Volume 1 Wuchang Vortex Chapter 5: Being a hero!
"Brother Yang, you look much more elegant than Little Taohong from Wanhua Tower, don't you think?"
"That's right. Look at our brother Yang's butt. It's much whiter and tenderer than Xiao Taohong's. The posture is also good. Just a glance at it makes me feel itchy."
"Ha ha……."
"Hu Laosan, I'll give you four words: go to hell!" In the car, Yang Dayingxiong, who was "recuperating" with his butt raised high, raised his middle finger towards Hu Laosan who was making a fuss nearby, which immediately caused a burst of laughter from everyone around.
The laughter echoed far away along with the whip.
After the previous lesson, Xiao Anguo never dared to be careless again, and sent scouts to clear the way along the way. Perhaps the fact that Du Laoliu was completely wiped out scared the party armed forces, so they did not encounter any major troubles along the way, but until this moment when they saw the Chengdu Mountain Gate from afar, everyone really relaxed and started to talk about Yang Qiu's butt again.
Seeing Yang Qiu, who usually treated him like a younger brother, being laughed at, even his best friend Bingwen covered his mouth . Fortunately, after checking, the blowgun was found to be poisonous and it should be fine after a few days.
So unlucky!
Yang Qiu in the car had a dark face. He had only been here for a few days, and first he was almost killed by a machine gun, and then his anus was shot. The most infuriating thing was that his big, white and clean butt that he had kept for more than 20 years was now exposed!
The only thing he was thankful for was that he survived the disaster and got five thousand dollars. A man feels at ease when he has money. In addition to the five thousand dollars, the biggest gain was two Mauser pistols and some bullets that were searched from Du Laoliu and one of his trusted men. Yang Qiule, who loves antique guns, couldn't sleep for two days.
As for the looks from everyone, he simply ignored them. In his previous life, he had done many ridiculous things like being stripped naked and running in the military camp, so he complained for a few days and then returned to normal. At this moment, he stared around with wide eyes like a curious baby. Since the previous Yang Qiu had never been to Bashu, when he woke up, he was either in the mountains or in the villages. This made him, who was experiencing a big western city in the late Qing Dynasty for the first time, feel that everything was new.
Compared with some big cities like Shanghai and Guangzhou that have begun to westernize and have become modern, Chengdu, located in the west, still retains its original appearance. While the exquisite traditional buildings along the way opened his eyes, he also secretly regretted that later industrialization had indeed destroyed a lot of national essence.
The convoy attracted a lot of attention, most of which was directed at Du Laoliu and others who were tied up in a row at the back of the convoy. Xiao Anguo finally accepted the advice of Yang Qiu, Ma Kui and others and decided to hand these bandits over to Zhao Erfeng for handling, so as to avoid causing trouble for the Hubei New Army.
As the convoy began to enter the city, the worrying attack finally did not happen. However, the words of a Sichuan Army soldier at the city gate made everyone nervous again.
"You must be the new army brothers who suppressed the rebels." The Sichuan Army soldier guarding the gate smiled enthusiastically, but there was always a disgusting taste in his words. He said: "Haha, you have greatly boosted the morale of our official army. I heard that someone offered 10,000 yuan to recruit rebels from all over the mountains and five peaks to suppress you."
"Surround your head!" Yang Qiu was so angry that he jumped off the carriage and kicked the gossiping guy away. There are rebels from all over the mountains and five peaks. I can't bear it even if all of them from Sichuan come to me.
I really can't live like this! Rebellion, must be rebelled immediately!
The convoy finally arrived at the Sichuan Governor's Mansion under the hateful and uneasy gazes of the Chengdu people. Before Yang Qiu could jump out of the car, he saw a large group of people suddenly rushing out of the Governor's Mansion. He was so scared that he hurriedly reached for the pistol in his arms, but when he saw who was coming clearly, he was stunned.
I saw a little old man wearing a "beast" robe, with two white beards and a smiling face, who came out surrounded by nearly a hundred soldiers armed with live ammunition and a large group of well-dressed local gentry.
Sichuan Governor Zhao Erfeng!
At this moment, the person who could command so many officers and soldiers and summon the gentry in Sichuan, apart from the Railway Protection Committee, was the Sichuan Governor Zhao Erfeng, who looked thin but was actually ruthless and was known as "Zhao the Butcher".
"Master Zhang, I am Xiao Anguo from the Eighth Regiment of the Hubei Army. I am here to greet the Governor." Seeing Zhao Erfeng personally leading the crowd to greet them, Xiao Anguo frowned secretly and hurriedly stepped forward to salute him.
"Haha, you're just in time. You're just in time. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Seeing Zhao Erfeng smiling and holding Xiao Anguo's hand to chat in a casual manner, even Yang Qiu began to doubt whether this old man was really as cruel and ruthless as described in later generations. However, when he thought about the upcoming Chengdu massacre, he had the urge to draw his gun and kill this guy.
"Governor, this is..."
