A Fictional Version of the Republic of China (9)

In the past two days, the adults in the village felt a little like they were in a dream.

After all, the bodies here have been buried, but the body over there that was massacred in the village has not yet been buried.

When it comes to emotions, the Chinese people are very particular about staying in their graves.

In terms of rationality, if we just leave the corpse alone, there might be some epidemic disease.

Because there were too many people, they couldn't be buried separately, so they were buried together.

However, someone suggested that the surviving girls find their families individually, but they refused.

"Since we all walked together, let's bury them together. Under Huangquan Road, we have company."

Several people rummaged through the village's white cloth, wore linen and mourning, and even the baby girl who was cured in her infancy had a white belt tied around her little arm.

Ji Changze stood by the pit, looking at the dead innocent villagers inside. He waited until the sun set before waving his hand: "Bury them."

Dirt fell on those in the pit.

Beside the pit, several girls cried and knelt down, sending the whole village off for the last journey.

Ji Changze walked up to them, looked at the corpses in the pit whose faces were gradually covered with soil, and suddenly said: "I heard that if people lose their lives in troubled times, and if too many people die, there will be people down there to pick them up. , comfort them well and send them away. As long as they are buried in peace, they will not suffer at all when they leave. "

The girls who were crying were stunned, looking at the little Douding in front of them with tears in their eyes, sobbing and asking: "Really, really?"

Ji Changze said seriously: "I have read many books, so you believe me."

In this world of feudal superstition, Ji Changze's words gave comfort to several girls who had lost their families.

Ji Changze taught them a few verses from scriptures and asked them to recite them facing the edge of the pit.

"If you recite it for more than two hours, the soul of the deceased will be saved and he will be able to rest in peace."

The girls learned it seriously and did not dare to stop kneeling by the pit and reciting for a moment.

Wang Qiyi leaned over and knelt beside the pit and read along.

Ji Changze: "?"

He stepped forward and grabbed the subordinate and pulled him away: "What are you doing? You have nothing to do, right? Didn't I ask you to continue to practice your acting skills? Do you know it will be useful?"

Wang[[jealousy. slip. Son. arts. study. most. quick. [Fa]-] Qiyi smiled at Ji Changze: "Boss, isn't this what you just said? Reciting sutras can save them. I will recite sutras for my father-in-law and my mother-in-law to save them."

Ji Changze: "? Your father-in-law, mother-in-law?"

"Here."

Wang Qiyi pointed at the youngest girl: "She is my future daughter-in-law. Although she has not agreed to me yet, it must be because the whole family is not in the mood after her death. I believe that as long as I work hard, she will accept it sooner or later. mine."

Ji Changze looked at the girl who was only a teenager but already taller than the 17 or 18-year-old boy in the village, and then looked at the dwarf Wang Qiyi in front of him: "...work hard, I believe in you."

"Don't recite the sutras if you don't want to, I'm just fooling them."

Wang Qiyi was very happy after being praised: "???"

His face was full of confusion: "Fooling?? Fake? But I think you are serious about what you said, boss."

"Are you talking nonsense? How can I fool people if I don't take it seriously? Everyone is dead anyway, why don't you say something nice to make the living feel at ease?"

Wang Qiyi still didn't understand: "But this is a lie..."

"Is there something wrong in your mind? Is it possible to tell them that when a person dies, he or she is dead? Do you think it is better to tell them that when a member of their family dies, they will lose everything? Or tell them that as long as they recite sutras, these dead people will be there. Can you get a better salvation? You never use your brain when doing things. How can I let you do the assigned tasks with peace of mind?"

Wang Qisheng was afraid that the boss would hit someone as he spoke, so he quickly protected his head and nodded, "Yes, yes, yes, boss, I understand. The boss deserves to be the boss, and all the things he made up are so true."

Ji Changze touched his chin and looked at the large pit filled with corpses.

"However, it's not necessarily true that there are no ghosts in the world. Maybe there are ghosts coming to pick people up now, but we just can't see them."

Wang Qiyi shuddered at what he said out of thin air: "Boss, can you stop talking? It sounds so scary."

