Zhang Qilu's consciousness slowly returned to his body. He opened his eyes and found that he was in a very retro car, wearing a straight military uniform. Suddenly he felt something was wrong. He was lying in the back seat of the car, and his head was resting on the lap of a plump woman.
Zhang Qilu looked up. His eyes passed through the undulating mountains and looked at the woman's face. He was stunned for just a moment. With an oval face and a cute and charming smile, the two only looked at each other for a second before laughing.
Zhang Qilu really believed in the words "destiny for three lives" at this moment, so he could still meet Li Xiaoxiao. Just as he was about to speak, Li Xiaoxiao made a silencing gesture.
Zhang Qilu said no more. He moved his fingers. It was amazing. This time was different from the previous times. The previous times he was more like a spectator. The feeling now is a bit like going to Luoyang to pick up Li Xiaoxiao in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Similarly, this time I have complete control over this body.
The car was still driving. Zhang Qilu sat up from the back seat of the car and looked out the window. The car drove past a theater. The entrance of the theater was crowded with people. It seemed that the theater had just ended. On the street, rickshaws were parked neatly in front of the theater to welcome customers. Various merchants were selling at the entrance of the theater, including those selling cigarettes, flowers, snacks, etc...
Looking at the various pedestrians on the road, the decent men were wearing suits and long gowns. Fashionable women often wear well-fitting cheongsam. Zhang Qilu determined that he was living in the Republic of China period at this moment.
At this time he began to read the memory of this body. Then he started laughing, laughing so hard that he was almost out of breath. He is now the Marshal Zhang who dominated the Republic of China.
At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise from the front of the car, flames shot into the sky, and the car suddenly swerved and hit a telephone pole on the roadside.
Zhang Qilu slowly came back to his senses from the sudden impact. Li Xiaoxiao beside him fainted at this moment. Zhang Qilu immediately went to check Xiaoxiao's pulse and breathed a sigh of relief.
I saw a man rushing towards the car with a knife and shouting loudly.
"The man named Zhang will take his life."
Zhang Qilu moved his legs and feet, which were very strong. He kicked open the car door. He looked at the person rushing towards him with a scornful look, and the aura from his body spread out to all directions unscrupulously, gradually forming a slight pressure.
This man was wearing a striped suit, holding a Japanese sword high in his hand, and his face was ferocious and menacing. But after seeing Zhang Qi's eyes, his steps inadvertently slowed down. The ferocity on his face faded a little and turned into cowardice.
Zhang Qilu ignored who was standing across from him and what weapon he was holding. He used his free-spirited fugue movement, made a wrong step, dodged to his opponent, and then used grappling techniques to lock the opponent's throat. , and then pulled out the man's entire throat with a gentle pull.
The man died in an instant. There was only fear in his eyes.
Zhang Qilu looked around and saw five more people carrying Japanese swords rushing towards him. The long-lost feeling of walking with his feet firmly on his feet was great, and now he walked at a faster pace. With almost the same move, five people fell to the ground one after another.
Suddenly, Zhang Qilu felt a sense of panic rising up his back, and he quickly moved aside. Turning his head to the side, he could clearly see a bullet being fired at the place where he was standing just now. The bullet hit the ground and bounced far away.
This body is full of power. Zhang Qilu is very satisfied. He is also enjoying it very much at this moment. The powerful six senses can capture all movements within ten meters of the body. After all, it is the body of a soldier. As long as the method is used, this body will not hold back at all. It seems that there are many false rumors about this man, and he has not slacked off at all.
Zhang Qilu opened the holster on his side, took out a polished Browning pistol, and pulled the trigger in the direction of the bullet without even aiming. The gunman more than a hundred meters away fell to the ground.
Zhang Qilu looked around and saw that the other battles around him were almost over. More than a hundred soldiers in straight military uniforms were already cleaning the battlefield.
At this time, an officer with handsome features and huge eyes came to Zhang Qilu. Just as he was about to salute, he saw the bloody corpse beside him, his face full of disbelief. His mouth opened and closed but not a single word came out.
Zhang Qilu raised a hand to stop the person who should be his adjutant from speaking, and said, "Who are they?"
When the adjutant heard this, all the expressions on his face disappeared, and he immediately returned to a soldier. He stood up straight and saluted with a military salute and said loudly, "Report to the young marshal, they are from the Black Dragon Society."
Zhang Qilu's brain was running rapidly again, Black Dragon Club. It should be before 1931. Now this is Northeast, and it should be the season of spring and summer or spring and autumn.
Zhang Qilu then said, "The original plan remains unchanged. Find me a newspaper and let's go."
The adjutant saluted without saying a word, then turned around and went down to make arrangements.
After changing to a car, Zhang Qi put down the newspaper in his hand. After reading the newspaper, he confirmed a few things.
Li Xiaoxiao took the newspaper, took a look at it and said, "Today is May 16, 1928."
Zhang Qilu naturally knew this kind of character well in middle school history textbooks. The books Zhang Qilu had read could be used to build a library. How could he not know that in more than half a month, Marshal's father, Marshal Zhang, the Northeast King, would die on a train returning from Peiping to Fengtian.
"parking."
The car stopped on the side of the road, with the train station in the distance.
"You guys go down."
He needs to discuss it with Li Xiaoxiao.
"Xiaoxiao, the assassination just now may be just a trigger to force me to get on the train."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I'm not sure, but time is a little tight now. We should only have more than half a month."
"Brother Qi, I remember what you said before setting off. Don't try to change anything."
Zhang Qilu smiled, and he was taught that Li Xiaoxiao is really a magical person, who can play whatever role he wears. At this moment he believed that sentence, all those who play politics are born actors.
The station was neatly filled with soldiers in uniforms. Zhang Qilu glanced at them casually. There should be a battalion of soldiers here. He stepped onto the carriage without saying a word.
This is a special train. In addition to soldiers, there are also some arms and ammunition and some military and political dignitaries. Zhang Qilu was currently in a high-end private box. There was a wine bar, sofa, desk, and even a soft bed where he could take a nap.
He gave two orders to his adjutant. First, I won’t meet anyone today. No one is allowed to step into this carriage without an order. The second order is to bring over a female military uniform.
After giving the order, Zhang Qilu threw himself comfortably into the soft sofa and said to Li Xiaoxiao
"Okay, tell me who you are now and why you are here."
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