MTL - After Waking up Beside the Villain-Chapter 186 Wear to "Pear Garden of the Republic of China" 30 "What?"...(2)

Not true.

Suddenly, the hull moved, and a whistle sounded.

Zheng Yuansheng opened the small curtain and looked out at Haicheng, which was gradually receding in the twilight. Fang Jiming also sat up slightly and stared out the window.

The afterglow of the setting sun spreads into the small cabin.

Li Lingbi heard two heavy sighs.

At this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling that these two gentlemen might not want to leave. But they have to go, they have to go, they have a more important mission on their shoulders.

He thought of that Mr. Yu again, will he leave again? Shouldn't be.

Li Lingbi thought blankly.

Son, why is it my turn to defend the city and die?

China will get rid of the war sooner or later and regain its new life. He admitted that he was greedy for life and fear of death.

He doesn't understand Yu Jingzhi's behavior.

I didn't understand it before and I don't understand it now. But maybe it was the setbacks that made him a lot more awake, or maybe it was because he read too many Zhang Dongfang newspapers and brainwashed him. He still didn't understand and couldn't do it, but he really began to admire it. Respect such people.

Maybe like a newspaper said, war can be retreated, but the bottom line of the nation cannot be retreated again and again. Those things awakened with the blood of the predecessors also need the blood of the descendants to protect them.

Li Lingbi left Haicheng like this.

Du Qi, who was still frantically looking for him, was taken back to the Tianminghui by Du Tianming at the same time, with three knives and six holes.

Gu Qishu came to watch the torture.

He was suspected by Du Qi to be the person who stole Li Lingbi and seriously injured him, so he was harassed and killed a lot during this period. Gu Qishu couldn't bear this kind of thing, so he visited Du Tianming, and together with Du Tianming, he caught Du Qi.

The next day, Du Qi, who was in the process of healing, escaped from the Tianminghui again while the guards were not paying attention.

But not long after dawn, she was found hit and killed in a deserted street.

It was a car that caused the accident. After hitting someone, it ran away. Du Tianming couldn't find it. Someone told him a word of Gu, but Du Tianming didn't seem to hear it and kept silent.

Today's Tianminghui can be called a real death in name. What Du Tianming said did not count.

Perhaps there is a real retribution from the reincarnation of heaven. After a few days, Du Tianming received news that Gu Feng took Gu Qishu and other family members to Jinling to join the Orientals, and in the middle of the night Yes, as soon as they left Haicheng Sanli, they were destroyed by the people from Jianmen. Gu Feng and Gu Qishu died, leaving only the old and weak, women and children.

This also gave Du Tianming a break from the idea of ​​​​going to see the Orientals.

"There's nothing left, what's the point of living like this?"

He was sitting on the second floor of the mansion, banging on his pipe, sighing blankly, and suddenly he looked a little old: "Yu Jingzhi is enough, little wolf cub, so much I can't even fight him in years. But what are you doing, Gao Lan? Do the dog thing for the Englishman, you have to come and fight me, do you really think I am old?"

"If you don't give me a way to live, I can't make you comfortable..."

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The New Year is approaching, the 29th of the twelfth lunar month.

The snow-colored Haicheng was rarely seen on this day, but unexpectedly the first winter snow fell.

The snow in Haicheng is extremely fine and light.

They fell misty, like sand and dust, like powder, and turned into water droplets before they touched the ground, leaving only thin wet marks, and they could not gather into the snowy surface.

In the early morning, the last siren finally stopped.

Chu Yunsheng and Yu Jingzhi went out, riding on snow, walking through the long streets of Haicheng.

Passing Suzhou River, the trees and stone bridges on the river are wet, and the concession opposite is immersed in boundless darkness, with only some dim street lights. A quarantine zone was drawn on the bridge, and all roads were blocked by fences and iron nets, guarded by yawning, sleepy soldiers.

A large number of people from Haicheng County poured into the concession, which caused great trouble for the security. , at least, the time these soldiers patrolled has increased a lot.

An indistinct roar came from the sky again, it was a Toyo reconnaissance plane.

The hoofs rattled, gradually overpowering the roar.

A street is emptier than a street, and the doors and windows of some shops or homes were blown open by the cold wind and banged. Many street lamps are no longer on, and the scattered high and low eaves are dark and dark. Looking at such a damp and silent fine snow, it is like seeing a desolate and abandoned empty city.

The horse neighed.

Yu Jingzhi reined in his horse, his hat and cape were covered with layers of snow-white fluff, he stretched out his fingers in sheepskin gloves to lift the brim of his hat, and said softly: "To this day, we have recognized one Years. I often thought it was a long time, but it was only a year."

"But it's not that different from a long time."

Chu Yunsheng stopped and looked at him sideways.

Yu Jingzhi looked behind him, and exhaled a misty white steam between his nose and mouth: "Do you remember what Haicheng looked like at this time in previous years?"

"The sound of firecrackers, the lights of thousands of homes. There is a lot of traffic, and the lights are colorful."

Yu Jingzhi answered the question himself.

He faced the wind and squinted his eyes slightly, as if he could see the lively scenes of the past through this dark cloud-like darkness.

Which street has a temple fair, which door has firecrackers, and which store has sugar cakes. It is rare for men and women, young and old, to have such a day, regardless of their status, to celebrate the old and welcome the new together, and look forward to a better year.

"This year is destined not to be."

Yu Jingzhi smiled.

He retracted his gaze, threw off his horse whip, took a few steps forward, and rushed to Chu Yunsheng's side: "The Eastern Army has endured to the limit. Guess when they will launch their final siege. ?"

Chu Yunsheng stared at the front, silent for a moment, and said: "Dawn."

Yu Jingzhi drank and said nothing.

There is a dirt road ahead, which is very muddy, but the two of them threw their whips and rode forward together.

The cloak fluttered and the snow splashed.

After running for a while, the two slowly slowed down and walked side by side.

He raised his whip, pointed at the dim sky, and said, "Look there."

"What?"

Yu Jingzhi was startled, took off his military cap, and looked up.

Chu Yunsheng exhaled white steam, with a smile, his voice was clear and firm.

"The Morning Star," he said.