Say that finish and go straight out of the tent. Others can’t say how chic and lonely they are.

Section 40 Give up your life
This is a good opportunity for Zhu Jinglun, a good opportunity to communicate with Xiang Yong before the final battle.
Hurd accompanied Zhu Jinglun all the way and kept telling him some questions, telling him to pay attention to the information of Xiang Yong, including the number of fortifications in Parkes and two other British soldiers. Instead, he finally asked them that they did not care whether Parkes and others cared about the representative significance of this person. Lin Fuxiang arrested a British envoy, Xiang Yong abused several British soldiers, and the British-French Coalition forces raided Lin Fuxiang’s stronghold, which was enough to give everyone an account.
The headquarters of the British-French Coalition forces has been set up in front of the temple, and all key areas have been occupied by them, and the temple gate has also been secured.
Walking into the front of the mountain gate is a compound. After the compound, several halls can climb all the way through the back on both sides of the hall.
Zhu Jinglun saw that there were three or five soldiers stationed at the pavilion gate, and their bayonets lit up and they were ready for the battle.
The temple is three-step like living in a unified courtyard, but it is much bigger than the courtyard.
Step by step, there are steps at the foot of the mountain, and the stone road goes all the way to the last hall.
There are four high walls around this hall, and there are four rows of trees, pine, cypress and camphor, and a few bodhisattvas can be seen faintly.
In this courtyard, there are many foreign soldiers coming in and out of the gate wall, and there are many soldiers lurking on both sides of the hall. Some infantry guns are already in place and ready to attack. They are very safe and can bomb the hall at any time.
In addition, Zhu Jinglun also saw a lot of bamboo poles, aides and thatchs piled up at the corner of the compound. Zhu Jinglun knew that there were still gunpowder hidden in these bamboo grasses, but there were more gunpowder in the main hall, and the three main halls were the real decisive battle.
Lin Fuxiang’s original plan was to introduce foreigners into this hall. After the dead ignited gunpowder, there was a secret passage to the outside of the temple. Lin Fuxiang not only brought enough bamboo and wood here by rebuilding the temple, but also dug a secret passage long ago.
However, if there are about 100 foreigners, they may all enter the main hall. Now there are 300 foreigners, and it doesn’t seem like they like to flock to the battlefield. Even if they attack the main hall, they will exclude a few soldiers, and most of them will probably cooperate outside the main hall.
To put it mildly, Lin Fuxiang has seen China take on thousands of soldiers, but the British and French allied forces fought in the army at the end of the last century. It is said that in recent years, the British fought Persia the year before last, Afghanistan last year and China and India this year, not to mention countless colonial wars. People’s fighting experience is far better than that of the Qing army. I don’t know how much.
Hurd sent Zhu Jinglun to the compound, and the replacement was finished. He watched Zhu Jinglun go in and suddenly felt some sympathy.
"Mr Zhu!"
Zhu jinglun turns back
Hurd said, "Take care"
Zhu Jinglun nodded slightly, with a face of determination.
In fact, Hurd didn’t know why Zhu Jinglun volunteered, but when he went to translate the camp, he felt that Zhu Jinglun would definitely come out. This feeling made him feel strange. Because of reason, he couldn’t find Zhu Jinglun’s motivation to take risks at all.
This vague sixth sense made him not very comfortable and somewhat uneasy.
Watched Zhu Jinglun had walked the steps of the hall and finally got up in front of the gate and shouted something inside.
Hurd added in his heart, "Take care! May the emperor bless you! "
The hall door opened and Zhu Jinglun went in.
"I’m Zhu Jinglun. Do you know me?"
When Zhu Jinglun walked in, he immediately showed his identity. He was afraid that if he didn’t show his identity, he would be beaten by these rural brave people. Maybe they really had the heart to deceive people and come in to kill them. Because these people are all dead people in Lin Fuxiang’s mouth, they just introduced the enemy into this hall. If they can’t escape, they must be prepared for mutual destruction.
"It’s Mr. Zhu!"
A sound of surprise proved to be a decisive battle between the dead and the dead, but it could still show surprise, but the sound was a little immature, perhaps it was the fear of the ignorant.
"And you are?"
My eyes adapted to the dim light in the closed hall, and I saw a 14-or 15-year-old teenager, Zhu Jinglun, who felt very strange. Everyone else was as old as this teenager and didn’t even fight, not even a beard.
The boy said, "My name is Lin Guaci. I went to town with Brother Lin to meet my husband."
Zhu Jinglun has no impression that the name Lingua may be Lin Fuxiang’s kinsman, but the name is not a cultural person. It is likely to be a poor distant relative.
Zhu Jinglun nodded. "Listen to me when you see me. There are 300 foreigners coming. There are 200 people outside the courtyard. The best we can do is to introduce these 200 people here. Are you ready for gunpowder?"
Zhu Jinglun looked around as he asked. These young people, Xiang Yong, had no awareness of prevention. They didn’t stop Zhu Jinglun from looking around, so they immediately regarded Zhu Jinglun as one of their own. I’m afraid they really had cannon fodder in Lin Fuxiang’s hand.
In the middle of the hall, there is a statue with a dark face. Zhu Jinglun is very familiar with the temple that was separated from Hou Jin and Ma Laosan. This is the temple. At that time, the temple looked very broken. Many walls were either collapsed or destroyed. Now the walls in the hall seem to have been renovated, and the wooden beams and columns were all decorated with curtains and curtains. Obviously, these are also painted by Lin Fuxiang specially, and the body is very flammable.
"What about foreigners?"
Zhu Jinglun asked him if he hadn’t seen Parkes. They didn’t know if he had been moved away by Lin Fuxiang long ago.
Lingua pointed to the back of the statue "where is it?"
Zhu Jinglun knew that there was a small place behind the wall behind the idol, which was often a resting place for the monks.
He was not interested in seeing Parkes nodded and then patted Lingua on the shoulder.
Say to these teenagers, "fight if you can, but don’t go as soon as possible. Do you have a secret passage?"
"Behind the idol!"
With that, Lin Gua went to the back and made a cover. The hole was covered with a thick board. It was relatively new. Obviously, it was not long before he saw Zhu Jinglun at Midaokou. He was worried that Lin Fuxiang’s heart was black and he didn’t leave these people alive.
Hurd waited until Zhu Jinglun came out and saw Zhu Jinglun shake his head.
"The other side refused to surrender, and they asked them to withdraw their troops."
"How many people are there in the other party?"
"The weapons with less than 100 people are mainly broadswords, spears and bows and arrows, and there are no muskets."
"Mr. Parkes, where are they?"
"Not so good, but it can be seen that they have been treated inhumanely."
The general situation is clear. Hurd is not asking anything. He hurried back to the headquarters to report to the commander in chief.
Zhu Jinglun stopped instead. He was at the gate of the courtyard. He didn’t know what he was going to do. Maybe that’s why he stayed here.
Soon, soldiers rushed into the courtyard and explained to several British soldiers who looked like officers. Soon, the gun rang again. It seems that the British and French Coalition forces are going to storm.
They didn’t have a cannon to blow down the hall, and Parkes was dead.
Play from all sides thinking about the hall gate shooting Zhu Jinglun heart really worried about the children.
When the main entrance of the main hall was riddled with holes, the British and French allied soldiers stopped designing. A team of more than a dozen people bent around and held bayonets and slowly touched the door from both sides. When they kicked the door, they found that there was already one person shouting at once.
More and more soldiers broke in, but most of them were still on guard outside.
Zhu Jinglun followed the past at this time. No soldiers stopped him in the panic, and he also walked into the hall.