Chapter Eighteen: Specially Arrived to Take Yang Qiu's Dog Life

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  The scorching heat gradually dissipated with the night, and the bustling Wuchang city slowly quieted down.

  In the labyrinthine alleys, Li Xiping checked his left-handed revolver and pushed aside Jin Laixi, who was smoking with a face full of scars: "Jin Mingsheng, your information won't be wrong, will it? Yang Qiu must have taken this road?"

  Jin Mingsheng, also known as Jin Dianxian, was originally a hoodlum from the Hankou Gang. Later, feeling that being a hoodlum had no future, he joined the New Army. Relying on his street skills, he acted recklessly in the army and many officers were afraid of this desperado, earning him the nickname "Number One Butcher" of the Hubei Military's Eight Battalions.

  More than a year ago, Zhang Zhenwu saved him by chance and saw that he was tall and powerful in the army, so he advised him to join the team.

  He didn't know what revolution was, but seeing Zhang Zhenwu dressed neatly and seemingly having a lot of money to spend, he gritted his teeth and joined in. Later, he even introduced all his little brothers from Hankou into the organization.

  Taking advantage of the need for manpower to do things, not only gradually controlled the Yangtze River Gang, but also became the largest evil force in Hankou and the Yangtze River, and suddenly became prosperous.

  A few days ago, Jiang Yiwu and Li Xiping found him and asked him to join forces to take down Yang Qiu. He agreed without hesitation, for a simple reason: who let Yang Qiu be a Batulu, and a logistics soldier at that? He actually rode on top of his head, and in the future, he would still have to pay respects when they met. Isn't this humiliating?

  Right, let's search his body later, maybe the five thousand taels of silver awarded by the imperial court are still on him.

  Just having a beautiful dream, Jin Xi was pushed by Li Xiping and suddenly became impatient: "Nonsense, this is the only way to return to the camp, if he doesn't take this road, can he fly back?"

  Jin Duilian's notorious reputation was well-known, so Li Xiping didn't dare to retort and could only go see Jiang Yiwu. The latter was busy loading bullets into his gun and hadn't noticed, so he could only glare at this block of rolling meat with the corner of his mouth, hiding behind him to quietly calm down his tense heartbeat.

  "Is everything okay with the city patrol on that side?" Jiang Yiwu, fully loaded with bullets, walked up to Jin Laiyi. He was the only one among these people who dared to address Jin Laiyi directly by his name. Jin Laiyi knew that Jiang Yiwu was not like Li Xiping, he had a bold and powerful way of doing things, so he replied politely: "Don't worry, I've got Chen Mazzi and a few others to meet with the city patrol people at the smokehouse, they're probably busy hugging the big-breasted women right now."

  After calming down, Jiang Yiwu led the two of them to continue waiting silently. Jin Liuxian finished a cigarette and saw that no one had arrived yet, feeling somewhat impatient, he lit another one. Just as he was halfway through it, footsteps finally echoed from afar. He hastily threw the cigarette butt on the ground and pulled out his gun.

  A cigarette butt drew an arc and landed on the edge of the wall corner, flashing a faint red light.

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  After bidding farewell to Xiao An Guo and leaving the Governor's Mansion, Yang Qiu's annoyance also gradually subsided with the cool breeze. Rui Fang's last sentence made him understand some things.

  Rui Cheng represents the Zongshang Party, they are determined to recover the national military power, so first they forced Yuan Shikai to return home for recuperation, and then turned their attention to Zhang Biao, while also planning to attack the Hanyang Arsenal.

  Expelling Yuan Shikai was for the Beiyang Six Towns, dealing with Zhang Biao was to get the Hubei New Army, and the arsenal represented logistics. Completely controlling this place meant that they no longer had to rely entirely on imported weapons, so even the Beiyang, which had always been equipped with German and Japanese weapons, would later take advantage of the Yangxia Battle to take away most of the equipment and workers from both factories.

  Fighting to the end is just fighting for money. Countries like Britain, America and Japan can sacrifice their own interests to grab market share by dumping prices and killing China's textile industry, but they will not lower prices to sell arms cheaply. That's why Hanyang is so concerned, after all, making its own weapons, even if the quality is a bit poor, at least it's cheaper than buying from abroad, and it won't be controlled by others.

  Originally, Rui Cheng wanted to let Guo Xing take the lead and control the 42nd marker to protect Han Yang and coerce Zhang Biao into submission. However, unexpectedly, someone else has inserted themselves into the situation. Unfortunately, although the Han Yang factory is within the 42nd marker's jurisdiction, he himself lacks both power and people, and fears arousing others' suspicion, so can only watch with his eyes wide open, it's really... unbearable.

  When will this day come to an end!

  Xiao An'guo, who was beside him, saw that Yang Qiu had not spoken for a long time and thought he was worried about the money he had just received. He said, "Brother, don't think about it anymore. If it's really not possible, just hand over the money to the commander to deal with it. Besides, who knows if we'll have a chance to spend this money or not?"

  "How come there isn't..."

  Yang Qiugang was about to say how it's possible that there's no money, when suddenly a flash of memory appeared in his mind - the strange expression on Bingwen's face this morning. Instantly, cold sweat poured down his back. To think that he had been walking with a distracted mind all along, if only at that time...