"What's so scary? If it were an evil ghost, it would have caused trouble to the world long ago. Since this has never happened, it means that even if there are ghosts, there are rules. Otherwise, where would the legendary Meng Po Tang and ghosts come from? of?"

Ji Changze felt that he quite believed this.

Ghosts are also transformed by humans. In troubled times, ghosts will probably be gentler when doing things.

He turned around, propped up his chin and began to look at the sky again, thinking about what to do next.

People die, people who are alive still have to live well.

What he didn't know was that behind him, the space that was supposed to be open space was filled with dead people.

"Slow down, don't be crowded, drink Meng Po soup before going down."

A skull was serving Mengpo soup. When it turned around and saw many crying children in the queue, it sighed, lowered its head and began to stick skin on itself. Soon, the scary skull turned into A very thin "normal person".

The skinny kid handed a bowl of soup to the frightened and sobbing five-year-old kid in front of him, and coaxed him softly: "Drink it, it's delicious, there's meat in it. After drinking this, you'll forget what you need to forget." , no longer afraid.”

The child wiped his tears and looked at him carefully. When he saw that he was not wearing a military uniform, he asked in a low voice: "Uncle, am I dead? I saw that my stomach was torn by a knife. Then, can I not see it?" Are you here?"

"How could it be? Aren't your parents right behind you?" After the kid finished speaking, he pointed behind the child. The child's parents hurriedly saluted the ghost master.

"But, but my stomach is bleeding, it hurts... there is a knife in my stomach."

The kid knelt down, touched the child's head, and said softly: "Be good, after drinking the soup, you won't remember any unhappy things, and your stomach won't hurt anymore."

The child took it in a daze and drank it in two sips.

The child's mother stood aside, looking at everything around her with a worried face, and carefully bowed to the kid: "Sir, where will we go?"

Seeing the fear on her face and the confusion in the child's eyes, the kid lowered his voice and said, "The dead will sleep for twenty years before being reincarnated. Twenty years from now, they will no longer be like this."

"Go ahead, you have worked hard in this life."

Accompanied by the sound of the sutra, the dead filed away one by one.

A few kid stretched themselves: "I heard that more than 30,000 people died today alone. Hey, the population of the underworld is about to explode again."

"What's going on? Didn't you say it's much better up there than before?"

"It's much better. One time before, 130,000 people died in one day. At any rate, it was 100,000 less than before."

"What happened this time?"

"A city was attacked at night. The residents were sleeping and most of them didn't run out. In addition, many villages in this area were massacred. Many dead bodies were still thrown on the ground. Their souls were floating everywhere. We still want another one. Let’s go find each other. Hey, let’s go back. I’m very busy today.”

"Where are those foreign ghosts?"

"You don't care about them. If they like Piao Piao, they will come across the ocean to invade our side. Okay, I'll see how long it takes for them to float back to their own country after they die."

"They are not like us. They will specially send ghosts to foreign countries to bring back our own ghosts, and let them float around, as long as you like."

"Speaking of which, these ghosts are lucky today. Someone actually saw them off. Hey, this kid..."

A ghost floated strangely next to Ji Changze, lowered his head and sniffed him: "The smell on him is so strange, it doesn't look like he was reincarnated here..."

It reached out and wanted to touch it tentatively.

Ji Changze suddenly turned around and swept his sharp eyes around in front of him.

Kid: "..."

It froze up and didn't dare to move.

Wang Qi ran over: "Boss, what's wrong?"

"It felt like someone was watching me."

"Where is there? Aren't we just the two of us?"

Ji Changze glanced around in front of him again with a straight face, and then slowly turned around after confirming that there was indeed no one.

The kid just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to stretch out his claws again. Ji Changze, who had just turned around, suddenly turned his head again, and his eyes were so sharp that they didn't look like a child, like a knife, scraping every inch in front of him.

it:"……"

Not daring to move any more, the kid floated back in fear.

"How is it? Did you come from another reincarnation?"

"I don't know, but this guy is not easy to mess with. He is very scary. If you see him next time, stay away. Otherwise, I'm afraid he will be destroyed by his ghost."

"Are you talking nonsense? Isn't this just a living child?"

"You can't do it."

They were discussing. The more Ji Changze looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong here. He frowned and walked slowly over, looking around carefully. His sharp eyes passed over the imps, even though he knew he couldn't see them. A group of But the little ghost still subconsciously stood up all over his body.

