Zhao Guanhou is not a sympathetic person. He is not a reads in his previous life or in this life. He saved these foreigners just because if they die, they will have a lot of trouble in the future. After all, this is the case in the Jin Dynasty. Dead foreigners are a big deal, and how many can they save. But after so many foreigners were brought to the concession, he also found a problem, and it was too troublesome to send them home one by one. What's more, where should they send them to them like those dancers?

Fortunately, Hoover has a way, "You just need to send people to Molin Foreign Company. Everyone can stay there for a night. After dawn, I will send them home. As for these ladies... it is not too difficult for them to find a new place. After all, Tianjin does not have only one club."

Zhao Guanhou secretly praised himself for his cleverness. He walked around the gate of hell this night, but he didn't know each other in the past, and this time he had a topic. If he told each other about his names for one night, he could build a network of personal connections. It would definitely be useful in the future. This foreigner is a little sensible.

This kind of mentality did not harm him, so he didn't have to object. The group advanced hundreds of meters, and faintly the sound of the horse team running came from the opposite side. Zhao Guanhou frowned, "When will the refugees have horse team?" His pistol was raised, but what he saw was the moonlight reflected from Taisi's breastplate and the revolver that was also raised high.

"Mr. Zhao?"

"Huo Qiu?"

Both sides recognized the other party's identity at about the same time. The small-scale horse team that ran over was Huo Qiu's cavalry whistle. Zhao Guanhou's white horse was very eye-catching. Therefore, Huo Qiu didn't even have to look at the knights, but only looked at the mounts to know who the visitor was.

He quickly got out of the saddle and dismounted, "Sir. Is your house safe? I should have taken the horse team to protect the adults and officials' family, but Lord Yuan has strict orders to let us protect the concession. I have no choice. I think there is a martial arts school near your mansion, and those refugees should not attack there."

Zhao Guanhou did not answer, but asked him, "How many of us are here now, where is Lord Yuan?"

"Mr. Yuan is right at the consulate, and his personal soldiers are all brought. In addition, an infantry post and dozens of people were brought to the defense camp. Those people are not very useful, so let's not mention him. This time, we are in the concession to deal with these refugees. Otherwise, the Cape soldiers would have to land at Dagukou and come to the concession."

Yuan Weiting took the position of the Censorate, but the New Army was not handed over, so he was in the position of Tianjin and running at the two ends of the small station. If it were normal, his main energy would be on the new army in Xiaozhan, after all, it was his foundation. It was just that the year approached, and there were countless social engagements in the officialdom, so Yuan Weiting had to stay in Tianjin to handle necessary official business and socialize some people who needed social engagements.

The one who was stationed with him was his personal soldiers, and an infantry whistle was drawn to use it as a guard. As a result, shortly after the incident occurred, Yuan Weiting immediately controlled all these troops after receiving the news. Among the officers, there were a few people like Zhao Guanhou on holiday, but fortunately, most of the officers were recruited from Henan and had never had a vacation. With the order, Yuan Weiting asked them to complete the mobilization and drove into the Zizhu Forest Concession at an extremely fast speed.

In such occasions, the cavalry's deterrence is far greater than that of infantry. The garrisons in the concession are limited, and they can only protect the consulate or some important places. Ordinary expatriates can only rely on their own and pray. When they fall into despair, the Jin Kingdom, wearing armor and riding Western horses, rushing back and forth on the spacious streets of the concession, wielding swords to kill people. For these foreigners, they almost kneel down and praise God's greatness. Some foreigners hid on the building floors of the apartment, applauded the Jin horse team and praised its majestic and majestic posture.

But the concession was too large, and it was expected that the force of less than 150 men would be suppressed by the troops of less than 150 men to suppress the refugees. It was obvious that the cavalry team with the strongest combat effectiveness had been divided into three, using the sentry as a unit, advancing in different directions, driving away refugees and minimizing losses as much as possible.

Zhao Guanhou asked Yuan Weiting where he flew on his horse and asked someone to send Hoover to Molin Foreign Service. Before breaking up, he waved his hands to a group of foreigners to say goodbye. After his horse left, some foreigners whispered, "This is such a great knight... Yes, I also think he is very suitable for development. If possible, I think we should have more contact with him."

