After the Sikh cavalry crashed into the White Lotus's large crowd, it did not go as smoothly as they had expected, like a hot knife cutting through only chopping down a few rows of people, they actually withstood the attack and started a tug-of-war with the Sikh cavalry. The repeated failures in the attacks also made General Jackson frown. The era when cavalry could fight on the battlefield solely based on their bravery will eventually pass. "General, let me send a team of people to provide reinforcements," someone suggested. "Do you think the cavalry still have a chance to withdraw at this time?" he asked. Indeed, now the two sides are almost mixed together. There is no formation, nor does it exist on the battle line. It is just mixing and killing. "Let's fire." Jackson stroked the stubble on his chin. He had made up his mind to capture Tianjin before dark, but the fighting on the streets had obviously delayed the progress. "But those cavalrymen are still fighting." "It doesn't matter. Sikh lives are cheaper than shells."

Jackson's face was cold. "Our victory has to come at a price. These Sikhs came here from West Asia, and we only paid for their uniforms. Now is the time to pay the minimum price. There is no room for hesitation." As he gave the order, the cannons were pushed forward a little and placed right on the street. Only when the cannons demonstrated their power did the people fighting react. However, all that appeared before them were fire meteors shot from afar, which fell into the crowd and created bloodstains. There was an obvious commotion among the crowd, and it seemed that it no longer mattered whether they were enemies or not, because the shells took everyone's life equally. After Nie Huo knocked down a cavalryman, he was also chopped on the shoulder by the unlucky guy, and blood was flowing. Around him, people were constantly being hit by shells and falling down. Nie Huo looked at this scene, his face still showing determination. He dodged the spear of the frenzied cavalryman on the opposite side, rolled his knife forward, stabbed it into the cavalryman's thigh, and pulled it hard. The Sikh cavalryman screamed and fell to the ground. He was stabbed in the chest by him, and he spit out blood foam. Suddenly, a cannonball landed beside him, and the strong wind knocked Nie Huo over and he fell to the ground. In an instant, he felt as if he was slapped by a top master, and all the bones in his body were about to break. He was in a daze for a long time, and when he heard the shouts around him, he struggled to get up, feeling sad in his heart. The martial arts that warriors have practiced for many years are so fragile in the face of guns and cannons. In the past, he thought that the fighting in the martial arts world had earned him status and fame for the White Lotus Sect. But now it seems that the fight between the small fish and shrimps in the mud pond is too small and stupid in the face of national affairs. He wasted his time and squandered his passion in the mud. The young boy who had tears streaming down his face and trembling hands had been shot through the chest at some point. He lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, his face full of astonishment. After all, he never showed any heroism until his death. But whose death doesn’t look like this? What a hero, what a brave man, he is still so pale, hideous and covered in blood when he dies. That's how those people died, and that's how Nie Huo will die too.