"No hurry, no hurry." Zhao Erfeng interrupted Xiao Anguo, glanced at Du Laoliu and others behind the convoy, and asked knowingly: "I heard that you encountered rebels in Guang'an, and some soldiers died. Is this true?"
"Your Excellency, I don't know whether they are rebels or not, but they blocked my way and killed my soldiers, so I captured them and brought them to you for your decision." Xiao Anguo was not a fool. He never mentioned the fact that Du Laoliu claimed to be a rebel, but just recounted the story of them robbing the convoy.
"Hmph, this bunch of traitors! Come on, put them all in jail. I will submit a petition to the court before making a decision." After the soldiers from the Sichuan Governor's Office came and took away Du Laoliu and others, Zhao Erfeng narrowed his eyes and asked again, "Is the young hero who captured the bandit leader that An Guo mentioned just now?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Qiu suddenly felt uneasy and wished he could find a place to hide immediately. Not to mention that there were dozens of local gentry and hundreds of soldiers in front of him, just the people surrounding him made his scalp tingle. If this were to get out, wouldn't he be thrown directly into the fire?
Xiao Anguo didn't expect Zhao Erfeng to have such thoughts, and secretly blamed himself for talking too much, but now a knife was at his neck, and he could only bite the bullet and push him out in the face of Yang Qiu's resentful eyes.
"Your Excellency Yang Qiu, also known by the courtesy name Chenhua, greets the Governor."
Zhao Erfeng quickly helped Yang Qiu up from his kneeling position. Seeing that Yang Qiu was much taller than ordinary people after he stood up, and that he looked very heroic despite his youth, especially with the bandages on his arms, Zhao Erfeng looked at him with concern for a few seconds before praising him, "Well done, you are indeed a brave man who dares to go deep into the tiger's den and capture the bandit leader alone. Don't you agree?"
"Yes Yes."
Zhao Erfeng's praise caused a wave of flattery, and several pedantic old scholars directly praised Yang Qiu as the reincarnation of Huo Piaoqi who rode across the Qilian Mountains, and the Yang family generals! The poor time traveler not only did not feel proud of being a hero, but instead felt like needles were piercing him from all sides, and he wanted to pull out his pistol immediately to let this old man taste the power of the 0.45 caliber.
Of course, this was just a thought. To assassinate the Governor of Sichuan in public, let alone whether he could escape from the encirclement of so many soldiers, the Hubei New Army alone would not spare him, unless he joined the Kuomintang immediately.
"The Democratic Party..." Yang Qiu smacked his lips, feeling a little bitter. Let's wait and see for now.
"Come here, take a look at the reward." Zhao Erfeng waved his hand to interrupt the praises from all around, and someone immediately brought a few dollars wrapped in red paper. This was the first time that Yang Qiu had seen the currency of this era after his reincarnation, and he quickly looked at Xiao Anguo to inquire.
"Since it is a reward from the Governor, Chen Hua, you should accept his kindness."
"Haha." Seeing Yang Qiu collecting the reward, Zhao Erfeng seemed very satisfied and laughed, "Just accept it without worry. I will write to Lord Zhang and report to the emperor and the court about your achievement in capturing the rebels alive. How can a talent like you be treated like an ordinary soldier?"
"Moreover, I will also announce to the world that everyone in the world should learn from you, Chen Hua. Anyone who captures the rebels will be personally welcomed by me. I will reward three hundred dollars for each person I capture!"
Finished!
Yang Qiu almost fell to the ground. He had no idea what this old man was thinking. He was taking the opportunity to establish his authority!
This is completely over, the Kuomintang has gone away! If you want to establish your authority, you can find someone else in Chengdu, but you have to make fun of me! Instead of taking this hot reward, you might as well build a chastity arch for me!
This could be a life-threatening situation. If the old man really goes up to them, with the Qing government now using any reed as a gunboat, Yang Qiu's reputation for "meritorious service in killing the enemy" would probably spread across the country within ten days.
Yang Qiulian, who was immersed in the chaos, was later told by Bingwen that Zhao Erfeng deliberately opened the ammunition box in public to show everyone the 1,000 new guns that had been delivered. He also proudly vowed to wipe out the rebels and clear up the situation in Sichuan.
He felt as if his portrait was placed on a large black plate, with numerous men with all kinds of strange tattoos standing beside him, pointing and talking. Below the portrait was a line of bright red characters, which read, "Yang Qiu, a running dog of the Qing Dynasty, whose head shall be paid 10,000 yuan!"
"snort!"
Yang Qiu was so angry that he was shaking all over. His right hand unconsciously reached into his arms, ready to shoot the old man in the back. He had decided to rebel immediately, but before he could make the next move, a slight cold snort drenched him like ice water in the dog days of summer, and he calmed down completely.
Turning my head to look towards the source of the voice, I saw a figure in a green shirt and short jacket blending in with the crowd. After a few flashes, he disappeared without a trace.
Being targeted!
