Time Traveler

Liang Dingbang was shot in the leg, lost too much blood, and his lips were white. His unscrupulous traitorous remarks made people angry but thoughtful. The Qing court was corrupt and ruled by a foreign race. One of Sun Yat-sen's revolutionary slogans back then was not to expel the Tartarians. , Restoring China? The common people have only hatred and no feelings towards this government that squeezes themselves, and there is no pressure to be a "traitor".

"Let's go, I won't kill you." Liu Yan went straight back to the carriage, but raised his whip and put it down. Liang Dingbang had lost his ability to move and was wearing a foreigner's uniform. No matter who found it, he could not escape to death. Anyway, he was saved. Two foreigners are no less than a traitor.

　　 So Liang Dingbang was carried onto the carriage. Lei Meng was trained in field medical care. He tore off a piece of clothing, bandaged Liang Dingbang's wound with a clean cloth, and asked him to loosen it every fifteen minutes.

　　 "What is fifteen minutes?" Liang Dingbang is in good physique. He has not been unconscious after being seriously injured, and his mind is clear enough. He doesn't understand the concept of minutes. He didn't understand the time when Lei Meng said a stick of incense.

The small team continued to move forward. Liu Yan asked Liang Dingbang about the battle. It turned out that the Eight-Power Allied Forces had arrived in Tianjin and were heading north along the Beijing-Tianjin Railway. The British troops came from Weihaiwei by boat and disembarked at Dagukou. At the time, I also encountered friendly forces from Hong Kong and India. In other words, the British army was mainly composed of patchwork colonial forces, and its combat effectiveness was not high.

The four soldiers in the traversing group are not well-educated, but they have always learned the history of junior high school. The great victory of Langfang in the textbook may be about to happen, but no one wants to join in the fun. The foolish people holding cold weapons shouted slogans of invulnerability. Go to the machine gun positions of foreigners, this is the scar in the heart of every Chinese.

The Boxers are best at destroying foreign objects. The telephone poles and railway lines between Beijing and Tianjin are all destroyed. The large foreigners have to go by land, and they are bound to be blocked by the Qing army and the Boxers. Now is an excellent window of time. Ran to Beijing to complete the task.

　　 When they reached the ground in Zhili, it was Zhao Bichen's world, but just in case, they changed their official uniforms, put on casual clothes, put on a few red cloth heads, and went straight to the capital as a boxer.

　　 There are only two hundred miles from Tianjin to Beijing, and the road is flat and official. Although I have encountered no less than ten boxers, but with the face of the snake Zhao Bichen, all the surprises and no dangers have come.

In the evening of the next day, I finally arrived at the capital. From a distance, I saw the majestic Yongding Gate and the endless green-gray city walls reaching the sky. Compared with the small county town, the city of Beijing is like the gap between the Empire State Building and the small bungalows, even if it is People who are accustomed to seeing modern metropolises will also be deterred by this magnificence.

It was summer, with green trees outside the city, and half of the people on the road were boxers wearing red turbans. The swords and guns were dazzling, and the momentum was fierce. The gate of the city was guarded by the Qing army, but it was useless. No one dared to stop the boxers from checking. The small team entered the city gate, and a huge city appeared in front of them. There were shops on both sides of the road. Although the shops were closed, you can still imagine the prosperity of the past.

The Beijing city in the Gengzi Year was like a huge arena. Boxers from Shandong and Zhili were athletes. As long as it was a little bright spot, the stage was set up. The big brothers worked hard to perform invulnerability. The low-level trick of breaking a boulder in his chest, tipping his throat with a gun, and swallowing a long sword in his mouth also won waves of cheers.

　　 "Anyone who is good-looking can be invited into the palace, and even the prince is in the group." Zhao Bichen said. He, who is from a serious training family, obviously doesn't look down on these wild roads.

　　 "Look! Corpse." Zhang Wenbo pointed to the alley and said.

　　 Everyone looked over, and a corpse fell in the depths of the alley, with no face in sight, and a pool of blood.

There were fighting and noisy sounds from the roadside shop. Several heroes with braids wrapped around their necks came out with silk and satin under their armpits, talking and laughing, and the shopkeeper chased it out, dragging one of them and not letting go. The man worked hard and grabbed the shopkeeper. The pigtails were chopped off with a knife, and the neck was chopped off in half. The blood suddenly burst, and the person collapsed and collapsed.

Liu Yan jumped straight out of the carriage. Lei Meng wanted to stop him. He watched him chop melons and vegetables and chopped a few boxers who had robbed in broad daylight to the ground. He was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat, but then he thought about it. What kind of thing is this? Since others can kill people in the street, why can't you?

　　 There was a faint sound of firecrackers coming from the inner city, but if you listened carefully, it should be gunshots, probably because the Boxers were attacking the embassy area in Dongjiaomin Lane.

"Everyone, don’t pass this time, I’ll live in the Zhenwu Escort and say hello if I have something to do." Zhao Bichen thought that they were all in old Beijing and had confidential things to do, so he didn’t take the liberty of sending out an invitation. The horse went straight.

　　 All eyes were on Lei Meng, waiting for his order.

　　 "Find a hotel to stay." Lei Meng said.

All the inns in the capital were occupied by the Boxers and turned into big and small altars. The red envelope heads came in and out, showing their air. There were eight horses and a car in the crossing group. They were too glaring in the city and had to be turned. Enter an alley.

　　 Hu was surrounded by a wall on the same side, and a door on the other side. The door was open and silent. Liu Yan smelled blood and went in with a knife. After a while, he came out with an ugly face. He asked everyone to go in and have a look.

Everyone entered the second door and was shocked by the cruel scenes. The yard was full of dead bodies~www.wuxiaspot.com~ blood was flowing into the river, the house was like a hurricane, the door was open, the valuables were missing, the west wing There is a woman's body on the bed in the bedroom. Next to the woman is the remains of a baby, which has been torn into two pieces. The blood has dried up. The murder should have happened yesterday.

　　 Zhang Wenbo vomited on the spot, killing people and killing people, but torture is another matter. What is the difference between the tyrannical behavior of the Boxers and the Japanese devils.

　　 The people grouped the corpse into one place silently and covered it with a quilt. They had no ability to constrain and bury, and they could only do this.

　　 After dealing with this, Liu Yan pulled Lei aside and said, "I think I will use this as a temporary base for the time being."

　　 Lei's eyes widened sharply: "Aren't you afraid of haunting?"

　　 "We didn't kill it, let's burn more paper money." Liu Yan didn't care.

　　 "I still feel that there is a shadow in my mind." Lei Meng looked at the row of remains in the corner. This is a family of 13 people, young and old. The summer is hot and the blue-headed flies are buzzing and smelly.

　　 "I'm going to Lin Huaiyuan to deliver a letter at the old Taishan's house." Liu Yan said bluntly, this is also another task for them to come to Beijing.

　　 "Go, let's bury these unlucky ghosts." Lei Meng took out a handful of iron shovel and began to plan the bricks in the yard.

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　　 Sorry, I can’t write, only two thousand words

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