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Chapter 1 - The Speak of the New York-based Qing Nation

"Where am I?" Xiao Letian opened her eyes in a daze, but when she looked around, she could only see trees and towering mountains that were swaying in the cold wind.

"Why did the weather suddenly become so cold? I remember that it wasn't this cold when I entered the mountain." "What about the bonfire, the tent, and the climbing bag I use as a pillow?" Only the stream that was still running slowly around him proved that he was still in his old campground, but how could the surrounding trees suddenly become dense?

Xiao Letian did not have any strength left in his body. It was as if he had went on a long and long hike, all of his physical strength had already been exhausted.

"Water... I need some water... " Xiao Letian gathered some energy and struggled to climb up the creek. When he was able to touch the icy cold stream water, his head would start to feel dizzy.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind him. There was also the sound of someone's hurried voice. Xiao Letian wanted to turn his head and look, but before he could do so, his vision turned black and he fainted on the stone beach.

"This trip to Taihang Mountains to camp was a huge mistake …" These were the last words that came out of Xiao Letian's mind before he disappeared.

Not far from where Xiao Letian was unconscious, there were three loud popping sounds, the underbrush on the mountain slope shook violently, followed by excited cheers: "Qing San Ye is mighty, with godly might, it's simply Sai Li Guang, Little Hua Rong …" A few soldiers wearing the Eight Banners Banner excitedly rushed into the underbrush on the hillside. Not long later, they took out a fat rabbit.

Qing San Ye was the number one expert in the Western Tomb Protector Army of the Yi County. It was known as the Peerless Cavalry Arrows, and was one of the Fuche with the surname of, whose full name was Fu Qing. Normally, when the soldiers flattered him like this, he would laugh so much that his eyes would narrow. He might even throw a handful of copper coins to reward them.

However, Qing San Ye was not excited at all by the flattery. His eyes were staring at a tall man riding a horse not far away. On closer look, it turned out to be a foreign devil?

"General Qing …" Your archery skills are truly amazing. In my opinion, you are even better than the Japan's best master of archery … Don't you want to take a picture? "I'll give you one, and I'll record your figure …" After the foreign devil finished speaking, his follower, the little black Sai Men, started to point the camera towards the Qing San Ye.

I can't believe it, the Qing San Ye's men even threw away their dead rabbits and jumped in front of the horses to block them with loyalty, "Master San, dismount, this is a foreign devil's soul stealing item, you will lose a sliver of your soul each time … "Foreign devil, I've long seen that you're not a good person. Now that you've finally revealed your skills, if you have the guts, come at us …"

Aiyo, it seems like these soldiers were born into the family. There really aren't any soldiers with such average loyalty. Qing San Ye also didn't have the previous confidence, he just wanted the son of his family to get off his horse and hide behind the pile of people while looking at the devil-like Sai Men couldn't even speak properly.

"Stop …" Stop... This is the world of our Great Qing, how can we allow you to be so impudent? Put down the demon artifact … "

Just as the foreign devil and the Martial Grand Master were in a stalemate, a figure suddenly ran over from the east. As he ran, he shouted, "Sir …" "Ladies and gentlemen, quickly come and take a look! We've captured a long-haired remnant …" The person who ran over was a small boy wearing a cap with melon skin and a blue robe. His head was covered in sweat.

When the Qing San Ye and the foreign devil heard that there was a long-haired remnant, they immediately ran towards the west without fighting any further. They circled around a four meter tall white rock, and found that the people in the caravan had already surrounded them.

"Manager Fan, what's going on? "Where did you find it …" Qing San Ye was asking about a skinny old man. He was wearing a black satin robe with a goatee, and his two small eyes were shining brightly. He was the big boss of this caravan, the big shopkeeper of Jin Shang.

"Master San, don't worry, we didn't find him when the caravan was resting just now. Later, when the shop assistant went to fetch water, he found him by the stream. He thought he was a mountain villager, but when he turned around, he scared the old man …"

What Manager Fan said was not wrong, when Qing San Ye and the foreign devil looked down, they realized that this fair and handsome young man was truly strange. First of all, he had no braids. His hair looked like it hadn't been a month since he had shaved his head, and his clothes were very strange. It was actually similar to a foreigner's style.

You say he is a monk, and there is no scar on his head, you say he is a remnant of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and the clothes he wore were the style of foreign devils, no matter how experienced or knowledgeable the Qing San Ye is, he would not be able to figure out this person's background. As a result, he subconsciously and Manager Fan stealthily glanced at the foreign devil's body.

Before the foreign devil could open his mouth, the unconscious young man on the ground suddenly moved. "Water …" "Give me water …" Seeing that he had regained consciousness, the foreign devil let Sai Men take out a water canteen and gulped down half a canteen of water. This fair skinned youth finally opened his eyes.

"Aiyo, so it was international friends who saved me? I didn't expect that instead of climbing the Great Wall in Beijing, you would become a donkey friend in this remote place... thankyou... "Thankyou..." Just when this brat wanted to talk to his African friends in English, the focus in his eyes had changed to a wide angle. A group of people dressed in Great Qing Dynasty surrounded him, scaring him to the point where he sat up.

