New Warlords 1909

[The New Warlord 1909 / by Fu Bai]

Book introduction:

A modern-day mercenary, a powerful man who runs across the underground forces on the west coast of the United States.In an accident, it traveled to the end of the Qing Dynasty in 1909.

A family of local tyrants, a 200-member armed guard.The protagonist made a bold decision, started with difficulty, and set off a road to national rejuvenation and rise.

This is a pure fiction, which is a good wish.Everyone is welcome to discuss relevant history, sensitive topics are prohibited, thank you for your cooperation~

———The following is the beginning of the content————

Prologue death is also the soul of China

"Brother Sheng, we are completely surrounded by the police, there are FBI and CIA everywhere, and we can't get out."

Watson held an M45.56mm carbine in his hand, stared at the countless red dots on the infrared detector, and couldn't help but spit, "Damn, even the armored vehicles and helicopters came out, it seems that we really regard us as secret agents !"

"Brother Sheng, I will lead seven brothers to cover the fire. You break out from the direction of eight o'clock. It is a downtown area. As long as we successfully cross that road, we can escape the pursuit of these bastards!" A one-eyed man in his 30s Move over, draw a rough map on the ground, and quickly say.

"No, I will stay alone for cover, and you all retreat from the direction of eight o'clock!"

"Brother Sheng, don't want Brother Sheng! No way!" Hearing this sentence, more than a dozen sturdy armed men quickly surrounded him, and their voices were extremely anxious.

"This is an order, execute it immediately!"

Everyone fell into silence for a moment. In the gloomy building, the dazzling top light of police lights flashed from time to time, and the tweeter was still repeating the same shout.

"Brother Sheng, it's all your brothers who have dragged you down! Over the years, you have brought your brothers to work hard, so that we can live a rich and warm life. But you, Brother Sheng... you haven't heard of it before, just listen to what your brothers say. Advise, go out!"

The one-eyed man's words reminded everyone of a few years ago.They were originally mercenaries of a mercenary company. After the war ended, most of them retired after their contracts expired.However, what is unexpected is that they were unfortunately framed for prisoner abuse. Not only did they not get the reward they deserved, but they went bankrupt because of the lawsuit.

Just when everyone was helpless, it was Watson who took the initiative to terminate the unexpired contract.Finding this group of desperate brothers, he only said one word.We are men, life, money, women, with your hands and guns, fight for it!

In three years, only three years, under the leadership of Watson, 27 brothers acted resolutely and decisively, quickly wiped out the underground forces in seven or eight cities on the west coast of the United States, and became the rising stars of the underground organizations in the United States.

Just when everyone's business was on the right track, by accident, they wiped out a smuggling gang.On an obscure fishing boat, they found a box of top-secret documents.

This is a top-secret military document about the motherland, which was planned to be brought to the United States by a traitor.After seeing this document, the military's keen sense told them that a monstrous wave was about to hit.

Watson quickly summoned all the brothers. Many of us were born in foreign countries, and the motherland was just a distant and vague existence in their hearts.

However, after learning of the situation, everyone agreed to send this top-secret information back to the motherland.Because it not only contains a large number of top-secret military information, but also a very important list of internal traitors.

Just when they just started to act, the CIA, FBI and even NA all acted.After more than a day of circling, they were still besieged in this unfinished office building.If it weren't for the value of this top-secret document, I'm afraid they would have been blasted into scum long ago.

"Listen, although we are soldiers, we have never known who we are fighting for all these years." Watson's face showed an extremely determined and excited look, "Only this time, I feel The passion and surge in the heart. As a soldier, the greatest glory is to die on a worthy battlefield."

"Everyone memorizes the list on the document, and destroys the document on the spot. Lao Mei must not get it. If you still think of me as Brother Sheng, follow my last order and disperse the encirclement. As long as one person is alive If you go out, you must try your best to send me the list back to the motherland!"

"Remember, even if we die, we are still Chinese souls!"

That night, the residents of San Francisco only heard that a large-scale gun battle broke out in the west of the city. The police even used armed helicopters and armored vehicles to violently bomb an office building.However, what puzzled the citizens was that even the ubiquitous reporters could not find any relevant information.

1 Rebirth 1909

Head hurts!what happened?Haven't you been killed yet?Huh?What is this smell?The smell of dirt?How can it be!In the modern city of San Francisco, how could there be such a strong earthy scent of agarwood.And this smell is still so intoxicating and refreshing.

"Listen, Gou Biao, all Yingyang is here, 2000 yuan, you release my son quickly, don't be rude again!"

"Hey, 2000 yuan? Sir, I suddenly feel that the asking price is too low. No way. 2000 yuan is definitely not acceptable. Add another [-] yuan to get together [-] yuan to redeem your son!"

"Dog Biao!" An old voice roared angrily, "Don't overdo it, thieves have their own way, and the gangsters in Chaohu Lake don't have your vote!"

Watson opened his eyes, and saw a big man in his 40s squatting in front of him, holding a...Huh?Mauser 6 pistol?Antique!real or fake?

Watson was a little confused, looked behind the big man, and was instantly stupid again.This...an antique gun fair!Two Mauser 188 rifles, three 88-type Mauser rifles, and five domestic Kuaili rifles.In addition, there are seven or eight old-fashioned rifles of unrecognizable models, among which there are even ancient existences of front-loading rifles.

