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

Not only not, but Robert King Jr. and the mud king conferred by Daming are still old friends who cherish each other.

They fought fiercely in the mountains for several years, and the two sides had already cultivated quite a tacit understanding just because of accidents such as slipping and falling off the cliff.

This time Robert Jin Toucheng Jr. asked the mud king Hong Taoliu to match him up.

Robert King Jr. originally wanted to capture Lincoln and his son as a gift to Daming.

It's a pity that Lincoln only suffered damage to the frontal lobe and lost the ability to control his emotions, not becoming mentally handicapped.

He was keenly aware of the danger, and the father and son hid in the mountains with some confidants.

They don't want to die.

In recent years, the royal families of various European countries have been hovering on the verge of bankruptcy.

But Abraham Lincoln has been firmly holding Daming concept stocks and has made a lot of money.

As long as these stocks can be brought to Europe, Lincoln and his son can live an extremely rich life.

Unfortunately, they fell short in the end.

Due to the betrayal of traitors, Lincoln and his son were captured by the Sixth Mountain Division of the Ming Dynasty in a cave near Maine in Canada.

It is worth mentioning that the person who betrayed Abraham Lincoln and Robert Lincoln was none other than the former's second son and the latter's youngest brother——

Willie Lincoln.

Willie was once Lincoln Sr.'s favorite young son.

In order to treat his fatal diarrhea, Lincoln had spent a lot of painstaking efforts to send him to New York Medical College to receive electrotherapy from the miracle doctor Porter.

Clearly, the kid is spoiled.

Not only was he not grateful for Lincoln's mountainous paternal love, but he hated him instead.

Under Willy's report, Lincoln and his son were suddenly arrested after eating Fatting King and singing gay songs.

Now it has been escorted to the imperial court of Emperor Xindihua.

Zhu Fugui greeted the funeral team at the pier, told them to have a good rest, and then rushed to the White House without stopping.

Yin Susu has been waiting for a long time. She is dressed in military uniform and looks heroic.

"Are you ready?"

Zhu Fugui asked softly.

Yin Susu nodded, without any expression on her face.

She had been waiting for this day for too long, so long that she had imagined countless expressions in her heart, but she couldn't express any of them today.

Yin Susu looked at her husband, this tall and handsome man, this man who changed her life.

14 years ago, the man I picked up from the coal mine...

very impressive!

Yin Susu Gujing's expressionless expression burst into a chuckle, and ripples spread out.

"why are you laughing?"

Zhu Fugui touched the corner of his mouth, there was no rice, and looked down at the front door, but it was not wide open.

Yin Susu smiled and said, "You know there were so many Chinese laborers back then, why did I choose you?"

"Naturally, I can see that I am a dragon and phoenix among people, it is beyond words!"

"Do not."

Yin Susu shook her head.

"Why is that?" Zhu Fugui asked curiously.

"You look good!"

Yin Susu showed her teeth like silver shells, "I'm just so superficial...it's fortunate that I'm so superficial!"

Zhu Fugui was speechless for a while.

I thought to myself that it was fortunate that I did not inherit the appearance and body shape of the former emperor Zhu Youcai.

The world is too hostile towards Fatty!

Uh... except for Li Banban.

At this time, Zhu Fugui saw the old eunuch Li rolling up his sleeves and coming with an Eagle-005 heavy artillery.

The wheels of the cannon made deep ruts in the ground.

"Long live, ma'am, the cannons are ready!"

Lao Li put down the leash and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, "Old slave is still no match for Basong."

Zhu Fugui's eyes twitched.

If I remember correctly, this type of old cannon used to be pulled by Sharma...

Forget it, it's just a little thing.

Zhu Fugui didn't want to worry about the rivalry between Lao Li and Ba Song.

When people are old, they are just like children, very stubborn.

Yin Susu and her female soldiers skillfully checked the cannon, and began to calibrate and load ammunition.

On the square in front of the White House, this is where the commander-in-chief interacts with reporters.

Several crosses are now tied.

In fact, Huaxia also has a cross, which is a torture tool that binds prisoners.

Two logs crossed at right angles, such a simple structure is easy to make.

It's just that Huaxia's cross usually has wheels underneath.

This movable cross has a famous name - wooden donkey.

That's right, as most people think, the kind of wooden donkey for women does not actually exist, it was invented by novelists in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

The Ming and Qing imperial examinations were rolled in, and a large number of failed Confucian scholars were involved in novels, dramas, medicine and other fields.

They not only exaggerated certain things, but also metaphysicalized certain things.

Wood donkeys are one of the victims.

Today, Zhu Fugui is going to reverse the case of the wooden donkey and rectify the name of the wooden donkey.