"...Forget it, I'd better stay away, it looks quite scary."

Anyway, the work was done, and the little devils ran away.

Wang Qiyi looked at Ji Changze walking around in the open space with a confused face: "Boss, what are you looking for?"

"I don't know, I just feel like there's something here."

Ji Changze stretched out his hand and waved the air in front of him, thoughtfully: "It seems to be gone now."

"There's nothing there. There's nothing."

Ji Changze still felt something was wrong.

He suddenly asked Wang Qiyi: "Can you see ghosts if you put cow's tears on it, right?"

Wang Qiyi: "..."

"Are you thinking about asking this question?"

Ji Changze: "Yes, I think there is a ghost here."

Wang Qiyi: "..."

Wang Qiyi: "..."

"I'd better go and recite sutras...Boss, did you...didn't you sleep well last night? Go to bed early today."

He ran away cowardly.

Only Ji Changze was left, facing the empty space where he could no longer sense anything, and fell into deep thought.

If there really are ghosts, can these ghosts be used by him?

He was worried that there were too few people under his command. Wouldn't it be great if even ghosts could count?

After Ji Changze returned, he conducted a series of experiments.

He tried it all, including cow tears, seeing ghosts at midnight, living in tents in graveyards, etc. He tried to seize every opportunity to recruit soldiers and horses, and even bought sacrificial incense and various cakes to try to seduce.

It's a pity that this is a non-supernatural world after all. If you really want to see a ghost, you can only die.

After a lot of trouble, Ji Changze had no choice but to give up this road. He had no idea that he had really attracted a lot of ghosts who could move freely. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried to put on the friendly boss face of "Come work here, three insurances and one housing fund, food and accommodation, guaranteed to be cost-effective", the ghosts were scared away by his terrifying aura of "kill gods and Buddhas" as soon as they approached.

Maybe it is true that heroes emerge in troubled times?

How could there be such a guy who almost scared the ghosts to death before he even got close.

"Eh..."

Ji Changze sighed helplessly, not knowing that he had missed a group of ghost subordinates.

They are short of people.

Now their organization has a clear path, and the adults in the village have also joined the organization.

Of course, there were also people who shamelessly and shamelessly said, "How can a child be in charge of a family?" If a family should be in charge, it should be an adult. However, Ji Changze could understand that there would always be a mean person among a hundred good people, so he was just kind and easy to talk to and picked up a piece of wood to break the other person's leg. Since then, no one has ever said that it is okay for children to fight.

Although only that person said this.

After all, Ji Changze has recruited almost all the children of the right age in the village, and the adults in the village are the relatives of these children.

They are simple and honest. After knowing this, they will only think, "My child is so young and has done a good job in his career. I am so proud." Who would think, "My child is doing a good job in his career. I want to take it away and do it myself."

What is the purpose?

Do they have brains, plans, or skills?

Except for their strength, how can they compare with these children?

So the guy who was crippled by Ji Changze not only failed to get sympathy from others, but was also despised.

He even wanted to steal the achievements of children.

Pah, shameless.

Bullying a group of children.

Pah, do you have any conscience.

The man whose leg was crippled: "..."

Who is bullying whom?

The one who was crippled was him, okay? ? ?

But no one listened to his remarks.

He originally had a bad reputation in the village. His parents loved him the most, but he cheated the family's money to gamble, and when he came back with a debt, he only told the gambling house to take his sister to pay off the debt.

When the gambling house came to arrest him, the brother and sister-in-law happened to be at home, and they hurriedly stopped them. After asking the whole story, the old couple gritted their teeth and paid the money, and then drove the man out, telling him directly that they would not care if he owed debts outside and was beaten to death.

The gambling house knew that he had no money, and would not let him go in to gamble. From then on, he lived in a broken hut, stealing chickens and dogs, and there was nothing he couldn't do.

Everyone in the village knew what kind of person he was, and they were all on guard against him. Gradually, when he couldn't steal anything, he went to the city to steal. Later, he was caught and beaten up, and then he came back to farm honestly.

