Tian Qianli chopped it off with one knife.
Blood splattered.
The people around him even felt like they were unreal.
Didn't you just write a short story?
Isn’t it just a news release?
There is actually the risk of beheading...
What's more, the person who was killed was a current scholar, a disciple of Beihai Gongmen, and a member of the upstart reform sect of the imperial court.
I heard that the Yuanshun Escort Bureau was very close to the reformists, and its chief escort chief, Da Dao Wang Wu, had a close relationship with Tan Weixin and ran around everywhere.
What's going on with this scene in front of me?
The others started fighting.
Anyone who knew the whole story of the reform couldn't understand it at this time. They just quietly shrank back and their eyes shrank...
I thought to myself, no wonder the newspaper wrote that Zhang Kun was the murderer. This man would kill people just because he disagreed.
It is true that he sabotaged the establishment of diplomatic relations with foreigners from all over the world.
Previously, I felt that the "black dog" theory was indeed a bit excessive.
Now that I think about it, it’s surprisingly appropriate…
Zhang Kun now has keen senses and a clear mind. Looking at the eyes of dozens of ordinary people and traders standing far away around him, he immediately understood what these people were thinking.
He walked to the middle of the lobby, took two steps back and forth, and stopped in front of He Fangyuan, a handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes, looking at him coldly.
He Fangyuan had been frightened to the point of trembling with fear. When Zhang Kun looked at him, he couldn't bear it anymore. He knelt down on the ground with a pop and said with a cry: "Master Zhang, the student is just writing a report. I didn’t criticize adults, and I didn’t utter a single bad word. The little story about the black dog that follows was drawn up by the editor-in-chief, Senior Brother Tang, and has nothing to do with me.”
"It turns out that you are also a student in the thatched cottage. Is this how you changed? Do you know why I put you in the back and won't kill you for the time being?"
"Students don't know."
At this time, He Fangyuan no longer knew what shame was.
When the sword and ax are coming, even if you kneel down and call daddy, you won't even hesitate in the slightest.
Looking at this young man, Zhang Kun thought that he must be one of the so-called overseas students of this era, Mu Yang, Mu Qiang, who only saw the glory of the upper class and could not see the suffering of the lower class.
Moreover, the saddest thing is that he did not realize where he was wrong from beginning to end.
Perhaps, from the bottom of my heart, I believed that I wrote this article for the good of the country and the nation, and to advocate for the reform.
This group of scholars, including other editors and writers of the newspaper, are just like peddlers and have no idea of the dangers of the articles they personally prepared.
Tang Wenyuan knew that he had done something bad, so from the beginning, he did not defend himself and just bit his colleagues. And, taking out the background relationship, I want to escape with my life...
This is a qualified bad guy.
And the He Fangyuan in front of him was not even qualified to be a bad person.
"If you do something wrong or write the wrong article, you must be held responsible. It doesn't mean that you don't understand, so you can do whatever you want."
Zhang Kun sighed, feeling that he still needed to make some sense.
"If you don't teach, you will punish those who are tortured..."
Even if it is not to exonerate oneself and change the image in the minds of others, it still has to set the tone for future articles in the newspaper.
I am fighting with others in front of me, and there is such a "mouthpiece" behind me advocating foreigners and smearing my own people, how can I still live like this?
"He Fangyuan, let me ask you, before writing the manuscript, did you find out the whole story about the martial arts competition?"
Zhang Kun knew that reporters from the Beijing Daily were present at the important event of the death of so many foreigners. If they couldn't get even this little information, there would be no need for the newspaper to handle it.
Sitting at home and making up short stories is not convincing.
"I know, it was Andre, the warrior of the Eagle Kingdom, who challenged him all the way until he reached the Yuanshun Escort Bureau, where he met Mr. Zhang..."
"Okay, it's good to know. Then let me ask you, since you know the cause and effect very clearly, do you know that Tongxing Escort Bureau, Black Tiger Boxing Gym and Meihua Boxing Gym suffered heavy casualties, even Mr. Yuanda and others are dead. "
"this……"
He Fangyuan raised his head in confusion, not knowing what Zhang Kun meant by asking.
"When warriors fight, don't they often die?"
