That night, the smoke gun soldiers disguised themselves and put on the rags of beggars they had found.
A dozen of them were divided into four groups, and after observing the four gates of Wucheng, they set off after dawn.
After daybreak, the guards at the four gates of Wucheng all saw two or three beggars lying outside their gates.
The city guard then sent someone to report to the camp.
The order he received was to find out the identity of the beggars outside their gates.
If they were Those who are dead should be buried in a mass grave on the spot.
Those who are alive should be brought to the camp for questioning.
The soldiers went out of the city, helped up the beggars, and found that they were all dead.
When they finally carried the bodies, they found one alive at the main gate.
He just fainted from hunger and gave him some water.
He kept shouting that he was hungry and defended the city.
The soldiers were afraid that he would starve to death, so they gave him some food, barely enough to sustain him until he reached the camp and allowed the adults to question him.
The old smoker is very lucky.
He is the only one who is still alive.
He was still unconscious when he was found.
When he woke up, he still clearly remembered that before leaving last night, Mr.
Fu gave everyone a good trip.
Fearing that drinking would reveal his identity, Master Cao offered water instead of wine and toasted each Smoking Soldier with a bowl.
Everyone was very excited.
There was something tragic about a strong man gone forever.
After Mr.
Cao’s brief instructions, more than a dozen people walked slowly past the gates they had assigned before, taking advantage of the darkness.
When they were almost at the gate of the city, it was almost like a crowd.
Climb slowly until you reach the designated location.
The defenders on the city gate did not dare to leave the city and walk around because it was night and pitch black, and it was difficult to find that there were people lying under the city.
Until now, Lao Yanqiang has never figured out why the brothers who set off with him fell asleep to death for no reason.
The old smoker can't think too much.
Don't all the old people say that if you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later?
Then I will peacefully and peacefully complete the errands assigned by Master Cao with the remaining brothers.
Maybe I can go back alive and return.
Can you hold an official position and be rich and powerful?
At this moment, the sentry guarding the city took him to the new army camp in Wucheng.
It was Charlie Wang who asked the question.
"Who are you?"
Charlie Wang looked at Lao Smoking, dressed as a beggar, and heard from the city guard that when he was found, he was still carrying a big smoking gun.
"Little civilian Pingcheng person" Lao Yanqiang had a strong Pingcheng accent.
Charlie Wang noticed it as soon as he heard him speak.
He thought to himself that this beggar didn't seem to be talking nonsense.
This is a spy sent by Pingcheng.
We already know your situation, why don’t we recruit him truthfully?"
"Sir, as long as you let me take a puff, you don't need to tell me that I am a spy, just let me call you your biological father."
As the old smoker spoke, he kept crying and yawning, and there was a feeling in the bones of his body.
Thousands of ants are crawling inside, life is worse than death.
"My lord, this is obviously a big smoker," the sentry said.
"Don't say any more words, go quickly and find some smoke for him," Wang Charlie ordered.
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The sentry officer had no choice but to leave the camp and run for a few streets before rushing back out of breath.
The old smoker is almost dying, like a fish that fell from the fish tank to the ground, rolling back and forth on the ground, consuming the little energy he has left.
"Suck him quickly," Charlie Wang ordered.
The sentry took out a piece of tobacco, put it on the smoker's portable pipe, and lit a lamp.
Strangely enough, the old smoker who had just been rolling around on the ground suddenly gained strength.
Like a fly that suddenly found a smelly latrine, he pounced on it, snatched the smoker from the sentry's hand, and leaned on the oil lamp.
Lying on the ground, he started to smoke.
"Shush" the old smoker enjoyed it especially.
"The harm of opium has damaged the essence of our nation, so how can we strengthen ourselves?"
Wang Charlie said with emotion as he looked at the old smokers who smoked like pigs and dogs for the sake of smoke.
The old smoker couldn't care less about this, so he quickly enjoyed it.
Seeing that his energy was much better, the sentry suddenly smoked away the smoker.
The old smoker was jumping up and down on the ground, and kept shouting, "My ancestor, let me take another puff."
The sentry officer had been holding back his anger for a long time, and suddenly he was ignited.
"Why are you smoking?
You really treat our Wucheng New Army Camp as a smokehouse."
As he spoke, the sentry officer was about to take action.
He wanted to smoke the annoying big smoker in front of him to death, but Charlie Wang drank it.
"Stop letting him tell you what you do."
Lao Yanqiang yawned, bowed slowly and said, "My ancestors were originally from a prosperous merchant family in Pingcheng.
When it comes to my generation, I live a good life relying on my ancestors' fields and running some small businesses.
Since then, " Before he finished speaking, the old smoker burst into tears and runny nose.
Charlie Wang took over his words and said, "Since I started smoking, I have sold my land and houses, and I have become a loner."
"My lord, how do you know?"
asked the sentry.
"For all smokers like him, opium is like a cancer in China, and many of them have lost their families and their lives because of it," Wang Charlie said angrily.
"I won't ask any other questions.
I'll just tell you how you came to Wucheng.
Do you know the people who died outside the city?"
Wang Charlie looked serious and stared at Lao Smoking Qiang motionlessly.
"After Xiao Min's family was ruined, he lived in the market every day.
He met a group of people who were in the same situation as Xiao Min.
A few days ago, he was begging for food in Pingcheng City.
I heard people talk about the prosperity of Wucheng.
I also encountered us who were addicted to cigarettes and wanted to steal some money. , was found by the owner, we After discussing it, there was no way to survive anyway, so we might as well leave Wucheng to have good luck.
I took a look and saw that the city gate was closed, and they were all sergeants.