So this time, he said this and that to Ji Changze with an expression of "what do you know, little brat?", and the whole thing was to kick this group of "old" children out of the team and let the adults "that is, him" replace Ji Changze.

Then, his legs were broken, and he lay in the broken house and howled every day.

No one in the village felt sorry for him, even his parents were ashamed of him.

What kind of person is he.

Even if they are illiterate, they still know the normal principles. The children established an organization, went to save people regardless of danger, and found a batch of wooden warehouses. In the end, they saved the whole village and killed the foreigners surrounding the village.

They have done everything, and you come to pick peaches to eat?

What good things are you thinking?

How can your face be thicker than the city wall?

Some people are worried that this kid has bad intentions and will cause trouble in the future, so they suggested to Ji Changze to drive him out of the village.

Ji Changze flatly refused, with a face full of righteousness: "Now there is chaos everywhere outside, and his leg is still lame. Driving him away at this time is equivalent to letting him die. After all, we are from the same village. Even if we don't look at his face, we have to look at the face of Uncle Yi."

The elder who came to persuade Ji Changze sighed and admired: "Changze, you are still a good person. I have lived for decades, but I am not as clear-headed as you, a child."

"In fact, it's just for Uncle Yi's face. Uncle Yi is still working as a village doctor at such an old age. It's so hard. I don't want him to worry too much about this son."

Ji Changze waved his hand, with a face full of helplessness: "Anyway, he is just yelling, let him yell, after all, we are from the same village, leave a line for people, and then we can meet each other. We can't kill them all. I will bear a little grievance."

The elder left with admiration.

Judging from the posture, he was going to go out and find someone to brag about Ji Changze.

Seeing him leave, Ji Changze continued to write and draw on the notebook.

Now he is basically the person in charge of the entire village, and he has a lot more things to do than before. He has to make all the decisions about personnel allocation, but he is very busy.

Wang Qiyi, who was in charge of copying, looked at him carefully and asked: "Boss, are you really not going to drive Zhou Sanma away for the sake of Uncle Yi? He looks at you like a venomous snake, and I'm afraid he will really do something to you."

Ji Changze wrote slowly and answered with two minds: "Zhou Sanma is a person without conscience, an ungrateful person, who doesn't know how to remember kindness but only knows how to remember grudges. Whether I drive him away or not, he will find a chance to retaliate.

Instead of driving him away and not knowing who he met outside and what he did, and then he suddenly came back to bite me and I couldn't figure out the situation, it's better to leave him in the village. Even if he really wants to do something, I can know it in advance. "

"Also, he is not guilty of a capital crime now, so I can't do anything to him. When he commits a capital crime, then even if I kill him, it can be considered legitimate. Everyone will see that I have tolerated him again and again. It is he who doesn't know whether to live or die. If I kill him, people will only say that he deserves it. "

Wang Qiyi: "? ? ? But didn't you just say that you should leave a line for others so that we can meet again in the future? ? "

Ji Changze didn't even raise his eyelids, opened a piece of paper, and continued to write another one. His tone was neither salty nor bland, and he was very calm:

"This is only suitable for peacetime. Now there are wars everywhere, and people are dying every day. At this time, leaving the enemy alive is not called leaving a line for others, that is called leaving danger. Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots is the right way to survive now. ”

Wang Qiyi: “…………”

I understood what he said.

“But I don’t understand, if you think so, why do you say that on the surface? What you think makes sense. I believe that even if you say it out loud, people will understand you.”

Ji Changze finally put down his pen this time.

He looked at the shortest brother in silence for several seconds before asking, “Is your brain filled with paste?”

“What kind of people are people least wary of? People who are kind and easy to talk to. What kind of people are people most wary of? People who are full of calculations and take ten steps at a time.”

“If I tell others about this, people will be on guard against me no matter what I do in the future. I will be a hundred times more tired than before? I never use my brain to think about things.”

Wang Qiyi was scolded, but he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. After all, it was a common occurrence.

He coughed a few times: “Boss, we have swept several places in the past few days, killed many foreigners, and confiscated many weapons. Is it time to show up now? But you said before that there are spies everywhere. If we are really exposed, will there be spies sneaking in? "

Ji Changze continued to write: "Not only that, there will be people trying to bribe our villagers."

