The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Houcheng, thousands of miles away.

After three days and three nights of fighting, blood flowed into rivers in the city, and corpses littered the fields. The people's doors were closed, and they huddled in their homes and dared not go out. Listening to the guns/fire/guns/guns/fire outside, they were as silent as cicadas at home. , let alone lighting the lights.

The wailing sounds that came from time to time, the incomprehensible language, the hurried footsteps, and the shadows passing by the papered windows all made them terrified.

Just like Liu Laosi's family of five or six, huddled like quail in the corner of an earthen house with an area of ​​less than twenty square meters. Wanting to escape, those who dragged their families along did not know where to flee.

"Bump! Bump! Bump!" There was a knock on the door.

"Is there anyone inside?" A person made a fist and knocked on the wooden door.

Liu Laosi and his scrawny wife and children huddled in the corner, looking at the tall figure hiding behind the door, through the papery light, he could see the outline of his hooked nose, holding a dagger, lying at his feet A young corpse, less than half a year old.

Foreigners disliked the baby's crying too loudly, fearing to attract others' attention, so they slashed the small throat with a dagger, and cast their vicious eyes on Liu Laosi and the others. If they dared to speak out, they would kill The posture they killed.

Liu Laosi and his wife tightly covered the two young children, about five or six, and dared not make a sound.

"Young commander, there is no one inside."

At the entrance of the alley, there were more than a dozen people standing there, and everyone's clothes were covered with a layer of blood.

The light from the torch reflected on Shang Xiaolou's profile. The light of the fire fell on the forehead with a white bandage, and his fine black hair hung down densely. The young man with delicate features looked like a bloody ghost crawling out of hell, with black eyes. It was like a cloud of treacherous thick ink, his face was as pale as a ghost, and there was a splash of blood on his cheek.

The wind blew a smell of blood, the black hair became blacker and darker, and the blood on the cheeks became redder and redder like solidified cinnabar.

"Young commander, what do you think?" The adjutant looked at Shang Xiaolou.

All the people waited for Shang Xiaolou to issue an order. Out of 800 of them, only less than 400 remained, more than half of them were killed or injured, but the enemy was defeated by Shang Xiaolou's fierce and fast attack style.

Shang Xiaolou directly attacked the weapons/weapon/depot with full firepower, offered generous rewards, threatened and lured the soldiers wearing e-suits to take advantage of the confusion, strapped bombs/bombs, sneaked into the crowd of e-armies, and directly lured/ burst.

He himself is also a desperate style of play, with fierce shots, like a human/figure/weapon/weapon who only knows how to harvest life, so crazy that people around him are frightened, even if the enemy raises his hand to throw at him, he will not show mercy at all, directly Shoot/kill, a wooden warehouse burst/head.

Shang Xiaolou's black eyes were full of murderous intent, his shoulder was shot, and the strong smell of blood penetrated from the straps, the pain and the smell of blood only made his nerves more and more sensitive, and the speed of his shots became faster and faster.

"Nobody?" There was a cruel smile on the corner of Shang Xiaolou's mouth, the light shone on his side face, and the cut eyelash shadows on his cheeks were like sickle arcs.

"One by one, open the door for me and search carefully."

Shang Xiaolou touched the plum blossom hairpin in his hand. It was smooth and carved from wood. The plum blossom carved on the head of the hairpin was missing a petal, as if a piece had been cut off by a sharp knife. The hairpin that his brother gave him was broken. .

Shang Xiaolou's eyes showed a hint of viciousness, and the dark light in his eyes suppressed the turbulence, he wanted to kill that person bit by bit.

They searched room by room and killed a few e soldiers who were hiding.

Every time one was killed, Shang Xiaolou asked the people below to count and put the head in front of the door of the house.

"Young Marshal, I have searched all the houses, but I didn't find Second Lieutenant Andre."

"Isn't there another room?"

Shang Xiaolou smiled and said loudly towards the room, all the people looked at the room with the paper grid door closed.

After a while, the door squeaked, and a small gap opened. The narrow gap became wider and wider. A pair of black cowhide military boots stepped out from the threshold. Can understand Chinese.

"I surrender."

According to the United Nations regulations, senior military officers who surrender must be given preferential treatment, and Andrei knows this regulation.

Shang Xiaolou picked up the pistol/gun/, aiming the gun/mouth between Andre's eyebrows.

Andre's spine was tense, and a drop of sweat dripped from his temples. He spoke Chinese with an exotic accent, and said, "According to international regulations, you can't do this to me."

The adjutant also hesitated to speak to persuade Shang Xiaolou, don't be impulsive, they can't afford to offend country e now, if they kill Andre, they will cause e people to send troops to conscript, the current strength of Marshal Shang is not enough to resist.

"No?" Shang Xiaolou seems to have heard a funny joke. These foreigners came to this land to burn, kill, loot, collect money, kill people wantonly, and set up a bullshit regulation but require the enemy to treat the prisoners preferentially. It is shameless and despicable.

"Okay."

Andre thought that Chinese people were boneless dogs, and they didn't dare to offend the fierce and strong e Empire. Even if he was arrested, he would only be locked up for a period of time, and when diplomats came to negotiate, he would be obediently released.

