Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Xiao Letian remembered that in the future generations of the internet, there was a very classic saying, "If you don't force yourself, you won't even know how outstanding you are". In fact, many people had already failed at the hands of his negative emotions.

For example, laziness, fear, and ease... And so on and so forth. Actually, it wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that no one had ever forced him to do it. He himself also didn't have the impulse to do it himself.

Why did a large number of heroes that were engraved in history always appear in troubled times? If they were born in the golden age, they would probably be an ordinary Tian Shou Lang or a rich man at your side.

Keeping the ancestral residence and the land, patiently enjoying a relaxed life!

However, the current situation was such that a hero could be created. Once the current situation arose, those who coveted peace and quiet would be forced into the tides of fate and would be forged. They had no choice but to do so.

The heavens and the earth were like furnaces, while creation was the work of art. Yin and yang were like charcoal, and all living things were like copper!

The world was the oven, destiny was the craftsman, yin and yang were the coals of fire, and all things in the world was the refined copper that was forged!

For a talent to be thrown into such an oven to enjoy the grilling of flames, if he didn't take out his life to fight, that would be daydreaming!

Ai Xinjueluozaichun had always thought of himself as a good material, but anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell that he was just a resourceful kid, he was not as outstanding as he thought.

But today, after Good Fortune raised his iron hammer and started to hammer this piece of trash, this piece of trash could also burst into flames. The white mountain and black water in Zai Chun's blood was completely released, and his entire body was filled with a thirst for blood.

"You want to kill me? You are worthy of being called a bastard! "

"The bloodline of the royal family, is it something a bastard like you would dare to touch?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Yi Wu Dao slashed Di Ao's throat with his sword, and immediately got stuck in his throat. This force was too strong, and with a pa sound, the thin Yi Wu Dao was cut into two pieces.

Di Ao looked at the fierce-looking Tongzhi in disbelief, as if he was looking at the fiercest pack leader of the wolves of northern Canada, or a brown bear who was either injured and struggling in death.

This was simply not a killing intent that a thirteen year old child could emit. At that moment, it was as if millions of Manchu s had the souls of their valiant ancestors attached to the body of the Tongzhi Emperor.

The ancient horn sounded, and the ice shards from the broken ice surface that came from the war horses stung the slaves' cheeks. They carried the killing intent of the barbarians of the north as if they were reincarnated.

Zai Chun tilted his head, and blood sprayed all over his chest from Di Ao's neck. Little Zai Chun then stepped onto Di Ao's chest with his right foot, borrowing the force of the impact to pull out the broken sword that was stuck in his neck.

The British citizens present were completely mad. It was worth it to have come here today, to have personally witnessed the Emperor of Great Qing use her own hands to kill an assassin, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Di Ao was now just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Two eunuchs hung onto his left and right arm, and the poison from the Penetrating Bone Nail started to numb his muscles, rendering him unable to retaliate.

The sound of bubbles popping out of his throat, blood spurted out and Tongzhi, who was holding onto a dagger, looked at him with his eyes wide open. His entire body was stained with blood and he had no intentions of letting him go.

"You want to kill me?" You are worthy of being called a bastard! " He swung his sword at the wound on the man's neck.

"Long live! "Mighty!" Gordon who was lying on the ground shouted emotionally, a large group of ladies and children were immediately stimulated by the bloody scene and fainted.

The broken sword struck the assassin's throat again, this time the bones were exposed, Di Ao could already feel his soul exiting his body, he no longer had the ability to act fierce.

However, Zai Chun was unable to vent the hatred in his heart, he held the broken sword and slashed at the throat of the enemy again and again, one strike after another, a total of six strikes!

Everyone could already see the bloody trachea and arteries being exposed to the air. The sturdy neck bone had already been cut off, and Di Ao's head was drooped to the side, with only a little bit of skin left.

"AHH!" You want to kill me? Attack! You are worthy of being called a bastard! "

Many years later, when people recalled this strange scene, they would tremble in fear. Anyone who had experienced this assassination would never dare to say that the Chinese were cowards for the rest of their lives.

Di Ao's head was upside down in his chest, connected to it by a piece of skin, while the emperor of the Great Qing was holding onto the broken sword as she howled like a madman, her head swaying back and forth.

The scene was as bloody as it could get, and as weird as it could get!

In the end, Zai Chun who was still fuming grabbed onto Di Ao's hair, and fiercely tore it off, bringing down a large piece of his skin and head.

Hot tears flowed down his face, diluting the bits and pieces of blood that dripped down. Zai Chun stood unrestrainedly on the street, holding the head of his spoils of war high and shouting crazily.

"Who else? Fuck, who else could the assassin be!? "Who else …"

The scream made everyone's souls tremble. A reporter who was vomiting used all his strength to press the shutter button and recorded this classic scene on his film.

Plop, plop … The countless intimidated British citizens were actually kneeling on the ground subconsciously. Just like in the Middle Ages, they humbly crawled on the muddy ground, not daring to look up at the great man in front of them.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live! "Long live!" Eunuch and guards who were still alive lay on the ground and cried out. At that moment, they saw the light of their ancestor's soul shining on Tongzhi's body.

It was the soul memory that the Eight Flags s of Beijing had forgotten for a long time!

"God bless the Great Clear! Heaven bless the Great Clear! His Majesty is the true master of the Qing Dynasty. We will definitely die here … Long live! "Sob, sob, sob …"

The galloping of horses could be heard from the west. When the assassination attempt ended, the English cavalry finally came to the rescue.

Especially the man-eating eyes of the Tongzhi Emperor, the anger that was spat out made the soldiers of the colony who killed countless people not dare to look straight at him. Everyone jumped off their horses and knelt in front of the Tongzhi Emperor.

"Great Emperor, we are late! Please forgive me, Your Majesty! "

"F * ck!" You! Damn! YES! Is this the time for atonement? Hurry up and save my people, send these loyal warriors back to London, and find the best doctors, quick! "

"Yes, Your Majesty. Immediately prepare a carriage to send the wounded to the city and the best military doctors to the barracks! "Send a company of soldiers to protect His Majesty's return to Buckingham Palace …"

"Pui!" How dare you? This is Batulu, who was injured for my sake! I want to stand by their side and watch them come back to life! "

"Give me the carriage, I will personally help Gordon, help Hu Xiaoxin, and help Lian Jiu … "Driving a carriage for all our injured brothers!"

Zai Chun's face was covered in tears. He finally understood what it meant to have a life-or-death relationship on the battlefield.

No one dared to argue with the Great Qing Emperor, who was carrying a head, the driver's seat of the carriage delivered by the Cavalry Battalion was quickly seated up, and the head of the carriage was hung below the neck of the horse.

"Nobody is allowed to touch this head. I want to let him make a name for himself in London. I want to see what kind of explanation the whole of Europe will give me!"

"I want an explanation!" Great Qing also wants an explanation! "

"Where did these Russian s and French come from? We want this explanation!"

Turning his head back, Zai Chun saw Gordon, Hu Xiaoxin and the other 9 injured people lying in the carriage.

"Hold on! "I order you to come back to life. As long as you come back to life, you are my brothers!"

"Hold!" With a "pa" sound, the whip hit the horse, and the military vehicle started rolling forward.