Hoover thought: Perhaps, to deal with the red turban, one such general is needed. If those people are gone, Shandong's mineral products... the Prussians...

Yuan Weiting stood with Cape Consul Antoine, with a look of ugly expression. In front of them was a three-story western-style building that had already caught fire. Some Cape people and the members of the Jin Dynasty were trying their best to put out the fire. But the problem was that it was winter now, and the water froze into ice, and it was difficult to get water. Even if you find a little water, it would be a drop in the bucket and it was difficult to control the fire.

It was at this time that Zhao Guanhou arrived and saw the fired foreign building, he didn't know why. According to his thoughts, no matter how valuable the foreign building has been burned like this, he could only give up and try to compensate in the future. It would be better to do other things than wasted time here. However, seeing Antoine's face was gloomy and he used his precious troops to put out the fire, Yuan Weiting was also among them. It was a different meaning, but he dared not argue.

Seeing Zhao Guanhou coming, Yuan Weiting was stunned and then said, "Go and put out the fire quickly. Let's talk about other things later. Mrs. Jason was trapped in the fire and has not been rescued yet. This person has a great relationship and must be rescued..."

Of course they had to save Mrs. Jason. If such an important person was buried in the fire, then there would be no hope for the second phase of Pinghan Railway loan. More importantly, they had just joined forces with Mrs. Jason to make a fortune from the arms business. If she died, who would she find in the future business?

Antoine's face was gloomy and his eyes were fierce, like a wild wolf about to hunt. "Mr. Yuan, your court will bear all the responsibility for the attack tonight. Our government will definitely raise the strongest protest to the emperor of your country, and you will be responsible for the series of problems caused by this. I hope you are mentally prepared. This will be a very serious diplomatic incident!"

Zhao Guanhou looked at the fire and answered Antoine, "Sir, we should save people now, not discuss responsibilities. If you cannot make any constructive suggestions about the rescue, please give them to the side." Then he took off his coat, grabbed a quilt from a member of the water club, and asked someone to pour a basin of water on it. Then he covered his head with a quilt and rushed into the small building.

The burning situation of this foreign building is much worse than that of the club. Fires are everywhere on the floor of the building, and the strong smoke makes people cough and their vision is greatly affected. The entire building is already in a precarious state and will collapse at any time. When entering the foreign building, it is naturally full of dangers. Even experienced members of the Water Club dare not rush in casually.

Zhao Guanhou covered his head with a quilt, covered his mouth and nose with a towel, and looked around quickly. There was no one on the first floor. The stairs on the second floor had already caught fire. He didn't even bother to think about it, and he jumped over a few lines of fire and rushed to the second floor. However, at the entrance of the stairs, he saw Mrs. Jason, who was also covering her nose with a towel and limping on the ground.

She was still very conscious. She clutched the towel with one hand and held a file bag tightly with the other hand, but she didn't know what it contained. When she saw someone rushing up, she seemed to want to stand up, but she had no strength.

Zhao Guanhoumao lowered her waist, carried her on her back, and covered the two of them with a quilt. When he turned around and wanted to go down the stairs, he instinctively felt a trace of danger, changed the lower to the upper, and then walked upwards.

The next moment, a burnt wooden beam fell from the sky, just in the middle of the stairs. The raging fire became a barrier, blocking the possibility of the two going downstairs. Mrs. Jason took the towel away from her nose and said in Zhao Guanhou's ear: "My knight...my loyal knight, have you finally appeared? Maybe... maybe we two can't get out."

Zhao Guanhou ignored her and walked to the second floor and kicked open several doors in a row. He saw that the fire had spread here. Some rooms had already caught fire, and some rooms were not affected by the fire for the time being, but the smoke was very high. He lowered his head and rushed straight to a room that had not yet burned. He turned around and kicked the door, and then came to the window.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are used here, and the windows are closed tightly. As Zhao Guanhou's scabbard is swept out, the glass turns into pieces, and the broken glass is sprinkled everywhere. Mrs. Jiansen also understood Zhao Guanhou's intention and screamed in surprise.

"God, you're going crazy! Are you trying to jump from here?"

"God can't control this matter, I'll control it. Hold me tight!" Zhao Guanhou shouted, took two steps back, and then ran forward, amid Mrs. Jason's screams, he had already walked out of the window.

