What happened in London naturally had nothing to do with Gilfinora.

In this small Irish mountain village, 20 kilometres outside of this small Irish town, a group of young people wearing yellow scarves are also singing and dancing.

They were loyal warriors of pluralism and gravediggers of the British Empire.

The financial turmoil that has spread across Europe has nothing to do with them.

The frenzied British government had completely plundered the wealth of the people, and intended to do its job in one battle, and it had nothing to do with them to settle the affairs of the Germans once and for all.

The incident in which Imperial soldiers in imitation of Ming-style steel helmets in London and other places fed copper-shelled peanuts to the citizens of London, who warmly greeted all the ancestors of Mr. Prime Minister, had nothing to do with them.

What they are concerned about is that the Chunfa No. 1 diploid potatoes have had another bumper harvest.

Although in the eyes of agricultural experts from the Ming Dynasty, the yield of seven or eight hundred catties per mu is not worthy of the word harvest at all.

But even so, this food was enough for the Irish Yellow Turbans to achieve the miracle that no one died of starvation in the disaster year.

Let's go.

Suddenly, someone turned off the broadcast, and the meaning of "The Voice of Daming" was unknown, but the song with an inspiring tune also stopped.

This made many people complain.

But when they found out who was turning off the radio, they immediately shut their mouths.

This man is a henchman of Donnie's leader, and he turns off the radio, indicating that Donnie's leader is about to arrive.

Sure enough, after a short time, three dilapidated carriages slowly drove into the village, and after several Yellow Turban soldiers got out of the carriage, the leader of Donnie also jumped out of the carriage.

He used to be a football player, but his skills are still so athletic.

The crowd was about to come forward to compliment, only to find that the leader of Donnie was respectfully guiding the other two young men in the carriage.

One of these two young people looks like an ordinary Western European, and if you want to subdivide it, the Anglo-Saxon is more likely.

The other young man is an Oriental.

Downey respectfully led the two to the village chapel.

As with most of the Irish countryside, the most prominent building here is the local Catholic church.

Of course, this is just a village church, not comparable to the cathedral in Dublin.

After the attack on Dublin Cathedral, the killing of a large number of priests, and even the defilement of nuns, the Irish Governor's House carried out a brutal crackdown on these mobs.

The Irish Yellow Turbans had to move from the big cities to the countryside.

Fortunately, in the context of this great famine, the Yellow Turban Army, which has miraculous breeds and intermittent assistance, has always maintained the cohesion and fighting spirit of the team.

After all, compared to those who ask for alms from the British government and the Catholic Church, and pray to the Lord incessantly, the villages controlled by the Yellow Turbans are like paradise.

Donnie said to the two young people who had just arrived in a broken Ming Zhengyin: "Teacher Gu, Chen Baihu, don't worry, this church has been thoroughly cleaned, and there will definitely be nothing unclean." ”

Hearing this, both of them nodded.

Especially Chen Yongren.

He is the white hound who made a miraculous contribution to the aluminum stock market crash that year, codenamed James Bond.

Because of his exploits that year, he not only won the Ming Zhuka in one fell swoop, but was also allowed to retire from the White Hound and became Chen Yongren, a citizen of the Ming Dynasty.

It's just that people who are used to walking in the dark find it difficult to adapt to life in the sun.

Chen Yongren eventually returned to work at Jinyiwei.

It's just that he is no longer a white hound with no name, but has become a hundred households as a citizen of the Ming Dynasty.

However, there is one thing that Chen Yongren can never change.

That is, whenever he approached the church, he would involuntarily have cold hands and feet.

Most of the white hounds were raised by boys rescued from the church by the Ming Dynasty.

For Chen Yongren, the church means too many memories that cannot be looked back.

Thankfully, as Donnie said, it's clearly been purified and there's no dirt.

Gu Hongming didn't have any special feelings, but he was relieved to see that his former disciples had now pulled up a team of tens of thousands of people.

He smiled and said, "Chen Baihu, do you start first, or do I start first?" ”

Chen Yongren thought for a while and said, "Professor Gu, I'll start with bricks and bricks." ”

As he spoke, Chen Yongren waved his hand, and the Yellow Turban soldiers who had been driving the carriage and the guards hurriedly carried all kinds of projection equipment from the carriage.

He glanced at Donnie with a smile and said, "There has been no chance on the road, so now while they are assembling the projector, let's get down to business first." ”

When Donnie heard this, he looked excited.

He hurriedly asked his men to kill a sheep, a chicken, and a dog.

After preparing the rudimentary version of the three animals, he checked his appearance in the mirror again, and knelt down towards the west.

Chen Yongren nodded, took out a letter of appointment from his arms, and said: "Fengtian carries the emperor, and the edict says: Donnie Coveney is hereby appointed as the commander of the Irish theater of the Ming Empire, and he will be rewarded with a set of pig skin dresses. ”

Hearing this, Donnie hurriedly kowtowed three times and shouted, "Thank you, Lord Longen!" ”

Daqu is handsome!

I am finally the commander of the region recognized by the Ming Emperor!

With tears in his eyes, Donnie's years of hard work have finally paid off, and the court has not forgotten me!

At this time, a group of leaders of the Yellow Turban Army stepped forward to congratulate Donnie.

Although everyone knew a long time ago that Downey was doing things for Daming, it meant that he was also doing things for Daming.

But this time, I finally had the certification of the Ming Emperor, and my heart was finally much more steady.

At this time, the discerning subordinate took down a set of dresses from the carriage.

This dress is not a Western-style dress, nor a Ming-style dress, but a set of Manchu princes.

It's just that the four-clawed golden dragon on it has been replaced by a flying pig in the sky, the dragon claws have become pig's trotters, and the material of the dress has changed from silk and satin to a more durable wild boar skin.

"Congratulations to Daqu Shuai, congratulations to Da Qu Shuai!"

Those Irish buns who have never seen the world know nothing about the preciousness of this suit, but there are a few who have some culture, and they know that this suit is amazing.

Let's put it this way, the clothes that Donnie Daqu Shuai wears are on the same level as the king of the Taiping Ni Kingdom in West Africa.

Isn't it powerful, you say?

Tiny Ireland is now finally a big man!

Just when everyone was full of emotion, the projection equipment had been set up.

Liu Yongren first bowed his hand respectfully to the west, and then said:

"Long live the Lord knows that you are in the nest of British animals and it is very difficult, in order to reward you, not only will there be 30 million new pounds to be delivered, but also hundreds of households will be sent spiritual food for everyone!"

"This 'The Last Knight' tells the story of our resistance to the evil British imperialism, and everyone here is a participant, and I hope everyone will enjoy it."