Chapter 378 Bone-Crushing Method

As for where the new Qajar rebels should go to find enough high-powered explosives?

They chose to give the answer to this difficult question to the supreme God Allah.

The rebels, covered in the smell of gunpowder, turned around and returned to the new base manor they had just occupied.

The manor owner who was unwilling to lend his house and wife and daughter had died lying in a pool of blood, but his frozen eyes were still staring at the thugs who were committing unforgivable crimes.

A Qajar man who was called a hero of the struggle by others shook himself several times, then slowly stood up. The fear and aftermath of facing the British devil were also vented with the act of release. He now felt refreshed and refreshed, and his heart was filled with surging blood again.

He glanced at the magnificent manor hall and saw all kinds of modern British-style decorative objects placed in the hall, steel, glass, mechanical cabinet clocks... These things that went against the noble Quran tradition made this person feel disgusted.

He turned around and spat at the bloody white lamb on the ground, saying viciously: "This damn Rashisud, Allah allowed them to do business just to make a proper profit to support their livelihood, but he traded the fruits of our brothers and sisters' daily work to the evil British demons in exchange for dirty money!"

"Brothers, please don't be restrained and compassionate, please vent your pressure on Rashisud's wife and daughter."

"She is the warrior who can contribute her body to the resistance for freedom. "They should feel sacred and noble for their supreme honor."

"But they still want to attack us stubbornly. It must be that the devil of Great Britain has corrupted their ignorant hearts... They are no longer pious and pure!"

"Let us cleanse their hearts with our sincere faith in Allah!"

The man who thought he was the leader of the resistance waved his hand heroically, and the skinny poor people who had been waiting for a long time roared and pounced on the trembling lambs like hungry wolves.

"Now, brothers and sisters, please join me in praying to Allah, the Supreme Great One and the Almighty. May Allah have mercy on us and send us the sacred weapon that can defeat the evil of Great Britain."

The leader of the rebels stood in the middle of the dirty and filthy hall, placed his hands on his chest, and recited devoutly: "In the name of Allah, the Most Merciful and the Most Merciful."

"All praises are due to Allah, the Lord of the world."

"The Most Merciful and the Most Merciful, the Lord of the Day of Judgment."

"We only worship you, only ask for your help, and ask you to guide us on the right path."

"The path of those you help is not the path of those who are condemned, nor the path of those who are misguided."

The leader of the rebels raised his hands high, as if to establish an illusory connection with the sky, and he shouted the words of great praise, "Allahhu Akbar! Allahhu Akbar! Allahhu Akbar!!!"

Bang-as the great praise of the leader of the rebels fell, a heavy object fell in front of the manor door as if to cater to it.

The overjoyed rebels went out and saw a huge wooden box placed in front of the door. The wooden box was filled with various guns and explosives. There was also a user manual written in the local language, and even a copy of the security distribution information of Great Britain in various important locations in the local area.

The ecstatic rebels looked up to the sky and shouted praises.

"Praise Allah! Praise Allah!"

"Allahu Akbar!"

And the 'great Allah' they praised was standing on the top of the Kindness Mountain at this moment, overlooking the city not far away that was gradually swallowed by the night.

The golden lion eyes could penetrate dozens of miles away, and vaguely saw tiny figures walking through the city of Shiraz and the burning sparks.

The ancient city of Shiraz also seemed to bloom with flaming flowers, the blood-red petals ignited the gorgeous civil engineering buildings, the white-skinned pagan demons fled in panic in the fire, and the center of the pistil was a charred and broken human figure.

The insatiable flames greedily devoured all life in front of them, whether it was the British or the Qajars, they would be buried in the sea of ​​fire and burn until there was nothing left to burn.

Two thousand years ago, when Alexander III crossed the Bosphorus, the Battle of Issus and the Battle of Gaugamela were defeated in succession, and the Shadowless Empire was on the verge of extinction.

But the lion was limited to the order when the general left and could not take action at all. It could only watch the descendants of Perseus end the great Shadowless Empire.

Today, the beautiful city of Shiraz, as beautiful as a pearl, has been occupied by a group of ignorant pagans.

The believers of the false god actually occupied the holy land that once gave birth to the true god.

"Mortals are like garbage." The lion said calmly, "Even if they are piled up into a mountain, they are still as small as dust."

"A few insignificant rewards are enough to make them confused and kill each other. Their wills are as weak as a ball of mud. How can such weak mortals occupy the homeland of the Shadowless Empire?!"

"If the general hadn't ordered me to strictly guard the tombs of the kings, I would have already..."

The lion's whiskers fluttered wildly, and the lion's body trembled. The heat from the bronze skin should have been invisible, but it took on a specific shape when it fell into the cold air. It was a trembling ripple that the air couldn't bear.

"But in fact, you have been waiting for this counterattack for a long time, right?" The ugly alien insect fluttered its wings and slowly landed behind the lion's tail, uttering the ancient Semitic branch language.

"Those mortal-level weapons, those operating manuals and deployment information, you have been eager to stir up a dispute between the Qajar Dynasty and Great Britain for a long time, right?"

The ancient lion turned around and looked at the ugly moth with an unhappy face. The lion's whiskers fluttered wildly, and it swung out its deformed lion tail like a hammer, directly whipping the ugly moth with many tongues thirty feet away.

"Watch your attitude when you speak, moth!"

"Don't forget, you are still redeeming your sins now."

"If it weren't for your magical power of forgetfulness, which can even slightly work on the general's prohibitions... I would have torn you to pieces to the point where there is no more torn!"

The moth's body had collapsed into many shocking scars under the careless blow of the ancient lion, but strangely, no blood oozes out.

It seemed to ignore the intricate scars all over its body, and it flew behind the lion with a slight flap of its wings. The scars were already creeping and slowly healing.

But after this incident, the tone of the ugly moth became much more respectful, and even a bit of flattery could be tasted.

"Great Lord Lion, you are absolutely right, I was rude."

"Honorable Lord Lion, I wonder if there is anything else I can do for you next?"

"If not..."

The ancient lion naturally understood the content of the second half of the unfinished words of this despicable and dirty ugly moth, and it couldn't help but smile contemptuously, and the golden lion's eyes shone with a hot light like molten lava.

"Of course I won't forget your reward."

"If it weren't for you, the arrogant moth, who wantonly attacked my forge, even if you had helped me forget some of the general's prohibitions, I wouldn't have been able to directly fight back against the British... It was precisely because of the cause and effect of your attack as a British moth that I was able to successfully and sincerely conceal the general's increasingly weakening prohibitions and instigate a conflict between the Caesars and the British under the pretext of counterattack."

"What a despicable moth, accept your reward for betraying your compatriots!"

"This is one of the 7749 ways to break bones you want!"

The lion's tail, which was deformed like a nail head and a thin pole, pierced into the ugly moth's body, and the sharp clanging and hissing of swords and knives resounded on the top of the Kindness Mountain.