Liu Yanzhi came out of the office and saw three comrades standing in the corridor, namely the instructor Lei Meng, Zhang Wenbo, and Guo Yuhang, No. 14. This is also the strongest four-person combination in the team. The last time he returned to the United States, they were the four of them, but Lei Meng was stopped at the customs. No. 8 and No. 14 died before they could succeed. If the Party and Patriotic countries had reversed the process, these two people would not have stood here.

Professor Dang wanted to meet each person who was performing a time travel mission alone, cheer them up and mobilize them before the war. Each of the four team members had ten minutes. After the end, another person came late. At the age of thirty-seven or eight, he wore a pair of thick glasses, unkempt and slightly dull.

"I'll introduce you to me. This is my colleague, a lecturer in the History Department of Jiangda and a master of modern history. Mr. Zhou Jiarui is also your historical guide for this trip." Dang Paiguo said to everyone, "Teacher Zhou is a master of history, and the industry has the praise of "Qingnihilation". You must listen to his opinions more so that you can avoid unnecessary trouble."

Zhou Jiarui bowed to everyone politely: "I am just a weak scholar, I hope everyone will take care of you."

Everyone shook hands with him one by one, and the first impression of this nerd was pretty good.

Dang Aiguo said: "Time is tight and the task is heavy. You can talk to me when you are there. Now I will explain the precautions to you. Don't blame me for talking about it all the time, because this is very important. You must say important things three times. Don't interfere, affect, or hinder the progress of history."

Liu Yanzhi raised his hand and said, "But isn't our purpose to influence history?"

Dang Paiguo was speechless when he asked him for a while, and he coughed twice: "We want to influence the history of a certain family, not the historical direction of the entire country. For specific reasons, you should follow Teacher Zhou's opinions."

The time travel time is set tonight, and the five people began to prepare their luggage. According to the plan, the five-person group was centered on Zhou Jiarui. He dressed up as a rich man, Lei Meng dressed up as a housekeeper, and the other three people always followed him, disguised himself as a dressmaker and rushed straight to Beijing from Omi, trying to kill George Cunningham in the chaos.

The leader must be clear in the group to ensure the smooth progress of the task. The Party Patriotic Republic of China designated Lei Meng as the commander. After all, he was a soldier and had the experience of commanding the team to fight. If Lei Meng died, then Liu Yan directly commanded the order.

No one has any objection to this distribution.

The task was very difficult because I only knew that Captain Cunningham had participated in the Boxer Incident, but I didn't know the number of his troops and the specific time of his entry into Beijing. Moreover, even if I knew, it was not easy to kill a captain officer during the war.

Like last time, Dang Patriotic gave them a month, because the maximum recycling time that time travel technology can control is only one month. Within this month, if a five-person team cannot complete the task, they will face a choice, either stay to continue the task or return in vain.

The supplies prepared for them were very sufficient. Each person had a set of clothing from the late Qing Dynasty and two sets of changing laundry. They were fabrics and cutting techniques that experts had verified. They were meticulous and strictly respected history. The funds were a box of silver dollars and silver ingots, and several strings of artificial breeding pearls that were not very valuable. In terms of weapons, Zhou Jiarui, as the master, was equipped with a Longquan sword and the butler Lei Meng was equipped with a waist knife. This was on the surface, and there were five pistols in secret, including four of them Colt revolver and a modified Mauser C96 pistol, which could be fully automatic in succession. This most powerful gun was used by Liu Yanzhi.

In the evening, the Bilian minibus carrying a crossing team drove into Cuiwei Mountain. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the autumn wind was rustling. Zhou Jiarui couldn't help but be excited and immediately wrote a poem. Everyone was in a good mood. Lei Meng smiled and said, "Poet, why do others call you Qingchi?"

Zhou Jiarui said: "I'm so obsessed with studying history. I'm almost four people, I don't even have a girlfriend. All my time is spent studying history, especially in the late Qing Dynasty. I've been wondering why the modern history of the Chinese nation is full of suffering. This turning point is in the late Qing Dynasty. We have countless opportunities to change, but we missed it every time. Without the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the national strength of the Qing Dynasty would not have declined rapidly. Without the Gengzi Change, China's sovereignty would not have completely lost..."

Guo Yuhang said: "Teacher Zhou, according to your opinion, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is not a good person anymore?"

Zhou Jiarui said seriously: "It's just a group of cultists, which is even better than the Qing Dynasty rulers."

Zhang Wenbo said: "What about the Boxer Rebellion?"

Zhou Jiarui scoffed: "A more evil cult."

The car was filled with pleasant laughter.

The entire Cuiwei Mountain is the territory of the Antai Consortium. There is a barbed wire fence at the foot of the mountain and a big sign "Cuiwei Mountain Wildlife Breeding Base" is erected. This is a trick to hide people's attention. In fact, the mountains are under construction, and the organized electronic colliders and supercomputer laboratories are all set up here.

There is a brand new building on the top of the mountain. This is the newly completed journey departure platform. The journey cabin is ready. After a group of five people arrived, they checked their equipment again and entered the cabin, sat down one after another, and quietly waited for that moment to come.

Dang Aiguo personally turned on the power supply, and a white light flashed, and the five people in the cabin and their luggage disappeared.

...

Lei Meng opened the hatch cover and looked out. The air was fresh and the drizzle was drizzling. The surrounding scenery was obviously not in the era he was familiar with.

The five people left the crossing cabin and looked at each other, laughing. They had returned to history, with no sense of incongruity between big braids and mahogany jackets and cloth shoes.