  "Damn it!" Yang Qiu cursed himself silently. Now was a moment when friend and foe were unclear, how could he be so careless? So he immediately began to pay attention to his surroundings.

  Xiao Anguo didn't expect a sentence to make Yang Qiu tense, and smiled: "Brother, don't be too nervous, wait until tomorrow when we take control of the 42nd division, with over a thousand guns as security, this anxious life will also come to an end."

  Yang Qiu smiled slightly and didn't respond. This cheap big brother was still thinking too simply. Nearly two thousand guns seemed like a lot, but the problem was that he hadn't even figured out how to get them to work together yet, let alone protect himself? Did he think that just solving their pay issues would make them repay him by risking their lives for him? This wasn't a joke, and at most, the soldiers would only think that this officer had some ability, but it wasn't enough to make them risk their lives.

  But what he said is also right, at least there's a gun now, and the first step of the Long March has finally seen the dawn.

  Thinking of this, Yang Qiu's courage also increased a lot, and he knew that if he wanted to assassinate himself, tonight was the best opportunity. Because as long as he got through tonight, tomorrow whoever wanted to kill him would probably have to weigh the consequences!

  As soon as the two of them turned a corner and walked onto the main road back to camp, a tiny red light suddenly pierced Yang Qiu's eyes, and he abruptly pulled Xiao An Guo.

  The latter, although not as sharp as the detective of the later generation, was a regular army that had received professional training after all. He immediately saw the half cigarette butt and his hand grasped the Mauser pistol Yang Qiu gave him tightly.

  "Ma De, it's been discovered, up!" Jiang Yiwu, who was watching the two from between the bricks, saw Yang Qiu pointing to the corner of the wall and knew that Jin Liuxian's discarded cigarette butt had caused trouble. He gritted his teeth, raised his gun and fired at Yang Qiu.

  With a crisp "crack", Yang Qiu and Xiao Anguo, who had been prepared beforehand, immediately dispersed to both sides of the street.

  Jin Wu saw the situation and rushed towards Yang Qiu with two revolvers, Li Xiping also followed suit and rushed towards Yang Qiu, handing Xiao Anguo over to Jiang Yiwu to deal with.

  Xiao Anguo knew something was wrong as soon as he saw the cigarette butt. Who would be hiding on a street corner in the middle of the night smoking, and wasting half a expensive cigarette? As soon as he saw Jiang Yiwu rushing out, he fired his gun. Since it was his first time using a Mauser pistol, and holding such a large gun with one hand was very awkward, the bullet grazed Jiang Yiwu and hit the stone wall behind him, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

  Jiang Yiwu always thought he had a quick mind and fast reflexes, but unexpectedly, Xiao Ankou, his second target, was also extremely swift. He didn't dare get too close and could only hide in the corner, exchanging shots with him from a distance. However, his revolver could only hold 5 bullets at a time and lacked power. In contrast, Xiao Ankou's rifle had a capacity of 10 rounds, which were easy to load by simply opening the bolt, inserting the clip, and pressing down with his thumb. As a result, Jiang Yiwu was quickly suppressed and couldn't move.

  Seeing Xiao Anguo being able to take care of himself, Yang Qiu let out a sigh of relief and with a flick of his wrist sent Jin Dianying running away in fright before dashing forward several steps to hide in a blind spot.

  Li Xiping and Jin Wuyi both knew that Yang Qiu was the primary target, so they exchanged a glance, with the former covering for the latter as they alternately charged towards Yang Qiu.

  The constant chirping sound from beside his ear made Yang Qiu secretly think it was not good, since he had only brought a handgun to the banquet, so he didn't have much of an advantage in terms of firepower. Moreover, there were too many places to hide on both sides of the street, and if the opponent got too close, he would eventually get shot. So he immediately shouted loudly: "Big brother, cover me!"

  Xiao Anguo heard the shout and knew that Yang Qiu was going to make a desperate move, so he quickly turned his gun around and aimed at Jin Dou and others, firing seven or eight shots in a row, hitting the place where they were hiding, forcing them not to dare raise their heads again.

  At the same time, Yang Qiu took a sudden step forward and rushed out of her hiding place. She found an opening and suddenly jumped up, flying horizontally through the air.

  With a bit of the elegance of Lara Croft from Tomb Raider, Yang Qiu's body flew sideways, her M1911A1 firing continuously. After landing on her back, she didn't have time to check the results and rolled over to Xiao Anguo's side.

  Jiang Yiwu did not expect that Yang Qiu, who was suppressed in the corner of the wall, would be so swift. As soon as he saw the black shadow flying out, he felt a heat on his face. A powerful 0.45 caliber bullet hit the brick next to him, and the fragments scratched a blood mark on his cheek.

  The crackling gunfire awakened the ancient Wuchang city, and the sharp whistle finally sounded from afar, making Jiang Yiwu and his two companions secretly anxious. Just as the three were about to rush up despite the risk of being hit, a sudden cry for help came.

  "Hongmen Miao Luo has arrived, specifically to take Yang Qi's life!"