"Boom" with a earth-shaking loud noise, the tower on one corner of the Sijiaowei Village was filled with fire, dust and gravel were flying all over the sky, and the entire tower had disappeared from the soil fog. The four-cornered siege was half short, and a person was punched in the face, and the corners of his mouth drooped.

"What's going on!" A dark-faced boy pushed away the corpse pressing on his body, held a bird gun in one hand, and ignored the "popping" iron sand on his head and shooting on the earth fog on the wall. He knelt on the ground and shouted loudly, but no one answered him. The 50-meter-long city wall was covered with corpses with loess and gravel and dying wounded.

"The cannon exploded! Young Master!" The man dressed in a forty-year-old villager next to him pulled him over. He held a fork in his hand, his back tightly against the wall, and his face was full of horror.

"Old Li, this bastard! I don't know how much medicine to fill it!" The young master, who had been fighting for an hour, understood what was going on. The four bronze cannons in the four corners were bought from the Qing army for a lot of money, but they were all old bronze cannons. There was even one with the "Ming Dynasty" engraved. It was never taken out and used at all. It was just lined up on the city wall to intimidate the bandits. This time, this one was used in a hurry, and this one was actually exploded.

He sighed and looked at the heads rushing towards him not far from the trench under the wall, tears almost flowing down his eyes.

At this moment, an older young man ran over with his waist, grabbed the boy's hand, and shouted, "Brother, come down quickly."

The city walls are towering houses, which are a huge house.

In the living room, with the portrait of Confucius facing behind him, an old man with white beard looked outside with his eyes blankly, his ears were filled with shouts of killing and the sound of firearms blasting.

"Dad! The bronze cannon in the Western Wall exploded! Dozens of yongs died, so you should go and fill it out quickly!" The young man shouted as soon as he saw his father.

"What should I use to fill it?" The old man shook his head, and he said powerlessly: "The long hair is so powerful that we only have 200 Yongding. What should I use to fill it?"

"Dad, that can't be..." The boy was shocked by his father's despair, but immediately his heart was caught by fear. He opened his eyes wide and said, "What should I do? If they come in..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise in the east, and the soil on the beams fell down. Several owners turned their heads in horror and looked east. After crossing the roofs, they saw a black smoke pillar rising in the middle of the East Fort wall. A strong man with a dart in the arms and straw sandals running towards him in a panic, yelling as he ran: "Master! No! The long hair blew up the fort gate! You can go quickly!"

"Chen Baoqiang, you, Kong Wu, are powerful and know martial arts. I immediately follow the eldest and second masters to the carpenter house in the west! I want to protect them!" The old man waved his hand suddenly, and then he looked at his sons one by one, looking very carefully, as if he wanted to dig down their faces and stick them into his eyes.

Then he sighed and turned toward the chair in the hall.

The carpenter house on the west side is close to the fort wall on the west side, and there is an authentic tunnel below to lead to the outside of the fort.

"Dad, aren't you leaving?" the two sons shouted in unison.

Slowly sat on the main seat, threw his braid behind his back, and flattened the robe on his knees. He looked at his son and said, "I am the leader of the militia elected by the militia in the 16th township of Fogang Hall, Guangdong. If I leave, how can I be worthy of my ancestors? Think about it, your grandfather is Hanlin, we are role models of the villagers, gentry of the Qing Dynasty, and scholarly families! At this moment when the country is destroyed, I want to kill the thief and die. The superiors are worthy of the monarch and the inferiors are right to the ancestors. I will not let the family be famous."

As he said that, the old man stroked his knee sadly and said, "The most important thing is that I have been having a leg disease for ten years, right? Follow you, I can only implicate you. Go! Pass on the incense from the Li family!"

"Dad!" Two sons with tears in their faces rushed into the hall together, trying to pull their father to escape.

"Bastard! Why don't you leave? Don't you listen to your father? Do you want to be disobedient and unfilial? Let me go!" The old man yelled, and tears flowed down.

Tears seemed to flow downwards unstoppable. The boy turned around step by step. In his eyes, the familiar high roof of the hall was filled with black smoke, which remained in his heart forever.

After entering the carpentry house, Chen Baoqiang first climbed into the tunnel to open the way for the two young masters. After all, the enemy outside, the first person who went out might be chopped off as soon as he showed up.

