Capturing the thief first, capturing the king, and shooting people first. This principle is very applicable to the Qing army patrol battalion, because the patrol battalion does not have such strict and strong organizational leadership, and the Qing soldiers do not have any morale to fight. Without the command and supervision of officers, who will be in a desperate situation and continue to fight?

Not to mention the patrol battalion, even the rebel army, which is now known as the Chinese Revival Revolutionary Army, and even the new army that the imperial court is forming and training. In the final analysis, it is the quality and spirit of the soldiers, and they cannot achieve voluntary tenacity, and can maintain the will to continue fighting without officers.

Waiting was irritable and anxious, especially for these rebel members who had just picked up the gun and had not fired a few shots, it was an unbearable torment. In order to ensure the smooth ambush, Chen Wenqiang specifically instructed Xu Chunshan, Li Jiajun and other leaders to supervise their subordinates to close the insurance on the gun first, in case anyone gets nervous and scare the Qing army away.

Although these rebel members are loyal and courageous, they are the first time they have fought. Last night's battle was not considered a battle at all. So, everyone was also wondering, "War, can you do it with the officers and soldiers with real swords and guns?"

Waiting anxiously and impatiently, Su Jiancai and the officers and soldiers of the patrol battalion who had been ambushing in Wuchang for most of the night were not only disappointed, but also very tired. Before seizing the county town, Chen Wenqiang led his men to block the west gate first. Although Qing soldiers escaped from the other two city gates, no responsible guy thought of taking a detour to inform Su Jiancai of Wuchang.

Riding on the horse, Su Jian was listless, and the officers and soldiers were wearing clothes wet with dew, looking lazy. Until they saw the rice fields in the distance and the wisps of smoke rising from the huts in the small village.

"Mom!" Su Jiancai knew the gazes that were cast around him and cursed fiercely, "Can you let the turtle-beasts run? No matter how poor this village is, it can be a little bit rich. Let's get out of here!"

The Qing soldiers, who received approval, immediately became energetic and ran towards the village with a scream. Two farmers who got up early and carried manure baskets found the group of soldiers who looked like wolves, threw down their shoulder poles and ran away, shouting in panic while running, reminding the villagers.

Su Jiancai rushed onto the main road. He strangled his horse, pulled out his pistol, and shouted loudly at the escaped farmer: "Stop, come back!"

The farmers did not stop and ran away faster and more quickly. Many escaped figures appeared in the village. The Qing soldiers shouted and cursed, chased, and gunshots began to sound.

Su Jiancai jumped off his horse and walked towards the village. While walking, he looked around. Most of the low houses were dilapidated, and the windows facing the street were nailed tightly with wooden boards. Yellow dogs covered with scaly sores rushed around among the bandits, shaking their dirty tails, as if leading the way. They looked muddy, but they looked very clever and ready to get some benefits at any time.

Su Jiancai held a horse whip in one hand and a gun in the other. He stopped when he walked to a threshing ground in the middle of the village. He asked the Qing soldiers to scatter around and snatch back all valuable things.

Two personal soldiers followed Su Jiancai into a dark alley. The gutter in the alley emitted a smell of urine and the smell of rotten grass and trees. Su Jiancai looked into a small courtyard with the door on the door. Perhaps the owner didn't care about closing when he fled in panic. From outside, he could see a straw bed with a sickle hanging on the wall, and a large clay pot with several stoves on it.

A personal soldier rushed back with his stolen property, hurriedly threw away his bags, and raised his gun to shoot at the man who had just chased out. The man turned around and fled into the house, and after a while, he heard a clanging sound inside.

"Beat, beat this bastard to death." Su Jian grinned, either hated him or gritted his teeth in pain.

However, the personal soldiers did not dare to break in, but just shot the house. The gunshot attracted several Qing soldiers. There were many people and powerful people. Then the guys rushed in carefully. But there was no one in the house. The man smashed the wooden board with an axe and ran away from the hole with his woman.

"Search, catch that bastard for me. Mom's," Su Jiancai cursed while asking someone to bandage his wound. "Damn it, poor man, it's really hard to touch."

"Yes, sir." The personal soldiers were afraid that Su Jian would take their anger and said carefully: "The poor sometimes are as obedient as lambs. When they see him, they either run away or hide. As long as they don't hurt them, they will send women to you and play with you. But maybe a guy will come to have a lifelong life with you."

"That must be her man." Another personal soldier guessed.

"Which man can do it, and he doesn't even want his life for his wife? I see that kid. He must be from her own family, either a brother or a cousin." Su Jiancai was sucking in the air conditioner, sweating in pain.

There was a chaotic search and gunfire, and the gate of the courtyard and the door was smashed open by the light. The Qing soldiers looted with even more fierce movements. But what made Su Jiancai depressed was that the man who attacked him, as well as the woman and the child, disappeared. No one could tell whether he had escaped from the village or was hiding in a secret place.

