Rebirth of the National Marshal

You don't give me face." Mao Yuanshan said with a frown, and the face of this gangster appeared again, but everyone felt very friendly at this time. Naturally, no one was guarding the students next to them, but they would also follow them to the security team.

"Stop them, don't worry, they dare not shoot. Our Concession Guards will be here soon." Hasegawa also knew that if he was really taken back by these people, it would be very different from before. This Mao Yuanshan was said to have great connections. Although he was not very afraid of the Chinese, it was undeniable that there were some powerful and ruthless people among them.

"Bang bang bang" Mao Yuanshan fired two shots and Zhang Dashan fired one shot. The other security team members immediately loaded their bullets. Mao Yuanshan smiled and nodded to Zhang Dashan. Not bad, this kid is quite brave.

The few Japanese ronin who were blocking the road ahead immediately moved away. What Bushido spirit? Their weakness was immediately revealed at this moment.

"Get the hell out of here! Haha, I thought you Japanese were really not afraid of death, but you are still hiding. You know that bullets don't recognize people, right?" The people around kept cheering for Mao Yuanshan. Such a thing was really rare. Several Japanese warriors lowered their heads in shame.

"Boss, the troops from the concession are here. I've asked Monkey to go back and call for help." Zhang Dashan glanced at the people queuing not far away. These were the troops who were there to maintain order in the Beijing Concession. There seemed to be hundreds of them.

"What are you afraid of? Cowards are afraid of ruthless people, ruthless people are afraid of desperate people, desperate people are afraid of stupid people. I'm here for everything." Mao Yuanshan said with a cold face. There were at most a few hundred foreigners in the concessions in Beijing, and the rest were Chinese. Their weapons were similar to his own. There were only dozens of Japanese among them, and most of them were from European countries.

"Hold still, you damn black dogs, do you know what you are doing?" a guy with a mustache shouted loudly. The embassy guards of the six countries of Britain, the United States, France, Japan, Germany and Italy jointly formed the Concession Guard. However, people from European countries basically did not cause trouble. Recently, it was the Japanese who were making trouble. But they never thought that the people from the security team would be so bold. They thought they were all gang members at first. After seeing the hundreds of people from the security team, some Europeans and Americans didn't want to get involved in this matter. Although the Japanese would give them a part of the benefits afterwards, it was not worth it after all.

What the security team members hate most is being called Black Dogs. Besides, that was in the past. Over the past half month, they have been brainwashed by Mao Yuanshan and more or less think that their profession is not bad. So why are they still called Black Dogs?

"Damn it, you little Japanese dog, if you say another word, I'll fucking shoot you." A hot-tempered man under Zhang Dashan pulled out his pistol and said. Only then did the troops in the concession see this scene that shouldn't have happened. Why are all these security team members carrying two guns? Damn it, they are carrying the latest Mauser rifles, which look better than their own, and they have a lot of 20-shot box cannons on their waists. At such a close distance, if a fight really breaks out, we are no match for them.

In the Chinese army of this era, let alone being equipped with two guns, it is already a very good thing for everyone to have a gun. Look at the bullet bags on these security guards, they are all bulging.

"Wait." Mao Yuanshan didn't want to have a conflict with the embassy guards of various countries at this time. Usually, the guard captains of European countries are rotated. Today's one is the German Walen, with whom Mao Yuanshan had drunk before.

"Valen, today's matter has nothing to do with you. Take it and give it to your brothers to drink. This is for you." Mao Yuanshan took the two bags of silver dollars. Nowadays, if you are not strong enough, you have to rely on silver. In fact, these Europeans came because of the silver. Seeing that they had got it, Valen smiled at Mao Yuanshan, nodded, and led the troops to withdraw. The concession army came quickly and left quickly. Everyone hadn't figured out what was going on, and they had to withdraw.

"Eight" The man with a mustache was about to curse, but he swallowed his words immediately when he saw Valen's eyes. These people were not Chinese. Asians would naturally be a little afraid when facing Europeans. He didn't finish his words at the moment.

"Akutagawa, watch your mouth, I'm going to teach you some boxing." Valen whistled and left with his men. In fact, in the eyes of Europeans, there was not much difference between Japanese and Chinese. No matter how powerful Japan was, in their eyes it was just a second-rate power and of no great use.

This is the carrot and the stick. The silver dollar is the carrot, and the equipment in the hands of the soldiers and their actions today are the sticks. If they have direct interests in these people, they will definitely not leave. It's just a matter between the Chinese and the Japanese, and they don't want to interfere too much.

Mao Yuanshan took a fierce look at these foreign devils. Although they didn't come looking for me today, I will bring people to your land to build a concession one day. I will definitely make it happen.

"Little mustache, stop yelling. I have to take them away today. If you try to stop me, don't blame me for being rude." Mao Yuanshan saw that there were more than 200 security guards around, and he got brave enough. If you guys are sensible today, I'll let it go. But if you really want to, haha, I may have to pay for you today.

The security guards around also loaded their guns. Today they could be said to have encountered something they had not encountered in eight hundred years. Even if Mao Yuanshan asked them to die, they would do it. They had never felt this proud before, and no one had ever praised them like this. In the past, people always called them black dogs or something like that, and no one would even look at them seriously.

"Captain Mao, we, the citizens of the Great Japanese Empire, have consular jurisdiction even if something happens. Do you want to cause disputes between the two countries?" The man with a mustache also saw that if he used force today, the young man in front of him would really dare to shoot. He knew it very well from the look on his face, so it was better to talk about reason. Don't Chinese people always say that they should convince others with reason?

"What the hell is consular jurisdiction? I don't recognize that. Go find whoever signed it. Stop talking nonsense. Take them away." Mao Yuanshan got angry when he heard this. What did the treaty signed by the Qing government have to do with him? With a wave of his hand, his men took those Japanese ronin away. The concession guards just watched. They wanted to move, but when they saw the more than 200 people around them, they decided to give up. Everyone's life is valuable. In fact, they didn't carry many bullets with them. If a fight really broke out, they would be the ones to suffer.

"Ding, the commander has captured Ichiro Ogawa and six others, boosted the morale of the people in the capital, and obtained 180 merit points and 200 admiration points." A admiration point suddenly appeared here. On his way back, Mao Yuanshan hurried to see what was going on. It turned out that admiration points were the admiration of Mao Yuanshan by the people and security team members. He didn't know how many points a person generated. These admiration points could be exchanged for merit points. One admiration point could be exchanged for ten merit points. If all of them were exchanged, it would be 2180 merit points. Tens of thousands of dollars were in hand. He really gained a lot from this trip today.

"Waste, useless things." Hasegawa cursed the guards of the concession angrily. The man with a mustache glanced at him and went back with his men without saying anything. This Hasegawa was not an ordinary person. There was no need for him to argue with him. Anyway, today's affairs were beyond his management scope.