Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The two teams returned to Old Lin's side. The team that checked the corpses did not find pigeon keeper's body, and they also brought back a report. There were a total of three pigeon keeper's that were in charge of the pigeon house, but none of them were found in the corpse.

"It's good that he didn't die, it's good that he didn't die!" Old Lin was so pleased that his fists were hitting his chest as he tried to soothe the depression in his heart.

"Reporting, Sir, the backdoor observation post follows your orders, all servants, and well-dressed inner guards have been captured, a total of eight people were unable to find pigeon keeper!"

"Hmm? None of you noticed! This meant that the pigeon keeper was still in the palace? "Search, quickly search …" Vice General Lin excitedly jumped up. "It's good that he didn't run, as long as he's still in the general's residence, we can find him!"

Just at this time, Grandpa Zhang who had been silent the entire time spoke out, "Hold on! Right now, the most important thing is not to find the pigeon keeper, but to control four gates! "

"Master, the south gate is already in our hands, but the east, west, and north gates are still open." Master, the south gate is already in our hands, but the east, west, and north are still open.

"Qiqihar's cavalry is under his control. Once the cavalry enters the city, no matter how strong the firearms are, they will not be taken advantage of!"

The old soldier's face was full of anxiety as he said, "Sire, listen to me. Send your elites to control the four doors quickly. Without saying anything, use sandbags and rocks to block them. If they can hold the door for a few days, then so be it …" As long as those pigeon keeper have not left the general's estate, I have the confidence to search for them! "

"Oh!" You have a way? "Do you dare to issue a military order …"

"Why wouldn't I dare?!" At my age, I already have enough to live my life.

"Good!" If you have the responsibility, I will not treat you badly. Guards, split into nine hundred teams and control the other three gates from three different directions. Kill without mercy! "

The private troops were the killing machines that the generals had nurtured. They never thought of doing military formations and martial arts on a daily basis, and even in such a chaotic situation, they were still able to instantly reorganize their troops. Three hundred soldiers charged towards the predetermined direction.

The soldiers that had rushed into the city to snatch water did not bring any weapons. 90% of them were armed with large swords and spears, and had stolen treasures from the houses of the common people. They did not have any intention of fighting at all.

After all, they had destroyed the barricade's fence and rushed out of the barracks without permission. It was already good enough that they could bring out their long spears and swords, but those precious firearms, including their lead gunpowder, were locked in the warehouse without the order of their superior.

This led to a tragic end that the private troops of the Ningguta could not resist. A group of sheep wearing wolf skins, who only knew how to rob, and a group of Northeast Tigers who had clear goals and were heavily armed to the teeth, had no suspense when they bumped into each other.

Groups after groups of disorderly soldiers were killed, the frightened soldiers then pretended to disband their comrades behind them. The chaos spread rapidly like a virus, and at this moment, no senior military officer was able to stabilize their position, and a one-sided massacre officially began.

After the war, more than 80% of the soldiers that died on the street had wounds on their backs. This meant that these soldiers had been shot or cut down in the process of escaping; there was no real organized resistance.

Even if there were a few powerful soldiers who occasionally wanted to retaliate after being killed with bloodshot eyes, there were very few who cooperated with him. Usually, there would be three to five desperate counterattacks before they were killed on the ground by the private army's rain of bullets, like wild rabbits.

"Charge!" The city gate was right in front of them! Take over the Western City. Set up defenses on the spot! "

"We are about to arrive at the east gate. Close the gate and the Qiqihar will be ours …"

"North Gate! Look! There's a big fish under the North Gate!" "That group of people definitely surrounded a big fish …"

At almost the same time, the three teams rushed to their respective targets. Black Dog and Second Donkey were the lucky ones to follow the Northern Gate attack team. Suddenly, they blocked a big fish, which was the group of the half-mad general, Guo Xin.

"That is Guo Xing! It's the highest ranking officer that T?pchin left behind, catching him would be the biggest gain! "Brothers, kill …" The three hundred plus people pounced on Zhang Xuan like a tide, roaring until their faces and ears turned red.

At this moment, Guo Xing A had already gathered over seven hundred chaotic soldiers at the North Gate. He knew that these chaotic soldiers didn't have much fighting strength, so he didn't rashly attack and wanted to gather at least a thousand soldiers before returning to the General's Estate.

However, he did not expect these rebel soldiers to be so rampant. They only had 300 plus people and they already dared to charge!

"This is so infuriating! If we fail to kill off these few men, we will be letting the general down! Charge for me! "

If Guo Xing shouted and charged at me, the situation might have changed, but no matter how I listened, I wouldn't be full of energy.

The shouts made by his men were lacking in vigor, and the team that charged out was like a flock of sheep looking for food.

Then looking at the Ningguta private soldiers, all of them flushed red, the smell of blood on their bodies floated against the wind for three miles, "Brothers, let them see what it means to fight! "Throwing grenades at him …"

Sou sou sou … The frontmost private soldier threw out more than 80 cantaloupe grenades in one breath. The originally not very spacious street was now filled with explosions.

「 Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!」 Smoke filled the air as shrapnel flew everywhere. The soldiers on the other side of the battlefield were cut apart like scarecrows. The soldiers fell into a pool of blood one after another.

The smell of blood immediately grew stronger. Following that, the private troops were like furious tigers as they killed people in the smoke. Guo Xing looked at the gray smoke and saw bodies swaying everywhere. The sound of blades piercing the air could be heard incessantly, and the despairing cries made people's hearts clench.

In a short moment, the killing intent of the private army surged out from the smoke on the street. The head was covered in blood, the Katana in his hands was raised high up, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Guo Xing! Hand over your life! "

"Protect me!" Guo Xing Ah grabbed the guards who were watching foolishly beside him and dragged them in front of him.

"My mother! These weren't people, they were gods of death … A God of Slaughter from the Infernal Realm! "Run …" The rest of the soldiers didn't dare to resist and turned around to rush out of the city gate. The crowd all crowded around them, hating their parents for not giving them more legs.

Ningguta's God of Slaughter rushed over. Seeing that the crowd was packed into a knot, she raised her gun and pulled the trigger without saying a word, and shot through the opponent's body like he was hunting chickens and ducks.

The cones spun at high speed, piercing through the bodies of the three soldiers. The pile of death soldiers blocked the escape route even further in the narrow opening of the city gate.

They had already lost their courage. Their numbers clearly far surpassed the enemy's, but none of them dared to turn their heads. They would rather turn their back to this group of God of Slaughter to pray for their blessings than to turn back and kill for a while.

An army without a soul was just a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Being massacred was their destiny.