This unfortunate weather.

In the Baliqiao Museum on the outskirts of Beijing, Guan Zhuofan sat by the window, looked at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, and sighed. Seeing is a rainstorm, today's business is not to be counted on.

As a graduate student in the history department, he took advantage of the summer vacation to contact the museum, which had only two staff members, to volunteer docents for visitors - in fact, the two aunts hated to throw the entire museum to him. In a nearby room, the counter is full of all kinds of cheap souvenirs belonging to him, and after explaining, he sells them to tourists.

More than 100 years ago, the Battle of Bali Bridge that took place here was the first and only large-scale field battle between the Chinese army and the British and French forces. Although there are not many customers, the advantage is that there are no competitors, and if you meet foreign tourists, you can earn a few more with your proficient English.

But what really drew him here was an exhibit in the museum.

It was a cavalry war knife in a glass cover, and although it had been treated with anti-rust, the original rust on the knife could not be repaired. This knife and a flagpole on display next to it are said to be left over from that great war, and they are not great relics. What Guan Zhuofan is really interested in is the words engraved on the knife blade: "Guan San Zhuofan." ”

Needless to say, this knight who died on the battlefield had the same name as him, and he did three things at home, so the sword was engraved with these words. With this layer of coincidence, he has imagined himself countless times as the master of the sword, fighting in the smoke of the Bali Bridge, and even fantasized that he has become the Mongolian iron hat king who commands the battle, the famous monk Lingqin, how to advance and retreat, how to lure the enemy deeper, and how to wipe out the British and French forces.

However, reality is still reality, he is still the poor student who has nothing but eloquence. He neither found "Yan Ruyu" in the book, nor did he find the "Golden House" in the book.

"If there is a way out, who wants to do this." He looked around at the dilapidated little museum and smiled to himself.

Outside the house, it was already raining heavily, and the white rain curtain seemed to separate the museum from the outside into two different shijies, and one after another rolling thunder exploded overhead, which was very powerful. Guan Zhuofan opened the glass cover on a whim, reached out and grasped the cold steel hilt, and once again immersed himself in the hero's fantasy. At this moment, a branch-shaped lightning bolt suddenly entered through the window, and then through the glass cover, hitting the blade of the knife impartially.

He only felt a burst of snow in front of him, followed by a dark, and his body seemed to fall into a whirlpool, falling endlessly. Before fainting, he vaguely remembered the thought in his heart.

Don't pretend anymore.

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The thunder was still ringing, and the noisy noise of the crowd was in my ears, and the crackling of firecrackers. In front of me is a shaky figure, as if it were a camera with an inferior lens, taking a blurry and illusory image. Guan Zhuofan didn't know where he was, he only felt dizzy and swollen, his arms and body couldn't move, and he worked hard for a long time before he focused on his dilated pupils.

The museum is gone.

The torrential rain just now seemed to have never fallen at all, and there was a blue sunny sky overhead. In front of the bushes in the distance opposite, there was a large number of people in dark blue military uniforms, and there was gunsmoke in the open space in the middle, killing many people and horses. Looking down at himself again, it turned out that he was kneeling on the ground, with four or five ropes tied horizontally on his body, and his arms were bent behind him, and he could feel that he was also tightly tied. There were also two rows of people kneeling in front of him, four in each row, and there were also kneeling people on his side, all facing forward.

The bad thing is that everyone who kneels has a thick braid at the back of their head. What's even worse is that behind everyone kneeling is a big man standing with a snowy steel knife in his hand.

There was no thunder in the sky, no one was setting off firecrackers, the crackling sound and rolling thunder were gunshots and cannons.

Guan Zhuofan was excited, and a terrifying thought arose in his heart. He turned his head as best he could, looked to the sides, and sure enough, on his left side, there were a large number of warriors with swords and spears, and on his right were a large number of cavalrymen with horses and horses, waiting for orders. Many people have already hung colors on their bodies, and the clothes they are wearing, Guan Zhuofan is too familiar with it, and it is impossible to be mistaken.

It was the uniform of the Qing Dynasty soldiers.

"Crossed?" His mind was in turmoil, and the lightning, the sword, the braids, and the clothes of the Qing army seemed to confirm this to him. And the three-hole stone bridge in the distance on the right has clearly told him where he is now.

Bali Bridge.

After getting through the initial chaotic state after the crossing, he gradually regained the ability to think - he had just held the knife himself, and then a bolt of lightning sent him back to ...... The Battle of Bali Bridge?

That is, it is 1860 now? In the Second Opium War, the British and French forces captured Dagukou and landed in the north, all the way like a bamboo, and the Bali Bridge was already a pass to Zuihou leading to the Guangqu Gate of the Beijing Division. The British and French troops numbered 8,000 men, the French in dark blue uniforms and the British in red uniforms, armed with breech-loading flintlock pistols and field guns capable of firing shrapnel shells......

And at the junction of the British and French armies, the knights in black armor like a black cloud were the murderous "Probie" Sikh cavalry regiments? Are the knights who are cruising on the flanks of the hollow phalanx of infantry the famous "Queen" Dragoons of the British?

Well, well, think about it, if I command the Qing army, I should ...... I should......

He couldn't remember, he couldn't remember. Those incomparably awesome strategies to defeat the enemy that I have fantasized countless times have come to the real battlefield where guns and cannons are roaring and bullets are flying, as if they suddenly become a snowman in the sun, dissolving without a trace. What's more, there is one of the most realistic and urgent problems in front of him.

I was tied up and kneeling on the ground, weishenme?

"Zhuomukler, Feimo, Sakda, Ganglin!" Before his mind could turn, an officer next to him had already roared loudly, "If you flee before the enemy, you should be beheaded according to military discipline!" ”

"Slash!" A loud voice behind him ordered categorically.

The four knifemen standing behind the prisoners in the first row did not hesitate to swing their knives and slash, and the four heads jumped up with the blood in the cavity, and then rolled forward with a grunt before stopping.

I'll fuck you uncle! Guan Zhuoying only felt that her scalp exploded, and she had the heart to cry to death - she wore thousands of clothes, who had ever heard of such a as being beheaded immediately after crossing over?

"Madden, White, Illegen, Bremozi! If you flee to the enemy, you should be beheaded according to military discipline! ”

"Slash!"

Another flash of swords, the four military prisoners kneeling in the second row, fell to the ground forward, and the headless corpse twitched in front of his eyes.

"If there is a way out, who wants to do this." He suddenly remembered what he had just said in the museum. Oh my God, I said that, but ...... Tie up and kill the head, can this Nima be regarded as a way out?

"Guan Zhuofan, Alhatu, Cai Erjia, Tumen! If you flee to the enemy, you should be beheaded according to military discipline! ”

Sure enough, it was "Guan Zhuofan", and it really crossed over to this family with the same name and surname! Then it suddenly dawned on me that my own family was not sacrificed on the battlefield, but violated military discipline and was killed by my own people. Thinking that he had fantasized about being the owner of the knife countless times, his body trembled, and his chest was filled with a mouthful of grievances, and there was nowhere to vent, and he suddenly screamed in tears to the sky.

"I'm not convinced!"

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