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Chapter 350 I Offer My Blood to Xuanyuan

Yonggui arrived in Guangzhou without stopping, bringing only eight people with him, including his entourage and staff, and a team of Eight Banners soldiers as guards.

However, the one who was faster than him was Li Shiyao. He was waiting outside the city before Yonggui arrived.

When the two took over, Li Shiyao not only did not leave Yonggui with any deficit, but the treasury even had a surplus of tens of thousands of taels of silver.

This was extremely unusual in the Qing Dynasty officialdom. Generally speaking, the previous official would leave a deficit for the current official. There were even cases where the deficit was so large that the current official was unwilling to take over.

Therefore, Yonggui had a pretty good feeling about Li Shiyao, at least he didn't make a mess for him at this time.

But Debao was different. The first thing he said when he saw Yonggui was, "Brother, you've just arrived in Guangzhou and scared away countless termites. I'm so anxiously waiting for you!"

Yonggui chuckled. He didn't quite understand the conflict between Li Shiyao and Debao, but he felt that since they were all bannermen, they should work together.

"You are too kind, Governor De. I am new here, and I would like you to sort out the situation of Guangdong and Guangxi, as well as that Ming scholar Mo Wu, for me."

According to the original system, the Governor-General of Guangdong and Guangxi focused more on military affairs and was not necessarily the superior of the Governor of Guangdong in civil matters. However, in recent years, the power of the Governor-General has become increasingly important, and he has gradually evolved into the superior of the Governor-General.

When Debao heard Yonggui's question, he immediately exaggerated and criticized Li Shiyao. In his words, Li Shiyao was the culprit for the current corruption in Tiannan, and the immediate execution was a mercy from the emperor.

Do you think there are any irreconcilable conflicts between these two people?
Well, kind of.

The biggest contradiction was that Li Shiyao, Guangzhou General Yang Ning and Guangdong Customs Supervisor Li Wenzhao together controlled the way to contact Mo Zibu.

The annual tin ore trade and smuggling in and out bring in at least one million taels of profit.

Even two years ago, they colluded with Mo Wu to manipulate the time when tin ore ships arrived in Guangzhou, thereby causing price fluctuations to buy low and sell high. This time alone, they made more than 200,000 taels.

As for Debao, he didn't get anything. How could he not hate Li Shiyao?

At the same time, Debao was a pure Tungusic wild breed and had deep feelings for the Qing regime, at least higher than Han army bannermen like Li Shiyao.

After Li Shiyao found that he couldn't press Mo Zibu down, all he could think about was how to land.

However, Debao still wanted to severely suppress these "rebels" and not let them develop too much in Guangzhou.

However, after listening to Debao's exaggeration, Yonggui did not express any opinion, because Yonggui knew that Qianlong still trusted Li Shiyao.

After all, since the Three Feudatories, the Qing Dynasty has established a firm foothold and there has never been a case of the Manchus turning to the Han people. How could the Eight Banners masters not want to become Han people?

In Qianlong's view, Li Shiyao, the descendant of the number one traitor Li Yongfang, may be corrupt, but he still has a basic stance.

Moreover, Li Shiyao is so familiar with Guangdong and Guangxi and Mo Zibu. He is recalled to Beijing to suppress and scare them now, as he will still be put to use in the future.

Therefore, Yonggui would never completely listen to Debao, and it was even more impossible for them to jointly impeach Li Shiyao as Debao expected.

Debao patiently pestered for a long time, but Yonggui did not express any opinion. He could only bear the frustration and give up for the time being.

Then he ordered his guards and attendants to carry out ceremonial marches from the Governor-General's Office of Guangdong and Guangxi on Maima Street to the Office of the Governor of Guangdong on Fuqian Street.

The governor's office was not very close to the governor's office. Debao was a little excited just now and felt quite tired, so he took a nap in the sedan chair.

This governor's knowledge and ability were very average. He even passed the Eight Banners Imperial Examination by relying on his father's help. It would be an exaggeration to say that he was illiterate, but it is still appropriate to say that he was unlearned.

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Between the Governor-General's Office of Guangdong and Guangxi and the Governor's Office of Guangdong was the Governor's Camp's garrison. According to the system, the Governor's Camp, which was responsible for the escort mission, had to escort the Governor to the office before returning to the camp.

However, the Qing Dynasty had enjoyed peace for hundreds of years, and the systems that were summarized by our predecessors with blood and tears had almost been discarded.

More than 200 standard-bearers walked to the entrance of the alley leading to their barracks. The captain in charge said hello to Goshaha of Debao and left with the standard-bearers.

He entrusted the important task of protecting Governor Debao to Governor Goshaha, who had about thirty people, and about forty or fifty servants and yamen runners.

"Master, the great judge of heaven, I am innocent and I am here to appeal!" Debao was taking a nap when he heard a loud scream that shook the earth.

"Where did this troublemaker come from? Can't he even read?" The governor frowned impatiently in the sedan chair.

"Go, get the Panyu County Dianshi to lead the people to clean up the streets. I'm not the magistrate of Panyu or Nanhai, so why am I crying out for justice here?"

