The Empire will continue to win

The explosive charge landed on the ground.

The distance was no more than three feet.

The fuse hissed and burned. Shen Moqing looked at the remaining fuse and estimated that it could burn for another ten seconds. He then bent down, picked up the explosive charge, rushed towards the window, and threw it out the window with force.

It exploded as soon as it landed!

A loud bang, billowing black smoke, and all the glass windows shattered.

"Black Card Incident, Banzai!"

Two more assassins rushed in with rifles, but as soon as they entered, hot bullets flew towards them, hitting both assassins on the spot, one dead and the other wounded.

Shen Moqing had already aimed his gun at the door and emptied the magazine in one go.

But there's another assassin behind him!

Bullets flew wildly, and blood splattered everywhere.

Shen Moqing's adrenaline surged again, and using the long table as cover, he pulled out a second revolver from behind his waist and fired wildly.

Fuck!

Since transmigrating, how many times have I been in front of the King of Hell's palace?

Glug glug~

A round, metal-cased bomb rolled down the ground.

Shen Moqing felt a chill run down his spine. He was positioned in a corner, facing a bomb, with nowhere to hide.

No sooner said than done.

He decisively grabbed the collar of a colleague who was frozen in shock and shoved him hard against the bomb.

Turn your back to the enemy!

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for this one!

Fortunately, this colleague was a dissolute playboy who indulged in wine and women and had long since exhausted his body, so he was light in weight and easy to control.

Boom~

Black smoke rose up.

The bomb wasn't particularly powerful, but it was enough to inflict fatal injuries on anyone within a meter or two.

Even with the human shield in between, Shen Moqing was still thrown over by the huge shockwave from the explosion.

tinnitus.

dizziness.

My vision went black.

When his vision returned, he felt the whole world was red.

At this moment, Shen Moqing screamed inwardly: The people need me, the Empress Dowager needs me, the empire needs me, I cannot die!

Staggering, struggling, he straightened up.

Kneeling position~

He pulled a third revolver from his boot and started firing wildly at everything that was moving around him.

spy!!

bang bang bang~

Traitor!

bang bang~

The ammunition chambers were emptied again.

When rules clash with violence, the so-called spoiled brats and the decadent Rongguo Mansion in Dream of the Red Chamber are no different—they're all useless.

The room was filled with the smoke of gunpowder.

Shen Moqing remained kneeling, shoved aside the empty magazine, and, relying on his blurry vision, slowly and laboriously loaded the bullets one by one.

When Lai Shun heard that there was no more noise outside, he crawled out from under the table, looked up, and their eyes met.

Oh my gosh~

Supervisor Shen was covered in blood, looking like a murderer.

The old man gritted his teeth and, without even taking the stairs, jumped out of the nearest window.

Ah ~

thump~

Even a broken leg is better than being shot.

.........

At the factory gate.

A troop of cavalry charged in; they arrived very quickly.

That's because the 1st Division of the Kinki Army was stationed right next door. When they saw the black smoke rising and heard the loud explosion, Liu Mingchuan's troops, who were closest, immediately rushed to reinforce them.

Just then, they encountered a large group of people fleeing.

Liu Mingchuan abruptly stopped one of the people and asked loudly, "What's going on?"

"An assassin! Supervisor Shen has been blown up by an assassin!"

"Is he dead?"

"have no idea."

"Damn it!" Liu Mingchuan decisively fired a shot into the air, forcibly opening a path, and then spurred his horse toward the factory office building that was still emitting black smoke.

.........

Shen Moqing staggered out of the conference room.

Behind him, a trail of bloody footprints was left.

At the corner of the stairs, he saw Woren's calligraphy again: "The way to establish a nation is to value etiquette over power and intrigue. The fundamental plan lies in the hearts of the people, not in skills."

fart!

He ripped it off and wiped away the blood.

Outside the building.

Everyone watched as their blood-red superior walked out, carrying a revolver with bright red blood dripping down the barrel.

Liu Mingchuan was dumbfounded.

"Awesome! Quick, get a medic."

brush brush~

A large number of infantrymen from the 1st Army Division also arrived.

Leading the group was Commander Li Shaoquan, who sat on horseback, gripping the reins, his face filled with shock: "Is that Supervisor Shen? What happened?"

Shen Moqing composed himself and carefully chose his words: "The spies from Dongsang, cornered and desperate, attempted to assassinate me in public with the help of traitors. I fought back and killed many spies and traitors."

The scene was completely silent.

No one dared to utter a sound, for fear of being shot.

Shen Moqing turned his head and happened to see Na Laishun wriggling on the ground.

"Yes, yes, that's right. I'm the person involved, and I can testify that what Supervisor Shen said is true." The old man was heartbroken, thinking that saving his life was the most important thing.

"Is that so?" Li Shaoquan asked.

Everyone nodded vigorously, hurriedly saying, "Yes, yes."

Li Shaoquan nodded and put away the revolver.

"Liu Mingchuan".

"Your humble servant is here."

"Take four riders and rush to the capital, go to the Forbidden City, and inform the two empress dowagers everything that has happened here."

"Yes."

"Nie Shicheng".

"Your humble servant is here."

"You will lead two battalions of infantry to temporarily take over Yanshan Heavy Industry, especially the various warehouses, and strictly guard against spies sabotaging it."

"Yes."

One after another, mangled corpses were carried down, and the officers of the 1st Army Division marveled at the sight.

.........

Half an hour later~

The military doctor came out.

"How is the person inside?"

"Returning to command is not a big problem; it's all just superficial injuries."

"But he was covered in blood?"

"Almost all the blood on this Supervisor Shen's body belongs to other people."

"Oh, I see."

Medical Affairs Office.

Perhaps due to an overdose of adrenaline, or perhaps as a consequence of a concussion, Shen Moqing lay on the hospital bed, feeling aches all over her body and a strong urge to vomit, but she still gripped the revolver tightly and refused to let go.

"Brother Moqing is truly a contemporary Lü Bu," Li Shaoquan praised.

"Is Commander Li trying to mock my disloyalty and injustice?"

"No, no, I only admire your bravery, nothing more. Since Lü Bu is not suitable, then let's use Zhao Yun's bravery."

Shen Moqing didn't respond. He could clearly sense the malice from Li Shaoquan's words. Although he didn't understand where this malice came from, he was certain it existed.

There were only two people inside.

"Brother Mo Qing, could you please tell me about the Battle of Busan?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"Anything is fine~ I'm interested in the logistics, tactics, officer quality, soldier physique, fighting spirit, artillery power, or naval warships of the Eastern Sang Army."

"Is the Empress Dowager planning to transfer the First Garrison to Liaodong to participate in the war?"

Li Shaoquan remained silent.

Shen Moqing sneered inwardly and simply closed his eyes to rest.

After a while~

Li Shaoquan spoke up first: "It's not that the Empress Dowager has given an order, but I personally have a strong premonition that the First Division will have to go to the battlefield sooner or later. Rather than being caught off guard, it's better to prepare early."

He paused again.

"My third brother, Hezhang, is also in the Sixth Division of the Army in Fengtian."

"The Eastern Sang Army is in no way inferior to ours, and its light infantry is unparalleled in the world," Shen Moqing finally spoke.

How rare is it?

"The East Sang infantry dared to launch a mass charge under a hail of bullets. One company was wiped out, but the second company continued."

"Is it because of strict military law?"

"Strict military discipline is only part of it. My feeling is that these people have an indescribable fanaticism for death."

"impossible!"