"Since you know that warriors often die in battles, you also know that Andre was ruthless and killed my compatriots like pigs and dogs. So, what's wrong with me beating him to death?"
Yeah, what's wrong?
He Fangyuan then turned around, and all the people around him had doubts on their faces.
Why didn't I think so before?
I always feel that the death of a foreigner in front of Yuanshun Martial Arts School is a big event and something extraordinary.
Basically, not many people care about how many people died in those martial arts escort agencies...
At most, he just sighed. The opponent was not good at learning and strength, and he didn't care whether the boxers also died in frustration.
Everyone subconsciously ignored this.
The reason is very simple. The lives of ordinary people, including people in the world, are actually worthless. However, the lives of foreigners, especially citizens of the Eagle Kingdom and temple warriors. When these identities are added together, that person's life is the most precious.
"Even the illiterate hunting fathers in the mountains know that if a wild beast comes down the mountain to eat the crops and bite the villagers to death, it must be killed directly. But when it comes to your mouth, it must be held in respect, not to fight back, and must be waited for. Like a distinguished guest, right?"
"Be peaceful, be tolerant, and face the perpetrators with a friendly attitude... Accusing us and other warriors of being chivalrous and breaking the law with force is a cancer that destroys peace. He Fangyuan, now I want to kill you, please give me tolerance , take a friendly look."
"Spare your life, spare your life."
Until now, He Fangyuan still doesn’t feel that he made any mistakes. Isn’t that what everyone does and thinks like this?
Now that the reform is being implemented and many parties are relying on foreigners, how can we cut off our own arms and anger them?
Foreigners are a hundred times nobler than the people of Qing country, so what's wrong with holding them up?
As for shouting and killing for such a trivial matter?
On the contrary, there were a few scholars nearby, and among the spectators, there were also some businessmen, with somewhat touched expressions in their eyes.
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Yes, why have you always felt that foreigners should be superior?
Do these people always think that Qingguo people should be inferior to others?
Just like when facing those dignitaries, the eight members of the royal family would consciously lower their bodies and kneel down to kowtow respectfully.
This is something that has been engraved in the bones. No one teaches it, so it comes naturally.
"Are we born to be inferior to others, bully me, humiliate me, slander me, and kill me? I still have to respect him and let him. After a few years, I will see how they themselves will be rich and glorious in the rest of their lives. ?”
"He Fangyuan, what are the consequences of writing this article? It doesn't mean that the relationship between the two parties will get better, but it will make foreigners think that we can be bullied. I will step on you, slap you in the face, and you still have to scream "Hello" .
You just want to be a dog by yourself, but you also want the world to become dogs with you. If things go on like this, all the Chinese people have become wild dogs wagging their tails begging for mercy. In their bones, they feel that everything about foreigners is good, and the moon abroad is also round... People's hearts are drawn to the ocean, and the country is ruined. You say, if you don’t deserve to die, who should? "
What he said made everyone in the newspaper office look pale.
This matter cannot be discussed in detail. Once the deepest secrets in the heart are revealed, it will make people feel ashamed.
Yes, why did the barbarians change their clothes, shave their hair, and do these weird things when they entered the country?
It's not just to break their spines and make them realize the truth, they must have the consciousness of being slaves.
You have to get used to being a dwarf.
Once the order "Keep your hair but not your head, keep your head but not your hair" is given, it will be carried out. Looking at the streets full of bare boar tails, who can proudly say that they are Chinese people in Han attire?
Except for those bloody men who died under the butcher's knife. The rest, one by one, are all slaves.
They are obedient people.
The bones were broken little by little.
It was the same when facing barbarians in the past, and it is the same when facing foreigners today.
"Do you know now why I want to kill you?"
After Zhang Kun finished speaking, he didn't want to say any more. The shaping of ideological concepts is never something that happens overnight. It is a long-term and arduous task.
The establishment of national self-confidence cannot be established by empty words.
At this time, the people were not wise enough, and they were all as stupid as pigs and sheep.
You talk too much and most people still don’t understand.
Even if you can understand it, you can't do anything.
After all, someone still has to open the way, and the law must be changed.
Even among the reformists, some people have selfish motives and some want high-ranking officials and rich salaries, but they do not really want to strengthen the country and enrich the people.
But no matter what their purpose is.
