Frank told Yan Feng to hide in an empty oak barrel that was originally used to hold wine, and then pulled it in an ox cart to the place where he had hidden more than thirty people before. In the countryside under the rule of the Manchurians at the end of the nineteenth century, the road conditions were really flattering, Yan Feng, whose body was confined to the small space of the oak barrel, was very uncomfortable with the irregular shaking of the ox cart, coupled with the poor air circulation in the relatively dense environment, and the strong smell of wine all around, it didn't take long for him to feel nauseous and want to vomit. In order to ensure that he had enough calories to maintain his physical strength in the next actions, Yan Feng swallowed back the food that had poured into his mouth several times.

After nearly two hours of painful torture, Yan Feng, who climbed out of the barrel with Frank's assistance, breathed in the fresh air. This is a tea garden, and the evening breeze is mixed with the faint fragrance of tea, and at this time, Yan Feng can finally suppress the urge to keep the food in his stomach gushing up. It's just that the next scene made Yan Feng feel more than just the urge to vomit food, this Nima was simply forcing him to squirt a mouthful of old blood!

Based on his previous speculation that this scene was a period of Manchu rule after the Second Opium War, Yan Feng no longer had any illusions about his teammates' equipment. In the same way, he regarded Frank, the already a somewhat bald priest, as his "chicken-eating" teammate, and he didn't expect any outstanding physical fitness from the rest of his teammates. However, when he saw those teammates who were like Hanako in the baking room of the tea garden, the psychological preventive injection he had given himself before did not work at all, and the psychological construction that had just been stabilized due to the availability of sufficient food collapsed instantly!

"Director's team", I have a sentence MMP I don't know if to talk about it or not!? What the hell are these guys with a money rat tail behind their heads? Well, if they had to do it as a last resort to avoid the clone search, then I can put up with it! But what the hell did you tell me where you left them all when you parachuted? I don't expect them to all have bolt-action rifles, but at this glance, it's either a hatchet or a hoe, will you go a little too far? And the one over there, don't look at it, it's you! Why don't you take a flat pole to make up the numbers?

"Fuck your uncle! How can we get over those braids out there with these weapons! There's not even a breech gun here, so do you really want to play with cold weapons? Yan Feng finally couldn't control his emotions and gritted his teeth and said.

"Breech guns!? No, no, no! I have a more advanced reserve of guns, uh, I mean more advanced rifles than the Manchu army. As we all know, in front of the Great Song people, no one dares to boast that Haikou has more advanced weapons, isn't it? Your Excellency the Liaison Officer. Frank said.

"If you have good goods, don't hide them, we can't survive the finals with these rags, let alone expect to 'eat chicken'!" Yan Feng said while rubbing his temples with both hands, not knowing how many MMPs he had scolded for the pit daddy competition system in this new scene.

"Are you planning to arm these people? Although they had had been in several armed clashes with the Manchu army before coming here, it was clear that they were not gaining any clear advantage in the battle, otherwise they would not have come to me to seek refuge. IMHO, even if they were replaced with more advanced weapons than the Manchu soldiers, they would not have been able to perform brilliantly in the battle against the Manchu army. I suggest that you wait for the Great Song Dynasty combat troops to respond, there is no need to joke with your own lives, these people are just farmers, they are not soldiers! Frank said.

Wait, this guy has mentioned Da Song a few times, although I'm a science student, but my history is not taught by a math teacher! At the end of the Qing Dynasty, there were many people who would make trouble, what Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the Boxer Rebellion, and the Alliance, I have an impression of these, but what the hell is this Great Song Dynasty? If you want to say that I haven't heard of it because the scale is too small and there are no textbooks, but this is not reliable for the banner of the Song Dynasty, which has destroyed the country for hundreds of years, right? At most, this will be shouting against the Qing Dynasty and restoring sight, right? Yan Feng seemed to have sensed that something was wrong.

In fact, Yan Feng's sluggishness cannot be blamed entirely, Frank belongs to the typical rigid and silent German, and he and Yan Feng have spoken less than ten sentences before arriving at the tea plantation, including the two sentences that respond to Yan Feng's order. With such a small amount of information, it is reasonable that Yan Feng, who was already hungry and dizzy at the time, did not notice anything unusual.

Having said that, Yan Feng was actually confused by his own stereotypes. During his recuperation after his first "chicken", he had carefully studied the User Agreement that had led him to the Dome Light Curtain. He had also imagined more than once that after a certain Battle Royale scene ended, he would be transported to a certain historical period, thus ending this repeated situation of real-life battle royale. Even when Frank told him that this "scene" was a period under Manchu rule after the Second Opium War, he guessed that the next time he might be transported by the "director's team" to a certain period in the late Qing Dynasty to embark on the one-way journey mentioned in the User Agreement.

Why did Yan Fengfeng guess that it was the next time? Because he'd eaten chicken twenty-nine times before that! Have you ever seen a game set the mission goal stuck in the mouth of twenty-nine? Either you make up a whole thirty, or twenty-five is common. So Yan Feng took the "Battle Royale" live-action game that he imagined this time, which was different from the previous scene setting, as a rehearsal before his upcoming one-way crossing!

Looking at these thin "teammates" in front of him, Yan Feng began to analyze his current situation again. These people are definitely not people from the same era as themselves, but they don't seem to be clones either, they will whisper because they see their arrival, listen carefully to the content of their conversation is related to their appearance and what they just said, could it be that the "director team" has upgraded the clones again? The hurdle of twenty-nine still makes Yan Feng sway.

"Your Excellency, if you insist on arming these men, I can provide you with sufficient Model 1888 Commission rifles and matching ammunition. But these are my personal collectibles, and you're paying for them. Seeing Yan Feng, who was silent, Frank thought that this Great Song man still insisted on his own opinion.

"Pay? Do you use points? Yan Feng said reflexively.

"You're so humorous, of course you're settled in silver. However, I am very confident in the commercial reputation of the Great Song people, and you can write me an IOU and get these weapons immediately. Frank said.

Oh, I'll go! It's really special, you really have your "director team"! I haven't seen anyone more cheap than you.,It's really stuck in the twenty-nine hurdle.,This mental game is so slippery.,I can only send you a MMP as a blessing!

This white pastor must have regarded me as one of those modern people who arrived on this plane before me, well, it should be some people who are doing things under the banner of the Great Song Dynasty, and they must also be the people of the "Green Paint Zone" mentioned in the text message. So the question now is where are they? I can't just ask this white pastor, but I took the risk to work for the people in the green paint area under the noses of the Qing army, and once I found out that I was not the so-called liaison officer, maybe some kind of moth would make a fuss, maybe it would kill me!

"Okay, bring out all your lovely collections, I need these weapons urgently, and I can't explain the reason to you in detail. Take my handwritten IOU and you'll get what you want! Yan Feng, who came back to his senses, immediately entered the flickering mode.

Get the weapon first and then let these thirty or so people obey their orders before making plans, are you afraid that you won't be able to ask the whereabouts of those people in the green paint area with the gun in hand? Yan Feng made up his mind to deceive the batch of Type 1888 Commission rifles in Frank's hand first.