Walking into a simple yard, four or five big men were squatting in the kitchen, and there were more than a dozen people squatting outside, all wearing Qing soldiers' clothes, squatting on the ground in disappointment. Standing among them was the Taiping Army holding a knife and spear, Zhu Qingzheng was supported by the group of people, and his bloody clothes aroused the squatting men's screams. When he walked into the west room, a thin Qing soldier in his forties was lying on the bed.

Zhu Qingzheng stretched out his left hand that could move flexibly, stretched his thumb forward, bent his index finger, stretched his other three fingers straight, then lifted his fingertips up, attached to the waist of his chest, and bowed slightly.

This is the secret code of "Three and Half Incense" when meeting Tiandihui. The man who was originally a little scared by Zhu Qingzheng's murderous aura, saw this gesture and immediately returned the gesture with a gesture, shouted: "You are Zhu Baitou of the Taiping Army..."

"I respectfully say I don't dare to be accused! Uncle Zhang, you are a master of thunder in the world. I have long been admired for a long time!" After saying that, he pulled out a jade-carved cigarette gun from behind his waist, and shook his left hand. The cigarette gun turned around in the air, and the cigarette mouth met Zhang Sande's chest.

"This is...this is..." Zhang Sande saw the smoker lit up, but he swallowed his saliva and was a little confused.

"I heard that Uncle Zhang is not happy, so my nephew brought you this refreshing moment, which was brought from the magistrate's bedroom." Zhu Qingzheng smiled slightly.

"What a good nephew!" Zhang Sande hadn't smoked opium for an hour and had already yawned forever. He smelled the smell of the gun that had been hooked so much that he was unknown where he was. He took the gun with a happy face and slapped Zhu Qingzheng's arm hard.

Zhu Qingzheng is different from Luo Qianjie who vows not to smoke opium. The children are still young, either black or white. When they see others smoking, they may want to kill them. He is an old man who is lingering in the world. Although he is just as pious when he kneels down to pray, as soon as he stands up, he flexibly handes the devil's gift - opium smoker and cigarettes, giving it to the boss of the Shaozhou Triad Association, which instantly brings closer.

The Triad Association also made great contributions in the Battle of Breaking the City.

In addition to assisting the Taiping Army in posting notices for the people, they also poured a bucket of oil on the fire when the city was broken.

An hour ago, gunfire sounds rumbling in front of the guns, but the yard behind the Qing army's position was very calm. In the middle, a large pot of rice soup was rolling, and the food and vegetables were everywhere. Seven or eight Lian Yongs were sitting lazily in the open space to take a nap. They were all local regiments from Shaozhou City to assist the Qing army in defending the city, but this was the kitchen where the cooking was for the front.

"Master Zhang!Master Zhang! It's a big deal!" A sudden, Lian Yong, who was so smoldered and rushed into the yard. Suddenly, the people who were lying in the skeleton were all energetic and began to stand up one after another.

Mr. Zhang sat on a small stool under the tree, smoking big smoke with his back against the big tree. He looked at the man who reported the news and raised his gun: "What? The city is broken?"

"Yes! The East City was broken, and the gap in the North City was over! The group of Tong'an soldiers began to run away!" The person who reported the news was holding the tree in his hands and panting.

Mr. Zhang is Zhang Sande, one of the three bigwigs of the Shaozhou Triad Association, but why did he become a housekeeper for Lian Yong?

It turns out that gang leaders often have different identities. Some are rich men, while others are poor and humble. Zhang Sande belongs to the latter. He is a gangster who does nothing but the world. With his extremely powerful connections, he goes directly to Shaozhou. The group training is almost equivalent to a branch of the triad. Most of them are gangs or people related to gangs. Good men do not serve as soldiers, let alone such "informal soldiers". They just use their status as bravery to do something about "bullying good people, selling opium, kidnapping and extortion".

It turned out that Zhang Sande was a small leader and wanted to fight in the city, but as soon as Zhao Kuo arrived outside the city, he immediately transferred to the safest kitchen and became a fireworker. This is called connections.

They naturally responded to Zhao Kuo's internal and external cooperation, posting notices and spreading rumors, but the situation in Shaozhou was slightly different. This group of 3,000 green camp soldiers were sent from other places, not the kind of local soldiers who had been stationed in the city for a long time, so there was not much force infiltrating the local gangs.