A fire was lit on the threshing ground, and the Qing soldiers surrounded each other in a row, zipping their ears, and drove the fat pig over with all their hands and feet. After killing them, they were roasted on the fire. Several old ladies were forced to carry the local wine they made for the Qing soldiers to drink. They smelled the increasingly strong meat fragrance and looked very happy. Only Su Jian wrapped his head, lame legs, gloomy face, and drank the stuffy wine. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Sir," a personal soldier came over and whispered: "After the team left this village, I will take a few brothers to stop halfway, and I will touch it back when it is almost dark. I will definitely catch the boy and the woman to the county town for the adult to deal with it."

Su Jian nodded, his face calmed a little, and then gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Mom, I'm going to cut that bastard, that woman, hum, I'll reward you."

"Thank you, sir." The personal soldiers were so flattered. Although they had not touched the woman's side, they showed a lewd smile on their faces.

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Are all turtles going to climb on the ground? Even Chen Wenqiang was very patient and was irritated by the enemy who had not been waiting for a long time. He began to wonder if the enemy had received the information, did not return to the city, or ran away elsewhere? Just in case, he sent someone to send a message to Zheng Hongming of the county town, asking him to close the city gate, strengthen defense, and be vigilant.

Just as they were thinking, or were a little drowsy, the observation whistle ahead finally sent a signal, and the flag waved and waved. Everyone suddenly became nervous, one by one, one by one, and the confused people were woken up, but without orders, no one dared to act rashly.

Chen Wenqiang lay in the grass and looked towards the direction of the road. Soon, the group of people got closer and closer. Su Jiancai came back with the patrol battalion.

The Qing soldiers who had eaten and drunk enough seemed even more loose. They carried the robbed property and sprayed alcohol, slowly getting closer and closer. Su Jiancai rode on the horse, and the pain made him grin. While thinking about how to take revenge, he thought about how to squeeze more money from Wang Xuqi after returning to the county town.

He worked hard to ambush in Wuchang, just to make money and make contributions. Unexpectedly, he didn't make any money and almost threw his life to a wild boy. Su Jiancai certainly couldn't report this way. He was already in a state of anger with his subordinates, saying that he had fought a battle with the bandits. He led the way and suffered several injuries...

Unfortunately, his imagination ended here. Chen Wenqiang's muzzle had already aimed at him, slowly moved, and steadily pulled the plate machine.

The bullet shot into Su Jiancai's chest. The treated bullet rolled unbalancedly, immediately shattering his internal organs. He shook it and fell down. Blood and bubbles gushed out of his mouth.

The Qing army did not react at once. Was this sudden shot caused his own fire?

The ambushed rebels started to move after the gunfire, straightened their bodies from the woods and grass on both sides of the road, and shot rows of bullets at the Qing soldiers.

The battle was not very accurate, but the victory was due to the momentum and suddenness. What kind of battle did the Qing soldiers in the patrol battalion pass by? They were immediately beaten into chaos and jumped around.

The gunshots were still dense. In the absence of machine guns, in order to pursue momentum, Chen Wenqiang asked the leaders of each division to try to direct their subordinates to shoot with volleyballs.

I had no idea who was attacking them, nor did I know what was going on. Amid the bullets, the Qing soldiers in front hurriedly ran back, but couldn't stop behind, but they finally slammed with the people in front, and the screams and panicked screams and scoldings after being shot were heard.

The horn whimpered, and the troops on the front, left and right launched a charge at the same time. The rebel soldiers rushed out shouting and shot while rushing. Although it was quite chaotic, the momentum was amazing.

Su Jiancai died, and many Qing soldiers were killed and injured in the rain of bullets, and the surviving small officers ran faster than rabbits. They had not yet reacted, but just followed their instincts and ran away in a direction without enemies.

Bang! The gunshots were not noticeable on the battlefield, but a small officer ended his escape journey. Ahmao pulled the bolt and put another target into the scope.

Zhou Hua and thirty people suddenly rushed out of the hidden place beside the road, blocking the Qing soldiers' retreat. A row of fired volleys, filled with smoke, and the escaped Qing soldiers seemed to have hit a stone, and their steps stopped abruptly.

"Save the gun and surrender. Open fire!" Zhou Hua shouted, but shouted at the enemy and his subordinates respectively.

Boom, dozens of rifles fired into one sound, and dozens of bullets rushed towards him, with the scream of death.

People from all directions were all shooting guns and shouting. The Qing soldiers fled on the left and on the right, unable to move forward or backward, and were tightly compressed.

"I surrender!" The Qing soldiers collapsed, raised their guns in their hands, and knelt on the ground.
Chapter completed!