those years of rebirth

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Wang Hengxiao was sent here because the old horse attached great importance to Anthony's research before, just as the old horse attached great importance to Hill.After being sent here, Eileen didn't care anymore, the situation in the United States is so turbulent at this time, naturally no one will pay attention, maybe even only a few people know that Wang Hengxiao has been caught.

However, at this time, he knew that he couldn't do anything, so he could only be imprisoned temporarily.

When Chris came here, he received a special order to take good care of a young prisoner named Wang Hengxiao. The prisoner from China who had just been imprisoned was sent to the New York Prison to take care of him personally.

In Chris' view, this is an incredible task, let the army run the prison?

But after hearing that Wang Hengxiao was related to Niger in Africa, Chris immediately agreed, and they were originally stationed in the port outside New York.

A dozen prisoners closest to the ground were escorted out, and the soldiers with live ammunition were always on guard. This was their instinct, although they didn't believe what these old-looking prisoners could do under their noses.

Indeed, Chris felt that these people were weak and old.

More than a dozen people had gray hair that hadn't been trimmed for a long time, and it fell on the shoulders, wearing tattered prison uniforms, with handshackles on their wrists and ankles, and they slammed when they walked.

As if returning to the time when the prisoners were escorted back in ancient times, Chris frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "These people seem to die at any time. If they die on my warship, I will not be responsible."

Anthony, who has been standing by the side, said lightly: "In fact, General Chris, when I took over here ten years ago, they were like this. Some people say that they have been imprisoned in this prison for at least 50 years. The longest is this prison. When the prison was first built, they were detained there."

year 100? ? ?

Chris knows that this prison has a history of 100 years. It was rebuilt from the manor of a British nobleman. It is said that it was called a forbidden area at that time.

"Year 100?"

Chris shook his head with a smile and said, "I won't believe it, no one will believe it."

Anthony shrugged. In fact, he himself doubted this statement, but the following circumstances made him have to believe that it might be true.

The dozen or so prisoners who were the first to come out had just come out, and they couldn't bear the glare of the sun. Since they were imprisoned, they had been underground. They had never received sunlight, and their skin was as pale as paper.

The two in front fainted directly.

The faces of these people can't be seen clearly, but judging by the skin color, it seems that they are all white people. If the influence of long-term lack of light is excluded, it is impossible to judge who these people are.

"Name, age, crime!"

A few soldiers were registering everyone's information, because Anthony didn't have any of these information. When he took over here, it was blank. Because no one paid attention to it for a long time, it was thrown to him to study the potential of the human body.

Over the past ten years, Anthony has made some research results, but only he and Holmansky know what kind of secrets these people hold.

They have been trying to copy, but can not succeed.

The reason why Elena agreed to hand over Wang Hengxiao to them was because they promised that their research might make a breakthrough on Wang Hengxiao, and maybe they could save Hill by then.

Although she didn't believe it, Elena handed Wang Hengxiao to them with a glimmer of hope, hoping to save Master Hill.

just now!

Wang Hengxiao had just arrived and was about to be transferred, and it was obvious that the top management in the United States paid close attention to this person, and no one could relax their attention on him. Anthony knew that their plan might not be implemented.

Ragged and unkempt prisoners came out from below, all wearing handshakes and fetters. Slowly, the lower the prisoners, the more depressed their mental state was, but they did not show any discomfort with the sunlight outside.

At the end!

Recording the names, Chris knew that these were basically Asians, mostly Chinese and Japanese, as well as Indians, as well as indigenous peoples from South and North America.

There are not some people who are familiar with Asian history, martial arts, and even the truth about the transformation of war. Otherwise, the names of some people will definitely shock them.

Keno Tokugawa, Japan!

Mohammad Gandhi, India! !

Li Shucheng, China!

Guo Fei, China!

……

At this time, the more than 40 people who came out were separately guarded and held aside, waiting for all to come out, and then escorted to the warship together.

More than 40 people were silent, no one spoke, and they did not speak to each other. Most of them closed their eyes and meditated.

The last thing to roll out were four metal cages.

The first one was dressed in black, sitting motionless in the cage, but was a strange old man with silver and white inches, his eyes were closed, even if he moved the iron cage, he didn't wake him up.

"What is his name, where is he from, what crime did he commit?"

The old man slowly opened his eyes, looked up at the sun, and said calmly: "Old man, I can still see the sun in my lifetime, hehe..."

It was spoken in the Central Plains dialect of China, and the soldier who recorded it couldn't understand, so he was about to ask.

