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

Therefore, within the scope of his ability, Zhu Fugui hoped that the frontline soldiers could retrieve the body of the prince named Arthur so that it could be preserved and sent to Victoria.

Daming wants to prove to the world that Daming's fresh-keeping ability is [-] times stronger than that of the Russians, and that it is a responsible big country.

Because at least [-] Europeans were killed on the spot and buried in poor-quality Indian air-raid shelters, it was quite difficult to find Arthur's body.

The premise is that Arthur is indeed dead here.

For this reason, the translators have increased the reward to 300 million pounds.

With unprecedented enthusiasm, the Indian attendants almost turned over the entire venue. Their ruthless iron hands were almost digging out sparks in the ground, and there was no so-called laziness at all.

But even so, in the end, nothing was found except for digging out a fat, but flexible, and punching British official stuck in a corner.

Uh……

It cannot be said that nothing was achieved.

"I think this is Prince Arthur, respected general of the Ming Dynasty, you can't be wrong, please pay me 300 million pounds as a reward!"

A San dragged a charred corpse that had been burned so badly that his own mother could not recognize it, shook his head gently, and said to the Ming soldiers with a sincere expression of harmlessness to humans and animals.

"No no no!"

The other Ah San shook his head like a rattle, brought a pile of odds and ends in a four-wheeled cart, and said, "This... this pile is Prince Arthur, look, there is a blue eyeball that is exactly the same as Prince Arthur's! "

"You're farting!"

The first Asan fought his head even more violently, "Obviously this is Prince Arthur, I have seen Prince Arthur, I have shaved his beard, I can swear, he looks exactly the same as this corpse! "

……

The verbal battle between the two Ah Sans became more and more intense, and their heads shook more and more violently, and their curry-flavored English sounded a bit evil, which confused the little soldier in charge of registration.

This little soldier specially recruited from the School of Foreign Languages ​​finally lost his patience and slapped the table, "Please tell me clearly, which one is Arthur!"

The two Indians shrank their necks, resumed shaking their heads gently, and said in unison: "We think that both of them may be Arthur, please pay us 150 million pounds each ... Not a greedy person..."

"okay!"

sterling

paper~

As soon as the little soldier slapped his head, he was ready to pick up the sack and pay.

As a result, the old squad leader grabbed him by the back collar.

"You stupid grandson! Don't mistook the pound for a banknote!"

The old squad leader said angrily, "These Ah San are very cunning, how can you trust them casually!"

Pointing to the first corpse, the old squad leader said, "Could this be Arthur? I mean it's a pig, but you can't tell the difference, right? And this..."

Pointing to the second corpse, he reprimanded, "Look carefully, here are two left hands, three legs, and five eggs! Even if Nezha came, he would not have five eggs!"

After scolding the little soldier, the old squad leader picked up the butt of his gun, beat the two Indian asses away who came to fish in troubled waters, and even kicked their asses.

"Hey, Mingren is so irritable! Just like the British..."

After being beaten, the two Ah Sans didn't get discouraged, and walked away shaking their heads.

……

"It seems that the kid escaped!"

Not far away, the commander-in-chief in charge of this operation, Colonel Yang Feihu of the Royal Air Force, sighed. All afternoon, there were people like this who wanted to try their luck, but they didn't find any useful clues.

His adjutant comforted: "In any perfect operation, there will always be some regrets. Captain, don't be too disappointed."

"I have regrets, can that still be called perfection? This is related to the face of Lord Long Live with Mrs. Yingyi!"

Yang Feihu shook his head, feeling sorry for not being able to complete the KPI.

After all, when Lord Long Live explained this matter, although he said it was "as far as possible", but as a student of the Son of Heaven, Yang Feihu couldn't see that "I want" was written in Principal Zhu's eyes?

Principal, he is just too shy and considerate of us students!

……

At this time, the hovering "Zhao Gongming" airship has landed on the ground.

Red woodpecker guards are working hard to carry the box to the cabin.

For a box of more than two tons and nearly three tons, it seems too troublesome to find livestock or an internal combustion engine, and it is really difficult to pull it by hand.

The red woodpeckers were pulled with a rope at the front, pried with a crowbar at the back, and pushed with manpower in the middle. The young men used all their strength to feed their babies, and their faces and necks were flushed.

"You guys, go over and help Jin Yiwei's comrades!"

Yang Feihu ordered a few young soldiers and asked them to help, and he rolled up his sleeves to help.

"what?"

As soon as Yang Feihu got his hands on it, he was surprised to find that beside him was a fat white man, his face was also flushed, and he pushed boxes harder than anyone else.

The fat man found a Ming soldier with a high rank appearing beside him, and said quickly, "Mr. Colonel, I am an admirer of His Majesty Zhu Fugui, a foreign devil who is keen on learning Chinese culture! It's an honor to meet you!"

Chapter 792 Come, feed the young master

Yang Feihu was taken aback by this guy.

As the saying goes, don't be afraid of the sky, don't be afraid of the earth, just be afraid of devils speaking human words.

He really didn't expect that this old white man could speak Chinese, and he could speak Chinese better than Tang Sangui, with a correct accent and a bit of Peking dialect.

"Don't be surprised. Since the leadership of His Majesty Zhu Fugui, the whole world is learning to speak Chinese. I also read His Majesty Zhu Fugui's "Emperor's Living Notes" from time to time! Okay, let's stop chatting, let's hurry up Work hard to deliver gold for His Majesty the Great Emperor!" The fat white man said and pushed the box vigorously.

Yang Feihu blushed. In comparison, he seemed to have been fishing.

This foreign devil is still very enlightened!

Sure enough, Long Live Lord was right. The level of consciousness and moral standards of foreign devils is directly proportional to the number of strong ships, guns and bombs of Ming Dynasty.

