I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 377 Resistance

The next morning, the conflict that had lasted for thirty years broke out again.

There is a piece of information circulating in the local hidden world of the Qajar Dynasty. It is said that the unknown fire that broke out in the suburbs of Shiraz at noon yesterday was an attack on a stronghold of the tomb guardians, and the attackers were in the greedy and insatiable place. Great Britain.

It is said that an old nobleman in Great Britain discovered the true location of the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings and the vast treasures inside it in a secret history. Now he is working hard to return the treasures hidden in the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings. Own it for yourself.

The source of this news was originally uncertain, and its authenticity is questionable.

But then the tomb-keepers, who had never been involved in worldly affairs, spoke up in a rare move, saying bluntly that weapons produced in Great Britain were found at the explosion site, and the smell could be directly traced to the depths of the vault of the Bank of Great Britain.

Therefore, the tomb guardians have officially declared war on Great Britain, and any unscrupulous person who dares to disturb the peaceful sleep of the Shadowless Kings will surely pay a heavy price! ! !

The moment the first ray of dawn shone down, the Bank of Great Britain was already invaded by the blasters of the Tomb Guards Cavalry.

All the blood-stained money looted from the Qajar dynasty in Great Britain has been lost, and this criminal money has been distributed together with flintlock muskets to the hands of poor people in every household.

The tombkeepers gave them wealth and the power to protect it.

At this point, the contradiction between the two sides has further expanded and shifted. Now it is not only the dispute between the British army and the tomb guardians, but also the people who harvest the wealth and weapons that fell from the sky are also included in the scope of the dispute.

But the slave's character has been engraved in the hearts of these ignorant mortals for too long, and servility has been deeply imprinted into their bones.

Facing the British soldiers who viciously came to collect the lost wealth from the bank, these skinny local poor people had no choice but to kneel down on the ground with a forced smile, hold up the money and weapons in their hands, and hand them back to the noble British master!

But, but!

There are always people who are unwilling to continue to be groveling slaves, but there are always people who are willing to stand up and blow the horn of resistance!

Little Kafu was only sixteen years old. His parents died in his early years. He was raised by his grandfather who had participated in the war between Great Britain and the Qajar Dynasty. Therefore, he grew up with bad news about the British army since he was a child. It is the poor who should have the clearest understanding of the strength of the British army.

But when he witnessed his dependent grandfather being hit hard on the head with a rifle butt by a British soldier who forced his way in, his old and wrinkled face seemed to turn gray and bloodless at that moment.

Little Kraft, he was angry.

Following his grandfather's teachings over the years, he picked up the kitchen knife and stepped forward to chop the laughing British soldier on the back of his head. Blood immediately spurted out from the man's light brown head and splashed across Little Kraft's face.

Little Kraft, who was covered in blood, was unwilling to stop there. He grabbed the musket from the dying soldier's hand, pointed it at the bloody back of the soldier's head and pulled the trigger.

The banging sound not only woke up other British soldiers in the surrounding area who were looking for money, but also woke up other people of the Qajar dynasty who were unwilling to be slaves.

Little Kaf raised his musket high, looked up to the sky and roared: "This is the wealth that Allah has given us, and this is the power that Allah has given me!"

“No one is allowed to take away the divine gifts of Allah!” “The people of Allah will never be slaves!!!”

These three simple words seem to contain the magic power that touches people's hearts. The belief buried deep in the heart to numb the self seems to burst out with unprecedented brilliance at this moment.

The shoulders of the poor neighbors who were kneeling on the ground in panic trembled violently. They tremblingly held the weapons given to them by Allah and pulled the triggers on the evil pagan soldiers of Great Britain!

Since little Kraft fired the first shot of resistance, gunshots of resistance have been heard one after another.

The overconfident British soldiers obviously did not allocate enough manpower to recover money and weapons. They never imagined that this group of slaves would have the courage to resist them!

He never thought that a little boy of only sixteen years old would have such professional military talents, and he quickly organized a resistance team to fight against them.

Why have they never heard that there is such a real fighter hidden in this slum? Who is the unknown old Kraft? He can actually cultivate a hero like little Kraft.

A poor man who was shot to death in the resistance battle fell down unwillingly, but before he died, he looked at the figures of his compatriots rising to resist and smiled from the bottom of his heart. Suddenly, he had an undue doubt. But something suddenly came to his mind... Didn't he remember old Kraft as a lonely old man living alone? It's impossible for him to have a grandson called Little Kraft? ! ! !

The secret about the origin of Little Kraft was eventually buried under the bleeding soil of history with the 'accidental' sacrifice of all the neighbors on the same street in the slum.

[Historical records of the Qajar Dynasty - On that day, Mr. Kraft brazenly launched a revolution of resistance, leading a group of compatriots to attack the evil British pagan Governor's Palace, vowing to spit out these greedy vampires in our sacred land Looted wealth. 】

[Mr. Kraft regretfully died in the siege of the Governor's Palace of Great Britain, but his name will forever be engraved on the monument of our resistance heroes, just like the hero who resisted in the epic of the king's history written by the great poet Firdous. Like Kraft, the hero of the cruel snake king Zahak, the deeds of little Mr. Kraft will continue to inspire us to resist and fight! 】

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By sunset, the struggle in Shiraz had entered the next stage. After losing the leadership of the wise and powerful Mr. Kraft, the remaining rebels were leaderless and were soon defeated by the British army that counterattacked.

But even if this resistance has failed, the seeds of resistance have been deeply buried in the hearts of the people of the Qajar Dynasty.

They know that one day they will once again raise the flag of resistance and launch a fierce attack on the evil British pagans. Even if the price of freedom is to pay for their lives, they are willing to go to pieces and launch a suicidal attack!

They recalled Mr. Kraft's teachings before his death, and determined to tie bombs under their clothes, sacrifice their lives, and ignite the fire of freedom!

Let us purify these evil infidels with the radiant flames of life! ! !

Praise the great Allah! Allah is Greatest! Allah is Greatest!

Allahu Akbar! ! !

(End of this chapter)