Gaochang Temple Manufacturing Bureau.

This place is not as deserted as Nanshi. There is no empty figure on a long street. Yuchen and a team of more than 200 people quietly approached the manufacturing bureau. He whispered: "Zhuoran, send a few people to put the guns of the guards at the door. If you don't have any disease, you knock on all the shops along the street and bring us all the foreign oil."

With an order, more than 200 soldiers dispersed. Yuchen and He Sui took a squad of soldiers to touch them. Several guards at the door were still chatting and yawning, but they were held down one by one. He Sui whispered: "Don't make a sound, or you will be killed!"

Several guards' guns were taken down, and one of them asked us in a Hunan accent: "Are you a civilian army?"

Yuchen nodded and waved to let the brigade of soldiers follow. The guard said again: "You are so coincidental. There is no one on duty today on the four-sided corner building. Our General Manager Zhang went out to pay a visit, and the manager Wang stayed in the gray building."

Yuchen smiled and said, "Thank you, stay outside honestly, and you won't hurt your lives." Several guards were taken down, and the talkative one was still muttering: "This Qing Dynasty should have died long ago in the Gengzi year!"

A platoon was left to guard the door. The soldiers followed the officers and rushed forward along the long corridor. They usually surrendered when they encountered guards along the way. Only a few people reacted and slashed the gunshots, and the sound of gunfires broke through the quiet night sky. They woke up the entire manufacturing bureau.

When we rushed out of the corridor, another wall was crossed in front of us, and an iron door was locked. Several guards poked out their rifles from the door, but did not fire. The soldiers beside Yuchen immediately took a posture of preparing to release. He Sui shouted: "Are you still working for the Manchus? Open the door quickly, otherwise the bullets would not have eyes!"

The soldiers dropped their guns and ran in. The soldiers rushed forward, smashed the iron door open in a few seconds. Then they rushed in. As soon as they entered, they saw a large open factory area, a three-story gray building towering high, and a few windows flashed with fire, and the firepower of the crawlers poured out. The soldiers in front were immediately knocked down.

Yuchen and the soldiers all lay down and looked for land objects to hide. Then they heard bullets passing by on their heads. Yuchen lay on the ground and shouted: "We are the civilian army like the Wuchang Uprising! Brothers, don't work hard for the Manchus, put down your guns to ensure your safety!"

He Sui also shouted at the top of his voice: "We are only rebellious against Manchus. We are all Han men, so why bother to be accomplices of tigers!"

The sound of the machine gun was still tighter.

A platoon leader stood up, cursed and rushed up with a dozen brothers. But before he could rush out a few steps, he took the lead in being knocked down. The momentum flew high with his body and fell to the ground. Other soldiers also suffered casualties.

Yuchen closed his eyes in pain. This was the first time he saw a person bleeding in this era. He was not afraid, but just thinking about the platoon leader. He was brought by Wu Cai, with a pair of gentle eyes and a shy smile, and he was not good at speaking. But today he resolutely took the lead and sacrificed himself here.

All the rifles fired, causing many points of sparks to splash out from the gray building on the opposite side. However, the firepower of the machine gun on the opposite side was still endless. The unique copper sound of the Maxim machine gun when it was fired was like hitting everyone's heart.

He Sui pulled the collar open beside Yuchen, and raised his body and wanted to rush forward. Yuchen hurriedly pressed him down: "Wait for Wujian to come up! Don't rush hard! Such a strong firepower can't rush up!"

There was a sound behind, and Chen Heshan and a dozen brothers each rolled and crawled to Yuchen with two buckets of kerosene. His officer's hat was punched with a gun hole, but he smiled indifferently: "There is indeed a foreign oil shop here. We smashed the shop open. The boss not only did not get angry, but also gave us more than twenty barrels of foreign oil for free, which made a profit."

He Sui glared at him fiercely, then looked at the opposite side with red eyes. Yuchen pulled him and lay down with Chen Heshan and the other three: "We only have rifles, so we must not be able to open this gray building. When we set the fire, they will be afraid. No disease, you are here to organize our rifle firepower to block the enemy's firepower. Zhuo Ran and I each took ten people around from both sides and set the fire to set the fire!"

Although Chen Shanhe only heard the gunshots intermittently, his eyes suddenly bulged, and his handsome face turned skewed: "Why do you want me to organize firepower behind? You are the highest official, you stay behind, Zhuo Ran and I will go up."

He Sui disagreed with anyone: "One is the highest official and the other is the third generation of single-passing family. It's not OK. Zhang Xiongfu is here, and he has always been desperate. I'll go up with him."

Yuchen thought about it and nodded, "It's just a decision. We don't have time to discuss it anymore. No disease, this is an order!"

Yuchen climbed in front and ordered the soldiers to cease fire first. He shouted: "After listening to my orders, everyone will release together! Be neatly and aim at the enemy's gun holes. Block them!" He pulled over the rifle of a dead soldier, pulled the bolt open, and there were three bullets. He banged the bolt again. He Sui and Zhang Xiongfu had already picked up the suicide squadrons and moved to both wings.

Yuchen tilted his head and aimed, and issued a loud order: "Let it go!" The flames at the muzzle jumped, shaking his eyes. The buttstock hit his shoulder heavily, causing a huge pain. He no longer cared about it, and just put the orders until his bullet was fired.

In the blur, his eyes saw figures on both wings moving upwards. He was so nervous that he was sweating all over, and he kept shouting and letting go. The sound of the rifle on his side had already become chaotic. Maybe at night, this gray building was not a military fortress after all, and his vision was limited. The soldiers moving up on both sides piled up foreign oil downstairs, turned around and ran back. Yuchen's eyesight also recovered at this time, and he suddenly found that Chen Shanhe was running at the end!

The enemy finally saw them, and a rain of bullets came over, and Chen Shanhe fell to the ground. Yuchen slapped the ground and shouted: "No disease!"

When the enemy's firepower turned, Chen Shanhe jumped up and rushed to us in a few big steps. Before he could see if he was injured, the kerosene barrel over there had been ignited by the soldiers with rifles. Two loud bangs, the fire immediately burned into pieces. There were screams in the gray building, and the fire suddenly became weaker.

There was nothing wrong with the team. After a burst of fire, almost all the rifles and bullets were fired. They could only stare at them. After not much effort, a white flag stretched out from the smoky gray building, and a Hunan-style cry: "Don't shoot and set fire, Wang Guandai has run away from the back door! Let's surrender!"

More than a hundred soldiers in Shanghai camps wearing digit coats and underwear ran out of the gate with their heads in their arms, holding their heads, and knelt on the open space in front of the building with dark faces. They looked at the cheering soldiers in fear.

The officers and soldiers rushed up, and while extinguishing the fire, they rushed into the building, and guns and bullets were thrown everywhere. Yuchen ordered repeatedly: "Each squad should be used as a unit to control all the manufacturing bureaus. Everyone filled the bullets and carried the machine guns on the four-sided corner tower. Without my orders, no mouse is allowed to be put in!"

Only then did he have time to see Chen Shanhe who was so arrogant around him. This guy was nothing. He was wearing a hat and picking bullets there. Yuchen opened his pocket watch and saw that the attack and manufacturing bureau had been fighting from 11 o'clock in the evening to 1 o'clock in the morning. It was October 28, 1911.
Chapter completed!