Zhang Qilu's consciousness slowly returned to his body, and he opened his eyes to find that he was in a very retro car at the moment, wearing a straight military uniform. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, he was lying in the back of the car, and his head was pillowed on the lap of a plump woman.

Zhang Qilu looked up, his gaze passed through the undulating mountains, looked at the woman's face, and he was frozen for a moment. With a round face and a cute and charming smile, the two only looked at each other for a second before laughing.

Zhang Qilu really believes in the sentence of fate and three lives at the moment, so he can still meet Li Xiaoxiao. He was just about to speak, but Li Xiaoxiao made a silent gesture.

Zhang Qilu didn't say much, he moved his fingers, it was amazing, this time the first few times were different, the first few times he was more like a spectator, and now he feels a little similar to going to Luoyang in the Tang Dynasty to pick up Li Xiaoxiao, this time he completely controls this body.

The car was still moving, Zhang Qilu sat up from the back seat of the car, looked out the window, the car drove past a theater, the theater was crowded with people, and the theater seemed to have just ended. On the street, rickshaws are neatly parked in front of the theater to welcome customers. All kinds of merchants are selling cigarettes, flowers, snacks, and so on......

Looking at the various pedestrians on the road, decent men wore suits and long shirts. Sophisticated women mostly wear well-fitting cheongsams. Zhang Qilu determined that he was in the Republic of China period at the moment.

That's when he began to read the body's memories. Then he began to laugh, leaning back and forth, and he was almost out of breath. He is now the young marshal Zhang of the Republic of China.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud bang in front of the car, and the fire was soaring, and the car suddenly turned sharply and hit the telephone pole on the side of the road.

In the sudden impact, Zhang Qilu slowly came back to his senses, Li Xiaoxiao beside him fainted at the moment, Zhang Qilu immediately went to probe Xiaoxiao's pulse and breathed a sigh of relief.

I saw a man rushing towards the car with a knife, shouting loudly.

"The surname Zhang is taking his life."

Zhang Qilu moved his legs and feet, very forcefully, and he kicked open the car door. looked at the person who rushed over with a kind of contempt for the world, and the aura on his body radiated unscrupulously to the surroundings, gradually forming a slight pressure.

This man was dressed in a striped suit, holding a Japanese knife in his hand, and his face was hideous and menacing. But after seeing Zhang Qi's eyes, his inadvertent footsteps slowed for a moment. The hideousness on his face faded and turned into cowardice a little bit.

Zhang Qilu ignored the person standing opposite him and what weapon he was holding in his hand, he used the fugue method, took a wrong step, dodged to the opponent's side, and then locked the throat of the person who came with a grappling method, and then pulled out the person's entire throat with a light pull.

The man died in an instant, and only fear remained in his eyes.

Zhang Qilu looked around, and five more people with Japanese knives rushed over. It feels great to walk with his feet in a long time, and he uses a faster pace at this time. Almost the same move, five people fell to the ground one after another.

Suddenly, Zhang Qilu felt a shudder rise in his back, and he quickly dodged a position to his side. Sideways glance clearly saw a bullet shot at the place where he was standing just now, the bullet hit the ground and bounced into the distance.

This body is full of strength, Zhang Qilu is very satisfied, he is also very happy at the moment, the powerful six senses can capture all the movements within ten meters of the body, in the end, it is the flesh of a soldier, as long as the method is used, this body will not lag behind at all, it seems that there are many rumors about this man, and he has not slackened at all.

Zhang Qilu pulled off the holster on his side, took out a polished Browning pistol, didn't take aim, and pulled the trigger in the direction where the bullet came. The gunman, who was more than 100 meters away, fell to the ground.

Zhang Qilu looked around, and the other battles around him were almost over, and more than a hundred soldiers in straight military uniforms were already cleaning the battlefield.

At this time, an officer with beautiful eyebrows and big eyes came to Zhang Qilu, and was just about to salute, when he saw the bloody corpse on his side, his face was full of incredulity. His mouth opened and closed, but he didn't say a word.

Zhang Qilu raised a hand to stop the person who was supposed to be his adjutant from speaking, and said, "Who are they?" ”

When the adjutant heard this, his face was swept away, and he immediately returned to a soldier, stood up straight, saluted a military salute, and said loudly, "Report to the young marshal, they are from the Black Dragon Society." ”

Zhang Qilu's brain is running rapidly again, the Black Dragon Society. It should have been before 1931, and now it is the Northeast, and it should be the season of spring and summer or spring and autumn.

Zhang Qilu then spoke: "The original plan remains the same. Find me a newspaper and we'll go. ”

The adjutant didn't say a word and saluted, then turned around and went down to make arrangements.

After changing to a car, Zhang Qi put down the newspaper in his hand, and after reading the newspaper, he was sure of several things.

Li Xiaoxiao took the newspaper and looked at it, and said, "Today is May 16, 1928. ”

This kind of characters in middle school history textbooks, Zhang Qilu naturally knows it well. Zhang Qilu has read books, take them out to build a library, how can they not know that in more than half a month, the young marshal's father, Zhang Dashuai, the king of the Northeast, will die on a train returning to Fengtian from Beiping.

"Stop."

The car was parked on the side of the road, and the train station was in the distance.

"You go down."

He needs to discuss it with Li Xiaoxiao.

"Xiaoxiao, the assassination just now may have been just a trigger to force me to get on the train."

"So how are you going to go?"

"I don't know, but now the time is a little short, and we should only have more than half a month."

"Brother Qi, I remember what you said before you left. Don't try to change anything. ”

Zhang Qilu smiled, he was educated, Li Xiaoxiao is really a magical person, what kind of skin he wears plays any role. At the moment he believed the phrase that all people who play politics are born actors.

The station was neatly filled with soldiers in straight uniforms, and Zhang Qilu swept by casually, there should be a battalion of soldiers here. Without saying a word, he stepped onto the carriage.

This is a special train, and in addition to the soldiers, there are some arms and ammunition and some military and political dignitaries. Zhang Qilu is in a high-end private box at the moment, with a wine cabinet bar, sofa, desk, and even a soft floor in the carriage where you can take a rest.

He gave two orders to the adjutant. First, no one will be received today, and no one shall be allowed to step into this carriage without an order. The second order was to bring a set of women's uniforms.

After giving the order, Zhang Qilu threw himself comfortably into the soft collapse of the sofa and said to Li Xiaoxiao

"Okay, tell me who you really are now and why you're here."

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