Wang Qiyi was nervous all of a sudden.

He is not afraid of spies from outside. After all, they are outsiders. No matter how hard they try, their own people will be on guard.

But it would be bad if the villagers were bribed.

Their own people know their own people. Betrayal from their own people is the most deadly. This is the truth that the boss taught them at the beginning.

"Well, well, what should we do? There are so many people in our village. What if someone is really bribed? What if we are caught off guard? "

Ji Changze took a deep breath.

He now really doubted whether it was right or wrong to send Wang Qiyi out to do the mission.

Wang Qiyi was so stupid, could he really survive if he went out?

But thinking about it, among so many subordinates, Wang Qiyi was the least stupid and had the best acting skills, so he could only accept this reality helplessly.

"Otherwise, do you think I kept Zhou Sanma just to find a suitable opportunity to kill him?"

Wang Qiyi was at a loss: "Zhou Sanma, what does this have to do with Zhou Sanma?"

"Zhou Sanma is not welcome in the village and has a bad reputation. Not only in our village, but also some people in the city know this. In addition, he just offended me and broke his leg. Now he hides in the house and scolds me every day. This matter cannot be concealed. What do you think, if someone wants to bribe someone in the village, is it better to bribe someone who has no grudges against me and even relies on me to take care of his children at home, or to bribe Zhou Sanma who has a grudge against me and wants to kill me?"

"That must be Zhou Sanma! "Wang Qi slapped his thighs and finally understood: "As expected of the boss, he is very clear about the calculations."

Ji Changze: "...Follow me more these days, I will teach you a lesson."

With such a temper, he really didn't feel at ease to get him out.

****

A new force has emerged in Guangnan.

Although it is a small force, this group of civilian forces actually wiped out a foreign regiment on their own.

And their own number is not enough to form a regiment, and even before they became an organization, they were just a small village.

In this era where telegrams can't stop at the slightest movement, this news quickly spread to all parts of the country.

After confirming that this is indeed a civilian force, most of the forces didn't take it seriously.

On the other hand, the foreigners heard that the top leaders had issued an order to wipe out this force and avenge their army.

They said that they only had a thousand people and could barely It was just a small village, and the foreigners sent out 5,000 people, which was considered very cautious.

Unfortunately, they failed again this time, 5,000 against 1,000. Not only did they fail, but many of them were captured alive. They announced to the world, want these soldiers? No problem, give them food and money, and they will release them.

Otherwise, forget about it, they imitated a certain country and killed them on the spot.

The foreigners had no choice.

This force seemed to have predicted everything.

They were a non-governmental organization, not an official organization. No matter how much pressure they put on the official organization, it was useless. Moreover, they didn't know how the other party got it on the newspaper. Now almost everyone in the country knows that a Chinese village rose up to resist when the foreigners massacred the village, and formed a militia team on their own to kill the foreigners.

As a result, the foreigners sent out 5,000 people to surround and kill. Not only did they defeat them, but they also detained a group of prisoners. They would not release them unless they were paid.

The deadline was approaching. If they did not release the prisoners, they would be killed on the spot just like the Chinese people who were killed by a certain country before.

An old man was sitting at the dinner table, planning to read the newspaper while eating. He picked up the newspaper in his hand and saw it. His brows relaxed and he laughed out loud: "I didn't expect that our country actually has such a sharp army! Good fight!! We should kill the sharpness of these foreigners! They even dared to massacre our people!"

In a tea shop, farmers who got up early to sell vegetables carried their loads and walked a long way to the city gate. They were tired and sweaty. They sat down and asked for a bowl of tea for a penny, and drank it in big gulps to clear their lungs.

Suddenly, he heard a cheer. The vegetable farmer looked up curiously and saw a few people dressed as students sitting on the other side, looking at the newspaper with excitement.

"Good deduction!!! They were the ones who attacked our army first and killed so many of our soldiers. They even have the nerve to ask for war compensation. Now they should compensate us!"

"This is probably the hero of the green forest written in the script!"

"A thousand people can win against five thousand people, which shows that these foreigners are just so-so!"

"Shh, don't say such things outside."

"What are you afraid of? This is Marshal Hu's territory. Can those foreigners fly over and destroy me with a wooden warehouse?!"

