Xiao Letian remembers that there was a saying on the Internet in later generations that was very classic, "If you don't force yourself, you won't know how excellent you are." In fact, many people are defeated by various negative emotions in their psychology.

For example, laziness, fear, desire for laziness and labor...and so on, it is not that he can't do it, but that no one has ever forced him, nor has he urged to force himself.

Why do we always see a large number of heroes that are unforgettable in history in times of trouble? It is not those who are born to counterattack and become heroes. If they were born in a prosperous era, they might be an ordinary farmer or rich man beside you.

Keep your ancestral home and land, and patiently enjoy a life of calmness and silence!

However, the times can really create heroes. Once the times are in trouble, those who are greedy for comfort will be forced to be forged in the torrent of fate, and they have no choice.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, creation is labor; yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper!

Heaven and earth are ovens, destiny and creation are craftsmen, yin and yang are fire charcoal, and all things in the world are forged fine copper!

Talents must be thrown into such a oven to enjoy the scorching flames. If you want to become a ingredient and not take your life to fight, that is daydreaming!

Aisin Gioro Zaichun has always thought that he is a good piece of material, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is just a child with great ambitions and talent, and he is not as outstanding as he imagined.

But today, after the Work of Creation raised the hammer and began to forge his waste firewood, the waste firewood could burst out with sparks. The wild genes of the white mountains and black waters in Zaichun's bloodline were completely released, and his body was filled with bloodthirsty urges.

"I want to kill me? You are worthy!"

"Is the blood of the royal family, you, a lowly person, dare to move?"

Without any hesitation, the sword of etiquette slashed Dior's throat with a click and directly stuck on the Adam's apple. The power was too great, and the thin sword of etiquette broke into two pieces with a bang.

Dior looked at Emperor Tongzhi in disbelief, as if he saw the fiercest wolf leader in northern Canada, or the injured and struggling brown bear.

This is not the murderous aura that a thirteen-year-old child can emit. At that moment, it seemed that the souls of millions of brave ancestors of a man were possessed by Emperor Tongzhi.

The ancient horn sounded, and the ice slags splashed out of the war horses stomped through the ice surface and stinged the slave's cheeks. With the murderous aura of the northern barbarians moving forward, Emperor Tongzhi's soul seemed to be reborn.

Zaichun tilted his head, and blood from Dior's neck sprayed everywhere on his chest. Xiao Zaichun raised his right foot and stepped on Dior's chest, and pulled out the broken sword stuck in the neck bone with force.

The British citizens present were completely crazy. It was worth it to come today. They witnessed the emperor of the Qing Dynasty killing the assassin with his own eyes, and the scene was so bloody.

Dior is now the lamb to be slaughtered. Two eunuchs hung his left and right arms, and the poison of the bone-transmitting nails began to numb his muscles, leaving him powerless to resist.

His throat made a sound of bubbles bursting, and blood gushed out, while Emperor Tongzhi, who was holding the short sword, shone with fierce lights in his eyes, covered in blood, and he had no intention of letting him go.

"I want to kill me? You are worthy!" He went up and went straight to the wound on his neck.

"Long live! Majestic!" Gordon, who was lying on the ground, shouted excitedly, and a large group of ladies and children in the crowd fainted from the bloody scene.

The broken sword hit the assassin's throat again, and the bones that were cut were exposed this time. Dior already felt his soul begin to float out of his body, and he no longer had the ability to act fiercely.

But Zai Chun couldn't vent the hatred in his heart. He held the broken sword in his hand and slashed at the enemy's throat again and again, with one sword after another, six swords!

People have seen bloody trachea and arteries exposed to the air, the strong cervical bones have been cut off, Dior's head drooped to one side with only a little skin connected.

"Ah! Do you want to kill me? Take action! You are worthy!"

Many years later, the people present were still chilling when they recalled such a strange scene. Any British who had experienced this assassination would never dare to say that the Chinese were cowards in their entire lives.

Dior's head was hanging upside down on his chest, and it was connected by a little skin, while the emperor of the Qing Dynasty roared like a madman and his shaking head.

How bloody this scene is, how weird it is!

At the end, Zai Chun, who was puzzled, grabbed Dior's hair and tore it down hard. He took off a large piece of flesh and blood and pulled it off.

Tears flowed on his face, diluting the spots of blood. Zaichun stood wildly on the street, holding his spoiled head high and shouting wildly.

"Who else? Damn, who else is the assassin! Who else..."

Everyone's souls were trembling when the screams were shocked. A reporter who was vomiting used all his strength to press the shutter and recorded this classic scene on the negative.

Plop, plop... Countless British people who were shocked actually knelt on the ground subconsciously, just like in the Middle Ages, crawling humbly on the mud, not daring to look up at the big man in front of them.

"Long live the emperor! Long live! Long live!" The eunuchs who were still alive, lying on the ground howling and crying. At that moment, they saw the light of their ancestors' souls shining on Emperor Tongzhi.

That is the long-standing soul memory that the nobles of the Eight Banners of the Four Nine Cities have forgotten!

"God blesses the Qing Dynasty! God blesses the Qing Dynasty! Your Majesty is the real lord of the revival of the Qing Dynasty. We will follow our lives and death... Long live! Woo woo woo woo..."

The sound of horse hooves sounded from the West like thunder. After the assassination was over, the British cavalry who came to rescue finally appeared, and the tragic scene made these veterans of warriors shudder.

Especially Emperor Tongzhi's pair of people-eating eyes, the anger erupted from inside made countless veterans in the colony dare not look directly at him. Everyone jumped off their war horses and knelt in front of Emperor Tongzhi on one knee.

"Great Emperor, we are late! Please forgive me for your sins!"

"Fuck! You! Ya! Is it time to atone for sins? Save me quickly and send these loyal warriors back to London and find the best doctor, hurry!"

"Yes, your majesty, act immediately, prepare a carriage to send the injured into the city, and send the best military doctor to the military camp! Send a company of soldiers to protect His Majesty the Emperor back to Buckingham Palace..."

"Bah! I think you dare? This is Batulu who was injured for me! I want to stay by their side and see them come back to life!"

"Give me the carriage, I personally take care of Gordon, be careful for Hu, Lian Jiu... for all the injured brothers, drive the car!"

Zaichun's face was covered in tears. He truly understood what a life-long friendship was on the battlefield. If you didn't exchange it for life, you wouldn't understand it at all.

No one dared to argue with the Qing emperor who was carrying a human head. The position of the driver in front of the carriage sent by the cavalry battalion was soon seated with Emperor Tongzhi's voice, and the head was hung under the neck of the war horse.

"No one is allowed to move this head. I want him to show off again in London. I want to see what kind of explanation the whole of Europe will give me!"

"I want an explanation! The Qing Dynasty also needs an explanation!"

"Where do these Rakshasa ghosts and French men come from? I want this explanation!"

Looking back at Gordon lying in the car, Hu Xiaoxin, Lian Jiu's wounded tears fell like broken pearls.

"Stand up! I order you to survive. As long as you come back, you will be my brothers!"

"Fight!" A crisp sound of the horse whip twitched the butt of the war horse, and the military chariot began to roll forward.
Chapter completed!