As long as we ask for change and break this stagnant water, that is a good thing.
Really, this dynasty can no longer get any worse.
"No, we can't just watch them fool around like this. In the end, they will only end up with Xuanyuan as a warning to the world. It's better to intervene and put things on the right track."
"Come to this world, leave your name when people pass by, leave your voice when geese pass by, even if it is not to collect dragon energy, break through the cultivation level, and go back to rescue your hometown. Even if it is for the thousands of suffering people in this world, for these people of the same roots and species Han people with the same blood, yellow skin and black hair. Isn’t it appropriate to do something within your ability?”
"Enrich the country, strengthen the army, awaken the people, enlighten the people's wisdom, resist foreign aggression, and let the vast land of China stand on top of the world again."
"I want to change my ways! Once I change, even the God of Light can't stop me when I come."
Zhang Kun's mind changed, a frightening light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted loudly: "Tian Qianli, don't you see, this great writer can't wait any longer? Drag him down and chop him down."
"yes."
Tian Qianliang raised his head and chest, took three steps and two steps at a time, grabbed He Fangyuan's neck, and carried him to the gate. Amidst the other party's cries like killing a pig, he swung his knife down.
The crying and howling suddenly stopped.
Not only was Tian Qianli's blood boiling after being silenced by Zhang Kun's deafening speech earlier.
Among the merchants and common people, some were deeply touched, and tears appeared in their eyes unknowingly.
Seeing He Fangyuan being beheaded, more than ten excited cheers rang out immediately.
"The people are awakened little by little... They are ignorant, they are stupid, just because no one can say it and no one can do it. Not everyone is born to be a low-boned slave."
Zhang Kun didn't even look at the bloody light at the door.
When he turned around and looked at the dozen or so people in the newspaper office, they all lowered their heads and no longer dared to look at him.
"Send out manpower to recover the newspapers. If they have been sold and cannot find a buyer, I will not make it difficult for you. Those that have not been sold will be taken back and burned on the spot."
Zhang Kun said calmly, pointing to one of the middle-aged scholars who was dressed simply, like an old farmer in the country, with a bitter look on his face, "Come and write, and write down clearly the ins and outs of the battle in front of the Yuanshun Escort Agency." Is it possible to use a fair and just tone, write a news article seriously, and reissue this issue of the newspaper?"
"Can do it, sir."
The middle-aged man was a little restrained, but he answered without hesitation.
Come to think of it, Zhang Kun's previous words were not without effect.
The others looked at each other in shock and did not dare to say anything. They quickly followed Zhang Kun's instructions and sent newspaper clerks to redeem the newspapers from the vendors again.
Moreover, not daring to offer any discounts, more than ten people rushed to various places to get back the newspapers they had previously sold.
As soon as this murderous devil came to the newspaper office, he first killed more than a dozen sergeants, and then chopped off the heads of two new writers in the newspaper office. His arrogance was simply outrageous.
No matter whether you have listened to his theory or not, or whether you agree with his ideas or not.
At least, at this moment, no one dares to stand up to the powerful and the blade.
…
"Wow, wow..."
After a while, a sound like a tidal wave came from the distance.
Some people shouted loudly, some people were furious, and the ground shook slightly.
Wang Jingya's expression changed slightly when she heard the sound, and she stepped out of the door in two short steps. After taking a look, he immediately raised his eyebrows: "It's the Dingwu Army. Many people are here, and Kang Beihai and the others are also here. Do we want to escape?"
"Qiang..."
The eight people who came with Yuanshun Escort all drew their weapons, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Everyone turned their heads and looked at Zhang Kun. It was up to him to decide whether to fight or run away.
"Why run away? We came here openly and did nothing shameful. Just in time, we have to have a good talk with Kang Beihai and Tan Weixin. Wait."
He was still very pleased.
Not to mention everyone in the Yuanshun Escort Bureau, at least the people around them still dared to fight to the death.
Don't ask about right and wrong, and don't ask who your opponent is.
As long as he gives the order, these people dare to rush forward and fight for their lives.
They are his real team, including some of the people in the current Yuanshun Escort Agency, and even Wu Zhongda who was sent to Jiangnan as an escort.
Before I knew it, I was finally no longer alone.
