Xiao Letian remembers that there was a classic saying on the Internet in later generations, "You don't know how good you are unless you push yourself." In fact, many people fail due to various negative emotions in their own psychology.
For example, laziness, fear, indolence...etc., etc., it is not that he is incompetent, but that no one has ever forced him, and he has no urge to force himself.
Why do a large number of heroes always emerge in troubled times that make history unforgettable? Those people are not born to be willing to counterattack and become heroes. If they were born in a prosperous age, they might be an ordinary farmer or rich man next to you.
Guard your ancestral home and property, and patiently enjoy the calm and peaceful life!
However, the times can really create heroes. Once the storms of the times arise, those who are greedy for comfort will be forced to be forged into the torrent of fate. They have no choice.
Husband, heaven and earth are furnaces, creation is work; Yin and Yang are charcoal, and all things are copper!
Heaven and earth are the oven, destiny is the craftsman, Yin and Yang are the charcoal, and all things in the world are forged fine copper!
Talents have to be thrown into such an oven and enjoy the scorching flames. If you don't risk your life to become successful, that's just daydreaming!
Aixinjueluo Zaichun has always thought that he is a good material, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is just a child with great ambitions and little talent. He is not as good as he thought.
But today, after the God of Creation raised the hammer and started to forge his piece of useless wood, the useless wood could also burst out sparks. The wild genes of Baishan and Blackwater in Zaichun's blood were completely released, and his whole body was filled with bloodthirsty energy. impulse.
"You want to kill me? You deserve it!"
"Do you, a bitch like you, dare to touch the blood of the royal family and the emperor?"
Without the slightest hesitation, the ceremonial sword struck Dio's throat with a click and got stuck directly on his Adam's apple. The force was too great, and the thin ceremonial sword snapped into two pieces.
Dio looked at Emperor Tongzhi with a fierce look on his face in disbelief, as if he were seeing the most ferocious leader of the wolf pack in northern Canada, or an injured brown bear struggling to its death.
This was not the murderous aura that a thirteen-year-old child could exude at all. At that moment, it was as if the souls of millions of brave Manchu ancestors were possessing Emperor Tongzhi.
The ancient horn sounded, and the ice shards splashed out by the war horses stung the slaves' cheeks. With the murderous aura of the northern barbarians, Emperor Tongzhi's soul seemed to be reborn.
Zai Chun tilted his head, and the blood from Dio's neck spurted out all over his chest. Little Zai Chun raised his right foot and stepped on Dio's chest, using his strength to pull out the broken sword stuck in the neck bone. out.
The British citizens present were completely crazy. It was so worth it to come here today to witness the emperor of the Qing Dynasty killing an assassin with his own eyes, and the scene was so bloody.
Dio was now a lamb to be slaughtered. Two eunuchs hung his left and right arms. The poison of the bone-penetrating nails began to paralyze his muscles, leaving him unable to resist.
There was a sound of bubbles popping in his throat, and blood spurted out. Emperor Tongzhi, who was holding a dagger, had fierce eyes and blood all over his body, and he had no intention of letting him go.
"Want to kill me? You're worthy of it!" He went up and struck out with another sword, heading straight for the wound on his neck.
"Long live! Mighty!" Gordon, who was lying on the ground, shouted excitedly. A large group of ladies and children in the crowd fainted from the bloody scene.
The broken sword slashed the assassin's throat again, this time the stubble of the bones was exposed. Dio already felt that his soul was beginning to float out of his body. He no longer had the ability to show off his violence.
But the hatred in Zai Chun's heart could not be vented. He held the broken sword and slashed at the enemy's throat again and again, one sword after another, six times in total!
People have seen that the bleeding trachea and arteries are exposed to the air, the strong neck bones have been chopped off, and Dio's head is hanging on one side with only a little skin still attached.
"Ah! You want to kill me? Do it! You deserve it!"
Many years later, people present still shuddered when they recalled such a strange scene. Any British person who experienced this assassination would never dare to say that the Chinese are cowards for the rest of their lives.
Dio's head hung upside down on his chest, connected by a bit of skin, while the emperor of the Qing Dynasty held a broken sword and roared like a madman with his shaking head.
This scene needs to be as bloody as possible, and as weird as possible!
In the end, Zai Chun, who was not relieved, grabbed Dio's hair and tore it down hard, pulling off a large piece of flesh and head which he pulled off.
Hot tears flowed down his face, diluting the bits of blood. Zai Chun was seen standing wildly on the street, holding his trophy head high and shouting crazily.
"Who else? Damn, who else is the assassin! Who else..."
The screams shook everyone's souls. A reporter who was vomiting used all his strength to press the shutter and record this classic scene on the film.
Plop, plop... Countless shocked British people actually knelt on the ground subconsciously, just like they did in the Middle Ages, humbly prostrate on the dirt, not daring to raise their heads to look at the big man in front of them.
"Long live the emperor! Long live! Long live the emperor!" The still-living eunuchs and guards lay on the ground and cried bitterly. At that moment, they saw the light of the souls of their ancestors shining on Emperor Tongzhi's body.
That is the soul memory that the nobles of the Four and Nine Cities and Eight Banners have forgotten for a long time!
"God bless the Qing Dynasty! God bless the Qing Dynasty! Your Majesty is the real master of the resurgence of the Qing Dynasty. We will follow you through life and death...Long live! Wuwuwu..."
The sound of horse hooves sounded like thunder from the west. After the assassination operation was over, the British cavalry who came to the rescue finally appeared, and the tragedy of the scene made these veterans shudder.
Especially the man-eating eyes of Emperor Tongzhi, the anger spewing out from them made the veterans who had killed countless people in the colony dare not look directly at him. Everyone jumped off their horses and knelt on one knee in front of Emperor Tongzhi.
"Your Majesty, the great Emperor, we are late! Please forgive me!"
"Fuck! You! Damn! Is this the time to atone for your sins? Hurry up and save my people, send these loyal warriors back to London, and find the best doctor, quick!"
"Yes, Your Majesty, take action immediately, prepare carriages to send the wounded into the city, and send the best military doctors to the military camp! Send a company of soldiers to protect His Majesty the Emperor as he returns to Buckingham Palace..."
"Bah! How dare you? This is Batulu who was injured because of me! I want to stay by their side and see them survive!"
"Give me the carriage. I will drive the carriage myself for Gordon, for Hu Bei, for Lian Jiu... for all the injured brothers!"
Zai Chun's face was filled with tears. He finally understood what life-changing friendship is on the battlefield. If you don't trade your life for it, you won't understand it at all.
No one dared to argue with the Qing Emperor who was carrying a human head. The driver's seat in front of the carriage sent by the cavalry battalion was quickly filled with the voice and shadow of Emperor Tongzhi, and the head hung under the neck of the horse.
"No one is allowed to touch this head. I want him to parade around London again. I want to see what kind of explanation the whole of Europe will give me!"
"I want an explanation! The Qing Dynasty also wants an explanation!"
"Where did these Rakshasa ghosts and French guys come from? I want this explanation!"
Zai Chun turned around and looked at the injured people including Gordon, Hu Xiaoxin, Lian Jiu and others lying in the carriage. Tears fell down like broken pearls.
"Hold on! I order you to survive. As long as you survive, you will be my brothers!"
"Fight!" There was a crisp sound as the riding whip hit the horse's butt, and the military vehicle began to roll forward. chapter;
