It was dawn, and everyone took turns to go to the alley to stutter breakfast, scorched bean juice, fried liver buns, and serious old Beijing flavor. After eating, they took their hands separately. Lei Meng took people to buy food and grass. Liu Yanzhi and his two masters went to Li's house to find out the news.

The three of them arrived at the Li Mansion first. The servant said that the master had gone to the yamen early in the morning to handle the work. I don’t know when he would come back. Wang San and Liuzi, who were hanging out at the door yesterday, were not there. It is said that they went to Beitang to participate in the war.

"Beitang will definitely be taken today, it's definitely true." The servant said mysteriously, "The old king Duan has invited a great god, and I am the only one in the gatekeeper, otherwise I would also like to go and see the fun."

Liu Yanzhi was very interested and exchanged gazes with the two masters. The three of them had the same word: Go!

The Li Mansion is not far from Beitang, and the three of them walked steadily and arrived at the battlefield in a quarter of an hour.

The battle continued. Thousands of Boxers had gathered in front of the Xishku Church, with various weapons, mostly large blades and red tassel guns. Occasionally, some farm tools such as hooks, rakes, and guillotines can be seen. Sometimes, the shadows of foreign guns can be seen, but only the senior brothers and the official army are qualified to hold them.

The Boxer Rebellion's weapons were behind, and the flags were the first to be successful. The red, green, blue and yellow flags covered the sky and the sun. Many were temporarily sewn with stolen cloths. Some were recognized with the eldest brother's surname, and more were the banners with four words "Fu Qing and Destroy the Foreigners". The simple peasant faces were full of excitement and fanaticism.

Although there were many soldiers, no one dared to enter the range of the foreign gun, as if an invisible horizontal line was blocking the gate of the North Hall. The boxers whispered and talked, as if they were waiting for something.

Liu Yanzhi, Xia Feixiong, Yan Shengnan naturally would not watch the fun with these ordinary people. They climbed up a big tree, looked down from a high place, and saw it all.

After a moment, there was a roar, and the crowd made a way out. A maroon horse came out from behind. It was not a magical horse. An ordinary short Mongolian horse had a reddish fur, which could barely be called a red rabbit horse.

This person on the horse's back is not simple. He is eight feet tall and has a strong body. The red rabbit horse under his crotch is obviously not very suitable for him. He has a green battle robe and is made of silk. When the wind blows, his sleeves are rustling. The hero holds a Green Dragon Crane Moon Knife in his right hand. His whole body is made of iron. He looks at least several hundred pounds. The blade is cold and murderous. He holds a book in his left hand. It is too far away to see what it is. However, his appearance is 80% of the time.

Look at the hero's face, just like the horse under his crotch, with a beautiful beard on his chin, a phoenix eye, and a lying eyebrow. He is powerful without anger, and he is like a martial saint Guan Yunchang's rebirth. Of course, there are also flaws. The hero's head is bald, and he also needs a few ring scars.

I heard the people below that this was the holy monk Pujing, who was invited by King Duan Lixian and the wise men from Wutai Mountain, who invited Grandpa Guan Yu to the upper body, kill Yan Liang and Wen Chou, and Guan Yu, Guan Yunchang, who passed five passes and six generals, was the Martial Saint. If he was a man, foreigners would definitely be defeated.

For a moment, the optimism of revolutionary sentiment spread, and the Boxers talked and laughed, as if they had seen the beautiful scene of Beitang being captured and the five thousand religious people, women and children hiding inside allowed them to slaughter.

Yan Shengnan said worriedly: "I heard that the old Japanese in the North Hall have endless magic power. If the Holy Monk wins, it is estimated that it will cost a lot of magic power."

Xia Feixiong also said: "Today I'm here. Those senior brothers in the country are fooling people, and they are invulnerable to swords and guns. The monks from Mount Wutai are really capable. I heard that their martial arts are personally taught by the monk Hua Lu Zhishen."

There was a general in the distance. Liu Yanzhi had extraordinary eyesight. He could see that under the umbrella on the stage was a prince in a python robe. He was surrounded by a group of monks, Taoists, women and dwarfs. His face was ferocious and demonic. He must have been Duan and his generals.