(This is not that the world will be an extremely revolutionary underground front, and the Qing soldiers will invade and divide and disintegrate when they come. Instead, one is a soldier and the other is a thief. They often cooperate with fish, meat, grass and people. If you don’t have a good relationship with them, how can you do your business that can be beheaded? If the Qing soldiers and they don’t have a good relationship with the gang, how can they find minions, contacts, and gather wealth in the local area?

Therefore, the gangs in the late Qing Dynasty were flooded in the Guangdong-Guangzhou army, which was a bit of a filth. But the gangs also hated the corruption of the Qing Dynasty. From now on, as locals, the Shaozhou Triad Association hoped that someone would kill the Qing Dynasty. Take Tong'an's group of Qing soldiers as an example. Not to mention the past in Shaozhou City, they almost robbed all the opium halls and half of the rich people in the city in just seven days. Not to mention the people, the gangs could not survive!)

However, Zhang Sande was not worried that Tong'an could defend it. The Qing Dynasty was so bad that it was not thieves everywhere when it was bad. If it was bad, it was still expected that you could defeat Changmao? So they met the three groups of people and planned to share some benefits when the city was broken.

But I didn't expect that Tong'an, a kid, had too many opium and was unconscious. He actually fought a few battles with the Taiping Army and guarded for a few more days.

Now that the city is broken, the Taiping Army is advancing too fast, and the sound of "killing Qing Yao" can be heard behind the army.

"It's time to work!" Zhang Sande immediately stood up, inserted his cigarette gun diagonally back, and kicked the pot of rice. His subordinates also immediately started to pick up the torch, set fire to the surrounding residential buildings, and shouted: "The city is broken! The city is broken! The hair is coming!"

Suddenly, the Qing army's training ground behind the Qing army was rolling in black smoke and shouting. The Qing army's defeated soldiers, who were originally like headless flies, caught fire after seeing the formation. They could have been in a panic and random way. Even a few blind people turned their heads and ran back, and were chopped head-on by the Taiping Army.

It was as if the city was in chaos, and the Qing soldiers were completely finished. Zhang Sande led dozens of people to the south of the city. This was a place where the rich people lived. Now, except for a few rabbit-like Qing soldiers running past, there were already few people. Who would watch the war in the rich area? He didn’t run away early and kowtowed to pray to the Bodhisattva in the house.

He looked at the situation from all sides and said, "Switch it!" Zhang Sande turned the honour and covered the Qing army's logo. Then he pulled out a red scarf from his belt, disassembled his braids, and wrapped them around his head. His subordinates changed their clothes one after another. Suddenly, a group of Taiping troops like flying generals appeared on the street.

"Kill the Qing demon!" Zhang Sande roared and led a group of subordinates to the door of the richest mansion of Wang Fugui, the richest man in Shaozhou, not far away. The group of people was so scared that they saw their Qing soldiers' legs were weak, and several of them were lying on the road with foaming at their mouths.

"Master Zhang, that sedan chair!" A subordinate poked Zhang Sande beside him.

Not far away, a sedan chair walking south saw them turning in panic. The sedan chair behind was thrown out by the colleague in front and fell.

"It must be a big family! It is either rich or noble!" Seeing the gorgeous sedan chair, Zhang San and the others rushed forward. Seeing the butler in front of him, they screamed strangely, threw the sedan chair with several sedan chairmen and ran away.

When I opened the door of the sedan chair, there was an old fat man with a face full of dirt inside, but he was wearing extremely clean silk underwear and was trembling at them.

Zhang Sande, who was extremely addicted to smoking, caught a glimpse of the exquisite box next to the old man's buttocks, the box containing opium.

"This must be the Qing Demon, kill it!" Zhang Sande yelled, and he was about to stab the old man with a spear.

"Slowly! Dear soldiers! I am the prefect! I want to surrender to the enemy!" The prefect was so anxious that he snot out of his nose. He was so anxious that he used the wrong words. "Abandoning the dark and turning to the light" directly said that "subdating the enemy."

"Teen to your mother! I'm still Xianfeng!" Zhang Sande sneered, and shot his chest into his head with a shot. He directly pulled the dying fat man out and threw it on the ground, and began to kneel in the sedan chair to search for property.
Chapter completed!