Zhou Jiarui took a deep breath of air, as if intoxicated: "Qing Dynasty, I'm here."

Lei Meng said: "Poet, stop being sour, hurry up and set off. It's dozens of miles to Ori Prefecture."

Zhou Jiarui said: "What are you calling me?"

Lei Meng was stunned and then said respectfully: "Yes, lord."

Everyone laughed, and they did the whole show, and everyone got into their own roles. Zhang Wenbo and Guo Yuhang carried the shoulder pole, and Liu Yanzhi was driving the way forward, and thunder held the oil paper umbrella and accompanied the master to slowly go down the mountain.

Cuiwei Mountain is a wild mountain these days, with no roads at all. The dense bushes block the way down the mountain. It is entirely up to Liu Yanzhi to whirl his knife in front of him. The high-carbon steel Qing-style waist knife cuts up the branches as refreshing as cutting melons and vegetables.

The rain is still falling, it is the drizzle of spring, drizzling, and the green mountains are green. Looking at the mountains from afar, the white mist is awesome, and the walls of Ori River Mansion dozens of miles away are vivid in my mind.

Zhou Jiarui shook off the folding fan, pushed away the thunder and helped him, walked to the cliff and looked at the city in the distance, and his lips began to tremble: "Really! It's really true. I returned to the Qing Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty!"

Lei Meng said: "Master, go back to the city and let you see enough. We have enough money to bring, and we can also go to Yihongyuan to have fun. Let's see what the fallen people in the Qing Dynasty are."

As he said that, he laughed at Zhang Wenbo and others.

Zhou Jiarui put away the folding fan and smiled at Lei Meng: "Butler, you really can't spit out the elephant in your mouth..."

Before he finished speaking, the stone under Mr. Zhou's feet suddenly loosened. He was unstable and a backward green onion slipped down.

Everyone hurried forward to rescue him. There was no time when they saw Zhou Jiarui rolling down the steep slope. Although some bushes and bushes slightly slowed down the rolling down halfway, they could not save his life.

Lei Meng was stunned, Zhang Wenbo and Guo Yuhang also looked at each other. Historical guidance was dead, how could the mission be carried out?

Liu Yan jumped down the mountain. He was as quick as a monkey, able to fly over the eaves and walk on the walls, and steep slopes were like walking on flat ground. In a blink of an eye, he went down to the foot of the mountain and came to Zhou Jiarui.

Teacher Zhou was covered in bruises, his silk robe was scratched by thorns and turned into a ragged shirt. His melon-skin hat was gone. His face was covered with blood marks. He tried his pulse and it was very weak.

"Old Zhou." Liu Yan shook his body without reaction.

Looking up, Lei Meng and others were gone. They probably took a shortcut to go down the mountain to meet. Liu Yanzhi checked Zhou Jiarui's limbs again, there was a sign of fracture in his right leg and a big bump hit on his head, which could not rule out the possibility of cerebral hemorrhage.

Liu Yanzhi did not dare to act rashly. While waiting in place, he cut a few pieces of bamboo with a knife and tied a simple stretcher. After Lei Meng waited for others to come down, he moved Zhou Jiarui onto the stretcher, took out the compass and a hand-painted map, identified the direction, and headed towards Orie Prefecture.

The most urgent task is to save Zhou Jiarui's life. Without this historical guidance, the next step of work cannot be carried out.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the four of them were all wet, but they still insisted on moving forward. The road at the foot of the mountain was muddy, and the cloth shoes with a thousand-layer bottom were filled with mud. It was difficult to take every step.

There was a quaint building in front of me. Liu Yanzhi wiped the rain on his face and said, "There is a temple in front of me."

Lei Meng kept holding an umbrella to shelter Zhou Jiarui from the wind and rain. He was the commander of the time travel team, and he would have to decide whether to shelter from the rain.

"Speed ​​up and go shelter from the rain." Lei Meng ordered.

Zhang Wenbo and Guo Yuhang carried the stretcher and accelerated their pace.

A quarter of an hour later, the team arrived outside the Guandi Temple. This was an unattended temple with only one room. There was a mule cart parked outside the door. A short-striking man stood at the door and looked at them vigilantly. A knife was hanging around his waist.

"Give it a minute," said Liu Yanzhi, "We have wounded."

"Go elsewhere, our lady is sheltering from the rain." The man shouted. Oe's accent was very strong, somewhat like the moldy dialect of the grandmother at home.

"Is the temple opened by your house?" Liu Yan rushed forward.

The man held the handle of the knife with his hand and emphasized his tone: "There is the inner servant of the prefect!"

Originally, Liu Yanzhi was ready to draw his sword. When he heard the word "Prince", he immediately changed his mind and took out an eagle from his arms and handed it over: "Brother, please make peace. Our master fell from the mountain and was seriously injured. If he was wet from the rain, he would be afraid that his life would be difficult to save."

The man picked up Yingyang, looked at the person on the stretcher, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go and report it."

After a while, the man came out of the temple and bowed: "Our lady invites you to come in and shelter from the rain."

"I'm upset." Liu Yanzhi bowed and bowed.

Lei Meng cast a complimentary look at him, and with a wave of his hand, the two team members carried the unconscious Teacher Zhou into Guandi Temple.

The magistrate's inner servants had moved to the side of the temple and gave half of the space to them. Liu Yanzhi bowed to thank him again, but saw a familiar face.

Eyebrows swept away and her bright eyes are like water. Isn’t that Zhen Yue?

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Chapter completed!