A good show is about to begin. The auspicious time has come. King Duan issued a general order, and the war drums sounded. Hundreds of Yihetuans held high incense and knelt in the direction of Beitang, muttering words.

Looking at the direction of the North Hall, the main building is a Gothic church with bungalows around it. There are people dressed in missionaries on the roof, looking at it silently and waiting for the battle.

The holy monk from Mount Wutai urged his horse to move forward, but no one followed him, which was as heroic as Guan Yunchang's attendance at the meeting alone.

Tens of thousands of eyes stared at the Holy Monk, seeing how he defeated the magic of the old devil in Beitang, and saw a rifle sticking out from the church window.

A gunshot was heard.

The holy monk shook his horse and fell straight down. The red horse was frightened and turned around and ran away. One of the feet of the holy monk was still locked in the stirrup and was dragged back by the horse.

The war drums stopped, the spells stopped, and there was no sound on the battlefield.

I looked at the stage again, and Duan Wang left with his sleeves, and the crowd also retreated in shame.

The prince has left, and today's offensive is over. The Boxers have all dispersed in disappointment. No one is yelling to avenge the holy monks and avenge the grandfather of the Martial Saint. What he knows is fighting, and those who don't know think these people are watching the show.

Liu Yanzhi and the others also jumped off the big tree and walked out with the crowd. Suddenly, a man with a red tassel gun shouted at Xia Feixiong: "Sir Xia, why are you here too?"

"Zhang Daqi, if you can come, can't I come? Is it your home in Beijing?" Xia Feixiong replied angrily.

Zhang Daqi also has a Cangzhou accent, with a beard all over his face and looks thick and generous. Behind him are a group of men who also hold red tassel guns, all of whom are cold-eyed and have the intention of fighting at any disagreement.

"You have abducted the population, and I'm going to teach you a flower-picking thief for the Yan family today." Zhang Daqi thrust the red tassel gun in his hand and put on a stance. His was a small flower gun, neither long nor short, and it was just right for a horse to fight.

A circle of people suddenly gathered around me, watching the fun for free and fun.

Xia Feixiong was not vague, and pulled open his clothes to reveal a row of shiny darts on the board.

Zhang Daqi said: "I forgot that you are using hidden weapons, okay, I will learn about your hidden weapons skills." As he said that, he threw the little flower gun to his subordinates and pulled open his clothes. An old-fashioned flintlock pistol was inserted on the copper-headed cowhide strap around his waist, holding a single shot gun with gunpowder and iron sand.

Before Xia Feixiong could speak, Liu Yanzhi presented the shell gun. Xia Feixiong took the gun, full of heroism and pride.

Zhang Daqi was stunned and sneered: "The war is imminent. Today I won't be as familiar with you. Let's make an appointment with you when I go back to Cangzhou another day."

"I'll wait for you." Xia Feixiong said.

"Let's go." Zhang Daqi took a group of people and went there proudly.

"Cangzhou Xiaozhangzhuang Red Gun Club." Xia Feixiong whispered to Liu Yanzhi, "He is a despicable villain, and he has some holidays with me."

"You can kill him." Liu Yan looked at Zhang Daqi's back and said.

"You can't have sex with each other." Xia Feixiong, who looked like a rude person, actually said an idiom. Looking at Yan Shengnan again, he had long disappeared.

"Don't wait for your master's wife." Xia Feixiong's face looked a little strange.

The two continued to move forward, and sure enough, Yan Shengnan followed, seemed a little nervous, and asked in a low voice: "Are my father and the others here too?"

"I didn't see it, maybe I didn't come." Xia Feixiong was a little panicked, saying this, but his eyes looked around with vigilance.

Seeing that it was noon, Liu Yanzhi wanted to invite two masters to dinner. Xia Feixiong said how could you let your apprentice pay? I'll do it.

There was a large restaurant on the street, but Xia Feixiong didn't enter. He found a Erme shop at the entrance of the alley, ordered fried waist flowers, fried intestines, peanuts, and half a pound of Erguotou, two pounds of big cakes, and three masters and apprentices started eating.