"I think they are also approaching the end of the world. Look, even the militia organized by ordinary people can beat them like this. What is there to be afraid of! They still have the nerve to put pressure on the government to ask them to wipe out the [rebels]. Bah! If they hadn't massacred the village first, how could the ordinary people be forced to resist?"

The vegetable farmers were itching to hear this. They only heard that it should be a good thing for the Chinese people.

But this group of students knew at a glance that they were from a wealthy family. They were of low status and did not dare to approach. They could only listen carefully with curiosity in their hearts. When they entered the city, the newsboy ran over with a happy face.

"Extra edition, Extra edition, our militia won a great victory with 1,000 against 5,000 foreign soldiers."

It seemed that everyone on the street was talking about this.

The vegetable farmers sold vegetables while listening to the discussions of pedestrians on the street. It took more than an hour to figure out what happened.

At this moment, even though they knew that the militia was far away from them, they were proud of each other wholeheartedly.

That's how it should be!

The foreigners are bullying too much!

They should let the foreigners know that they are not easy to bully!

Ji Changze knew very well that when they were still weak (he thought), they should still create public opinion, so under his urging, several younger brothers who were considered to have literary talent almost scratched their hair bald before they worked together to write a manuscript that Ji Changze nodded.

Then, he submitted it to the newspaper.

The boss of the newspaper was a patriot. Even though he knew that doing so might offend foreigners, he still published it without hesitation, and did not forget to state in the newspaper that if the boss of the newspaper was assassinated one day, please remember that it doesn't matter if he dies, there are tens of millions of newspaper bosses standing up.

- This is the surface situation.

The reality is that Ji Changze directly acquired a newspaper and fabricated a boss. The boss's original household registration, current household registration, name, age, wife's household registration, how many children, etc. were all fabricated perfectly.

There are also advantages to troubled times. As long as you are willing to pay, even if you want the dead to be "resurrected", it's no problem.

Afterwards, the "boss" ordered the newspaper to be published.

This manuscript, which almost drove those talented younger brothers crazy, was really well written.

At the beginning, the foreigners slaughtered the village, and were discovered by several relatives from the neighboring village who came to visit (they killed the foreigners by the way). The relatives witnessed the tragedy and ran back to their village when it was dark. Then they saw another group of foreigners at the gate of their village. They were terrified and full of despair (then they killed the foreigners too).

After despair, they took a detour back to the village and told the villagers about this terrible situation.

The whole village was trembling with fear (this is true, they were tired of digging graves), but they knew that they might be killed if they could not run far, so, with the encouragement of Mr. Xue, the only scholar in the village (Mr. Xue Wu: I am not, I didn’t), they picked up farm tools (shovels) and fought back (digging pits). Finally, at dark, they ended the battle (digging a big pit).

The foreigners were killed by them, and they thought they had escaped a disaster and could live a peaceful life from then on, farming, weeding, working from sunrise to sunset.

Unexpectedly, another group of foreigners arrived. They kept saying that they wanted to avenge their dead comrades, but they were the first to massacre the village.

They killed so many ordinary Chinese people, but did not allow these innocent people to resist.

In their eyes, the Chinese people who had been trampled under their feet were even breathing wrong.

For the first time, the villagers experienced what it felt like to lose their country. Even though their country had not yet perished, these foreigners could not wait to start bullying and slaughtering them, the "slaves of the lost country".

This time, they picked up the wooden barns and launched a fierce resistance.

They would rather die in battle than protect their country.

Fortunately, they won.

They did not kill the remaining foreigners. They were different from this group of invaders. They had a conscience and would not take pleasure in killing like that group of people. They would only kill the foreigners if they did not pay them. these people.

The lives of these people are in the hands of the foreigners themselves, and the life of China is also in the hands of the Chinese themselves. Here, they encourage everyone to join the army and resist the foreigners together. The following is the address of joining the army: x, place x, province x, Please contact Mr. Ji.

Yes, Ji Changze chose the simplest and crudest way to recruit people; advertising.

At this time, there had never been any force openly advertising in newspapers, let alone one that was full of innocence.

The Chinese felt sorry for their compatriots and lamented with enthusiasm that they had really done something that many people would not dare to do.