He wiped the blood off his face, drew his sword and stepped forward, only to be met with more shells that engulfed his body. …… There was a rumble of artillery fire in the front, and everyone in the back was hurrying. Although their actions were disrupted by stray bullets from time to time, they were still making intensive preparations. Because everyone knew that after the shelling stopped, the Eight-Nation Alliance would surge in like a tide. I don't know who said it before, but foreigners value their lives like gold and will retreat without hesitation when faced with difficulties. They will never fight the so-called offensive or bloody battles. However, judging from today's battle, they seem to be incredibly tough. Even if they suffer casualties, they will not retreat so easily. They are definitely not easy opponents to deal with. When Ren Qi came over on horseback, everyone's eyes were on him. Because he is Yoon Soo's "bodyguard" and his agent, his every move will determine the fate of everyone. Feeling those burning gazes, Ren Qi remained expressionless. Because no matter what expression he made, it would inevitably lead to misunderstanding. In that case, it would be better for him to just keep a cold face like he is now, not giving anyone hope or despair. Ma Xiaoyu was also in the alley he passed by. She was not a participant in the battle, but covered her hair with cloth and rescued the wounded with Qingniang and others. The two just looked at each other, and Ma Xiaoyu hurriedly joined the team to rescue the wounded. Rescuing the wounded is indeed a very tragic and devastating thing. Because even though enough medicines had been prepared in advance, these wounded had suffered the most serious injuries, and some had died as soon as they were carried to the shelter. Even if you think some people have stabilized after treatment, they may bleed profusely again due to internal wounds breaking open after a while, and die in the blink of an eye. If this is the case, then the previously hopeful treatment becomes a useless effort, or even a futile waste. How can this not make people frustrated and sad? But after experiencing many such things, Ma Xiaoyu and the others no longer have the time and sentiment to feel compassion for the world. Due to the shortage of manpower and the increasing number of wounded, they even had to give up on those who looked like they could survive, and divided the order of treatment into different levels, leaving some of them just lying there waiting to die. This is a cruel decision that must be made in order to keep more people alive. Ren Qi stopped here and waited until Ma Xiaoyu had time to look at him. "Aren't you leaving yet?" At this time, Ma Xiaoyu's apron was so stained with blood that it was impossible to tell its color. Ren Qi didn't answer her, but just asked her: "How long are you going to stay here?" "What about you? When will you go to the front line?" Ma Xiaoyu asked back. "It's not yet time." Ren Qi looked at the artillery fire in the distance and said, "I am not afraid of taking risks, but it is meaningless to join the battlefield at this time. Now is not the time to decide the winner. So like you, I don't fight on the front lines." "Of course I know you are not afraid of risks."

Ma Xiaoyu said calmly: "Because Ren Qi is not a person who is afraid of death. He doesn't care about the life and death of others, nor does he take his own life and death seriously." "Do you think you know me well? Or did Yoon-seo tell you this too?" Seeing Ma Xiaoyu nodding intentionally or unintentionally, Ren Qi frowned and talked about another thing. “What about Yoon-su, you don’t care where he is?” Ma Xiaoyu shook her head. "He didn't tell me, but I know that he is still in the city. Just like you and me, it is not the time to go into battle yet, so he has not shown up." As if he found it interesting, Ren Qi suddenly said, "He is in the general's mansion right now, commanding tens of thousands of soldiers to die." "Isn't that the same thing as what you did?" "It's different." Ren Qi sat up straight. "Soldiers are supposed to die, but many people here have no such obligation, but I still pushed them to die. Because the closer they are to the front, the higher the chance of dying. I still pushed them to that position without asking any questions, so what I did was more cruel than what he did." After a pause, he continued, "But it doesn't matter, because I have done far more bad things than just this one, so one more thing doesn't matter." "Ren Qi." Ma Xiaoyu looked at him and said, "In fact, whether it is you or Yin Xiu, you have fallen into hell for the future of Jiuzhou. I think even if a saint were reborn, he would not be able to blame you." "Criticism?" Ren Qi smiled coldly, "Why? People like us, what kind of saints are we looking for to judge us? What kind of saints are we?" As he said this, he pulled the horse's head over and prepared to leave. "By the way, I might go to the general's residence later. Do you have anything you want me to tell him?" Ma Xiaoyu lowered her head and thought about it. She did have something to say to Yin Xiu, but she couldn't say it to a cold-faced killer like Ren Qi. Ren Qi snorted coldly, "Just think of me as a messenger. I'll just remember what you want to say to him, and by the time I'm done, I'll have forgotten everything." After he said that, Ma Xiaoyu blushed and said, "Tell him I'll wait for him to come back." "it is good!" Ren Qi turned his horse around and was about to leave, but Ma Xiaoyu stopped him, "I hope you can survive, too." "rest assured." Ren Qi clenched the reins in his hands, "The people in the Forbidden Palace can't kill me, but how can those foreigners do that?" After saying that, he waved at Ma Xiaoyu, kicked the horse's belly hard, and galloped towards the square. After passing two alleys, Ren Qi felt awkward again when he thought of what Ma Xiaoyu had asked him to say to Yin Xiu. "I am such a jerk. Why did I think of passing on a message to this couple? And why should I be ashamed to say such things? I don't understand. Such a disgusting couple, luckily they are not my parents." With such conflicted emotions, Ren Qi quickened his pace. ……

