Chapter 12 Are We in History?

Looking at the gradually fading bubbles, Luo Tianwu said, "What should we do next?" ”

Xiang Luyang said: "After we go out, the first thing we have to do is to figure out where we are now, and then make further plans." ”

Ye Qiushui said: "Looking at the situation in front of us, we should have already crossed, but we just don't know what dynasty we have crossed into." ”

Xiang Luyang said: "Look at the clothes floating down from the sky, although they are a little different from the clothes worn by Zhu Changming and others, but they are not much different, I think we should be in the Ming Dynasty now." ”

Hearing Xiang Luyang say this, Ye Qiushui also took a closer look at the clothes scattered not far away, looked at it for a while and nodded: "That's right, this is the clothes worn by the people of the Ming Dynasty, you look at the hat over there, that is the typical black gauze hat worn by officials in the Ming Dynasty." ”

Just as a few people were talking, the bubbles that wrapped them had completely disappeared, and the moment the bubbles disappeared, a pungent smell of blood, accompanied by the smell of burnt corpses, rushed towards several people.

After smelling this smell, Ye Qiushui frowned and said, "Let's get out of here quickly, if we stay here any longer, I'll go crazy." ”

Luo Tianwu said: "Then let's go to that city over there too?" ”

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction where Zhu Changming and the others disappeared.

Xiang Luyang said: "Don't worry, let's leave here first, find a higher place, and observe the terrain here first, now we don't know anything about this place, just rush in, I'm afraid there will be danger." ”

Luo Tianwu said: "That's fine, then let's go to the hillside over there." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the hillside not far from the city.

After packing up their respective equipment, Xiang Luyang and the others turned around and were about to walk towards the hillside, when Ye Qiushui behind him suddenly spoke: "Wait a minute, pick out some clean clothes from the ground and take them with you." ”

Zhou Tiezhu frowned and said, "Officer Ye, don't we have clothes, what are you doing with the clothes worn by these dead people, how unlucky!" ”

Luo Tianwu knocked on his head and said, "Where is there so much nonsense, Officer Ye tells you to take it." ”

Zhou Tiezhu said: "Take it, what are you doing, saying that, among the scattered clothes, I picked out a few clean clothes and carried them behind my back. ”

When they walked towards that hillside, all the pedestrians who saw them on the road cast strange glances at them, and only then did Zhou Tiezhu understand the purpose of Ye Qiushui asking him to take his clothes.

After coming to the hillside, Xiang Luyang took out his binoculars and looked towards the city, when he saw the palace in the center of the city, Xiang Luyang was shocked in his heart, isn't this the Forbidden City? Although what I see now is a little different from what I saw when I went to Beijing, the overall structure is not wrong.

Xiang Luyang handed the telescope to Ye Qiushui beside him, and pointed towards the center of the city, Ye Qiushui looked at it for a while and put down the telescope and said, "If it was the Forbidden City, we should be in the Ming Dynasty now." ”

At this time, Luo Tianwu spoke: "How can you be so sure that we must be in the Ming Dynasty?" ”

Ye Qiushui said: "The Forbidden City is the imperial palace of the Ming and Qing dynasties, and it was built by Zhu Di, the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty. ”

Xiang Luyang said: "Since the Forbidden City has been built, then in other words, we did not travel to the early years of the Ming Dynasty according to Zhu Changming's plan. ”

Ye Qiushui said: "Yes, you are right, the capital of the Ming Dynasty was not in Beijing in the early years, but in Nanjing, after the usurpation of Zhu Di, the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, the capital was moved from Nanjing to Beijing, but looking at the old Cheng dΓΉ of the Forbidden City, it is at least a hundred years old, I think it is at least the middle or late Ming Dynasty." ”

Just when the two of them were analyzing the age in front of them, the bushes behind them suddenly moved, and Xiang Luyang was just about to turn around and draw his gun, but Wu Ran had already rushed over.

Waiting for Xiang Luyang to turn around, Wu Ran had already carried a trembling middle-aged man to several people, Xiang Luyang looked at this man carefully, thin face, high cheekbones, dark skin, at a glance he was engaged in field work all year round, a pair of small eyes were looking at himself and others in horror, a light blue coarse cloth clothes, although a little shabby, but also clean, a cloth belt loosely wrapped around the waist, and an axe hung on it.

Seeing that Xiang Luyang just looked at himself and didn't speak, the middle-aged man begged for mercy: "The good man grandfather spares his life, the little one is just a woodcutter, who makes a living by collecting firewood, and he never has silver taels on his body, and he hopes that the good man grandpa will raise his noble hand and spare the little one's life." ”

Xiang Luyang waved his hand at Wu Ran, signaling him to let go of the woodcutter, and then said to the woodcutter: "You don't have to be afraid, we are not robbers who rob houses, we just came to ask you something, and you can leave after asking." ”

The woodcutter said: "If a few heroic grandfathers have anything to say, just ask, the little one must tell the truth." ”

Xiang Luyang said: "What month and day of the year is it?" ”

The woodcutter glanced at Xiang Luyang blankly and did not speak.

At this time, Ye Qiushui came over and said, "If you ask him if he doesn't understand, I'll come." ”

Looking at the strangely dressed woman in front of him, the woodcutter secretly said in his heart: "Looking at the dress of these people in front of him, they are not locals, are they not Fanbang spies?" ”

While he was pondering, Ye Qiushui spoke: "What is the era name now?" ”

The woodcutter glanced at Ye Qiushui and said secretly in his heart: "Sure enough, it is a Fanbang spy, who came to my Daming to inquire about the truth." ”

Seeing that the woodcutter didn't speak, Ye Qiushui organized his words again: "Do you know, who is Banzai today?" ”

Seeing that the woodcutter hadn't spoken yet, Wu Ran next to him suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist, put it directly on the woodcutter's neck, and said viciously: "If you don't say it again, you will never have to say it." ”

The woodcutter looked at the dagger that was bright, his legs were weak, he knelt on the ground and hurriedly said: "Long live Zhu Youxiao today, today is the sixth day of the fifth month of the sixth year of the Apocalypse." ”

After listening to the woodcutter's words, Ye Qiushui couldn't help but open his mouth wide and muttered, "It turns out that this is all true!" ”

Looking at Ye Qiushui, who was a little out of shape, Xiang Luyang pulled her, took her aside, and asked, "What did you just say, is this all true?" ”

Ye Qiushui said: "According to the history of the Ming Dynasty, on the sixth day of the fifth month of the sixth year of the Great Ming Dynasty, a bizarre explosion occurred near the gunpowder depot of Wang Gongchang in the southwest corner of Beijing, which caused more than 20,000 deaths and injuries, and tens of thousands of houses collapsed. ”

"Moreover, according to the survivors of the explosion, there were visitors from outside the world at the scene of the explosion at that time, and these people were dressed very strangely, but the words they spoke were not much different from the common language of the time."

Xiang Luyang frowned and said, "You mean, what we just saw was the apocalypse explosion recorded in the history books, and we are the visitors from outside the sky recorded in the wild history?" ”

Ye Qiushui didn't speak, just nodded lightly.