Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The high precision of the area captured by the military in Paris, the excellent guides there, and finally the confessions from the gentry and the villagers … When all the information was gathered together, it proved that everyone had chosen the correct route.

The road in front of them was the fastest way into the core of the Severing Mountains. There weren't many villages here, and there weren't any large scale garrison troops. As long as they could break through into the sparsely populated mountains, their ten people would be considered dragons that returned to the sea.

The natural climate of Europe was not blowout. The humid air and the four seasons were very favorable for the growth of forests. Almost all the mountain ranges in Europe, regardless of their size or fame, were covered in dense forests.

The workers' organization had amassed too much experience in their battle with the French Emperor over the years. As long as they let them into the forest, it would be like letting them into their own home.

Now that they found the right path, the team's morale was rapidly restored!

Farmers were really farmers, they were so scared that they didn't dare to tell others about it. Perhaps it was because the publicity people gave to the commune was too negative, and these farmers all thought that they were devils that ate people without spitting out their bones.

They threatened to massacre the village, so they would definitely massacre the village!

For the safety of their families, these timid villagers all hid back home without saying a word. Even the normally aloof and haughty squire hid under the blanket with his swollen face.

The few villages at the back did not receive any early warning, giving Blanqui and the others a chance to break through. The two villages at the back were still using the same method to deceive people, the Imperial Army uniforms were still useful.

When the main force suddenly appeared, even if they wanted to report it to the police, they would need to hold their guns pointed at their heads!

He was so scared that he passed by two more small villages. At this time, the ground had risen up. The hilly farmlands on both sides of the road were no longer suitable for growing crops, but instead, patches of grape fields. ).)

Just as the Self-Defence Force who was disguised as a soldier was about to approach the entrance to the village, a constable who was looking down from above noticed Blanqui and the rest who were hiding behind a big tree.

"That's not right!" These people have problems... They were hiding a group of people outside the village! "Stop them …"

Finally, he saw a police officer. He brought over fifty villagers with him to surround the disguised soldiers!

When Blanqui saw that his plan had been exposed, he immediately changed. "Everyone attack!" "Let's end this quickly!"

"Kill!" The tens of war horses hidden in the forest swarmed forward, and even a few policemen pulled out their pistols and charged together with the soldiers.

Those selected to protect Blanqui were all elites of the veterans. They were simply like idiots cutting vegetables when facing a bunch of unarmed farmers.

The hoe and pitchfork were indeed useless. With the sound of gunfire, the policeman in the lead was shot to death on the spot.

By the way, there were also four dead farmers on the spot. The remaining farmers were scared out of their wits and ran towards the village screaming.

"We can't let them ring the alarm! Chase after them and kill them all! "

Although the village was small, there was actually a small church. A miniature copper bell was hung at the top of the church. Several farmers rushed towards the copper bell.

These farmers were also probably killed by the sudden attack, they didn't even think that these people wanted to smoothly pass. You can just avoid their dangerous little tricks, but these people really had a brain, they even subconsciously went to sound the alarm according to the police's previous request.

When the Self Guard officer leading the charge saw this, he was shocked. How much did the capitalists and the feudal remnants give you? You work so hard for them?

I've already killed the leader, yet you, a grape farmer, want to call the police and work for your life? What hatred do I have with you? Do you really hate our working class to this extent?

How did my commune offend you? Did we steal your food? We are fighting for the legitimate rights and interests of the poor in this world, and you are actually helping the evil?

Since you are not a thing, then don't blame me for being ruthless!

Shelf... The spurs of the knights pierced into the horse's abdomen, and the horse suddenly charged forward in pain. A long gash appeared on the farmer's back.

Truly veteran riders never use beatings to kill people. They would never waste that kind of strength. The veterans would use the power of their warhorses to lightly drag them down.

The sharp blade was able to cut open a huge wound that could not be sutured. From the back of his waist, the wound stretched all the way to his shoulder. A one-foot long wound spewed out blood.

"Kill your capitalist henchmen! That damned bastard … Why do you hate us! "

"Kill!" Anyone who dares to call the police will be killed without exception! "

The madly rushing farmer felt all the strength in his body gush out along with the blood from his back. A one-foot long wound could even be seen on his ribs. This was a fatal wound that even the most skilled surgeon would not be able to treat.

"AHH!" After letting out a blood-curdling screech, he collapsed on the ground. Even before his death, his eyes were still dazed as he stared at the copper bell in the church. That was the last thought in his mind.

"Right? Why should I ring the bell? Am I a grape farmer? What do I hate him for? What am I going to do by ringing the bell? "

With a question directed at him, he said, "The unlucky farmer died with everlasting regret!"

The group of God Slayer from the commune rushed into the small mountain village and killed everyone around the Church's alarm clock cleanly. The pungent smell of blood in the air made Blanqui furrow his brows.

"This is going to be big! After killing so many people, they will definitely call the police later … We can't possibly really slaughter the entire village! "

"Damnit, before the next village finds out the news, hurry up and rush over …" There's only one more hurdle left! "

"You guys are too ruthless, the families of these people will definitely take revenge!"

The leading officer wiped the blood off his face, "Teacher, there was really nothing we could have done just now. It was these people who forced us to make a move!" "If they were to run out of the village, I wouldn't be able to chase them down …"

"But you just saw it. They're determined to call the police!"

"Forget it, I won't say anymore!" The revolution isn't about treating people to dinner. People are always going to die … Let's set off immediately and break through the last hurdle! "

A team of war horses galloped south, circling along the mountain road. In less than a quarter of an hour, the miserable bell of the small village that was massacred behind them rang out.

The villagers who had been killed had fled. The grieving villagers did not know how to take revenge, so they could only call the police in the next village, hoping to catch these cruel criminals.

Blanqui's face darkened, he lamented in his heart: This is all fate! What is to come can't be avoided either! "

"Speed up... Get ready for battle! "