Seeing Andre's expression relax, Shang Xiaolou evoked a cruel smile, and there were four bangs in a row, and the four bullets shot precisely into Andre's hands and knees, each of which was a wooden barn.

Andre lay on the ground, howling, the bullet shot directly into the bone, causing him unbearable pain.

Someone in the room exclaimed because of the sound of the wooden barn.

Shang Xiaolou waved his hand, and the people under him understood immediately, walked into the house and brought out Liu Laosi's family. Liu Laosi was an honest farmer, and he only kowtowed to Shang Xiaolou to beg for mercy, afraid of being angered, and said , "Master Qingtian, don't care about our business, we dare not hide it, he is holding us hostage, don't allow us to speak out!"

The two twelve or thirteen-year-old children had never seen this battle before, and their faces were like loess with fright. The two younger children didn't understand anything, and they were so frightened that they cried loudly.

Liu Laosi's wife is thin and small, with open arms tightly hugging the two young children, with tears in her eyes and deep hatred, Shang Xiaolou walked up to her and threw down a The sharp dagger sounded like an evil ghost whispering, evoking the darkest evil thoughts deep in the heart, saying, "He killed your child."

"Go and cut off his flesh piece by piece."

"No, no, no, you can't treat me like this." Andre broke out in cold sweat from the pain, and was even more frightened when he heard Shang Xiaolou's conversation.

The pain of losing a child has already made this woman crazy, she wished to cut the man into pieces, grabbed the knife and threw herself directly on Andre's body, Shang Xiaolou was on the side to guide how to cut without hurting the vital parts, so that the Andre lives longer.

Andre's arm was cut off a large piece of blood, lunatic, lunatic, all lunatics, and now he only asks Shang Xiaolou to give him a happy ending to end this painful torture.

Andre howled for three or four hours. The smell of blood was so strong that everyone in the alley could smell it. The adjutant and the others below were a little unbearable. They were not afraid of killing the enemy, but this inhuman torture, Let them shudder and fear from the bottom of their hearts.

But Shang Xiaolou watched with relish, the woman cut off tirelessly one by one, decisively, just like Andre cut off the throat of her youngest son before.

She burst into tears when Andre's body had no temperature, the soil on the ground was soaked with blood and turned black and red, and there were pieces of flesh and blood piled up not far away.

Shang Xiaolou picked up the cloth from the corner of his clothes and gently wiped a little blood on the plum blossom hairpin. The things his brother gave him should not be stained by dirty blood.

"Let's go."

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On the street, people come and go.

The newsboy stood on the sidewalk beside the cross street with a stack of newspapers in his arms, shouting, "Sell the newspaper, sell the newspaper, good news,... a big victory, and will return next month... ..”

A small vendor pushing a single-wheeled wooden cart also yelled loudly on the side of the road, "Sell chestnuts, sweet and delicious chestnuts-come and buy them!"

The sweet chestnut smell permeates the streets, sending a little warmth to passers-by in this slightly cold late autumn season, smelling the sweet smell, sweet and warm in the heart.

A Ford sedan was parked on the side of the street, only one street width away from Xiling Newspaper.

"It's time for me to go to work." Shen Qingchuan turned his face sideways, looked at Guan Boya and said.

The car window was drawn with white gauze curtains, the sunlight through the gaps in the gauze curtains fell on the extremely clear and handsome face, and a little light fell on the bridge of the nose to make it look straighter, but his eyes were gentle and peaceful, like the clear lake water containing the lingering affection , it is exciting.

In the past few days, Shen Qingchuan lived in Yuhua Mansion again, and Guan Boya drove him to pick him up almost every day.

As for why he didn't ask the driver to drive, it was because Guan Boya had to get tired of him every time before leaving.

Guan Boya is wearing a moon-white silver silk cheongsam today, and the gloves on the steering wheel are long snow-white lace gloves. Others have to look carefully to find that his hands are wider than ordinary women.

His long hair was tied up to the back of his head, and the fine white gauze hanging from his head obliquely half-covered half of his face, hiding his sharp browbones.

The ends of Guan Boya's eyes were raised slightly, and the long and narrow phoenix eyes flashed with indelible light, as if the bright sunlight and the quiet moon shadow were exchanging and shaking, he said, "I am in such a hurry Go up to meet your classmate Leng, and you don't want to stay with me for a while?"

"What kind of jealousy are you getting? My Mrs. Shen." Shen Qingchuan put a kiss on Guan Boya's cheek and coaxed him.

"Okay? My Mrs. Shen." Like an ordinary husband, Shen Qingchuan kissed Guan Boya as usual.

Shen Qingchuan knew that Guan Boya would not let him get out of the car unless he was close to Guan Boya.

I don't know who has provoked Guan Boya in the past few days, or someone has instilled some cheating current affairs news into Guan Boya, which made Guan Boya stare at him a little bit these days, fearing that he would change his mind.

Guan Boya put her hands on the back of Shen Qingchuan's neck, encased his lips, sucked the kiss deeply, poured the moist breath into Shen Qingchuan's mouth, and produced body fluid, until the kiss made Shen Qingchuan's face turn red and he was almost out of breath , just let him go.

Guan Boya left another deep mark on Shen Qingchuan's side neck before letting him go with satisfaction.

Fortunately, the curtains of this car have not been opened yet. In the cold morning, people are walking in a hurry without paying attention to the movement in this car.

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