Although there were many such scenes of stopping the sedan chair to appeal for justice on TV in later generations, and the effects were often quite good, in reality, officials at all levels were very annoyed by this practice.

But today seemed different. The confidant went to the front for a while, and then ran back.

"Your Excellency, the man crying out for justice brought two large stone locks and locked himself to them. Panyu's Zhou Dianshi and his men are unable to drive him away."

Debao, already unhappy at being disturbed from his sleep, was even more furious after hearing this. "What's going on? Do you want me, the governor, to move this stone lock myself? Are the water and fire sticks in the hands of the Panyu County yamen runners vegetarian?"

The confidant looked at Debao with a wry smile and was about to explain when Zhou Dianshi of Panyu County ran over with blood on his official uniform. When he saw Debao, he knelt down with a thud.

"Your Excellency, that unruly man was beaten to a pulp, yet he refused to hand over the key. The stone lock weighed hundreds of pounds, and he couldn't move it in a hurry. There were other onlookers and people making a fuss. If we continue beating him, it would be disgraceful!"

Debao really wanted to slap the Dianshi a few times, but the Dianshi just knelt down and he couldn't slap him.

Seeing this situation, his confidant Goshha could only whisper to Debao, "Sir, let's turn right here and go through the alley near the Guandi Temple."

"Okay, okay, go back home quickly, I'm sleepy." Debao urged impatiently.

So, twenty or thirty Goshahas, plus more than ten yamen runners, protected Debao's sedan chair, broke away from the governor's ceremonial procession, and turned right into the alley in the Guandi Temple.

The alley was quite narrow, and the guards could only guard the front and back, and could not take care of the left and right sides. There were mostly two-story wooden buildings on both sides, and there seemed to be some shadowy figures on them.

Gosha Baizong felt a sudden panic for no apparent reason and gestured to the Panyu County yamen runners in front of him to walk faster.

Chen Shaocheng was holding a bamboo basket, which he hung on his chest. The basket was full of black bombs. He took a deep breath, as if the roar of his great-uncle Chen Wen Zhong was still ringing in his ears.

My great-grandfather had been sawed in two by the Tartars, and the Chen family was not allowed to collect his body, so only a cenotaph remained. My own great-grandfather had also followed the Yongli Emperor, fighting across thousands of miles, and died with hatred in his heart.

"To claim justice, one must first declare national merit. The teacher will soon be defeated and cry out. A lifetime of devotion has been devoted to Chang Hongbi, and the management of the Hundred Yues has been devoted to Wu Zitao. Tears stream down my eyes as I weep in the dewdrops of my flagpole, My body rides high on the Jiwei Jade Hall. Throughout my life, the Yanxu were my teachers and friends, and today, I am summoning my soul and reading the Sao. "

Chen Shaocheng murmured his great-grandfather's heart-wrenching poems, took out a bomb from the bamboo basket with his right hand, blew the fire stick to light it, looked at the glowing fuse, and threw it at Debao's green velvet sedan chair.

With a loud bang, a violent explosion suddenly sounded, and porcelain pieces and iron filings in the bomb whizzed around.

A Debao aide, standing to the left of the sedan, screamed and instantly became a bloody mess. He stumbled and cried, dragging his right leg, which was almost broken by the explosion, and ran forward. "Bang!" Almost at the same time as the explosion, the man carrying the sedan howled and began to run around, and the sedan fell heavily to the ground.

Chen Shaocheng waited patiently and did not throw the second bomb because he wanted to wait until Debao ran out of the sedan in fear before throwing it.

However, Chen Shaocheng waited in vain, not because Debao was calm, but because Debao was so scared that he sat in the sedan chair with no curtains, like a wooden chicken.

"Abao, let's go!" For a moment, Chen Shaocheng's brain was a little blank. Seeing that he didn't continue throwing, the Ye brothers roared and rushed out.

By the way, the Bannermen at that time were not completely corrupt. When Debao's Gosha heard the explosion, he did not turn around and run away in fright, but quickly ran towards Debao's sedan chair from the front and back.

Ye Tingbao was holding two swords and wanted to rush into the sedan chair to kill people, but he only heard footsteps and Debao's Goshaha rushed back.

Ye Tingbao had no idea what was going on inside the sedan, so he could only choose to fight first. The two sides started fighting with clanging sounds.

At the same time, just as Ye Tingtai rushed out, three or four Goshaha rushed back and entangled him.

Ye Tingtai raised his hand and swung a pistol, knocking down the person who rushed back. Then he threw away the pistol, held the guns in both hands, and rushed forward.

Stabbing, piercing, teasing, plucking and picking, Ye Tingtai wielded his spear to perfection. In an instant, he fired four shots, knocking down two of the three Goshahas. The remaining one had a pale face and was shouting from a distance, but he didn't dare to come forward.

At the same time, Ye Tingbao, holding two knives, killed more than a dozen Debaogoshas and forced them to retreat, and even stabbed one person to death.

"Atai, sedan chair!" Despite his busy schedule, Ye Tingbao still had time to remind Ye Tingtai.

After being reminded by his cousin, Ye Tingtai abandoned Goshaha who was afraid to step forward, and pulled aside the curtain of the sedan chair. He immediately saw the fat Debao climbing out of the window with his butt sticking out.

