Republic of China: My great warlord, many children, many blessings.

50. They seized control of the mountain stronghold.

With Shen Hao's command.

Three belt-fed Maxim heavy machine guns opened fire simultaneously.

Da da da!

A Gatling gun spews fire, but a Maxim gun spews water.

Because a high rate of fire would cause the Maxim gun barrel to overheat, affecting its ability to fire continuously.

Therefore, in order to dissipate heat, the Maxim machine gun was equipped with a water-cooling device at the muzzle.

Like a cold, sinister cobra, it is even more lethal, ruthlessly reaping the lives of bandits.

The bandits at the forefront were easily destroyed, like pieces of paper.

The Maxim heavy machine gun, capable of firing 600 rounds per minute, was more lethal than the Gatling gun of the same period.

In an instant, they wiped out over a hundred bandits.

Corpses littered the field, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and hundreds of bandits collapsed instantly.

The bandits had never seen such a terrifying weapon before.

Terrified, he turned and ran away.

All the bandits were terrified.

They never expected that the other side had heavy weapons; if they had known, they would never have dared to come.

Unfortunately, the sprint distance was too short, and the fear made it impossible to run fast.

The bandit leader was so frightened that he was dumbfounded; he had never seen such a heavy machine gun before.

They mounted their horses and rode off.

Zhou Laoliu, who was standing to the side, was also ready to mount his horse and ride away.

As a result, he was shot dead by the bandit leader.

"Damn it, it's all your fault, and you still want to run away?"

He had barely taken a few steps after mounting his horse when Shen Hao shot him dead.

The bandits, numbering nearly 500, were reduced to only about 300 in just a few minutes, scattering in terror.

Shen Hao snorted coldly and said, "Chase after them!"

He put the heavy machine gun into his spatial ring and immediately rode off to catch up.

Shen Hao did not chase after the one that ran up the mountain.

But those who ran into the plains were all shot dead by Shen Hao.

About ten minutes later, Shen Hao's remaining 60 assassins surrounded them.

They captured more than 100 bandits.

246 people were killed, and the rest scattered.

The leader is dead, and so is the guide, Zhou Laoliu.

Looking at so many corpses, many of them incomplete, the ground was stained red with blood.

The scene was so intense that even Shen Hao found it hard to adapt at first, and he felt nauseous and almost vomited.

Maxim truly lived up to his reputation as a battlefield reaper.

However, in just a few minutes, Shen Hao had used up all 10,000 bullets.

Seeing so many bandits, Shen Hao asked, "Where is your hideout?"

"At... at Qinglong Mountain," these people trembled as if they had seen the King of Hell when they saw Shen Hao.

Shen Hao asked, "Who else is on the mountain?"

"There are also 20 gatekeepers on the mountain, and a clerk named Black Pen."

Now that Shen Hao's army is strong and well-equipped, he directly sent someone to take him to the mountain stronghold.

"Go to your lair"

"He's a military officer."

When they arrived at the bandit stronghold of Qinglong Village, the stronghold was so well hidden that ordinary people would not be able to find it.

Shen Hao originally thought that he would have to fight again, but to his surprise, when the bandits saw the main force, they surrendered without saying a word and opened the gates of the stronghold.

This made Shen Hao think that the other party was up to something.

So, they sent someone to check it out.

They forced everyone to kneel at the entrance of the mountain stronghold.

Only after confirming there was no danger did Shen Hao go inside.

Shen Hao looked around and said, "Have someone bring that black-pen clerk over here."

"Yes"

Soon a well-mannered young man wearing glasses was brought over.

"You're the clerk who used the black pen."

The young man hurriedly replied, "Reporting to the sir, although I am the advisor, I have never suggested that they burn, kill, and loot. They can all testify to this."

During summer vacation, I traveled to Guangdong Province with my classmates. On the way, we were kidnapped by bandits and forced to become their clerks, who called us "Black Pen Clerks".

I was just helping them with their bookkeeping; I didn't harm anyone.

The surrounding bandits all nodded in agreement.

Shen Hao asked, "What's your name?"

"Sir, my name is Zhang Daqian."

"What the hell? Say it again!" Shen Hao thought he had misheard and asked again;

"Sir, my name really is Zhang Daqian, I'm not lying."

Shen Hao then took a closer look at the man called Black Pen Advisor.

"Can you draw?"

"It's an adult"

Zhang Daqian found it strange, not understanding why Shen Hao knew he could paint.

"People from there?"

"From Sichuan Province"

He confirmed that the person in front of him was Zhang Daqian, the great painter of the Republic of China era.

Shen Hao was somewhat surprised that he had actually saved a master of traditional Chinese painting from a later generation.

Zhang Daqian's artistic achievements after this are very high; a single painting can sell for hundreds of millions of yuan, which is quite valuable.

The most expensive one sold for 3.7 million.

However, Zhang Daqian's skill level has not yet reached that level.

This kid is a good investment.

Moreover, it was Zhang Daqian who just advocated opening the gates of the mountain stronghold and surrendering.

Shen Hao said, "In that case, let's go home. Remember to keep drawing. I have faith in you."

Here, take these ten silver dollars.

Zhang Daqian received the silver dollars from Shen Hao, his eyes filled with tears of emotion.

Choking back tears, he bowed and said, "Thank you, sir. May I ask your name? I will surely repay your kindness in the future."

"Alright, hurry up and leave, or I'll change my mind."

"It's an adult"

Zhang Daqian looked deeply at Shen Hao, his eyes filled with tears, deeply moved.

This person is strangely nice!

He had been living in constant fear ever since he was captured and imprisoned in the bandits' den.

Unexpectedly, I was rescued today.

I'm in a very good mood.

But I will always remember this kindness.

In the mountain stronghold, the bandits had more than a dozen horses and hundreds of guns, all of which were Hanyang rifles, but no heavy machine guns at all.

The others were some large blades.

There's plenty of grain, enough to last for several years.

There were fifty gold bars, more than a thousand silver dollars, and more than a dozen boxes of opium.