After the Tianwang Mansion killed the rebels, the next day, the gray city was filled with smoke. Last night, countless houses were burned into ashes. People on the street ran around like mice on a shipwreck. They followed their companions in the same outfit with swords and guns, caught up with them, then pressed them down, and beheaded on the street. The bodies were kicked to the street, and the heads were hung on trees and wooden stakes.

Overnight, the city seemed like a pot of big pot of bubbles on the fire, and the sounds of crying and begging for mercy and grinning were gulps, and the corpse was like rolling noodles, and the blood flowing along the corpse and the streets seemed to add more hot sauce.

In this pot of bitter and spicy noodles, Qin Mazi personally drove a Chinese-style two-wheeled car. With a pale face, he held the sea-song flag in his hand and moved forward in the fishy wind. On the back of the car board was a subordinate of the delegation and Smith and John Joe of Yung Wing's tourism group.

Everyone was very depressed.

Of course, he didn't dare to go out on a night of shouting and killing. As soon as the sky was dawn, Qin Mazi would take a subordinate to the city gate. He couldn't leave yet and needed to inquire about the situation. However, he needed to send his subordinates back to Nanchang, the Great Song Dynasty to report to Haijing that something went wrong in Tianjing.

John Joe didn't want to work in Tianjing anymore, and wanted to follow the person who reported the news to the Song Dynasty to try his luck. He was like a bodyguard. Qin Mazi agreed immediately, and Smith in Yung Wing's tourist group also wanted to follow the city gate to see the situation.

It's really not a good idea to walk through Tianjing now. It's a slaughterhouse. When a few people went out, they pulled a two-wheeled carriage with wooden compartments, but they were stopped five times before they walked a few steps away. The compartment was turned over five times, and the compartment was stabbed by a spear.

The King of Northern King was searching for the remnants of the Eastern King. If it weren't for some of these people shouting: "I am an envoy", and they were all foreigners' dresses, they would have been cut down.

Qin Mazi made a quick decision, and several people worked together to smash the wooden carriage. The passengers sat on the bare board. Qin Mazi was still holding the national flag, but now no one paid attention to them anymore.

But the situation was indeed very bad. Everyone foresaw that the city gates were controlled by the Northern King, the Heavenly King and the Dingtian Hou. No pass was allowed, so no one could leave the city!

Pass?

There is a stack of Qin Mazi’s bags.

But at this moment, he didn't have a single one on his body. He was carrying that thing. If he was discovered, his body might be separated. The pass was all opened by the King of Dong.

A group of people in costumes came back from the city gate in disgrace. But no one thought about the pass. Everyone screamed and roared beside him and was so scared that they were as scared as their grandson.

At this moment, a shrill cry came from beside him: "Uncle Qin! Uncle Qin! Save me!"

The scream seemed to have a musket shot through his forehead. Qin Mazi was shocked. His hands were covered with footprints and the national flag almost fell to the ground. He turned his head and saw that it was Wallace Chung who had just married a concubine. His legs were dragged on the ground. Two soldiers wrapped in red scarves were pulled out of one door.

At the banquet, Wallace Chung made the little lady from Hubei come out to toast Qin Mazi like a show-off. Not only her, Qin Mazi also saw Zhong Han’s main room, a strong Guangxi woman with big feet. She claimed that she also attacked Mrs. Zhong on the top of Guiyang City with bamboo guns. She was not a concubine. She was also an old buddy in the battles of the Kingdom of Heaven. She held Wallace Chung’s youngest daughter, and resisted the soldiers fiercely. While cursing, she used her fingernails to scratch the other person’s face. But the hilt of the knife was slammed on her mouth. Suddenly, the brave lady lay on the street with blood.

But Mrs. Zhong did not surrender, and held her daughter, raised her head, and yelled and cursed at the soldiers with her mouth that turned into a blood hole;

And the soldiers around them shouted in anger;

Mrs. Zhong scolded them the same sentence.

"You traitors!"

"Kill the damn thief!" A spear nailed Mrs. Zhong from behind with great hatred, pulled out the sticky blood from the pole, and then stabbed it again.

"Wow!! Miss Mother!!" Wallace Chung shouted wildly without possession. Then she reached out to the slowly passing carriage, yelling in tears: "Save me!"

Qin Mazi turned his head over and avoided the tearful eyes. In the afterglow, he saw Wallace Chung’s daughter being raised high by a soldier and then swept to the ground.

