Unspeakable 404th plane, 3/29/28, Changsha.

Zhou Qingfeng walked through a dark and long space-time tunnel. With each step, lines of text light up in front of you.

"In the whole of Hunan, in the ten years of the Second Civil Revolutionary War, there were more than 60,000 revolutionary martyrs with names and surnames, and nearly 200,000 without names and surnames!"

"How many people were slaughtered and how many innocent people were killed? It is impossible to give an exact or even approximate figure, and only a small number of people who were sentenced to death during the Qing period were reported for the record. ”

"After the defeat of the revolution, half of the captured young women were killed, and the rest were sold for twenty dollars each; There were also children as young as 12 or 3, or even 7 or 8 years old, who were also killed. ”

The words are full of blood and tears, but also full of grief and indignation.

Walking through the time and space tunnel, Zhou Qingfeng appeared at an intersection crowded with people. The road is lined with low, dilapidated houses, crowded and impassable as far as the eye can see.

Without waiting to see the surrounding situation clearly, there was a guy at the top of the street who attracted Zhou Qingfeng's attention. The other party was wearing a crumpled official uniform of the Guo Party, holding a painted baton in one hand and a wooden horn in the other, and shouted loudly:

"Today is the anniversary of the martyrdom of Huanghuagang, and after a special examination by the president of Tang Menghou of this province, the following eight people were sentenced to death together, and they were all escorted to the education hall and beheaded for public display."

Zhou Qingfeng listened inexplicably, he was tall, standing behind a group of onlookers, and he could hear the Changsha dialect in his ears.

The people on the street are shouting, 'I'm going to cut off my head', 'I'm going to kill someone', 'Look at these babies, they're going to die at a young age'. Just look at their expressions, but not sadness, but not about their own excitement.

The streets are crowded with people, and along the way there is a warning of a great enemy. At least 100 'black uniforms' armed with batons stopped the streets to ensure the passage of the streets in the middle of the street.

In the middle of the road, a few young 'prisoners' were pressed down the street with their hands tied behind their backs. The 'prisoners' were very young, the eldest was in his early twenties, the youngest was in his teens at most, and there were many female prisoners.

They jumped along the streets, chanting slogans, without the fear of being tortured at all, but either excited, or calm, without hope, but only forward, calmly going to die.

Zhou Qingfeng appeared in a black trench coat, standing out among the crowd with an average height of less than 1.6 meters. While he was watching left and right, several 'black uniforms' of the fruit party stared at him.

Ahh......h

Arcie?

Sofia?

Leprechauns?

, none of Lao Tzu's maids came, and the power of magic couldn't be used. I only have one strength left.

Great terror, it's been a long time since I've been so weak!

What about my wings of light?

What about my war trampling?

What about my hundreds of spell slots?

What about my bag full of magic gems?

What else does Lao Tzu have in his hands?

The 'black uniform' came up from the front and back, left and right, and looked up at Uncle Zhou's cool dress. The leader stretched out his baton and asked, "Housheng, where did you come from?" Where is the household register? ”

The last line of words appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng's eyes - what is your choice?

There's a ghost choice, huh?

Uncle Zhou has a loaded MP-18 'Bergman' hanging on his chest.

The leading 'black uniform' recognizes this thing, and the 'flower machine gun' is amazing. His heart was cold, he took a few steps back, and shouted: "Housheng, what do you want to do?"

The eight people who were sentenced today are the key criminals in the big case sketched by Chairman Cheng Qiancheng himself, and robbing the court is a serious crime. You are young and have a great future, but you need to think clearly. ”

It's all on this, what else is there to think about?

Zhou Qingfeng opened his windbreaker and found that in addition to a 'Bergman', two 'M1911A1' were inserted under the left and right ribs, and there was also a circle of Type 67 grenades and more than a dozen magazines hanging on his waist.

What's worse is that he's still carrying a heavy tote bag, and you don't have to think about it to know what's in it - your sister, isn't this what Neo dressed to save Morpheus?

Finding that this strange posterior clothes were full of weapons, the leader's 'black uniform' screamed, grabbed a whistle and blew it desperately.

After the sharp whistle blew twice, the leader of the 'black uniform' shouted loudly: "Come and guard, someone has robbed the law field!" ”

Before the whistle sounded, the people watching the excitement dodged away from Zhou Qingfeng, leaving only a few 'black uniforms' around him.

After the whistle sounded, Zhou Qingfeng let go of the handbag in his hand, stepped forward, and quickly stretched out his hand to split, first beating the leader's 'black uniform' to vomit blood-fortunately, his brute strength was still there.

Immediately after, Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the 'Bergman' hanging diagonally on his chest and shot at the other 'black uniforms' around him.

The ordinary 'black uniform' had a painted baton in his hand, and before they could turn around and run away, they were hit by a rain of bullets.

The crowd who watched the excitement immediately fried the pot when they heard the gunshots, and fled in a panic.

Screams, shouts, cries, crowds colliding, pushing and trampling, and the streets leading to the education hall were in chaos. The 'black uniform' who maintained order also followed the chaos, and when they heard the gunshots, they hid directly.

The thirty-two rounds of ammunition were empty, and Zhou Qingfeng immediately squatted down to change the magazine. Instead of getting up immediately, he grabbed his handbag, drew his pistol, and walked forward under the cover of the chaotic crowd.

Not long after, Zhou Qingfeng saw a girl with her hands tied on her back falling to the ground. She was definitely not twenty years old, she was only ten years old, she stared at Zhou Qingfeng with big eyes, and her face was very calm.

It's hard to imagine that there is such a big child who is going to be beheaded and executed.

"What's your name?"

"Ma Zhichun."

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

Hell, such a young girl is going to be killed.

The 'black uniform' escorting the girl ran away, and Zhou Qingfeng pulled out the dagger on the side of his leg and cut the thick hemp rope on the girl's wrist. She turned around and shouted, "There's someone in the back." ”

A few guys in the 'green uniforms' of the fruit party appeared with the 'old sleeve'. They violently pushed away the people blocking the road and rushed seven or eight meters away.

As soon as Zhou Qingfeng turned around, he raised his gun and shot. Bang bang bang crit, point four or five caliber warheads hit the 'green uniforms' to the head of the rats.

When the seven bullets were empty, three people fell in the 'green uniform' on the opposite side. As soon as the others threw away their guns, they turned around and ran away—these bandits were too unusual to be afraid of death.

Zhou Qingfeng handed the dagger to the girl, and while changing the magazine, he advised, "Go find someone else, don't run around when you find it, come back here." I'm going to get these doglegs away. ”

Although they didn't know each other, the girl was very obedient. She stood up and said 'um' and said in the direction of the escort, "Be careful, there's a dog-legged car over there." ”

Got a car? That's even better.

Zhou Qingfeng inserted the pistol into the pistol pouch and ran towards the road with 'Bergman'. The girl stared at his back, opened her mouth to ask something, but knew it was not the right time, and turned to save the others.

This is Changsha, and Chairman Cheng Qiancheng's subordinates really have cars. It's just a very old-fashioned modified T-shaped car, and there are not a few people on it, but a group of dogs in black and green uniforms are surrounded by the front and back of the car.

The one who can drive must be a character, and Uncle Zhou just lacks a means of transportation.