"ohmygod... Are you all putting on an act? Are we shooting an external scene? " Before he could finish speaking, one of Qing San Ye's underlings threw a ladle of cold water at him. "Wake up, wake up …" From the accent, he seemed to be a man from the Beijing, so why would he speak like a foreign devil? "Could it be that the two devils …"

The ladle of cold water cleared the boy's mind. He looked around him carefully: the caravan, the military officials of the Qing Dynasty, the foreigners, the big horses, the mules walking, the little donkeys … Of course, there was also the fact that each braid was real, allowing him to finally recognize the reality that he had transcended. However, at that time, he had fainted once again.

The young man who had transmigrated was called Xiao Letian, he was from the Great Qin Empire's capital, and had graduated from Yan Jing University. He was currently working in a multinational advertising company as a middle-ranking supervisor. This guy didn't have any hobbies in the past, he just liked to chat on military forums and argue with a bunch of angry youths. He only remembered traveling to the depths of Taihang Mountains with a group of donkey friends before he teleported to the other side of the bonfire, where he argued with another person over military history.

Xiao Letian had always stressed that there was actually another way for China to proceed in the modern era. It was not necessary to follow the old path of changing dynasties, killing ten people and nine people would be too harmful. During the Qing Dynasty, there were a total of about 300 million people in China. However, more than 100 million people died in a single campaign against the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom in China, and a third of the population disappeared. Those were the lives of living people, the foundation of the country.

The donkey friend refuted Xiao Letian with a tone that was filled with revolution, saying that any class was destined not to step down from the stage themselves, how could an undead break the iron cover created by thousands of years of tradition? Even if Baili Liu was one in ten, the revolution was inevitable.

Neither of them could convince the other, so most of the time, they ended up staying the night. In the end, under the curses of the other donkey friends, the two finally shut their mouths and went to sleep. When Xiao Letian was about to go to sleep, he was still reciting in his heart.

"If you give me one more chance, I will definitely walk a completely different path. I want to let the Chinese people use the least amount of blood to walk out of this decaying swamp, I believe, I believe …"

Never would he have thought, the heavens did not know that the great god who heard his cry, would actually give him this chance, that after the battle, Xiao Letian would actually teleport here.

"Man, man, man, what year is it today? And this foreign friend, do you know what year it was according to the Western calendar? "Hurry up and tell me …" When Xiao Letian was once again awakened by the cold water, he asked a question whenever he saw someone.

In the end, the foreigner opened his mouth and spoke in his strange Chinese which did not carry four tones, "Young man, this year is 1864, which means Tongzhi has been here for three years … Did you lose your memory? You were hit in the head? "

Xiao Letian's back was drenched in sweat at that time, no wonder these people called me long-hair just now, and also called me Second Demon, it turned out to be 1864. This year, when the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was destroyed, the so called middle class of Tongzhi was going to start soon. It had been four years since the end of the Second Opium War, and foreign powers had officially infiltrated inland … The Franco-Prussian War was about to begin, Germany would be unified in a few years, even Little Japan was in a mess now, in another four years Japan would change to Meiji, and the Minzhiweixin would begin.

Heavens, heavens, earth, are you really toying with me? You can just treat me as fart if I, a little angry youth, grumbled. How can you still take me seriously? He even threw it between Industrial Revolution and me the first time. Your starting point is not bad. This year is truly the last chance for the Chinese nation to rise.

Xiao Letian didn't have the mind to let his imagination run wild. His most important mission right now was to live on, no matter what, he couldn't let these people be the scapegoats from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and would rather be the second ghost to preserve his life. Xiao Letian could see clearly that the officer called Qing San Ye had a bad complexion, and was secretly conversing with the servants under him.

There was also the caravan's old shopkeeper, he did not dare to approach the shop assistant with him. The merchants were afraid of being stuck, especially the little fellow who saved him. Right now, only the large nose's foreigners were not afraid of them and were still interested in answering their own questions.

Xiao Letian's brain was currently working at a speed comparable to that of the eight core CPU which was arranging all of the information into groups, filtering out all sorts of possibilities. He never thought that he would actually be able to focus on thinking about such nonsense, dragging things out, obsessive compulsive disorder, and the lack of concentration of all of his problems, all of them disappeared at this moment.

In the end, Xiao Letian suddenly grabbed onto the sleeves of the missionary in front of him, and spoke in his standard American English: "God, please save your people, only you can save my life now, I am willing to use my most valuable information in exchange for your help, you are an Englishman? French? Or … "Forget it, no matter which country you are from, I will still be of help to you. Now, please save me, and give me a legal status …"

The foreigner with blue eyes was shocked. He could not understand the Chinese accent at first, but now, he was dumbfounded. This Chinese accent was the standard one for New York.

"My God, what kind of man are you giving me? "This is the weirdest thing that happened to me in Qing Kingdom …"