Shaking his head, Yang Feihu stopped thinking about it, and quickly pushed the box up with all his strength.

"Wait! Wait! There's gold, there's gold!"

Just as the box was about to be loaded into the cabin, there was a shout from afar.

I saw a man with a shaggy beard, wearing a ripped white sweater on his upper body, a pair of old jeans on his lower body, a pair of slippers on his feet, and half a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He was riding a Xiongqiu brand bicycle. On the back seat of the bicycle, a young foreigner with blood on his face was tied up in five knots, very much like an individual farmer going to the market.

Hearing that there was gold, Zhu Chengyu Baihu was the first to jump out.

Someone came and drifted with one pedal, and parked the bicycle in front of him.

The hands of the two were like ninja seals, and they made a set of dazzling movements to confirm each other's identities.

The person who came was none other than Daming's ace agent in India, the person in charge of [Brown Bacteria] Liu Yong and Liu Qianhu.

Of course, his Qianhu is just a fake job.

Not counting those informants, there are only more than 50 Jinyiwei in [Brown Bacteria], which is not as many as Zhu Chengyu, who is in charge of a hundred households.

"It turned out to be the brother of 'Bacillus', who has known his name for a long time, you are really mysterious!"

"It can't be compared to the old man 'Bird Bird', you are the real factory guard demeanor!"

After the two complimented each other a few words, Zhu Chengyu got straight to the point and asked, "Where is the gold? Where is the gold that Long Live Lord likes most?"

Liu Yong stubbed out the cigarette, threw it on the ground as the Romans did, and then opened the young foreigner's mouth like a farmer selling a donkey to see the teeth.

I saw that although this guy was young, his mouth was already full of decayed teeth because of the fine clothes and fine food he had grown up in, and the constant desserts for the British nobles.

Among them, several teeth have been replaced with gold teeth, or filled with gold.

Looking at the gold inlaid on the black hole, even Zhu Chengyu, who had accepted the setting of the golden urinal, couldn't help frowning.

Is this too "clean and hygienic"?

"Hey, if you don't come, I will!"

Liu Yong doesn't care about this.

Living in India all year round, in addition to developing a good stomach that can melt iron and swallow gold, there is also a pair of iron hands that can touch everything.

He just reached out to break the young foreigner's golden teeth, when suddenly the fat man next to Yang Feihu yelled: "He is Prince Arthur, he is Prince Arthur!"

"Yo?"

Liu Yong retracted his hand, grinned and said, "I knew this kid was a high-ranking official of a foreigner, but I didn't expect that he was the son of a foreign chieftain. He made a lot of money, brothers!"

After thinking about it, Liu Yong's iron hand struck again, clicked a few times, and the three big gold teeth were broken off and thrown into the box. At the same time, Prince Arthur's tooth decay was cured once and for all.

……

Speaking of which, it all started with the white sugar that Dalip brought back to the camp.

According to a retired agent in later generations, sprinkling sugar into fuel oil is a well-known business method in the industry.

But today, 150 years ago, no one realized how destructive power fuel with sugar would do to an engine.

Because sugar cannot be fully burned after being mixed with gasoline, the residue formed at high temperature will deposit carbon and form a high temperature source, which is prone to surface ignition.

This will not only greatly reduce the engine power, but also cause the valve and valve seat to be ablated, and may even cause the engine to detonate.

The most insidious thing is that even the most experienced old drivers can hardly find such tricks, and it is difficult to find out the clues before and just after starting, and troubleshoot in time.

Cars or planes are often damaged midway, causing serious vehicle damage and casualties.

Obviously, Lord Lytton's idea is rather backward.

Or the car produced by Ming Lijian is a fake product after all, and the engine used is also the Bull brand engine designed by the chief engineer of Niu Bajin, which will be defective in future generations.

Under the sugar offensive, unfortunately, a violent engine deflagration occurred.

Lord Lytton was killed instantly.

Prince Arthur was knocked out, and the passing Yongzi directly picked up the corpse.

……

While Zhu Fugui was having lunch, he received news of the triumphant return of the airship brigade.

Because when passing through the Bay of Bengal, encountered strong winds, the airship brigade made an emergency landing for [-] hours, causing Zhu Fugui to wait and see, and even missed a bowl of rice for lunch.

But this bowl of rice was not wasted.

Zhu Fugui was surprised to learn that Victoria's third prince, Arthur, was not killed in the bombing, but was arrested completely.

This made Zhu Fugui have a hard time.

His original intention was to die and see the corpse.

I never thought about how to meet people in life.

You can't send the living person back to Victoria, can you?

I am not Song Xianggong.

Zhu Fugui didn't have any good ideas yet, so he decided to have someone bring him up for a meeting.

Seeing this, Zhu Fugui was startled.

The guards in Jinyi reported that people have all beards and tails.

But when you really look at it, this Arthur is not only covered with blood on his head, but also very haggard.

"Hey, didn't you feed our Anglo-Saxon friends?" Zhu Fugui asked.

Zhu Chengyu scratched his head and said, "Your Majesty, this kid has tooth decay and toothache, so he can't eat..."

"How about that?"

Zhu Fugui shook his head, picked up the remaining bowl of rice, and then used chopsticks to sweep in all the nutrients such as shrimp shells and broken bones on the table.

"Come here, feed Victoria's third son!"

Zhu Fugui waved his hand and asked someone to take him down. He was going to wait for him to eat and drink well, and he would recuperate for a while before thinking about how to deal with him.

"That, Zhu Aiqing..."

Zhu Fugui took a sip of the after-dinner soda from the chicken cup (false), "Don't get me wrong, I'm not a money-grubbing person, but you've also seen that I've had a bad appetite these days, take my gold with you Come up, let me take a look, maybe I will open my index finger wide?"