It seems understandable!

He is a traverser, one body and two souls, although the original owner of the body has died, but it can still be regarded as a "twin".

"Alas, the transcendent world is full of unknowns, and it would be nice if there was a guide."

The pot on the gas stove was boiling, and the water vapor made a sudden sound on the lid of the pot.

Yes, the research has come to an end for the time being, and it is most important to fill the stomach.

Zhang Huaisheng took out the boiled potatoes and ate them cleanly, still a little unsatisfied.

He looked at the remaining reserve grain and sighed: "I still have to save some food, how have I suffered such a crime in my last life?" ”

In the previous life, although ordinary people had a hard time, most people did not worry about food and clothing.

After eating, continue reading.

Obscure English, many proper nouns are simply difficult to translate.

Even many native English speakers may not be able to read it, and Zhang Huaisheng is also quite difficult to read.

Fortunately, Zhang Huaisheng didn't seek to understand much, and when he encountered some knowledge that had nothing to do with him, he swept it away at a glance and didn't delve into it.

It's a pity that the keyword "twins" did not appear in the book I brought back this time.

On the contrary, many books repeat one thing: if anyone takes two paths, he will go crazy and lose control at the least, or become a monster on the spot.

Perhaps, the twin pathway is rare?

The night was getting darker, and the night of the red moon seemed nothing special than usual.

Anyway, he wouldn't deliberately open the curtains to die and feel it.

Turn off the lights and fall asleep.

…

In the middle of the night, Zhang Huaisheng was awakened by a violent explosion, followed by a dense gunfire like fried beans.

In the distance, there was even thunderous artillery fire.

The war broke out unexpectedly.

The gunfire rang out intermittently for most of the night, and the Gaelic rebels did not seem to take the night of the Red Moon to heart.

In other words, it is much more cost-effective to take advantage of the fact that on the night of the red moon, the number of military and police patrolling the streets is greatly reduced, rather than being irradiated by the red moon in a short period of time, and there is a risk of losing your mind and becoming a madman.

But no matter what, Zhang Huaisheng didn't have the idea of opening the curtain to see.

Because the book also records one thing: the extraordinary are more likely to fall into madness than ordinary people.

He didn't know what the limit was, and it would only make a difference if he could shine for a few hours, but he didn't have the idea of putting it into practice.

Early the next morning, downstairs from the apartment, on Birmingham Avenue, there was a dense sound of footsteps.

At this time, it was already dawn, Zhang Huaisheng opened the curtains and looked down.

This night, it is estimated that no one will be able to sleep soundly.

Many people have to look out even at the risk of being shot directly by the red moon.

Dressed in a variety of clothes, the rebels gathered around the leader of the parade they had seen before, the Gaelic in the tweed jacket and checkered skirt, and walked forward.

His name was "James Clifford".

It is said that after the last march, he was arrested by the military police and imprisoned.

The name was everywhere in the market, and it was hard for him to know it.

At the front of the line, gun-carrying rebels stood under gas lamps with sacks of prisoners.

The prisoners did not know their fate and stood there in a daze.

At James' order, the rebels began to weave hemp ropes around the prisoners' necks and then hoisted them high.

The screams were only halfway out before they came to an abrupt end, like a duck choked by the neck.

Many people who witnessed this scene subconsciously covered their mouths and almost exclaimed.

But there were still a number of short screams in the apartment building, but thankfully the rebels did not act.

They quickly erected a high platform, on which James stood and said in a loud voice:

"Don't be afraid, my fellow Scotts, we execute all the scum of the Wicked!"

"There may be many of you who are complaining about us, why should you disturb your peaceful life, because you need work, you need bread! Yes, you want to live, but that is to live humiliatingly, oppressively! ”

"You're right, it's so important to live, but I want to tell you that there are things in this world that are far more important than life, and that is freedom and dignity!"

"These nobles, gentlemen, annexed land, made us leave our homeland and went into that sweatshop to work, and they also gave us a job in the name of almsgiving, and we should be grateful."

"They sent our daughters to brothels and our sons to factories, and if we don't rise up and resist, do we want our children and grandchildren to be slaves like their ancestors?"

"O humiliated Celtic people standing before me, we do not fight for slavery, we fight for freedom, we are not machines, we are not cattle and horses, we proudly declare to future generations that we are not slaves, but free, unyielding, Celts!"

A deafening roar resounded throughout Birmingham Boulevard, and many Scots shouted excitedly.

Even in apartment buildings, many people leaned out of their windows and raised their arms and shouted.

"Long live freedom!"

"Long live the Celtics!"

"Wake up, my fellow citizens, or continue to fantasize about being an inferior person who can eat a bite to eat, but is destined to be hungry, and can wear a garment, but is destined to be very broken, under the rules laid down by the Ansar robbers!"

"In the name of William Wallace, for all those who suffer under the oppression of the Anglo-Saxon bandits, we will plant the flag of the Scottish Regional Defence Committee at the top of the city council!"

"From this day onwards, Scotland will return to our Celtic hands, and the Irish compatriots across the sea will join us in fighting against those Anglo-Saxon bandits!"

"Hooray!"

The mountains roared like a tsunami, and everyone stared at a pair of excited eyes and raised their arms and shouted.

Some of the Britons in the crowd were so pale that some even wanted to shoot the unarmed rebel leader.

But the people around them immediately knocked them down and beat them to death.

The brutal sight frightened many of the British people living in the apartments.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Someone from the apartment building opened fire, also trying to shoot the rebel leader, but his marksmanship was clearly average, and he only hit the high platform at the rebel leader's feet.

Counterattacks followed, and the sound of glass breaking rang out.

However, it does not appear that the gunman hiding in the building was killed.

"These damned Brits want to assassinate our leader, and they must get revenge!"

"That's right, all the British guys should be damned!"

People shouted, rushed into apartments, searched the British from house to house, and shoved, blasting them into the street.

The sound of dense footsteps, the sound of cups, plates, tables and chairs being overturned, and the cries and pleadings of men, women and children filled the entire apartment.

There was also a knock on Zhang Huaisheng's door.

He hesitated for a moment, then took the initiative to open the door, raised his hands, and signaled that he was not carrying a weapon.

"I'm not one of those hateful Anglo-Saxon bandits, I'm just an international student from Donghua."

"Respected rebel fighters, please believe that I am no threat to you."

Zhang Huaisheng said, and raised his hand.

In fact, he can also hide in the room through the ability of stealth, but he doesn't want his room to be forcibly broken into by this group of rebels.