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Chapter 118, 1st Shot Killed
boom!boom!
Suddenly, Jiang Yueming heard a piercing gunshot. Her eyes snapped open as blinding rays of sunlight streamed into them.
He didn't have time to cover himself with his hands. He immediately stood up from the ground, walked to the edge of the city wall, and looked out. He felt a jolt in his heart.
In his eyes, Dinghai City was filled with black smoke, and the streets and houses were either ruins or a sea of fire. In this fierce prison, wails and screams of agony could be heard all the time.
His eyes narrowed as he suddenly recalled the records of Dinghai City from his previous life. On that morning, the British army broke into the city and found that the garrison had already fled. They broke through the gates of Dinghai City without bloodshed.
"Damn it!"
Without hesitation, Jiang Yueming leaped off the city tower, which was dozens of meters high. In his previous life, he would never have dared to do such a thing. Fortunately, this world was different from his previous life. Even though he jumped from such a height, his body was not injured.
However, even with the damage, he couldn't care less about the current situation. The only thing he could do now was to find Bo Mai immediately to stop the British army's slaughter and poisoning of Dinghai City!
boom!
As Jiang Yueming ran, she seemed to have crushed something. She slowed down and looked back. When she looked down, a jade hairpin with a bright green color came into view.
The jade hairpin had been crushed in two by him, and it was impossible to repair it.
On either side of the jade hairpin lay a horrifying scene: the corpses of a man and a woman lay on either side, each with a heavy boulder on its body.
It was obvious that he was crushed to death by rocks blasted up by the artillery shell!
Moreover, they seemed to be a couple. The man kept looking at the woman until his death, and the woman, though her eyes showed fear, also stared straight at the man.
Both of them extended one hand, but unfortunately, they had already breathed their last before their palms could clasp together.
"Sigh," Jiang Yueming sighed deeply as he witnessed the devastation brought by war once again, a pain tugging at his brow.
He bent down and used his trembling hands to close their eyes, murmuring, "Rest in peace, you are innocent."
As soon as the sound faded, Jiang Yueming lifted her legs again, desperately searching for Bo Mai.
Two small butterflies suddenly flew over the jade hairpin that had broken into two pieces behind him. They circled the broken hairpin twice in the warm sunlight before scattering in different directions.
The flames of war in Dinghai City are still raging, and cries of agony fill the air. The city has long lost its former prosperity, leaving only ruins and desolation.
"Hmm, that is..." Jiang Yueming's eyes narrowed, her gaze falling on a grand mansion with a vermilion gate, and she said.
During his run, he suddenly came across a burning mansion, which was completely engulfed in flames, making it almost impossible to enter from the outside or exit from the inside.
However, the two white-haired old men sat quietly in the high hall of the mansion, their aged eyes closed, but their faces showed no panic. Instead, their hands, tightly clasped together on the wooden table in the middle, looked extremely desolate.
Jiang Yueming turned her head to take one last look at the mansion before running forward again.
He knew that the two elderly people had already passed away, and even if he rushed in now, he would not be able to save them.
Moreover, judging from their demeanor as they left, they seemed quite content and showed no regret or fear whatsoever.
The fire quickly reduced the entire mansion to ashes, burying the ashes of the two elderly people under the ruins.
A tiny flame still lingered on the floor, its faint glow devouring an old painting. The contents of the painting had long been burned beyond recognition, leaving only a few lines of elegant ink writing at the end.
To live and die together, to grow old together.
War should never be used as a tool for nations to vie for power and dominance, under any circumstances.
Because war is so cruel and merciless. Behind every war, how many families are shattered? How many lives are lost? How much blood and tears are shed?
A series of questions flooded Jiang Yueming's mind, and his face showed a deep sense of sorrow and grief.
Because he was a military officer in his previous life, had been on the battlefield too many times, and had witnessed too many partings and deaths, when he saw Dinghai City perish in the sea of fire again, his heart ached as if it were being struck by a drum.
He hates war! He despises war!
The price paid behind every war is far too high. Human life is the most precious thing. If it is taken away by war so easily, then what is the meaning of life?
Some people may think that since they haven't personally gone to the battlefield, they can stay away from war, but this is an extremely foolish idea.
You have to understand that the soldiers on the front lines are not robots; they need pay and weapons, so where do they come from?
It is certainly true that the government should pay for it, but doesn't the government's money come from the taxes paid by every ordinary citizen?
Therefore, wars between nations are not only a contest between two armies on the battlefield, but also a confrontation between people!
This is also what Jiang Yueming is most worried about now. Once the Holy Dragon Empire declares war on the Yingquan Clan, the people within the empire will surely suffer!
If the three families were to stab us in the back at this time, the royal family would be completely doomed!
Now that things have come to this, the best course of action is to agree to all of Palmerston's demands. If we can negotiate a one-year extension, that would be ideal. If not, we must prepare for the worst.
Indemnities and territorial concessions!
Wait a year before planning to send troops to reclaim our lost territory!
"Ugh...you beasts...uh!"
"This Eastern woman is really comfortable!"
"Yeah, she feels so delicate!"
Upon hearing the vulgarity in the English, Jiang Yueming immediately stopped and rushed towards the source of the sound. An uncontrollable rage rose from the bottom of his heart, and his teeth clenched so tightly they clicked.
The sound originated from a luxurious mansion. Upon entering the main hall, one could see two British barbarians pulling up their trousers, clearly having finished their business.
In the front yard behind them, corpses lay in pools of blood. In particular, a young scholar in blue robes stood on the threshold of the main hall. His death was extremely gruesome; he had been shot dozens of times, yet he still gripped a knife tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on the two British barbarians until his last breath.
Upon seeing this scene, Jiang Yueming's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his face turned as cold as frost as he rushed into the main hall.
"You... who are you! You want to do... Ah!"
Before the Englishman could finish speaking, Jiang Yueming leaped up and delivered a powerful sweeping kick to his face. With a loud thud, the Englishman's spine shattered, and he flew through the air, crashing into a wooden screen.
The two blood-red fangs swung in an arc in the air before landing on the ground. As for the Englishman, his fate was already unknown.
Upon seeing Jiang Yueming's ruthlessness, another British soldier, without even having time to put on his trousers, ran to grab a brown flintlock pistol from the side, pointed it at Jiang Yueming, and immediately pulled the trigger.
boom!
Suddenly, sparks flew from the dark muzzle of the gun, and a bullet was fired, aimed directly at Jiang Yueming's head, clearly intended to kill him instantly!