The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 852: Chang Geng Division

Riding away on horseback was not as easy as Roland had imagined—first of all, he didn’t know how to ride a horse, and he had never thought about learning.

Although many people, including Shandel, James Jones, Fernandez, Enid, and even Randolph, had advised him that a true gentleman and man could not be ignorant of riding:

However, he would rather stay at home during his rest time, roll himself up tightly and take a nap in front of the fireplace than find a teacher and work himself into a sweat.

and so.

The gentleman from London, the executor of the court who specialized in burning people, was about to put his arm around someone's waist and sit in the back like a girl - Rose was happy to do this job, and she was glad that she had learned horse riding under the urging of Shelley and old Tom, so that she could take Roland with her.

"Just sit still, hold your legs against your stomach, hug my waist tightly, and close your eyes."

The girl, who thought she was an excellent rider, was very proud and taught him riding skills on the spot. However, Christine never left Rose - for her, Rose was the only one who could be relied on because she had helped her.

Normally, she should choose to rely on Roland.

But who told this man to talk to the horse for ten minutes and force it to eat tree bark...

Christine really didn't want to get close to this 'freak' - she was more or less aware of what the Tribunal was.

"…Miss."

The woman begged humbly, "Can I ride with you?"

Rose's eyebrows tightened, but before she could refuse, someone agreed for her.

"Of course. Our Miss Vansittart loves to help the weak... right?" Cinder smiled and pulled Roland over, leading him to the sad-looking chestnut horse.

"Halida, you and Yolanda go together, and Rose will take Mrs. Christine. We need to set off as soon as possible."

Shandel pulled the reins and jumped onto the horse, his movements were so smooth that Roland was surprised.

——It was at this moment that Rose finally understood why Cinder had been hesitating between three horses for a long time and insisted on choosing the only side saddle.

Riding sideways means that the person behind her has to hold her in arms.

Shandel Kratov.

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The chaos caused by the rebellion was countless times more serious than Yolanda had imagined.

When they left, the port became a living hell: a hell for 'non-colored people'.

This group of snow children, who thought they were as pure as ice and snow with light blue blood flowing in their veins, were melted by flames one after another until pus oozed out of their bodies.

They first acted tough, then begged for mercy; first used imperial intimidation, then tried bribery with gold pounds.

'I will not allow anyone to insult me, my wife, my children.'

He was answered by the sound of gunfire.

'I can overlook the harm you have done to my wife... I need to speak to your leader.'

The answer to his question was still the sound of gunfire.

'Please.'

Still the sound of gunfire.

When all social methods returned to their primitive state, those who were once high and mighty discovered that the expensive tall silk hat that was made by three female workers working non-stop for five consecutive days and nights was no more valuable than a dagger.

At least it can't save lives.

then.

The war became more and more corrupt.

This premeditated rebellion took over the port, soldiers and officials who gave orders at the fastest speed.

Including Dai Ruzhong, all those who were involved with foreigners and the imperial court, those who held the whip and dropped the stirrups, any living person who was stained with these "dirty things" would never see the sun the next day.

The manor built specifically for merchants was burned to the ground.

They, with their heads, were hung at the harbor, directly facing the flagpoles that greeted every merchant ship, swaying in the wind like the copper coin whips hanging from the waists of some mysterious fortune tellers.

Their bodies were piled in front of Dai Ruzhong's residence.

For men, women, children, and even babies.

When the disheveled burly man wiped the last neck, it announced that the massacre was officially over.

The woman who had retracted the awl dart walked around the baby's remains, her face looking somewhat ugly in the firelight.

"Brother Tiger."

She called out in a low voice.

“There are too many children.”

The man didn't say anything. He just put away the knife and turned around to give a few instructions.

"Kill them all if you want." His voice sounded like a buffalo that had been whipped too much. You could tell at first glance that this was not the fate of the farmland.

The woman pursed her lips and sighed inwardly.

"Little sister, don't forget how your father died," Feng Hu raised his hand and patted her shoulder, "Kill him, just kill him to the end..."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the ant colony that belonged to them.

Fire shot into the sky.

"Once the situation here spreads to Nandu, I'm afraid it will really be..."

the woman said softly.

"Afraid of what?"

Feng Hu snorted coldly.

"The iron ship can't sail to the shore, can't sail to the alleys of Nandu, can't sail to the imperial court - they are all ballless, and once they get to the shore, let's see who is clean..."

The woman was silent.

This was their original purpose.

Foreigners want to negotiate?

Kill a batch first.

Do you want to talk more?

Don't worry.

Kill and talk at the same time.

If they saw a white pig every day, they would kill it that day; if they saw it every year, they would kill it every year.

Either they all die, or the white pigs all die.

"Brother said that concessions are a slow poison, just like tobacco paste. If we really do it, sign it, and withdraw it, we'll see, they will definitely push their limits..." Feng Hu turned his back to her and said in a muffled voice, "'A country within a country is not a country' - what brother said is absolutely correct."

Of course women understand.

It would be more accurate to say that she was influenced by Feng Hu rather than following him, and acted according to his will and ideals.

something.

She was even clearer than Feng Hu.

I also naturally understand that the plan of "massacre" is not actually about "massacre"...

My lord.

The price you paid was too high.

"It's time to withdraw."

Feng Hu glanced at the sky, looked around for a long time, and took out a blood-stained pocket watch from his pocket, muttering:

"This damn thing still works well..."

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This group of well-trained, brutal and brutal rebels who strictly obeyed orders was not caught with a single word.

They could brutally torture women and use knives on babies, but they could also quickly assemble and evacuate quietly after receiving orders. When dawn came, the officers and soldiers and a group of people in white robes arrived, they saw only a burnt ruin and a lifeless land.

And the smell of blood was so strong that it made the veterans feel uncomfortable.

Very few yellows were killed.

Most of them stayed in the manor that night, both women and servants running errands for the foreigners.

The village where Roland had stayed was not affected too much, and the women and children all survived - as expected, they were interrogated by the two groups of people who arrived one after another.

The good news is that apart from selecting a few fairly iconic enjoyments, the officers and soldiers did not have too much trouble.

The bad news is that the second group of white-robed men were not interested.

"Chang Geng Si."

The tall and thin man in the lead took out a token.

On his waist hung a long, narrow scimitar in a black sheath, and behind him were people carrying or carrying their own peculiar weapons: hammers, swords, or bows.

Of course the women knew what Changgengsi was.

Their husbands were taken away by these people in white robes and never returned.

(End of this chapter)