The old man glanced around, his lips trembling, and said in a deep voice: "Yang Dingtian, I am Chinese."

The soldiers understood this sentence, and immediately wrote that Yang Dingtian was from China, and the crime was written as espionage.Nobody cares about that anyway.

The second cage is a long-haired old man in a robe, the silvery white of the shawl is like a touch of silver light, and his wrinkled face is full of fortitude.

"Hattori congratulations, Japanese!"

The old man said lightly, speaking authentic Chinese, and glanced at Yang Dingtian next to him, the other two cages next to him, and the prisoners controlled by the army not far away.

The recording soldier wrote it down and didn't ask again, because he felt heart palpitations facing the silver-haired old man. He looked at the third cage. These were the last few prisoners. After recording, he could set off. He was eager to complete the task.

"Patna Gandhi! Indian!"

The one in the third cage was an old man who looked like dry wood, his skin was clinging to his bones, and he felt scared just looking at it, like a mummy in a movie.

The recording soldier didn't dare to speak, so he hurriedly wrote it down and looked at the fourth cage, which made him heave a sigh of relief. There was finally a normal person in this cage.

"Wang Hengxiao, Chinese!"

Wang Hengxiao said his name and nationality without waiting for the soldiers to ask.

At the same time, the people around cast amazed gazes, especially Yang Dingtian, Hattori He, and Patna in the other three cages.

Obviously, none of them had any impression of Wang Hengxiao.

However, is it a simple person who can enjoy such treatment? ? ?

They all just looked at Wang Hengxiao, then closed their eyes and rested their minds, as if they were preparing for something.

"Okay, general, everything is recorded, we can go."

The soldier reports to Chris.

Chris nodded, picked up an old book he just found in a room in the prison, and flipped through it. It seemed to be the diary of the first warden. He took a deep look at Wang Hengxiao, and said in a deep voice: " All escorted to the warship, we set off for New York."

This diary has a lot of Russian and Arabic. Chris can't read it, so he can only close it and take it back to find time to read it again.

A group of researchers, including Anthony and Holmansky, also left, but they took another ship to go to another place to see if they could join other research institutes for new research. If not, they would be dismissed. dismiss.

bang... bang...

A group of prisoners boarded the steel battleship. The prisoners who stepped on the battleship all looked around curiously, and some of them squatted down to caress the deck of the battleship carefully, showing incredible expressions.

The four of Wang Hengxiao were still in the cage. This was Anthony's last request, and Chris agreed.Anthony asked that the bottom four people must be transported in a cage to avoid accidents.

At this time, a group of soldiers brought the cage onto the ship, and they all complained.

"Is it necessary to use cages to transport prisoners in our territory? This is the practice of the Middle Ages."

Some soldiers complained so, they are confident that on their warships, no one can resist their dominion, this is their territory.

"Young man, you are only 16 years old this year, but you have stepped into such a realm, proficient in various internal methods, and innovative. You really have educated people for a hundred years and created a generation of wizards!"

Yang Dingtian suddenly said something to Wang Hengxiao at this time, with undisguised appreciation in his eyes.

Being able to tell Wang Hengxiao's age at a glance, as well as the state of Qi and blood in his body, can be said to be a real expert, and his state is no worse than Wang Hengxiao's.

Wang Hengxiao is a little curious. The people here are not simple. Some of them understand the origin of the name of the Prison of God, but why does the United States let it go?

Moreover, he had hardly heard the names of these people, perhaps people of that era knew them.

"Who is the senior?"

Wang Hengxiao asked curiously.

"You may not know my name, but you may know my father's name."

Yang Dingtian looked at the cannons on the deck, the busy sailors, and the surrounding warships, and said calmly: "Back then, these people attacked Beijing with strong ships and sharp guns. When I participated in the war, I was almost killed by the opponent's foreign guns. They caught me and wanted to learn Chinese martial arts from me, and I would rather die than submit, so they imprisoned me here."

"Father, Yang Luchan!"

Wang Hengxiao's whole body trembled suddenly, his Qi and blood almost stagnated, and his breathing became short of breath.

Master of mythology, descendant of Yang Luchan, the founder of Taijiquan?And a direct son? ? ? ?

Wang Hengxiao widened his eyes and looked at Yang Dingtian. He felt that the other party's blood and breath were at least a hundred years old, but he didn't expect it to be far more than he expected.

This is the son of Yang Luchan, so what about the others? ?

(To be continued)