"How can I save you?" Qin Mazi, as a former Qing Dynasty man, was absolutely not angry about such things. He was just a little scared. This was helpless and natural, just pretending to be invisible.

Behind him, the scream before her concubine Chung died, then her head, which was cut off, seemed to be kicked by a soldier, rolling over the car in a gurgling manner. She parked on the street in front of the car. She stared at the group of people in costumes with her godless eyes. Smith and John Joe held the handrail of the car together and vomited wildly.

"I want to go back. Hurry up! Can you let the horse run?!" Smith shouted in ambiguously.

"It's dangerous to run." Qin Mazi didn't answer, and slowly drove the carriage towards the embassy in fear.

"You must have a pass! Do you know the people from the King of Heaven and Northern King?" Knocking on the kitchen of the embassy, ​​Qin Mazi pushed open the trembling spear in the guard's guard, and asked Yung Wing and the others loudly as soon as he entered the door.

Prime Minister Dong Wang was also responsible for the diplomacy of the Song Dynasty. The envoys of the Song Dynasty were indeed not familiar with his other forces. After all, the Heavenly King did not see you. He was staying in the Heavenly King's Mansion and only issued edicts and limericks. He would never see mortals like them once a year.

"We have seen Hong Ren!" Yung Wing shouted immediately as he heard the sparse gunfire outside.

"Then go find him immediately!" Smith, who was dissatisfied, jumped up.

"Have you met the King's cousin? Military advisor?" Qin Mazi knew all the important figures in the kingdom of heaven and earth, and immediately became happy. Then he asked a little scaredly: "He can definitely help to get a pass, but is he easy to talk to?"

"Don't worry! He is definitely easy to talk to. When he was in Hong Kong, he was a gentle and studious child." Tom Esse breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, Mr. Hong Ren is from the Western School." Yung Wing nodded.

"Okay, then go quickly." Qin Mazi turned around and was about to leave. Then he saw Zheng Abao and said, "You are waiting here."

"How can that be done?" Zheng Abao didn't want to see Hong Ren, but was afraid of being separated: "You three men and I stay here. What if we meet the Northern King's people rush in and kill us indiscriminately?"

"Go together!" Yung Wing said.

When a group of outsiders arrived at Hongren's mansion, they found that this place was completely different from other places: it turned out that the personal soldiers in the mansion were sent out to stand guard, everyone was happy, and the ground was slowly covered with blood red at the entrance of the mansion, but not the blood of the people in other places, but were full of thick firecracker shavings.

On the bench in the doorman, the official immediately went to repay it. Then when he came back, he asked Yung Wing to come in with a smile, but he didn't say he wanted Qin Mazi and the others to come in. Yung Wing promised to let them wait first. Of course, he would plead for these friends when he saw Hong Ren.

After waiting for ten minutes, the official came back and said to the nervous Qin Mazi and the others: "You can come to see the military advisor."

"…..haha, the ugly one is punished, God bless the kingdom of heaven! Don't worry everyone..." When Qin Mazi and Zheng Abao arrived in the living room, they were hearing the extremely excited voice of Hong Ren.

He was standing and talking to a few dirty foreigners, holding a glass of wine in his hand.

Seeing Hong Ren's silk robe standing with him and several foreigners standing ill-intentionedly, Qin Mazi hesitated for a moment, and immediately fell to kneel down there. He kowtowed and shouted: "Qin Liansheng, the envoy of the Song Dynasty, met with the military advisor!"

Although as a Haijing official, it is easy to forget what it is like to kneel at the court and foreign party, Hong Ren also has a foreign style, so Qin Mazi was stunned for three seconds before confirming that this was Tianjing, not Haijing. For safety, he had to kneel down.

He kowtowed. He turned his head and saw that Zheng Abao's knee was still standing beside him. He couldn't help but be surprised and annoyed. He bent his elbow and hit him violently. Zheng Abao was stunned for a moment before he quickly knelt down. He was also familiar with the decorations in Hong Ren's room: sofa, red wine, oil paintings, Western candlesticks, and chatted with guests with glasses. There were servants next to him pouring wine in red wine bottles wrapped in white cloth. Isn't this the style of the upstarts in Haijing? Do you need to kneel in such places?

Seeing the two Hai Song friends kneeling back and forth, Yung Wing and others were stunned: They are still Western-style in Hai Song style. Anyway, Qin Mazi, the envoy, had never kneeled to them, nor had his men kneel down. At this moment, they knelt down, a little shocked.