Fortunately, Changmao might have rushed into the fort through the gate. In addition, the tunnel opening was very hidden, so the young man who was squeezed into the narrow tunnel heard Chen Baoqiang's greetings on his head. The eldest brother crawled out first. The last time the young man crawled out of the tunnel opening. The first thing he did was to turn around and look at his home.

The place where he carries his warm memories was already filled with black smoke. The dying screams and the crazy screams of "killing evil gentry" were heard here clearly. Is that the home he is familiar with? Is that the home he urged to study? Is that the home he had firecrackers after the provincial examination? The boy clenched his fists, and he remembered his father, and when he closed his eyes, he burst into tears.

But at this moment, a shrill scream behind him pulled the young man back from his grief. He turned his head and saw it was shocked.

The scream was sent by the elder brother!

He was kneeling on the ground, holding the part of the dart that had been poked out of his stomach from behind with both hands. The blood immediately dyed his lower collar red, and he was bleeding from his mouth, leaving it down the corner of his mouth.

And who was the one who stabbed the dart in the back and was not their family's courageous Ding Chen Baoqiang?

"Brother!" The young man Yazi yelled violently and rushed towards his brother.

The kneeling young man raised his head with difficulty and held the dart tightly. His eyes rolled over his younger brother with all his strength, and he roared with his blood mixed with saliva flowing all over his chin: "Let me go! Let me go!"

"You two little bastards!" Chen Baoqiang, who was standing behind, stared at the rushing boy and smiled grimly: "The way of heaven is clear, it's so fucking right! Today I will kill you two little beasts together! Let 'Li Shaping' be the queen!"

After saying that, he pulled the spear hard, trying to draw out his weapons and then kill the young man who had no weapons to escape.

But the brother kneeling on the ground used all his strength to hold the head of the swing tightly, preventing him from pulling out his body to kill his brother. As the swing twitched, his body shaking like leaves, and the blood splashed all over the grass under him.

"Brother! Don't come here, you can't beat him! Go away!" The brother yelled heart-wrenchingly.

But the boy was reluctant to leave. He watched the beast behind his brother continue to rush, but at this time, a loud noise came from the bamboo forest not far behind, and a group of people rushed over.

Staring at the young man fiercely, Chen Baoqiang continued to pull his spear desperately while shouting: "Brothers of the Taiping Army, there are Li Shupi's little bastards here! Come here!"

Finally, he was afraid of defeating his anger. In the "quick walk" sound that kept roaring in his brother holding the dart, which was splattering blood, the boy finally stopped. Then he turned his head and ran away, tears splattering in the wind in his ears.

After a few steps, a dart dyed with his brother's blood wiped his face and flew over, and a huge hole was made on his left face, tears rolling in, heartbreaking.

"Chen Baoqiang, you beast!" The young man shouted wildly in his heart: "You lowly and disgusting Hakka, because your sister was a maid for your father, he took you into Yongding! You colluded with bandits! Kill your brother! Oh my God, why did you give birth to such a beast! Changmao and I are irreconcilable! Chen Baoqiang and you are irreconcilable!"

In the angry shouts and pursuits of the beast behind him, facing the rolling torrent in front of him, the boy jumped down.

Half a year later, a young man carrying a package came from a ferry outside Foshan City, and there was a huge scar on his left face.

He was the boy who escaped from Lijiabao. He hid in his relatives for a while, but the long-haired furry became more and more fierce. Countless shameless and humble poor people became their eyeliners, and nothing could be hidden from long-haired ears. The relatives were afraid that he would be discovered, so they had to let him take some money to join another distant cousin in the safe area of ​​Guangzhou City.

He suffered countless hardships along the way. In Changmao's jurisdiction, he hid in the daytime and went out at night and did not dare to go to the village. As long as he looked at the huge and broken fortresses from the mountain, he knew that these places were also controlled by Changmao. After leaving Changmao's jurisdiction, he had to deal with various bandits. Some of them cheated money, some lured prostitutes, some robbed and killed people. The most terrible thing was the kidnapping and selling piglets. He caught the lonely passengers and sent them to slave ships to sell them to the Americans that he had never even heard of.

After escaping from countless deaths, the young man finally arrived at the foot of Foshan, and the relative he wanted to join was in the city.

