calmly began to assign tasks: "Ali, go and stop those Ming troops and tell them that the affairs of Benghazi are up to us in Benghazi." People solve it by themselves, they don't need to intervene."

"Antoine, immediately organize your army and prepare for defense. Even if the Ming army dare not attack, you must act as if you are on defense."

"Marcus, I need you to prepare gold, silver, jewelry and food immediately and distribute them to our warriors in Benghazi. The time has come for them to protect Benghazi!"

"..."

After Khamis' words fell, the nobles and ministers in Benghazi were immediately stunned—if I heard correctly, Khamis was asking Ming's army to retreat completely in the tone of an order?
Who the hell gave you the confidence!

Although we in Benghazi don't have much contact with the Ming country, and we don't know much about the military strength of the Ming country, but the Ming country has garrisoned troops in Benghazi openly, you bastard!

After careful consideration, Benghazi's Chief Minister Ali tentatively asked: "Dear Khamis, although I really hope that the Ming army can retreat, but our Benghazi army does not seem to be the Ming army. opponent?"

Khamisha laughed and said, "Of course, I know that our Benghazi army can't beat Ming's army. After all, I have been to Ming, and I know how powerful Ming's army is."

Hearing what Khamis said, Ali and other nobles and ministers in Benghazi were even more confused.

You know, you still want to provoke the Ming army?

Are you trying to die by riding a horse?
However, if you die, don't bring us Benghazi, bastard!

However, when Ali and other Benghazi nobles and ministers secretly complained, Khamis went on to say: "Don't worry, the Ming embassy has been surrounded by Saif, if they don't want the Ming embassy and If something happens to the Ming people in Benghazi, they can only return to their military base honestly."

"Maybe, we can take this opportunity to ask the Ming army to withdraw its military base in Benghazi—if there is no Ming army's military base in Benghazi Port, we will be more confident in fighting the French frogs!"

Speaking of this, Khamis suddenly sneered again: "If they want to blame, they can only blame the emperor of the Ming country. Who made him keep saying that the civilians of the Ming country should be the first? Well now, those Ming people in Benghazi Chinese people are the biggest bargaining chip in our hands!"

Ali and other Benghazi nobles and ministers immediately cast their admiration on Khamis, and Antoine, the military chief of Benghazi, shouted with confidence: "Dear Khamis, your wisdom is to guide you. The direction we are headed! Under your leadership, we will definitely be able to defeat the Ming people!"

(End of this chapter)