"Hey, Ambassador Qin, don't you? Hong, they don't need to kneel down, do you?" Smith was shocked by drinking the red wine sent by Hong Ren's servant. Seeing this scene, he vomited back into the glass with a sip of wine: the two in foreign dresses kneeled down in front of the elites of the Western School of Tianjing, which was a bit strange.

Ren put away his smile, walked forward a few steps coldly, and stood in front of Qin Mazi and Zheng Abao who were kneeling.

The other party didn't let himself stand up!

Qin Mazi was stunned when he looked at the pair of leather shoes on Hong Ren's feet, and kowtowed again, shouting: "I have met the military advisor!"

"Well, the envoys of the Song Dynasty are so arrogant. Do you always go to curry favor with Yang Xiuqing? Don't you want to kneel down for me, a scattered military advisor? The king of heaven has never heard of you going to see it, so he is disdainful." Hong Ren sneered.

"What's your mother's business?" When Qin Mazi heard the other party's tone was not good, he immediately sweated coldly on his head: Can we see the Heavenly King? Besides, the envoys are talking about major issues, talk about cooperation between the two countries and military cooperation. You Heavenly King and the Northern King are followers of the East King. What are we going to talk to you about?

Qin Mazi complained in his heart and had to explain: "Military advisors clearly! Every time our envoys come, they will follow etiquette and will definitely seek to see the Heavenly King, but the Heavenly King is busy with all kinds of things and has no time to see us! As for other kings, princes, generals and ministers, we will definitely visit everywhere when we come, listen to the teachings, and dare not slackew!"

"Haha, yes, we are visiting us everywhere and buying bribes everywhere." Hong Ren sneered, Qin Mazi, who was covered in cold sweat, walked to Zheng Abao in a hurry and asked, "What are you doing? Are you also an envoy?"

"Me?" Zheng Abao usually walks sideways in Haijing, but when he kneels down, he loses his confidence and returns to the Qing teenager in the countryside of Fogang. He said timidly: "Sir, the villain is the deputy general manager of the Song brothers' company. We produce arms, no, Junliang! I come to Tianjing to help the heavenly soldiers kill the Qing demons..."

"Brother's Vice President?" Hong Ren laughed. He walked past Yung Wing and the others who were stunned. He pulled out a silver spear from a pile of Western things on the table and took it to Zheng Abao and said, "Is this what you gave to the East King?"

Qin Mazi and Zheng Abao looked closely: It was indeed the sterling silver spear that was given to the East King as a gift, and now it has been brought to this adult from the East King's Mansion?

Zheng Abao nodded, Qin Mazi looked up at Hong Ren with a blank expression, not knowing what this little fat man meant, whether he was happy or sad.

However, Hong Ren laughed. He said, "It's a beautiful girl to go to Guangzhou. I heard that many people from the Dongwang like to go there. They eat there and have a lot of good things to give."

As he said that, he carried the gun, turned around and took a golden binoculars and handed it to the two of them, and smiled and said, "This is the place brought back by Special Envoy Zhong from Guangzhou. It was gilded and carved. It is very clear and fun."

"Shh..." Qin Mazi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and said to himself: It turns out that this young adult likes these little things. That's easy to deal with, it's worthless.

Zheng Abao and Qin Mazi had an idea. At this moment, his cruel spirit of making money came back again. He smiled and cursed the relatives of the Heavenly King and said, "Sir, you like it. I will give you these things specially. We are familiar with any Western goods. Brothers' brand flintlock gun is cheap and good, and we can definitely compete with foreign goods! Now that the East King is dead, you and the North King and others want to assist the Heavenly King to eliminate the Qing demons, which is indispensable for the standard arms!"

"I'm still full of words about the King of Dong and King of Dong and King of Dong?" Hong Ren smiled, and then he roared sternly: "Do you, Das Song Dynasty, recognize Yang Xiuqing, that dog thief, and look down on me, the Hong brothers?!"

Qin Mazi and Zheng Abao knelt on the ground and petrified at the same time. Didn’t you just say it to the East King? Who dares to look down on you? Are you not the cousin of the Heavenly King? What do you mean?

As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Ren suddenly smashed the gilded telescope in front of two envoys of Haisong and shouted: "Damn, you Song Gouzi will collude with Yang Xiuqing! You gave Yang Gou everything, and saw that Yang Gou was like your father, and there was no us in your eyes at all?!"