However, the ferry was overcrowded. Because the long-haired bandits were extremely rampant recently, the southern part of Shaozhou fell, the Fogang Hall fell, and then Huizhou Prefecture also fell. The Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi set up official officers on various ferries and other major traffic routes to inspect the ships to prevent the long-haired bandits from entering.

Many travelers were blocked outside the ferry. The vicious Qing soldiers flipped their bags and searched them, and from time to time, someone was taken out and beaten up.

But the boy also found that many rich people in bright clothes held their hands together with the leader of the Qing army and shook their sleeves for a while, but they would be left with all the people and goods. He was born into a gentry and had relatives as the leader of the Qing army and was very familiar with this set.

He was eager to rush to the road and gave a small ingot of silver to a small leader of the Qing army. He told him about his various relationships and was immediately taken into the ferry by him. There were ships waiting to be inspected everywhere on the shore.

The Qing soldiers jumped onto these ships at will, shouting and swearing while overturning.

"Hey, Lao Zhou, this young master is going to Foshan. Please help him find a boat to take it there." The leader called a despicable Qing soldier and handed over the young man to him.

"Wait." Old Zhou pulled the boy over and stepped on the pedal that was about to leave the port. The other party was about to set sail.

"Brother, do a favor and send this child to Foshan. It is completely along the way with you." The Qing soldiers said carelessly.

I was surprised why the Qing soldiers were so polite to the boss of the ship. The boy looked over and understood it almost. It turned out that the boss of the ship was full of tattoos on his shirtless body, and he was obviously a person from the gang.

You should know that gangs are blooming everywhere in the world, and many Qing soldiers are members of the gang.

The boss of the boat looked at the boy with a look of surprise, and hurriedly bowed to Lao Zhou and said, "Brother, please find another boat? My boat was wrapped."

"I'll pay you twice the ship fee, okay?" said the boy.

"The ship that is packaged is not easy to deal with." But the boss of the ship ignored the young man at all. He looked at the Qing army Lao Zhou with a bitter face.

"Brother, I didn't check your ship. If you check you, you have to wait until dark before you leave! Besides, this was sent by the guy Litou, I can't fucking you! And if someone pays you twice the price, don't you? Are you sick?" Old Zhou of Qing soldiers was a little angry. The Qing soldiers rely on power to call for passengers is very common. In addition, the gang brothers helped each other in the world, but he didn't check the ship and repaid his favor. What kind of request is the Tiandihui brothers who are not happy to help? Besides, this little bastard was sent by his superiors, so he couldn't find a boat.

The boss of the ship thought for a while, he raised a finger and said hurriedly, "Wait." After saying that, he got into the cabin and came up soon, "Brother's business is mine, come up."

Now Lao Zhou's face looked better. He bowed to each other with the boss of the boat and turned away.

The boy got off to the cabin and there were five or six people crowding inside, all of whom were looking at him.

"Sorry, everyone, I'm in a hurry to visit relatives." The young man bowed his body and bowed. The group of people responded to him in silence. Then a very calm, nice, and majestic voice sounded in the cabin: "All brothers are all in the world, sit down."

The boy looked up and said a young man with a national face. He was very handsome and graceful and calm. He had already determined that this person was the head of this group of people. He sat next to him, looking like a 13 or 4-year-old, black and thin, just a pair of light eyes swept him up and down, which was a very distrustful look.

The boy avoided the other party's long-sighted gaze, nodded thankfully to the other party, and sat on the bar at the edge.

But before the ship left, there were screams outside.

Several people in the cabin lifted up the curtains and looked up the shore. A woman in her fifties, dressed in a simple manner was being pulled from a boat behind by Qing soldiers. The woman let out a wave of tragic roars, and everyone on the shore was attracted by the heart-wrenching screams.

"What is this?! What is this?!" A Qing soldier shook a piece of paper in his hand, which was found from the crack of the woman's package. Then, he punched the old woman hard, making the poor face touch the ground. Another Qing soldier who was holding her hair shook his hands and laughed, and the woman's entire scalp was bleeding.

"What's going on?" The Qing soldiers rushed over to the shore.

"Sir, she has a deed of long hair on her body!" She shook the deed and handed it to the superior in a flattering manner.

