The remaining four -person warriors held their hands with their hands and tightly guarded the body of Miyamoto and Ma Mingge.

They carefully glanced at the dark places in front of them, preventing the fatal bullets that would not be fired when they did not know when.

With its powerful insight, Miyamoto can feel that the vague shadows hidden on the high wall not far away are the true Elite Elite.

Because of these elite hands, with the powerful Moset M1888 rifle and Murata rifle.

If a few of them want to hardly rush, they will only fall under the dense bullets. Although they are close at hand, even the shadow of the enemy will not be visible, they will die in vain.

For a while, several people were deadlocked in place and did not dare to act lightly.

The black shadow on the wall did not have bullets. The expression on Miyamoto's face was several changes.

He finally understood the intention of the wall of the wall, that was to prevent them from escaping from the house, and shot near the hidden door.

Because once this official residence is out of this official residence and rushing across a street into the Cathedral of God, the Qing soldiers could not enter the church to kill people at will.

It seems that the opponent is forcing Miyamoto to go to the front court to meet the host.

Thinking of this, Miyamoto turned his head to look at the side of his body, his face was pale, and his face said, "Masan, take me to see their principal."

"Master Miyamoto ..."

Ma Mingge is now the Six Gods. Looking at the dark -looking Miyamoto, I don't know what to say.

However, as a well -known court three officials and chiefs of the staff of the Governor's government, he was in Wuchang, Hubei Province, but he was unable to protect his close friends. He felt very ashamed.

"This is the will of heaven ..."

Miyamoto sighed with a bitter smile, and seemed to realize something.

He glanced at the four black warriors in the Zhou Dynasty, turned around, opened a samurai in front of the tightly guarded, and walked out in the direction of the front yard.

Behind his body, Ma Mingge and four black samurai, helplessly followed.

In the large courtyard in front of the guest hall, under the shining of the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, the surroundings look bright and transparent.

Miyamoto and Ma Ming Pavilion and their group were six, and they came to the front hall.

Ma Mingge's emotions at this time also stabilized. He watched the housekeeper in front of the lobby, and the fearful butler, and several families died:

"Go back to the inner courtyard first, take care of Mrs., Son and Miss, don't let them come out no matter what happens here."

Until now, Ma Mingge did not guess what the situation has developed, because it did not get a bit of wind.

He also had a trace of luck.

"Yes, Master ..."

Hearing the instructions of the master, the housekeeper and a few families Ding Ru met amnesty, and quickly ran into the back hall, leaving this front yard that made them feel suffocating and terrifying.

He has been standing up, and Chen Tianhua, the purpose of Wei Xian, opened his eyes at this moment.

Suddenly, Ma Mingge felt the light shot of the soul, and he took a step back subconsciously. A chill rushed in his heart, and his body shuddered inexplicably.

Suddenly, a generous palm pressed his shoulder, and it was his own friend Miyamoto, and he motioned for him to calm down.

Ma Mingge worked hard to calm himself, lift his eyes and lighten up these people in front of him.

On the wall, there is a clear grass green military uniform on the corridor. There is no hoody shoulder chapter.

This is not the uniform of the Hubei Army, nor is it the New Army, the Green Battalion, or the Patrol Battalion, nor is it the Beiyang New Army that manages military communications.

There is only one among them who is different.

Wearing a dark blue officer's uniform and a black cloak, he has a cap badge and epaulettes. The epaulettes and collar badges are inlaid with two gilt dragon emblems.

It is the attire of a general of the Qing Dynasty Army.

All this shocked him and was a little baffling.

When people go to the residences of third-rank officials to arrest people, most of them are from the Ministry of Punishment. Most of them are acting on orders, and they are usually led by the Minister of Punishment or the Minister of Justice.

Even the people who come from the governor's office or the governor's office are all officials and government servants, so what kind of army is coming?

And this time the army is a corporate security team, where does it get the law enforcement power?!

There were so many doubts about the visitor that Ma Mingge couldn't help but feel a little braver.

He took a deep breath, his Adam's apple squirmed and swallowed, calming down his nervousness, he suddenly raised his head and bravely met Chen Tianhua's captivating gaze.

He said loudly:

"Who is here? I am the director of the Jiangnan Council Office of the Governor-General's Palace. I am an official from the third-rank imperial court in the Qing Dynasty. You dare to lead troops into the mansion of a high official without permission without an imperial decree?"

When the voice reaches the last sentence, it rises an octave higher and basically returns to its usual official power.

Chen Tianhua glanced at Ma Mingge contemptuously and snorted:

"Ma Mingge, you no longer deserve to call yourself an official of the Qing Dynasty. You take the salary of the Qing Dynasty, but you do things that violate the national system, betray your ancestors and forget the laws, sell out the national interests, and are willing to be a spy of the enemy. Today, you serve as the governor of Huguang, Zhao

Lord Er Xun’s order is to arrest the traitor Ma Mingge and bring him to justice!”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of official paper from the Governor's Office. It was written by Zhao Erxun and stamped with the official seal of the Governor's Office of Huguang.

"You...you talk nonsense and dare to spit blood and slander the ministers of the dynasty. What crime should you be punished for? And you have no right to enforce the law in the inner city of Wuchang!"

Ma Mingge was a little angry. He didn't step forward to receive Zhao Erxun's order, but roared inwardly.

He has the right to question the authenticity of this warrant.

"Hey... slander?! I am the general director of the Huguang Railway Bureau, a third-grade court official, and the third co-ordinate officer of the Zhejiang New Army. Ma Mingge, you have already betrayed the Qing military, political and economic secrets, sold road and mining rights, etc.

If you are exposed, stop trying to make excuses. If you have any doubts about the governor's order, you have to go to the governor's office with me. I don't need to tie you up!"

As he spoke, Chen Tianhua glanced over coldly, staring at the Japanese man who was still patting Ma Mingge's shoulder.

He has a calm face, black hair, and is less than 1.7 meters tall, but he is very strong and has bright eyes.

Intuition told Chen Tianhua that this person was an important figure in the directory, named Miyamoto Tadakatsu, a special envoy from the Tokyo Black Dragon Association headquarters, preparing to contact the local New Army Party and start a riot with the gang.

The Miyamoto family is a Japanese martial arts family with master-level swordsmanship. Miyamoto Tadakatsu's ancestor, Miyamoto Musashi, is one of the four famous swordsmen in modern Japanese history and has few opponents in his life.

Miyamoto Tadakatsu is also a master-level martial artist in China. In the Black Dragon Association, he is a powerful martial artist.

Chen Tianhua's eyes were fixed on his opponent and suddenly stopped moving.

Facing those dark, bottomless, ancient pool-like eyes, Miyamoto Tadakatsu's whole body trembled.

Does the other party know his identity?
Chapter completed!