Looking to the opposing side on the right, the guns are even more mixed.In addition to rifles such as Mauser Kuaili, there are also classic famous guns such as Manlicher and Browning 103.Judging from the number of people, the two parties are evenly matched.

It looks like I've been kidnapped!Watson, who came back to his senses, quickly understood his situation, and it was too late to delve into the issue of antique guns.Quickly observed the surrounding terrain and thought about ways to escape.

"Listen, old man!" The big man kicked hard, and the pained Watson almost yelled.Then a cold muzzle hit his forehead.

"You are limited to one hour, if you don't bring three thousand eagles, don't blame me for shooting your son's head through, alas...!" The big man waved his hands and shouted, but before he could finish speaking, he Feeling a numbness in his wrist, he couldn't help letting go of the gun in his hand.Then there was only a bang, and the big man's last eyes were full of surprise as he watched Watson take his gun and roll quickly into the ditch beside him.

Impossible, who fired the shot?Why did my gun go out of that kid's hands?

However, no one could tell him anymore. With the sound of the gunshot, the two sides fired at each other indiscriminately.After Watson won the Mauser 6, he turned over and rolled towards a ditch more than four meters away.But his body seemed to be extremely uncoordinated, which made his movements extremely sluggish, and his speed was more than several times slower.

Pressing down on the gunshot wound on his left arm, Watson took a breath, raised his gun and shot.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

One shot at a time, every shot is perfect.Although there seemed to be something wrong with his body, but at such a close distance, the other party was still standing without any cover.If you can't hit again, isn't it worthy of so many years of shooting training?

The bandits lost their leader in the blink of an eye, and Watson killed three of them with three shots.Immediately, they were so frightened that they collapsed and fled in all directions.Watson was about to catch up, but the gun only had three bullets.And now the situation is weird, so he immediately turned around and stared at the other team vigilantly.

"Master, what's the matter with you, master?" There was a sudden commotion in that team, and some people cried loudly.

A little old man in his 50s and [-]s, with a goatee and a mandarin jacket, came crying and running, shouting, "Master, are you all right? Come out quickly, master... Got shot!"

Master?Is it me?Thinking of the process of kidnapping hostages and ransoming tickets just now, Watson was momentarily stunned.How did I become a young master, and...and where is this?What year?

He hurried home with the team in a daze. The master they were talking about, that is, his father (bē), seemed to be seriously injured and was in a coma.Walking into a classical Huizhou-style mansion, seeing that the master was injured, everyone in the yard was crying and busy.

Entering the house, Watson suddenly went straight to the well, picked up a bucket of water, stared at the bucket in a daze, then touched his face and pinched his nose.In the end, he took off his clothes and looked left and right, as if he had gone crazy.

Could it be... I... crossed over?

In the end, the master of the Hua family died because of his injuries.After seeing off his father in this body in a daze, Watson retreated into the room and flipped through a thick stack of old newspapers.

Time travel, indeed time travel!Even though Watson's will was as firm as a rock, he couldn't help feeling a little dazed.However, out of habit, with the help of newspaper information and Butler Liu's nagging, he quickly and roughly understood the brief background of this time and space.

It is now June 10 AD, which is the first year of Qing Xuantong, the real end of the Qing Dynasty. This is Jiutian Village near Sanhe Town, Luzhou Prefecture, Anhui.The family who traveled through was also surnamed Hua, and they were big landlords with hundreds of acres of fertile land.

The Hua family was originally a rich farmer, because they were related to Li Hongzhang, the minister of the late Qing Dynasty.After the Sino-Japanese War of [-]-[-], he was disheartened towards Guochao.Hua Fuyuan returned to his hometown to save money to buy land and set up factories, so that he left a considerable family business today.

His current body, surnamed Hua and named Fei, and named Zishou, is the only precious son of the head of the Hua family, Hua Fuyuan.Three years ago, he was sent to Shanghai Nanyang Public School to study. When he returned home this time, he never thought of being hijacked by boat bandits on Chaohu Lake and demanding ransom.

10 years, the prelude to the changing era!I never thought that not only would I realize my dream of returning to my motherland, but I would also return to such an age of deep suffering.It was during this period that the ancestors of Huasheng in the previous life traveled far and wide, endured untold hardships, and took root overseas.As a descendant of Chinese workers, Watson has an indelible mark on the hard work, blood and tears that the Chinese workers went abroad to survive.

I must do something, whether it is for the suffering motherland in my mind, or for the tens of thousands of Chinese labor ancestors who will no longer leave their homes and shed countless blood and tears that are not known to outsiders.

So very soon, the entire Hua family saw the young master who was 'depressed' due to the death of the master, get up at dawn, run desperately to the town, and then run back until he was sweating profusely and exhausted. .Then he lay down on the ground and propped himself up and down with his hands, and finally jumped around weirdly like a frog.

What interested more than 100 Ding the most was the young master's shooting. I really don't know who he learned this from in the school.Pick up a rifle, at such a long distance, the gun hits the palm-sized tiles.

This is simply a sharpshooter, piercing Yang with a hundred steps!Since Hua Fuyuan had fought in the Huai Army for many years, there were some traces of militarization in the training of the servants.But that's the case, none of them has shooting skills that can be compared with the young master.

As expected of the master's son, the master was a fierce general in the Huai army back then, this young master has not lost the prestige of the master in the past!After three days of farewell, they looked at each other with admiration. Many old people in Washington could not help feeling relieved to see that Hua Fei was no longer as lazy and cowardly as he used to be.