As soon as the person flew into the air, Mrs. Jason subconsciously hugged Zhao Guanhou's neck tightly and her body pressed against his back. Just as she had not recovered from her fear, a force came, and then the bodies of the two were rolling continuously on the snow like a wheel.

Because she hugged her tightly, Zhao Guanhou's rolling naturally turned into two people rolling together, on the soft and cold snow, like a pair of men and women in love, playing on the green and soft lawn in summer; until the rolling stopped, the two's posture became the evocative Zhao Guanhou down, and Mrs. Jason up.

Mrs. Jason, who was graceful and luxurious in the past, was a little embarrassed at this time. She was wearing a dress. Due to the escape or burning, she had several broken places and her hair was a little messy, not as meticulous as usual. There were a few blackened places on her face, which looked a little funny.

But these did not affect her beauty, but instead added a bit of wild beauty, making her more charming. Especially when the two were tightly attached, Zhao Guanhou could feel her proud figure and the charming fragrance on her body. He chuckled twice.

"Madam, I think if you were not injured, it's time to get up now. There are Consul Cape, Water Club and too many audiences here. This doesn't seem to be very good."

"No... I'm injured, so I need treatment, just like this!" Mrs. Jason looked at Zhao Guanhou, and a lot of sparks fell on his face. Although it was suppressed in time, she was still injured. She wore a warm hat and a single-eyed feather were all lost in the running just now, and the official uniform was damaged several places. Of course she knew what a crisis it was just now. Antoine, as her suitor, fled without a trace when the fire broke out. Instead, the man rushed in to save herself.

When she was so smoky that her hands and feet were weak, she fell at the entrance of the stairs, what appeared in her mind was her parents, the manor she lived in when she was young, and her later love. The handsome man who was as handsome as a prince in a fairy tale, but was timid and cowardly. Later, her husband, the marquis who was covered with old spots and weak, left her rich inheritance, but she only had two words to feel about him: disgusting.

In a trance, she even thought she had seen the gate of heaven and saw the angel greeting her until the man appeared. She saved herself from the fire regardless of the danger of losing her life at any time.

This is definitely not a problem that money can solve. Although money can recruit many warriors, in that situation, no one would save herself for money. She decided to do something or catch something. As for other issues, who cares?

So, after saying this, she suddenly lowered her head and tightly stabilized the oriental man. In front of everyone, Mrs. Jason, who had always been rich and arrogant, took the initiative to show her love to a Jin general.

Zhao Guanhou was shocked by her behavior. He had not encountered such a bold woman in his previous life, but the problem was that even though the atmosphere of Taixi was more bold than that of China, he wanted to be conservative in future generations. This approach, even by the standards of Taixi, was really bolder. He could push her away and acted like a gentleman, but the price was that he would lose the favor of this woman forever. In a very short time, he made his own choice.

He stretched out his arms and hugged Mrs. Jason's waist tightly, and stabilized with a more enthusiastic attitude.

According to his opinion, a woman like Mrs. Jason should be a type of person who has seen all the faces and has a wide range of knowledge. He has no obsession with cleanliness and has no resistance to such women. However, when the two of them were stable, he found that Mrs. Jason's steady skills were very awkward, and he seemed to have no experience in this area. Instead, he controlled the initiative, which surprised him a little.

"Oh...Okay, I think I might not be the time to come. But I still want to say that you should consider it. It's cold here... In addition, the riots are still in progress. Lord Zhao, as a soldier, you should ride on a war horse, right?"

Antoine rushed over at this time, and saw the two of them huddled with enthusiasm, and couldn't help but feel sad. But Mrs. Jason still did his own things for a long time before she stood up and glared at him, "Brave Mr. Antoine, if you don't want me to spread your heroic behavior just now at the social dance, you'd better learn to remain silent."

Zhao Guanhou also stood up at this time. The snow was very thick. Although he jumped down after carrying someone on his back, he was not injured. He moved his muscles and said to Mrs. Jenson and Antoine: "The consul is right. I am a soldier. Now, it's time to return to my post."

He also said to Yuan Weiting: "Sir, I will go and kill the rioters."

Yuan Weiting saw that scene just now, but he just pretended not to see it and nodded "!"
Chapter completed!