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Chapter 733: Immortal Qin Extra—The Rise of Immortal Qin 1

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    At night, the neon lights of the Shanghai Public Settlement are shining, and the wall of lights is brilliant. Opposite the large and small entertainment venues, the rickshaw driver puts his hands in his sleeves and squats on the side of the road, watching the people coming and going on the opposite side. He is wearing a suit and hugging the dancing girl and shouts  The wealthy people who laugh and scold are mostly foreign devils of all kinds who come and go here, but there are also Chinese Taipan and compradors.

    The foreign patrol officers looked at the rich and powerful in the cold night with envy and jealousy, and then they cursed and kicked the Chinese patrol officers in the patrol room several times.

    The public concession is the most prosperous area in Shanghai, and Shanghai is the most prosperous city in China. It is a paradise and a hell. It is a paradise for foreigners and compradors. However, because of the entry of foreign goods into China, large-scale landless farmers have gone bankrupt and their dreams have been shattered.  hell.

    Gangsters, compradors, green skinned men, foreign masters, Eastern masters, government officials, revolutionary parties, Beiyang government officials, warlords, dignitaries, Manchu princes, Japanese spies, sailors from all over the world Here you can see all kinds of characters from all religions and nine schools, performing a drama.  Another absurd comedy.

    Nowhere in semi-colonial and semi-feudal China can show such complexity, the epitome of this era.

    The patrol houses have checkpoints at the borders of the public concessions and are responsible for checking people entering the concessions. This is a manifestation of the privileges of various powers in China. The fourteen division patrol houses and the joint trial of public houses make the law enforcement power of the concessions completely in the hands of foreigners.  The few Chinese directors in the Ministry of Industry Bureau that managed the concession were also compradors of foreign companies.

    Ying Zheng walked along North Sichuan Road towards the busiest part of the public concession. Compared to the Chinese of this era, Ying Zheng looked unusually tall. When Chen Ang and the Republic created Xian Qin, they obviously took the height of the Terracotta Warriors into reference.  Therefore, each of these created Lao Qin people was over eight feet tall.

    The green-skinned gangsters from the Jiekou Pao Brother Club looked at this strange man with strange eyes. He was well-dressed and dressed in black clothes. On his head was a tall crown that reached the sky. On the black robe, there were vermilion  The coat of arms is extremely eye-catching.

    This kind of crown, clothes, shoes, and accessories that resemble Hanfu was a series of etiquette formulated by Qin Shihuang himself. What he did not expect was that Liu Bang, who had no moral integrity, completely inherited this set of things, because Qin only had the second generation, and  However, Han tradition has been passed down for more than 400 years, and this series of clothing has become Hanfu.

    In the era of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, it was not uncommon to wear long robes and mandarin jackets, and there were many people wearing braids. Suits and foreign clothes may still be rare in other places, but in Shanghai, they are all used to it.

    But it’s really rare to see someone wearing Hanfu and a bun on their head.

    Ying Zheng silently looked at this ten-mile foreign market, which was full of lights and feasting, but also concealed filth and evil. He slowly moved forward. Next to him, the green man from Brother Pao's club looked at him unscrupulously in the corner, and whispered: "This  Gua Wa Zi, he has a big head, what is his origin?"

    "Do you think it's strange to see it?"

    The local Qingpi next to him raised his chin frivolously: "I'm a little red guy, and he dares to be casual when he comes to Ala's territory. Dressed like this, he's either a lunatic or a revolutionary party."

    "Look, there's a shop patrol coming up!"

    Ying Zheng’s dress not only attracted the attention of the gangsters on the street, but also attracted the attention of the patrol shop. Several Chinese patrol shops, led by the foreign patrol shop, swarmed up.

    The shop patrolmen greeted him rudely, with a stern look on their faces. On the contrary, although Ying Zheng's face was a little majestic, it was still gentle. There was no trace of an eternal tyrant at all. A Chinese shop patrolman vomited on the ground.  He spat, shouted hoarsely, and said to Ying Zheng: "Who are you and why are you here in the concession?"