In the general's mansion, Ye Tianpei had finished a one-pound bottle of double-distilled liquor, but his face did not turn red at all, but became even whiter. The war reports that came in like snowflakes made him rack his brains and he had almost no time to indulge in his drunkenness. Because the barricades were destroyed by artillery, the Kyushu Society all retreated to the rear to reorganize. However, the government troops, as the main force, fought hard from beginning to end and blocked the enemy's advance step by step. Each of the 19 rivers in Tianjin was dyed red with the blood of the government troops. They are not like the Jiuzhou Society. As long as the military order is not issued, they have little room for retreat. Even though most of them are just ordinary people, or ordinary people who have received military training. They are also afraid of death, they are also sneaky and have thought about escaping. However, as long as the leading officer is still there, as long as Ye Tianpei, the general of the capital, and his staff are still in the general's mansion, these people will still retain some courage and backbone. A real defeat is often caused by the escape of generals. Ye Tianpei had already stood up. He had not been sitting since an hour ago. He was just standing in front of the long table, listening to the battle report. "Zhao Hu, the commander of the Dunzheng Camp, died in battle." "Ma Zhong, the commander of the Brave Battalion, died in battle." "Ye Hai, the deputy commander of the Iron Armor Battalion, run away." "Commander of the Zhongsheng Camp..." "and many more!" Ye Tianpei raised his hand, signaling the adjutant to stop, and then asked again. "Ye Hai, the deputy commander of the Iron Armor Battalion, what happened?" "Ye Hai, the deputy commander of the Iron Armor Battalion, run away." The adjutant read the battle report in detail and added: "After the foreigner used the cannon, he fled without looking back, causing many people to follow him. Nanxiangzi collapsed without a fight for a while, and the front line was later taken over by Jiuzhouhui and stabilized again. However, after only half an hour, it was occupied by the foreigners, and the two hundred Jiuzhouhui soldiers guarding the South Alley were all killed in the battle. " "Pass the order." Ye Tianpei's face was icy. "Send the palace masters out to kill Ye Hai and all the escapees. Don't spare any of them. Hang their heads on the trees." "Sir General, there are only a few masters left to protect you. If we send more people out, I'm afraid..." In the previous "enemy attack" on the General's Mansion, many masters of the Palace were killed by mysterious figures and buried in the sea of ​​fire. Now, there are only a dozen masters of the Palace guarding this new General's Mansion, less than one-third of the original number. "It doesn't matter. If the foreigners come, the palace masters can't do anything. Just send them out." Ye Tianpei waved his hand. "Yes, my subordinates take orders!" The adjutant left quickly and went to the back of the house to convey Ye Tianpei's order. Ye Tianpei signaled another adjutant to take over and continue reading the battle report. So the adjutant continued reading.

"The commander of the Zhongsheng Camp, Wei Tu, died in battle." "Gao Sheng, the commander of the Victory Battalion, is seriously injured..." The adjutant suddenly interrupted. "what happened?" "Sorry sir, I forgot to update you." The adjutant took out a red pen and made some changes to the battle report before reading: "Gao Sheng, the commander of the Victory Battalion, was killed in action." Ye Tianpei remained silent, raised his hand again to stop the adjutant, signaling him not to read anymore and to leave first. Behind Ye Tianpei were two deputy generals and a marching inspector. These three high-ranking officials, whose status was only second to the general of the capital, sat behind him from beginning to end without saying a word. Suddenly, one of the deputy generals had an unnatural look on his face, his eyebrows twitched wildly, his eyes widened, and cold sweat poured down his face, as if he was about to wake up from a nightmare. Ye Tianpei also sensed something was wrong with him. He turned his head, quickly formed a spell with his hand, and pointed it at the deputy general. The deputy general's eyes widened again and he sat quietly. Still feeling a little worried, he made another sword gesture and pointed at the other two people. The two men, like the deputy general, looked straight ahead as if nothing had happened. "Ye Tianpei" turned his head at this time and continued to stare at the map, commanding the thousands of troops in Tianjin City. [Six Paths Walker: Humanity]: Active skill, activated by the target in sight, consuming Dragon and Tiger Qi to control the target mentally. (End of this chapter)