With a wave of arms, there should be almost a hundred people responding.
…
People came quickly.
The momentum is also very big...
The entire Dingwu Army law enforcement battalion, with guns and live ammunition behind them, seemed to be mobilized, and every one of them showed a fierce aura.
The leader was a short, big-headed middle-aged man wearing a black gold snake official uniform.
This middle-aged man was extremely majestic and waved his hand...
The five hundred soldiers behind him immediately dispersed and surrounded the newspaper office from all angles, holding spears.
Zhang Kun also saw that when this person stepped into Tai Street, there were three strange-looking and powerful warriors following him like shadows.
Except that this person is particularly eye-catching, and he walks with the pace of a dragon and a tiger.
The middle-aged man walking side by side with him was also particularly imposing...
He was also dressed in official uniform, with a short beard on his chin, a round face, a bare forehead, and a melancholy expression.
It seems that he is worried about state affairs and family affairs every day... Looking at it gives people a heavy feeling of compassion.
The person in front should be Yuan Shuangcheng, the current Dingwu Army, the Commander-in-Chief of the Wuwei Right Army, and a military training wizard of this era.
Sure enough, he has the air of a general.
And that middle-aged man with short beard and forty years old, who is worried about the country and the people, and whose face is full of vicissitudes of life, should be Kang Beihai.
Following him, all those who were half a step behind to show respect were his disciple Liang Shaofu, as well as Tan Weixin, Yang Shen, Yang Rui, Liu Guangdi, Kang Huairen, Lin Chao, etc. who were very famous in another world. The famous "Six Gentlemen".
Leading the sword into success, living up to the youth's reputation.
Looking at this group of scholars, they are either Jinshi or Juren. Moreover, they are all well-versed in Chinese and Western studies and are capable and dedicated scholars.
Zhang Kun couldn't help but take a few more glances.
What kind of bloody spirit and thoughts are there to abandon the future and make a desperate effort to carry out the reform to the end.
Even when he was beheaded in the end, he did not repent and ask for mercy.
When he saw this group of people stepping on the blood stains in the lobby, they walked in without stopping. You know, scholars and scholars are actually different.
Some people are naturally courageous and heroic, while others are completely spineless.
As several figures in high-grade official uniforms walked in, people knelt down inside and outside the lobby.
These people had no time to leave and did not dare to leave.
I was forced to watch this drama.
But the people in the newspaper office had no chance to leave at all. With Zhang Kun staring at them, they didn't dare to have any ideas.
I had to obey my orders.
The two ferocious heads at the gate told them that offending the court was not a big deal, but offending the young man in front of them was a beheading business.
Seeing a group of people coming in at this time, several people in the newspaper office burst into tears, screamed "teacher" loudly, and knelt down in unison.
In this way, Zhang Kun, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair and motionless in all directions, was extremely conspicuous.
Of course, there were also the bodyguards behind him who were holding swords and guns, their whole bodies tense.
Kang Beihai stepped into the door and glanced at the two corpses like a falcon, unable to bear to look at them more.
Those are his proud students.
He is a disciple of thatched cottage.
Now, his head was chopped off and he died a miserable death.
He said nothing, turned his head and stared at Zhang Kun on the Grand Master's chair. For a moment, he didn't know how to speak.
After Yuan Shuangcheng came in, his eyes were first attracted by the row of neatly fallen corpses of soldiers.
His facial muscles twitched wildly, and he glanced horrifyingly at the dozen or so soldiers who were squatting in the corner and were being held captive by the gun, and then spoke a word through his teeth.
"I want an explanation. Otherwise, not only will Big Sword Wang Wu be unable to save you, but even if the emperor comes in person, he will not be able to save your life."
Yuan Shuangcheng, who was discussing how to deal with the crisis with Kang Beihai, Tan Weixin and others, was shocked when he heard the newspaper clerk's hurried cry.
There are actually such crazy people in the capital.
Not only did he kill scholars and scholars, but he also killed more than ten soldiers who were sent to protect the newspaper office from harassment.
Just like killing a chicken or a goose, you will not be merciful at all.
If Big Sword Wang Wu hadn't been here, he would have pointed at the opponent's nose and questioned him.
Your escort agency has such a "fanatic"?
