I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

And in order to ensure a smooth trip, Zhu Fugui urgently needs a white skin as a puppet.

So there was such a train bombing.

As for why the site selection is so accurate and the action is so skillful, I have to thank the rock.

The Raven tribe makes a living by selling horses.

But if such a nomadic horse-trading tribe does not usually have a part-time "side job", it is really impossible.

Rock, as a well-known warrior of the tribe, naturally also participated in the action of "squatting on the grass" against the passing caravan.

With skilled guidance and Zhu Fugui's excellent equipment, the operation this time was unusually smooth.

……

Chapter 051 I am a Barbarian

"You bloody savages, let me go, I'm good friends with Sheriff Gore in Seattle, we drank in the same bar!"

Donald, who was tied up, kept yelling loudly in English, as if he had a backbone.

It's just that his sneaky mung bean eyes betrayed his heart.

Donald had already noticed that Zhu Fugui's English was surprisingly standard.

He couldn't understand why an Indian had such a strong Cockney accent. The only explanation was that he might have gone to London for further studies.

In London there is a School of Political Economy, which exclusively enrolls students from the colonies.

Through political brainwashing and ideological indoctrination, these students were trained to be admirers or even agents of the British Empire.

In fact, this school will produce more than 50 national leaders in the future.

Including the Prime Minister of Canada, the Prime Minister of India, the presidents of a small African and Caribbean country, and some familiar figures.

In this era, since those colonies have not yet become independent, there are no national leaders born.

However, Britain consolidated its rule by recruiting colonial elites, which is an old tradition.

So it is not impossible for Donald to think that Zhu Fugui studied in London.

"Since you have learned the 'beautiful' language and come into contact with the 'advanced' culture, how can you keep company with these savages!"

Donald tries to "influence" Zhu Fugui, the leading barbarian.

"barbarian?"

Zhu Fugui smiled.

Until the 21st century, from the perspective of the European civilization system, the Chinese were still barbarians.

So much so that some people in China even want to legislate against eating dog meat to show their determination to approach the standards of the "civilized world".

Although Zhu Fugui himself doesn't eat dog meat, and even likes puppies, he also scoffs at the practice of measuring civilization by Western standards and violating national traditions.

You must know that Zhou Li is the first day of Chinese civilization, and one of the six animals is a dog.

It doesn't really matter whether you eat dogs or not. It is the reason why people are speechless when beheading Chinese officials with Western swords.

Today, Donald's phrase "barbarian" reminds Zhu Fugui of bad memories.

"Yes, I am a barbarian!"

A barbarian is a barbarian, Zhu Fugui recognized it, "Yang Liu!"

"exist!"

"Light a sky lantern for this foreign brother! Let him see what barbarians are!"

"Oh, you don't understand. Let me translate it for you. 'Lighting the sky lantern' literally means to light up the lamp of God. Don't you often say that you want to be guided by God? If you don't light the lamp, how can you guide it in the dark? ..."

How to drill holes in human skulls, how to pour oil into them, how to light them...

With the blessing of full-level English, Zhu Fugui's narration can be said to be vivid and pleasant.

Of course, Zhu Fugui didn't really intend to do this. He was not a bandit from the Tianping Heavenly Kingdom or Xiangxi, and his taste was not that strong.

Just to frighten this fat boy, if he is really proud and unyielding, Zhu Fugui will only send him a bullet to see Jesus.

In fact, lighting the sky lanterns is scary, but it is actually the same thing compared to the "exotic tricks" in the European Inquisition.

But the American fat boy in front of him obviously has not experienced such a battle.

Before Zhu Fugui finished his introduction, his crotch became hot and he urinated.

Things followed in a logical way.

Yang Liu held a special saber and looked over his head with malicious eyes.

Donald immediately stated that he and the Indians were old friends for decades.

Although I have never been in touch, I have been in touch for a long time.

The lives of Indians matter, and the actions of the Lincoln gang are not correct.

I, Donald, stand firmly against this evil practice!

As for what the Yin princes have to order, he, Tang Xiaochuan, will definitely serve.

……

Yang Liu's beating went smoothly, and Qi Wenchang directed the other soldiers to eliminate the traces of the explosion.

This light track is the only road connecting Prash, mainly for the transportation of coal.

Only small steam locomotives and horsepower trains can run on it.

This kind of horsepower train similar to that in "Let the Bullets Fly" was very common in the West at this time.

Even in some parts of Europe, horse-powered trains were used well into the twentieth century.

Of course, Zhu Fugui ordered people to remove the traces not to repair the light rail and restore it to its original state.

It's not a problem to blow up the railway.

The Sioux mainland tribes often do this kind of thing.

Zhu Fugui's purpose was to destroy the explosion site.

In this operation, the ammonium nitrate explosives used by the Royal Armed Forces of the Ming Dynasty is something that does not exist in this era, so it is best not to expose it too early.

……

Li Chunfa came to Zhu Fugui's side with hesitation.

Ordinarily, such a battle should not have brought him here.