Xia Feixiong was absent-minded in food, Yan Shengnan had no appetite, and both of them were uneasy. Liu Yanzhi's mind echoed in his two words "Kidnapping the population, and picking flowers". Could it be that the master and his wife elope?

"If there is something wrong with your master's wife, go back first, and I'll go to the Li Mansion again." Liu Yan said straight.

"Okay, the place we stay is not very safe, so I'll come to your place to avoid it first." Xia Feixiong said.

"That would be great, it would be convenient for you to ask for advice sooner or later." Liu Yan said happily.

After dinner, Xia Feixiong slapped a string of copper coins on the oily table to meet the bill. The boss was very happy and was full of Boxer Rebellion in Beijing. Those who do small businesses made a fortune and had a huge flow of people. Not everyone eats a bully meal and doesn't pay for it. The business is more than three times better than before.

The couple left first, and Liu Yanzhi went to Li's mansion again. He met Wang San and Liuzi at the door. They were not very interested and worried. It was obvious that the battle in the morning had a frustrated. The old Japanese devils in Beitang were so powerful that even Master Guan Er could not fight them, so where could they go to make sense?

When the servant saw Liu Yanzhi coming, he didn't understand and took him to the backyard to see the master. Li Chongzheng had just returned to the mansion and had no time to change his official uniform. When the Prime Minister's fifth-rank Zhangjing, the Prime Minister's Office of Affairs, sighed when he saw Liu Yanzhi, "Liu Yishi is really a god. Today, the Lord Laifu issued an imperial decree to send fruits, vegetables, vegetables, rice and food to Dongjiaomin Lane. The Minister of Military Affairs handed over the mission to our office. No one was willing to handle this mission, so I took it."

Liu Yan said happily: "It's great. It's convenient for Lord Li to host this matter. I want to bring a few people in the food delivery team."

Li Chongzheng said: "It's easy to say, just change your clothes, but there is no hurry to do this. The Ministry of Internal Affairs has not yet allocated money, and it will be tomorrow as soon as possible."

The two made an appointment to meet each other, Liu Yanzhi said goodbye, went straight to Dongjiaomin Lane, and observed the terrain again.

The defense ability of the embassy area is much stronger than that of Beitang. Although there are no cannons, there are machine guns and rifles. The rifles in 1900 are already relatively advanced, and the performance gap is not much between them and the mainstream rifles during World War II. They are all five-round fixed magazines. Judging from the dense rifles protruding from the walls, there are at least 200 defenders on the front line.

The Qing army besieged Dongjiaomin Lane to enjoy the cool air under the trees, and the Boxers also gathered together to drink and gamble. According to Liu Yanzhi's observation, the official army was divided into at least two types of troops. One was the so-called new army in a combination of Chinese and Western military uniforms, which should be the Wuwei Central Army led by Ronglu himself. The other was the army wrapped in a headscarf, wide robe and big sleeves, Baotou straw sandals, and a western accent. It should be the Gan army under Dong Fuxiang. The Gan army was originally a rebel son of Gansu who was recruited by the court. Because he was desperate for war, he was transferred to the capital and incorporated into the Beijing camp. It was considered a killer under Ronglu.

The New Army and the Gansu Army were both the strongest troops of the Qing Dynasty, which were imported five-son quick guns that were no different from foreigners, including Manlisha, Mauser, Leber, and Russia. They had water-cooled heavy machine guns that could fire 600 bullets in a minute. Their opponents were only embassy guards composed of sailors, marines, expatriates and religious people from all over the country, and the forces on both sides were completely asymmetric.

Although the gap is so great that the battle situation is balanced, the Qing army cannot rush in, and the foreigners dare not come out. They are in a stalemate. Even if they adopt the tactic of siege but not attack, the fall of the embassy area will be a matter of time sooner or later, because drinking water and food cannot last for too long, but the attacking party is afraid that the other party will not be able to hold on, so they actually take the initiative to give supplies.

This is really an inexplicable war. War is a continuation of politics. If the Qing Dynasty has strong national strength, this trick would be pretty. Unfortunately, the Qing Dynasty is already in its twilight and playing political tricks in the face of absolute strength is just to humiliate itself.
Chapter completed!