Therefore, he put Mr. Abraham Lincoln, a "sage" of a generation, on a wooden donkey.

At the moment, the former Grand Commander of America is disheveled, and his formerly well-groomed beard is full of stains.

He yelled and cursed, and what he said was unsightly.

And his eldest son and a group of confidants were tied to other wooden donkeys, either silent or praying silently.

Zhu Fugui shook his head. The leader of Lincoln, whose frontal lobe was damaged, is more talented in cursing than those black underground rappers.

If Daming had projects like hip-hop, he would at least be in the top three.

"Your Majesty, can we fire?" Yin Susu asked.

"Not urgent."

Zhu Fugui shook his head and waved his hands. The master chefs in the canteen of Jinyiwei Imperial Prison stepped forward with blades as thin as cicada's wings.

"Susu, don't worry, they are very skilled and will never miss your execution.

As for the matter of Lincoln's voluntary devotion to the cause of medicine..."

Zhu Fugui pointed not far away.

Researchers from Guozijian Medical College are already fully armed in the distance, and have prepared liquid nitrogen tanks and other equipment.

I hope the firepower of this classic cannon is not too strong...

Chapter 866 The Final Burial of the Empire

boom--

Cannons sounded.

It hadn't been mowed for more than a year, and the weedy lawn was blown into the sky.

Even Yin Susu, a certified lecturer at the Royal Artillery Command Academy of Ming Dynasty, could hardly hit a single shot with this old-fashioned howitzer that was outdated by Dewu five years ago.

The dust flying all over the sky fell on the bodies of all the war criminals, but they didn't seem to notice it.

After all, the methods of the masters of Jin Yiwei had already made them want to die, and the gun must be a kind of relief.

Even Lincoln, whose frontal lobe was damaged, stopped rapping underground, but he still stared at Zhu Fugui viciously, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from this nightmare man.

It doesn't matter if you die.

But this man confiscated his stock!

What a heinous crime!

Zhu Fugui looked at the bloody "old acquaintance".

This is the first time they meet.

However, in the eyes of the world, Zhu Fugui had already met face to face ten years ago, Wang to Wang, and shot him in the head, so they were old acquaintances.

Seeing that Lincoln seemed to be stubborn, Zhu Fugui raised his horn and shouted at him:

"A man with a bright head! Old thief with a gray beard! You are about to die under the Nine Springs. When you personally ordered the hanging of 16 innocent people 38 years ago, did you think about this day?"

"Innocent, we carry God's will to spread the gospel to this wild land, and anyone who stops us is not innocent."

"Stubborn!"

Zhu Fugui shook his head, knowing that his eloquence was not enough to scold this old bastard to death, he had no remorse or shame at all.

Having said that, after all, he is a descendant of pirates who don't know propriety, righteousness and shame + religious god stick + mentally disabled patient who has lost his sense of morality. With the superposition of these three buffs, even if Zhuge Wuhou is resurrected, he may not be able to use a few words to break his moral sense. .

After all, you can't attack something that doesn't exist.

boom--

Yin Susu and the female soldiers fired again.

Zhu Fugui didn't know if there was a Protestant saying that women cannot go to heaven if they die, but there is no doubt that a generation of saints and leaders died at the hands of women and children, which is a good destination for him.

This time, the shell did not deviate, and landed right in the middle of the war criminals' wooden donkeys.

In the smoke of concentrated black powder, limbs and arms were scattered all over the place, and the wooden donkeys carefully restored by Geng Gongbu and Professor Xia were all turned into pieces.

A moment later, a student from the Imperial Academy of Medicine trotted up to Zhu Fugui with a liquid nitrogen tank, stood at attention and saluted, "Principal, the brain tissue samples can be preserved and have been collected."

Zhu Fugui nodded without saying anything.

This is the first case of frontal lobe removal in human history, and it has survived for ten years after surgery. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a treasure in the field of cranial nerve research.

Let it wash away its sins in this way, and atone for the sins of millions of dead souls on the land of North America.

Moments later, the White House was on fire.

After 1812 years since the British Canadian Army set fire to the White House in 65, the building was once again engulfed in flames.

rustling --

Zhu Fugui frowned.

At this time, it started to rain.

65 years ago, 2500 British and Canadian soldiers captured Washington, set fire to the White House, and heavy rain fell from the sky to extinguish the flames, saving the presidential residence of the United States from burning.

Afterwards, in order to cover up the traces of the fire, the mansion was repainted white, and this was the name of the White House.

Now that history is reincarnated, it actually started to rain again.

Zhu Fugui stroked his chin with a sneer on his face.

As expected of the destiny of the United States, should it rule the world for a hundred years?

It seems that there is really such a sense of destiny.