After looking at the land deed, the chief's nose and eyes immediately wrinkled together.

"Sir! I'm illiterate. I want to show it to my son..." The old woman struggled to hold her mouth full of blood and stretched out her hand to the chief.

"You old beast!" The chief roared angrily and kicked the old woman desperately towards the face. Suddenly, with the sound of her nose shattering, the old woman fell to the ground with blood and screams on her face.

The Qing soldiers jumped and pointed at the old woman's nose and cursed: "Damn your mother! You are a traitor!" As he said that, he kicked the old woman's chest with all his strength. Before the woman could have the chance to scream, a group of Qing soldiers surrounded him and punched and kicked him.

I don't know how long it took to fight, until the strong men were panting and disheveled, the old man with disheveled hair and his face was full of blood struggled to turn over for the desire to survive, lay on the ground, and kneeled up to the commander with all his strength, and said, "Master, spare... life, that deed... I don't want... no..."

But before he could answer, the Qing soldier behind the old woman smiled fiercely and kicked the kneeling old woman between the legs.

In an instant, a scream that was so shrill that it could pierce the waves of the river echoed above the ferry.

The old woman clamped her legs and fell to the ground, bleeding from her mouth and nose, and was already dying.

"Great achievements." Everyone smiled. A group of Qing soldiers pulled the old woman's legs, lay on the ground with their upper body and head, and dragged her upside down into the ferry office. A long blood mark was dragged out on the long ground.

"These beasts!" The boy gritted his teeth while carrying the curtains. This sentence aroused a resonance in the cabin, and everyone gritted their teeth and echoed: "These beasts!"

"Aren't they raised by their father and mother?" A young man with a long face under the boat window lowered the curtains and said.

"That's right! A group of beasts without jun and father!" the young man responded.

This sentence immediately suffocated the air in the cabin, and then silenced. After a long time, the young man with long face asked the young man: "Are you talking about Qing soldiers or...?"

"I mean the group of beasts who used the long-haired land deed to kill the squire!" The young man waved his fists, and the scenes before his escape were played back in front of him.

"What?" The entire ship moving on the waves seemed to be paused!

"Did you see how those Qing soldiers treated the aunt?" The young man with long face shouted at the young man: "What would you think if your mother was insulted like this?"

The boy was stunned. It turned out that they could not see the behavior of the Qing soldiers, but his deep hatred immediately replaced the uneasiness of dissent. He pointed out outside the cabin and shouted: "Only the troublemakers! Only those who are despicable will obey the instigation of beasts and hair, kill the respected clan leader, and divide the land of the gentry! This group of people is worse than pigs and dogs!"

The black and thin boy opposite was staring at him. At this moment, his eyes twisted suddenly and was about to come to him, but his master blocked him with one hand. He stared at the boy and smiled: "Don't talk about state affairs. Look at the scenery, there are so many officials and soldiers patrol boats on the river!"

Since he had spoken, the people around him didn't say anything, but he obviously became even colder towards the boy, and many people turned their heads and didn't even look at him.

"Where did the little beast come from?" The man with a long face seemed to be so angry that he felt uncomfortable. He muttered and scolded when he turned his face.

This sentence immediately made the thin-skinned boy unable to stand it. He suddenly stood up and shouted: "I am Li Mingchang, the son of the leader of the Fogang 16 villager who was loyal to the country and killed the enemy!"

The roar with tears shocked everyone. The genre face once again stopped the thin black boy who was about to move around. He whispered to the patrol boats outside the window. Then he laughed and clapped and said, "So it's Mr. Li's son! Although I am a businessman, I have heard of your family and your country. I admire you."

When the boat arrived in Foshan, a group of people with great hands and eyes had already come in the ferry guarded by the Qing soldiers and waited to pick them up. They soon disappeared from the young man's sight. Li Mingchang turned his face and saw the boss of the boat with a fierce face. He was yelling: "Get out! That's the money? The boat fee is hung!"

"What!" Li Mingchang was shocked and stammered: "Is it not okay to double it?"

"Isn't your Malegebi's son named Li? The largest landlord in Fogang! Your ship fee is ten times more! Foshan is my territory, not your Li family! Come with the money! Otherwise, don't you want to leave!" The ship owner snorted coldly.
Chapter completed!