Liang Dingbang was shot in his leg and lost too much blood and his lips turned white. His unscrupulous traitor remarks made people angry but thoughtful. The Qing court was corrupt and ruled by foreign races. One of Sun Yat-sen's revolutionary slogans back then was to expel the Tartars and restore China? The people only have hatred and no feelings for this government that exploits their own efforts. Being a "traitor" naturally has no pressure.

"You go, I won't kill you." Liu Yan turned back to the carriage, but raised the whip and put it down. Liang Dingbang had lost his ability to move and was wearing a foreign military uniform. No matter who was discovered, he could not escape death. Anyway, he had saved two foreigners, and he was not short of a traitor.

So, Liang Dingbang was carried to the carriage. Lei Meng had received field medical training. He tore a piece of clothing and bandaged Liang Dingbang's wound with clean cloth strips, and told him to let go every fifteen minutes.

"What is fifteen minutes?" Liang Dingbang was in good physical condition, but he was still not in a coma after being seriously injured, and his mind was clear enough. He didn't understand the concept of minutes. Lei Meng said a stick of incense before he understood.

The small team continued to advance. Liu Yanzhi asked Liang Dingbang about the battle situation. It turned out that the Eight-Nation Alliance had arrived in Tianjin at this time and was heading north along the Beijing-Tianjin Railway. Their British troops arrived on a boat from Weihaiwei. When they disembarked at Dagukou, they also encountered friendly troops from Hong Kong and India. In other words, the British army was mainly composed of patchwork colonial troops and had low combat effectiveness.

The four soldiers in the time travel group had no high academic qualifications, but they had always studied history at junior high school. The Langfang victory in the textbook was probably about to happen, but no one wanted to join in the fun. The ignorant people holding cold weapons shouted invulnerable slogans to attack the foreigners' machine gun positions. This is the scar in the hearts of every Chinese and cannot be revealed.

The Boxers were best at destroying foreign objects. The telephone poles and railway lines between Beijing and Tianjin were destroyed. If the foreigners had to go by land, they would inevitably be blocked by the Qing army and the Boxers. Now is an excellent window of time, and they can rush to Beijing to complete their mission while the chaos is in the process of completing their mission.

When they arrived at the ground of Zhili, it was Zhao Yuchen's world, but just in case, they changed out of their official uniforms, put on casual clothes, made a few red cloth heads, and dressed up as a Boxer Rebellion and headed straight for the capital.

There are only 200 miles from Tianjin to Beijing, and there are smooth official roads all the way. Although I have encountered less than ten armed forces in the boxing people, I have come here without any danger with the local snake Zhao Yuchen.

The next evening, I finally arrived at the capital. From a distance, I saw the majestic and magnificent Yongding Gate, with endless blue-gray walls to the sky. Compared with the small county town, the city in Beijing is like the gap between the imperial building and the small bungalow. Even people who are used to modern metropolis will be impressed by this magnificence.

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

Beijing in the year of the Gengzi was like a huge arena. The Boxers from Shandong and Zhili were athletes. They set up platforms as long as they were slightly open and highlighted. The senior brothers worked hard to perform their invulnerable skills. The low-level tricks such as big stones in their chests, spear tips on their throats, and long swords on their mouths also won rounds of applause.

"You can be invited into the prince's mansion if you are good-looking, even the prince is in the group." Zhao Yuchen said. He, who is a serious and trained man, obviously looks down on these wild ways.

"Look! The body." Zhang Wenbo pointed to the mouth of the alley and said.

Everyone looked over and a corpse was lying deep in the alley, with no face visible, and a pool of blood underneath it.

There were noises of fighting in the roadside shop. Several heroes with braids wrapped around their necks walked out with satin under their armpits. The shopkeeper chased them out and pulled one of them without letting go. The man tried hard to grab the shopkeeper's braids, chopped them down with one knife, cut them off half of their necks, and blood was rising. The man fell down softly and fell down, seeing that it was no longer possible.

Liu Yanzhi jumped out of the carriage. Lei Meng wanted to stop him but he didn't stop him. He saw him chopping melons and vegetables and chopping several boxers who robbed in broad daylight to the ground. He was so scared that he was sweating coldly. But then he thought, what's the matter? Since others can kill people in the street, why can't he?

There was a faint sound of firecrackers coming from the inner city, but when you heard it carefully, it should be gunfire. It was probably the Boxer Rebellion attacking the embassy area of ​​Dongjiaominxiang.

"Everyone, let's leave now. I'll stay in the Zhenwu Escort Agency and say hello if you have something to do." Zhao Yuchen thought that they were all old Beijing and had some confidential matters to be handled, so he didn't take the initiative to send an invitation. He bowed and rode his horse and left straight.

All his eyes were focused on Lei Meng and waited for him to give orders.

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

All the inns in the capital were occupied by the Boxers and turned into large and small main halls. The red envelopes came in and out, showing their aura. There were eight horses and a car in the crossing group. It was too eye-catching in the city and had to turn into an alley.

There is a wall on one side of the alley, and a large door on the other side. The door is open and silent. Liu Yanzhi smelled the smell of blood and drew his knife to go in. After a while, his face looked a little ugly. He asked everyone to go in and take a look.

Everyone entered the second door and was shocked by the cruel scene. The yard was full of corpses, blood flowing like a river. The house was like a hurricane. The cabinet was open and all valuable things were missing. There was a ** woman's body on the bed in the bedroom in the west wing. Next to the woman was a wreckage of a baby, which had been torn into two pieces. The blood had dried up. The murder should have happened yesterday.

Zhang Wenbo vomited on the spot, killing people is another matter, what is the difference between the Boxer Rebellion and the Japanese devils?

Everyone silently put the corpse together and covered it with a quilt. They had no ability to restrain their burials, so they could only do this.

After dealing with this, Liu Yanzhi pulled Lei to the side and said, "I think I'll just treat this place as a temporary base for the time being."

Lei Meng widened his eyes: "Aren't you afraid of haunting?"

"We didn't kill us, just burn more paper money." Liu Yanzhi 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 of the wall. This was a family of thirteen people. It was hot in summer and green-headed flies were buzzing. It would be stinking soon.

"I'll go to Lin Huaiyuan's old Taishan home to deliver letters." Liu Yanzhi said that this was another task for them to come to Beijing.

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

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