    Ying Zheng said calmly: "Concession? Is it the land ceded to those barbarians?"

    "How brave!" When the Chinese shop patrolmen heard the two Yi people, their expressions changed immediately, and they rushed forward to protect the master. Of course, the foreign shop patrolman could also understand Chinese, although Ying Zheng had a slightly elegant Qin Dynasty accent.  , it was a bit difficult for him to hear, but with the help of the loser next to him, he was able to hear Ying Zheng's words clearly.

    He pushed aside a few Chinese patrolmen and walked up, saying to Ying Zheng: "You call me Yiren! Your former emperor also called us that. Then the British Empire launched two wars and reached his palace. From then on, it was signed  The treaty stipulates that we are not allowed to refer to us as barbarians."

    "You barbarians from the Far East are no longer allowed to use such insulting names to call us civilized people."

    The foreigner patrolling the shop sneered and uttered an English word: "barbarian!"

    "I suspect he is a dangerous element, arrest him!" the foreign patrolman ordered. He looked at Ying Zheng with cold eyes and directed several Chinese patrolmen to rush forward.  Ying Zheng smiled slightly and said, "I didn't think so.It’s amazing how a barbarian who is about to lose his country can still be so majestic in our country.  "

    He raised his head and looked towards the eastern sky, thoughtfully.

    The ground shook slightly, and a uniform rushing sound came from the distance. Not far away, several men and women screamed in surprise. Pedestrians in the distance became commotion and fled to the shops on both sides.

    In just a few breaths, the sound became louder and louder, and gradually people could hear it clearly. It was the sound of horse hooves of a large group of cavalry galloping on the ground. The foreign patrolman had a smile on his lips just a moment ago, ready to watch.  To the scene where Ying Zheng was hit head-on with a police baton and fell to the ground with his head in his hands.

    But the next moment, he was pierced through the chest by a crossbow arrow shot from a distance, and with his fat body, he was nailed to the ground not far away.

    Ying Zheng watched calmly as several crossbow arrows stirred up strong wind, grazed his cheek, and hit the patrolmen who were surrounding him. The thick bronze crossbow arrows easily tore their limbs into pieces, turning these patrollers like rag dolls.  It runs through the ground and the wall of the shop next to it.

    Blood spattered at Ying Zheng’s feet, and he stepped on it without even looking.

    The green-skinned gangsters who were watching the show were so frightened that they peed their pants. They screamed and ran away in both directions. Those who were too slow were beheaded by the cavalry who rushed up from behind. Their bronze horse hooves stepped on the cement road.  It makes a crisp clicking sound.

    Countless bronze figurines and horses gathered from all directions and crowded behind Ying Zheng. The bronze chariots and horses they sat on were uniform and the whole team was silent. The good road in the public concession played a role that foreigners did not want it to have. On both sides  The shops hurriedly closed their doors, and curious people lay in the cracks of the doors, looking at this army that seemed to have walked out of history.

    Ying Zheng stepped onto the chariot beside him. He personally held the reins and stared at the colorful lights and neon lights spreading along the road into the distance. He held a bronze sword and faced the war martyrdoms surrounding him. Looking in all directions,  He said loudly: "I am the First Emperor! Defeat the six kingdoms and unify the world! Found the Qin Dynasty!"

    "After sleeping for a thousand years, when I woke up, I saw only the overthrow of my motherland and the fall of China!"

    "The vast land of China is my land, and the Chinese people are my people. But now the country has been destroyed, and it has become a barbarian, with all its clothes and clothes covered. The homeland is full of arrogance!"

    "Generals, obey the order!"

    "Here!" the bronze terracotta warriors shouted in unison.

    "Follow me to cleanse the mess and conquer this place! Let the Qin Dynasty regain its glory!" With the roar of the First Emperor, the bronze terracotta warriors and horses poured in like mercury, along the concrete land of the concession.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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