At that time, Hong Ren swung the silver musket in his hand and tugged it on Zheng Abao's head. The deputy general was immediately knocked down to the floor.

"Damn Song Thief! You are rebels! You are in a relationship with Yang Gou!" While cursing, Hong Ren kicked the gun and smashed it on the floor. Zheng Abao was beating him and cried.

"Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu!" The glass in the hands of Yung Hong and his gang behind Hong Ren fell to the ground. Everyone looked at the kind fat big man with a ferocious face beaten up the envoy Hai Song.

"Sir, please spare me! Sir, please spare me!" Zheng Abao screamed and howled and begged for mercy.

"I'm not an adult, I'm the king!" Hong Ren looked at the gap between Zheng Abao's hands and kicked him in the mouth.

"If Yang Gou hadn't interfered, we would have been the prince! Where can we allow him? You and Qing Yao are crazy!" Hong Ren cursed.

"Hong!" Smith ran towards Hong Ren, trying to stop the former Han Association cadre from committing violence against Zheng Abao, but immediately the guards in the hall drew their swords and pointed them.

"God." Smith retreated timidly, and squeezed into a group with Yung Wing and Tom, in the hall, Hong Ren was screaming violently. Everyone was inseparable from his soul.

"Your Highness Gan King! Your Highness Gan King!" Qin Mazi sweated all over his face. He knew that if this continues, Zheng Abao would die. As an ambassador, how could he let the distinguished guest be beaten to death by the King's cousin? How could he explain this time? He pressed his knees against the fragments of the telescope on the ground and moved his hands, stretched out his hands and shouted: "We have always recognized that the King of Heaven is a true god! We respect you! We are a small country of Cheer and do not understand etiquette! Your Highness, please spare us!"

"Give me a shit!" Hong Ren seemed to be a red-eyed tiger, attracted by Qin Mazi. He was panting and threw away the bloody musket and kicked Qin Mazi in the chest. Qin Mazi was immediately kicked and fell to the ground.

Hong Ren jumped over and punched and kicked him again.

Qin Mazi lies on the ground like a shrimp, protecting her head with her arms, but she can't help but scream. After being beaten every time, she screams one second: "We are wrong, please forgive me!"

He is a gangster, and he is more experienced in being beaten than Zheng Abao. He knows that when he is beaten like this, he must not scream in pain, otherwise the other party will become more addicted to the other party's beating. He must distinguish the sound of begging for mercy and the rhythm of the other party's beating you.

In fact, if you are beaten on the street, you don’t even beg for mercy. It’s like a cloth bag. The more you beat the other party, the more you get boring, you will ignore you. Of course, when you meet a fool with good physical strength, you may be beaten to death quietly. In short, being beaten requires skills. But luck is the most needed.

But they can't offend Hong Ren, they still have to ask for a pass. This is no longer a business. If Hong Ren is angry, they will all die in one sentence. Qin Mazi must be beaten to get closer.

"Hong! Stop!" Smith and Tom Yung Wing behind were both shouting, and Qin Mazi was lucky and Hong Ren was not strong enough. After beating Zheng Abao, beating him was at the end of his strength.

After a while, the kick that fell on his body disappeared. Qin Mazi opened his eyes and saw that Hong Ren was breathing on his knees. He immediately turned over and knelt down, knocked to the end, and shouted: "Your Highness, let us go! We are a small country, and we must correct our mistakes! We will help the Heavenly King and you to seize the world and establish the Kingdom of Heaven."

"Is Zhao Kuo a bastard?" Hong Ren asked with his knees..." Qin Mazi was stunned.

"I'll ask you if Zhao Kuo is a bastard?" Hong Ren's eyes roared.

"Your Majesty... Of course, it's! Zhao Kuo is a bastard!" Qin Mazi said, but he shouted in his stomach: "Go to your mother's loyalty and patriotic kingdom, I'm going to survive!"

"You Song, you are just a country of villains. Ask him to change his envoy to see us immediately. I will soon introduce the Western system. By then, telegrams, railways, steam ships, and clear demons will be destroyed soon. If the king is effective, I will protect him as a southern prince." Hong Ren finally smiled, leaving behind fragments of the ground and the dying Zheng Abao, and of course he also issued a pass.

That afternoon, Qin Mazi pulled Zheng Abao and quickly fled to the corpse of Tianjing, full of corpses, with their own people.
To be continued...