However, I was worried that the hostages would be injured in the explosion, so I brought Dr. Li with me in case of emergency.

"Is there something wrong with you, Li Ban? Is it the first time you see a dead person feeling uncomfortable?" Zhu Fugui asked strangely.

"I followed the late emperor in the past, and I also went to the north and south of the river. At that time, there was a severe drought in the Huanghuai River, thousands of miles of barren land, and there was a lot of troubles. The people changed their children to eat. That is really uncomfortable..."

Li Chunfa put on a windbreaker for Zhu Fugui, and murmured, "It's just long live... You are the grandson of the great ancestor, the emperor, a person like the sky, how can you compare yourself to a barbarian?"

Zhu Fugui was stunned for a moment, and after seeing Li Chunfa's serious expression, he realized that this was the reason:

"Li Banban, the Mantas said, 'Those who belong to the barbarians and the Chinese belong to the Chinese, and those who are from the Chinese to the barbarians belong to the barbarians'. What do you think of this statement?"

"It's a great mystery!"

Li Chunfa said indignantly, "Ming Taizu expelled the Mongolian Tartars and regained China, which is the most righteous thing in the past 3000 years. His Eight Banners Tarbarians just took advantage of the rebellion and rebellion, and the Wu thieves offered the pass, so they were lucky enough to steal the Central Plains. Don't dare to speak falsely about China. Of!"

Zhu Fugui nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, that's the reason. Huaxia refers to culture, blood, and inheritance. It won't lose because we are in America, and it won't lose because I compare myself to barbarians." Lack, as long as we have Huaxia in our hearts, then I am from China!"

"Of course, the homeland of the Han and Tang Dynasties, I will recover sooner or later!"

……

Zhu Fugui once again drew a big cake for the loyal Comrade Li, and the latter's old face finally returned to a smile.

Comrade Lao Li took out a pair of pig ears with honey sauce, and while enjoying them happily, he supervised the armed workers to clean up the scene and carry the corpses.

Zhu Fugui felt that according to his living habits, Comrade Li might not see the day when he regained China.

"Forget it, never forget to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices, ah bah, never forget to tell this old servant!"

Zhu Fugui shook his head and gave up his efforts to correct the miracle doctor's diet.

Speaking of which, Zhu Fugui's imitation of the King of Chu and shouting "I am a barbarian" was not a whim.

On Huhu in the 21st century, there is such a small group of people who shout "enter the customs" and so on all day long.

This simple and crude slogan made many people feel disgusted.

Why did we dignified Chinese sons become barbarians?

Now that Zhu Fugui is the Son of Heaven, it is naturally impossible for him to support entering customs.

But this doctrine is not without merit.

It solves at least one key problem.

That is why no matter what China does, how it does it, no matter how well it does it, it has never been recognized by the Western world.

Take that epidemic as an example. China's top-down approach to benchmarking against Western countries is simply a perfect model.

But the end result is still rejection.

On the contrary, South Korea, Germany and other countries whose technical actions are almost the same as those of China, and whose practical results are not as good as China, have become benchmarks for "democratic anti-epidemic".

The answer to this question is indeed very similar to the Eastern Land before Jiashen:

As long as you don't enter the customs, what the barbarians do is wrong, and the Confucians of the Ming Dynasty will always look down on you.

And once the Manchu Qing entered the customs and took possession of the artifact, then the Confucians who were originally contemptuous of the barbarians began to sing praises for the Manchu Qing.

Therefore, since time travelling, Zhu Fugui has often thought, although the Qing Dynasty is barbaric, isn't there something he can learn from?

Now I started in the mountains of Northwest America, just as the Manchus started in the mountains of Northeast China back then.

Now that the civil strife in the United States has occurred, Robert Lee Zicheng has caused chaos in the South.

The outdated old regime (British colonial territory) is biased to the north, just like the Remnant Yuan and the Mongolian tribes.

And what did the Manchus do back then?

Connect with Mongolia to see the world!

"The barbarian strategy, I can also use it!"

Zhu Fugui nodded, "But..."

"The wild boar skin is the daughter of Horqin Baylor. I don't know if the Queen of England has a daughter in her boudoir?"

After searching for the portrait of Queen Victoria, Zhu Fugui shook his head.

"Sure enough, I still can't talk about it, this Mingying marriage is not worth it!"

"But since there is no marriage, don't blame our old Zhu family for being ruthless when the time comes to turn their faces!"

Chapter 052 The Vicious Gangster

In the temporary interrogation room, Donald's face was still pale.

Bad, really bad!

How can there be such bad people in the world?

The man who claimed to be the Emperor of Ming Dynasty was so wicked!

Recalling what happened just now, Donald felt that his life had lost its color.

In order to blackmail him, those Daming people actually forced him to do that kind of thing!

Sheep, pigs, and groundhogs...

Most importantly, they actually took photos.

Also, their cameras are very powerful.

Donald has seen indecent photos of himself.

It can be said that it is completely uncovered, and even the tiny ugly thing of myself can be clearly seen!