What foreigners see from the other side is completely different.

The whole newspaper wrote, "We are innocent villagers. It was because the foreigners bullied us too much that we [had to] resist [a little]. Who knew you were still so [shameless]? You are clearly the aggressor. If you still dare to come for revenge, then we can only [resist hard]. As for why we just want to resist but you have lost so many people, please ask yourselves this question.

Anyway, either we send money or we kill people. Of course, even if we kill people, you can't accuse us of being cold-blooded and ruthless, because we have said that we intend to "imitate a certain country". If you accuse us, you are blaming a certain country.

Moreover, we said, don’t kill if you give us money. If someone dies in the end, it should be your fault. An army that is not even willing to redeem its own soldiers, yo yo yo, there will be people willing to do it for you. Working hard?

Who doesn’t know that your great empire is very rich? [It doesn’t matter if you don’t know, we will help you promote it]. If you don’t give me any money, it shows that you don’t care about your soldiers at all.

Of course, if you give it, we will get the right way to make money. If you have the ability, come and fight. We dare to detain someone and ask for money once. If you are not afraid of bankruptcy, just come.

"Shameless bastard!!!"

An officer finished reading the newspaper and tore it into pieces in anger.

"Give him money! I want to see if he has spent his life after taking the money!"

"But now the news outside is very unfavorable to us. The adults have already warned us and asked us to keep a low profile. If we cause public outrage among the Chinese at this time, we will lose a lot."

The officer's face was livid with anger, but now that the situation was special, he could only hold back this breath.

"Okay! I'll endure it. When this matter is over, I will immediately lead my people to kill these shameless Chinese and the newspaper company that dares to slander the reputation of our empire. I will scrape off the flesh of the newspaper owner with one knife!"

He swallowed his anger, gritted his teeth and approved the money and food.

On the third day, the Chinese people were still angry.

The newspaper owner disappeared. Bullet holes were found in the home where he lived, and there were still blood stains on the floor that had not been wiped dry.

At the same time, someone revealed that a certain foreign military officer had promised to go out and cut off the newspaper owner's flesh with a knife.

Then the situation at the newspaper owner's house suddenly changed. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like a perfect scene of murder and corpse destruction.

The "militiamen" were enraged and declared the deal invalid. Since the foreigners were unwilling to redeem their soldiers, they would not say yes on the surface and kill them secretly to force them to fall out. Who doesn't know that the newspaper owner is one of theirs? Killing someone at this time? Isn't it just to force them to cancel the deal on their own initiative? If you really want to save people, why not just send money?

Isn't it just that he doesn't want to give up money, and he doesn't want to give up his prestige in the eyes of the soldiers?

Shameless foreigners! We've seen through you!

When others thought about it, it seemed that this was indeed the case. If a foreigner killed the newspaper owner at this time, wouldn't it be an announcement of his rebellion?

For a time, the Chinese were talking a lot, and everyone in the foreign army gradually became in danger.

Everyone knows that they are rich, but the higher-ups are not even willing to rescue the captives. So what are they going through life and death for?

People's minds are impetuous, so there is only one opportunity missing.

After Ji Changze finished taking the telegram, he looked at the newspaper owner's identity document that did not exist in his hand and threw it into the brazier.

Wang Qiyi asked him: "Boss, will they find out that these foreigners actually died during the battle?"

"We killed them directly in Wanshi Pit, but they never showed up. There are many things that no one in the village knows, how could outsiders know."

A thousand men fight against five thousand well-equipped foreigners. It's easy to win, but the opponent still has thousands of people as prisoners? What are you dreaming about?

If it weren't for the terrain, they wouldn't even be able to kill people on the spot.

However, it's not in vain, no, these foreigners can still help if they die.

Now that it's better, let's let this group of foreigners who have nothing to do but massacre the village experience what it means to be troubled by external factors and internal troubles.

Ji Changze stretched out and ordered: "Announce it, say that all those foreigners were trapped and killed by the angry militiamen, and then send all the medals found before to the gate of the foreign barracks, with it clearly written on them: We admire bravery The soldiers should not have died."

Those ordinary foreign soldiers would probably explode if they were stimulated like this.

Sure enough, he still likes digging holes the most.