We smokers decided to go in separately when it gets daybreak.
We must protect the city so that the soldiers who defend the city will not think that we are bandits."
Hearing the word "roving bandits", the sentry officer chuckled and said, "You are just a bunch of smokers, beggars and bandits, what are you thinking about?"
"Extend your hands to me," said Charlie Wang, motioning to the sentry to come over and touch his hands.
Lao Yanqiang's hands were covered with black mud, and they were too dirty to show.
The sentry officer ordered the soldiers to bring a bucket of water.
Lao Yanqiang washed his hands, and the sentry officer touched Lao Yanqiang's hands.
Quietly report to Charlie Wang, "Sir, this old smoker has no calluses on his knuckles."
“Could it be that we made a wrong judgment?”
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Charlie Wang thought silently in his heart.
“My lord, your lord,” the sentry officer asked repeatedly as he saw Wang Charlie in a daze.
"Oh" Charlie Wang came back to his senses and agreed.
"What to do with this big smoker?"
asked the sentry.
"Whatever, you take him to have a full meal and let him go."
After Wang Charlie said this, he took out a silver dollar from his pocket, handed it to the sentry and ordered.
"Sir, this is too much, right?
I have money in my humble position."
The sentry officer was a little embarrassed.
"Don't be shy.
Use the leftover money from the meal to buy some food for your family," said Charlie Wang.
"Thank you, sir.
I'll do it now."
The sentry officer said goodbye, picked up his old smoker, and was about to leave the camp.
Unexpectedly, Lao Yanqiang broke away from the sentry officer's hand, kowtowed to Charlie Wang and asked, "Sir, can you reward me with a silver dollar for your good deeds?"
Charlie Wang asked, "Do you want to change your ways and use this money to start a small business to make a living?"
Unexpectedly, the old smoker chuckled and whispered, "Sir, I just want to."
Then he made gestures on his mouth with his hand, making a smoking motion.
The sentry officer saw this and cursed loudly, "Your Excellency is a Bodhisattva, and I want you to change your evil ways, but you have a hard-to-change nature, so get out of here!"
Lao Yanqiang didn't get angry.
He stood up and smiled at Wang Charlie and said, "Sir, just treat me like a piece of shit and don't take it seriously."
Then the sentry officer grabbed his ears and pulled him out of the camp.
Wang Charlie watched.
The old smoker's hunched back shook his head repeatedly and sighed.
The two came to the morning market in Wucheng.
At a noodle stall, the sentry officer bought three bowls of noodles for Lao Yanqiang.
After watching him wolfing down the noodles, he kept burping and said to him calmly, "Master Wang, leave it to me."
After I have finished my errand, I advise you to stop smoking from today and take care of yourself."
After the sentry officer finished speaking, he left dozens of coins on the table and left.
"I really didn't expect that the revolutionary party in Wucheng is not the monsters they say, but they all have a kind heart," Lao Yanqiang said with emotion.
Just as he mentioned the goodness of the Revolutionary Party, another thought came to the old smoker, "These days, good people don't live long, and bad people live for a hundred years, let alone go against the emperor.
No matter how good a person is, he is still treasonous, and he is worse than a piece of shit like me."
Besides, no matter how they are opponents of the imperial court, sooner or later they will lose their heads.
Why don’t I wake up today, so I’d better hurry up and find out the way to Huashan.”
The old smoker was a good person, so he took a penny and stuffed it into the hands of the noodle stall owner.
The noodle stall owner was surprised when he saw a beggar stuffing money for him, and said quickly, "The military commander just gave away all your noodle money.
What are you doing?"
The old smoker said with a smile, "Boss, I want to ask you something."
"Put this money away.
I don't want people to say that I want a beggar's money.
Tell me, what do you want to ask?"
the boss said cheerfully.
"Things about Huashan," Old Smoker whispered.
"It's easy to talk about other things.
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I really don't know about this."
The boss looked embarrassed and replied hesitantly.
"Forget it, since you don't know about Huashan, you should know how to get to Huashan," Lao Yanqiang asked.
The boss was putting away the dishes and said quietly, "If you go east from here, you will see me in seven or eight miles.
Come on, hurry up.
I still have business to do, but I don't have time to chat with you here.
I am not as free as you."
At ease, one person is well fed and the whole family is not hungry.”
"Thank you boss, I'll leave right away.
I'll see you later when the business is booming."
The old smoker said auspicious words while putting the penny he just took out back into his pocket and heading east.
The owner of the noodle stall turned around and cursed, "Bah, I've never seen a beggar like you.
You eat one meal without finishing another, and you still pretend to be an uncle in front of me.
Be careful of Huashan's cold shots.
I will send you to the west."
Following the noodle stall owner's directions, Lao Yanqiang walked for half an hour.
He met a few New Army officers riding horses on the road.
He thought that Huashan was not far away, and no one mentioned anything about Mr.
Cao along the way.
The news about Zhang Li and others arrived.
Could it be that they had all been captured alive by the Revolutionary Party.
Thinking about this matter, a stone tablet appeared in front of them with the words Huashan on it.
Finally arrived, Lao Yanqiang breathed a sigh of relief.
The Huashan Mountain is steep and the shape of the mountain is very strange.
The front mountain is a steep slope with only one exit when going down the mountain.
The back mountain looks like it has been chopped with an axe.
The mountain is almost upright and there is no way.
When I walked Lao Yanqiang, I saw half an infantry battalion of New Army soldiers guarding the place going down the mountain pass.
Suddenly, a gunshot broke the tranquility at the foot of the mountain.
Lao Yanqiang was startled and thought to himself, what the hell, maybe he had been discovered: