Great time travel

Chapter 68. The Destruction of the "Donglin Party Reconnaissance Team"
Just as Yu Guozhen was looking around in the bustling Sanya Railway Station square full of annoyance, trying to find the connector who didn't know where he was, a dark-skinned little girl with a cage on her back suddenly stretched out her hand and tugged at his sleeve. :

"...Brother Yu, we have arrived at the place now, where shall we go next?"

"...Shut up! Erdong, you idiot! How can you be so nonchalant? How many times have you told me to call me young master!"

Yu Guozhen, who was still a little confused at first, was startled when he heard the words, and quickly slapped her hard on the head, while carefully observing the surroundings—fortunately, the other scholars and servants of the "Donglin Party Tour Group" At this moment, I am curiously looking at all kinds of shops and vendors on the station square, as well as the beautiful fountain in the center of the square decorated with colorful mosaics and marble fairy statues. I am dazzled by these unheard of foreign scenery, even already Someone was tasting a bunch of snacks, but no one noticed a little girl's rude words.

"...Hey! It hurts so much... Woohoo, it's already here, why are you acting like a young master!"

Looking at the sickle and hammer flag and the five-star red flag fluttering on the flagpole in front of the station, the little maid complained while holding her head in pain.

As a result, she was hammered hard on the head again.

——Speaking of which, Yu Guozhen traveled thousands of miles from the south of the Yangtze River to Lingnan, and besides the two servants, he actually brought this maid with him.Under the background of today's times, it is a very strange thing in itself.

You know, only in the ancient times in martial arts novels, there are inns and restaurants everywhere, so that knights and chivalrous women who travel in the rivers and lakes can still be graceful thousands of miles away from home.But in the real ancient feudal society, that kind of long-distance travel across mountains and rivers was actually very dangerous and difficult. After all, in those days, travel was basically based on walking, and communication was basically based on roaring.If you don't have any self-defense skills, you may feed the wolves on the way at any time, or be robbed and killed by bandits and mountain people.And when women travel far away, their daily life is especially inconvenient-so in principle, women in ancient times tried their best not to travel far.Even if they are rich and powerful, unless there are noble ladies and young ladies traveling, dudes are less likely to take women with them when they go out.That's why there is a saying that the book boy has one specialty and many abilities, and can sell his ass and serve as a concubine at night.

(Another reason is that at the end of the Ming Dynasty, it was the time when the trend of base-making became popular. For the lustful people at that time, it didn't matter if they were male or female.)
Although most of the members of the "Donglin Party Tour Group" who came to Lingnan were officials and extravagant sluts for generations, and there were also many hungry ghosts who had slept with seven or eight housewives at home.But this time, when they were going to travel to Lingnan to "spy on women's love" and "open Australian meat" by the way, they still only brought their servants along to serve them.Yu Guozhen was the only one who really took the maid on the trip, so everyone looked sideways.

At the beginning, there were a few nosy scholars who were very interested in this strange thing, thinking that this maid is so charming and beautiful that she can fascinate young heroes like "Young Tiger" Yu Guozhen So much so that they refused to part for even a moment... Who would have thought that they would find a chance to take a closer look with great interest, but they would be greatly disappointed: I saw that the girl surnamed Dai was dry and thin, her skin was very dark, and her appearance could only be reluctant at best. She is pretty, except for her big eyes, she has almost no special features at all. I really don't know which aspect of this little girl Yu Guozhen really likes.

Moreover, in the final analysis, this is just a trivial private matter of other people's family, so soon no one will pay attention to this little maid.

However, judging from what the little girl said to Yu Guozhen in front of the train station just now, it seems that there is... something else hidden?
At this moment, a young Taoist priest with a goatee beside the fountain in the square, holding a pennant with eight trigrams in his left hand, looked at a photo again and again with his right hand by the light of the street lamp, and finally made sure that he was right. Only then did he walk in front of Yu Guozhen with strides.

"... Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! This young master, the poor Taoist is polite." I saw that the Taoist priest first made a promise, and then began to alarmistly in a serious manner: "...Excuse me for speaking bluntly, I have seen your face, and I found that you are in trouble. Hei, recently, your virtues have been deficient, causing you to be surrounded by bad luck?"

Just judging from the above words, it seems that this is just an ordinary wandering Taoist soliciting business, so Yu Guozhen also showed a bored look at the beginning.But then the other party deliberately showed a black-skinned ID card and quietly made a few gestures, which made Yu Guozhen's pupils shrink suddenly.

So, Yu Guozhen squatted on the Taoist priest's booth, murmured for a while, and finally bought an amulet and went back.

sex

Next, on the evening of the evening when the "Donglin Party Tour Group" headed by Tongcheng celebrity Fang Yizhi arrived in Sanya, after dinner at the only inn next to the station with meals included, Yu Guozhen suddenly felt "unacceptable" and had unbearable abdominal pain. , was sent to the "Australian" hospital for treatment by the "enthusiastic" innkeeper.And the "loyal" little maid, Dai Erdong, naturally followed her young master to guard the night, wipe off her sweat and serve tea without mentioning it.

However, the Donglin scholars who had just sat on the train for a day and were already very sleepy, not long after they fell asleep on the mat, were suddenly kicked open by a group of heavily armed "thieves" and arrested, and then they were all tied up. They put black cloth bags on their heads and escorted them out one by one.As for the few quacks they hired with a lot of money, they were injected with anesthesia gas into the room early on.One of the swordsmen standing outside watching the night was also knocked down by the sniper who had been arranged with a tranquilizer gun... In short, all of them were unable to protect themselves, and there was no way to be loyal to the Savior.

——Even the “knights” of the 400th century, no matter how experienced they are in the arena, cannot stand up to the high-tech methods [-] years later...

Then, after some rough driving, pushing and escorting, the black cloth bag on Fang Yizhi's head was finally untied.

Shaking his drowsy head, Fang Yizhi looked around blankly and found that he was standing in a brightly lit room with walls except for the iron door at the back—this was not a real interrogation room, but just an unused utility room.

The various settings in the "normal" modern interrogation room to maximize the desperation of the prisoner, such as the kind of death-like darkness, almost minimal lighting, and special walls installed with thick sponge sound insulation And the high ceiling above the head that increases the psychological pressure is not available here... However, facing prisoners of today's level does not require too high-end interrogation skills.

Immediately afterwards, several soldiers in camouflage uniforms carried a table and chairs and walked in through the door—obviously, they were not for him, the prisoner.Next, a general of the Ming Dynasty, wearing a silver armor and a bright red cloak, walked in calmly, sat down and said with a smile:
"...Mr. Fang Mizhi of Tongcheng (Fang Yizhi, with the word Mizhi), is in Huangshi and has known his name for a long time, but you must recognize me by now. After all, aren't you all here specifically for me? Have to Said, you are still so calm until now, it can be seen that Mr. Mizhi's title of celebrity is indeed well deserved-your friends, but all of them are pale, can't even speak, and even pissed in the crotch inside……"

With a smile mixed with disdain and pity on his face, Huang Shi sighed and shook his head, "...to send such a bunch of trash to trouble me, and even ran all the way to the border of Qiongzhou. Are they all blind?"

——A mere lowly warrior who colluded with the barbarians and harmed the common people dared to violate the ethics and despise the noble sons of scholars. Such rebellious remarks immediately made Fang Yizhi, who had always regarded himself as the pride of heaven, feel full of anger. There was still a ball of sackcloth stuffed in his mouth, no matter what he wanted to express, he couldn't speak coherently, so he had to make a whining sound to vent his anger and dissatisfaction.

"...Mr. Mizhi, do you have something to say in a hurry? Just right, I also have something to ask your Excellency. Pop!"

Huang Shi snapped his fingers with a frivolous expression, and said to the soldiers, "...bring me the things, and wait for Mr. Fang to tell the truth!"

Hearing the shameless words of the traitor in front of him, Fang Yizhi calmed down, determined to keep the secret, and scolded this despicable person face to face, so that the vulgar warriors can take a good look at what is called the iron bones of our generation of scholars, what is it? It is the awe-inspiring righteousness of scholar-bureaucrats again!
Then, he personally experienced the latest interrogation methods of these "thieves"-there was no torture or torture, just a soldier opened a certain rattan box and took out a weird little black box (Doraemon Magic) from inside. Props [Honesty Radio Wave Generator]), leaned close to his face, and then dug out the sackcloth stuffed in his mouth, Fang Yizhi could no longer control his mouth, and said everything knowingly come out.

What kind of sorcery is this?hateful!What an evil existence these thieves are!

Fang Yizhi felt deep fear from the depths of his soul, but he had to tell everything he knew in despair...

After another three days, Wang Qiu finally took the time to read the summary report on the case.

"...Sent such a group of unreliable dandies to cast themselves into the trap? Isn't the Donglin Party afraid that meat buns will beat dogs and never return?"