Ye Tingtai fired a shot directly, piercing Debao's big butt!

A terrifying scream was heard, and Debao, who was stabbed in the butt, crawled even faster.

This guy was over 1.6 meters tall and weighed 170 to 180 kilograms. His butt weighed at least 30 to 40 kilograms and he had a lot of fat. He was shot by Ye Tingtai but didn't suffer any fatal injuries.

Ye Tingtai roared and chased after them with his gun in hand, but at this time seven or eight Goshaha came back, and the governor's standard camp, which had just returned to the camp, sounded the horn loudly, and heavy footsteps were heard, and the standard-bearers of the governor's standard camp were dispatched.

Chen Shaocheng felt that he had made some mistakes just now. He didn't think that his life would be in danger. He was just blushing because he delayed the assassination.

Seeing Debao running away, he shouted, "Brother Ye, go kill Debao!"

Afterwards, Chen Shaocheng ran from the second floor to the alley entrance in a few quick steps. As soon as he raised the bomb in his hand, seven or eight Goshaha who had run back had already arrived, and the figures of the governor's standard-bearers were also visible.

Chen Shaocheng roared and increased the ignition speed to the fastest. Several bombs whizzed down from above his head.

The first one landed accurately in the crowd, instantly knocking two people to the ground. Then two more flew out, and two more of the eight Goshas who came back were knocked to the ground.

The four guys did not die immediately, but cried on the ground holding their broken limbs. The remaining people were frightened and did not dare to step forward.

Chen Shaocheng was about to go back to blow up Debao, but unfortunately the governor's standard-bearers arrived. He could only steady himself and keep dropping bombs from the second floor to stop the standard-bearers from advancing.

On the other side, Ye Tingbao, holding two knives, had already killed four or five people, but two fists were no match for four hands, and he himself was covered in blood.

But his bravery was very effective, and he suppressed more than a dozen Goshaha in a corner. These Goshaha wanted to go forward to rescue Debao, but they could not break through Ye Tingbao's blockade.

At the same time, Debao, who had a bloody hole in his butt, burst out with amazing energy, like a lame fat dog, and was about to pass behind Ye Tingbao.

Ye Tingbao roared angrily, turned around suddenly, and stabbed Debao to death.

Debao was stabbed several times in an instant, but he gritted his teeth and did not scream, but continued to stumble forward and flee.

Unfortunately, Ye Tingbao was almost exhausted, and the stabbing effect of his waist knife was not as good as that of the spear. At this moment, Debao's Goshas were eager to save their master, and rushed forward desperately with swords and spears.

Ye Tingbao was unable to turn around and dodge, and was shot several times in an instant.

He saw his cousin Ye Tingtai chasing after him, and he roared and used his last strength to throw a knife, knocking down a Goshaha who was trying to stab Ye Tingtai. Then he vomited blood and was surrounded by the Goshaha who rushed over.

Debao ran very fast, but suddenly he felt severe pain all over his body. It turned out that his adrenaline had expired.

But he was very happy in his heart, because not far away, the Panyu Dianshi was hiding in a corner with several yamen runners.

Debao smiled and was about to speak when he saw Zhou Dianshi running over to help him. He felt even happier and also stretched out his hands.

But as soon as the two men's hands met, Debao suddenly felt as if his hands were clamped by iron pliers.

He opened the door wide, like a piece of hanging clothes.

"Die, Tartar!" Ye Tingtai, who was chasing after them, was overjoyed. His spear shot out like a dragon and pierced into Debao's back like a meteor.

The gun tip passed through the chest and pierced the heart directly, and there was no doubt that he would die.

Zhou Dianshi looked at the spear tip protruding from Debao's chest and rushed forward to push. He felt his chest and abdomen being cut open, and then he cried out loudly: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency, please help!"

Hearing Zhou Dianshi's cries, the Goshahas were frightened and ran over to take a look. They saw Debao lying on Zhou Dianshi. When they pulled him up, they found that Debao had been shot in the chest and was dead.

Zhou Dianshi was covered in blood, his chest a bloody mess, and he was still crying out, "Quickly find a doctor, quickly find a doctor!"

Seemingly extremely loyal.

The madman who stabbed Lord Debao to death had long disappeared.

At the other end of the alley, Chen Shaocheng dropped twenty bombs, killing and injuring more than thirty people.

When the governor's standard-bearer rushed over, Chen Shaocheng looked at the crowd at the alley entrance, who were terrified but couldn't help wanting to watch the excitement, and shouted:

"I am the grandson of Chen Zizhuang. Today I come to avenge my ancestors and the people of my hometown who suffered the Gengyin disaster. I will die without regrets. Hahahaha, I will die without regrets!"

Then he lit the last bomb and smiled contemptuously in front of the governor's standard-bearer who ran up to the second floor.

"Boom!" The brilliant flames seemed to illuminate the city of Guangzhou on this gloomy afternoon.

Thin strips of blood and flesh covered the heads and faces of many people, and even the lintel of the Guandi Temple at the entrance of the alley was splashed with blood.

(End of this chapter)