1840Indian rebirth

London.

Among the major cities in the UK, Glasgow is almost in the north, while London is almost in the south. The two are more than 500 kilometers apart.

At the speed of trains in this era, even if we don't take into account the time for stops and transfers, it will take more than ten hours to go there.

In fact, this bumpy journey became the longest train ride that Mashao had ever taken. No matter in his past or present life, he had never been on a train for twenty or thirty hours in a row.

When we arrived in London, it was an early morning, and the fog that filled the streets gave Ma Shao a little taste of the "Fog City" style.

Just a little bit.

In later generations, the smog incident that everyone knew about led to the deaths of thousands of British people and shocked the whole world.

In 1848, the second industrial revolution was just beginning, and the smog in London was not that exaggerated.

However, Ma Shao was not sure how intense the smog was, so he still put on a mask and asked everyone else to wear it.

Thanks to the popularization of advanced hygiene knowledge among the Apache tribe, Ma Shao's subordinates were all happy to wear masks.

Of course, even if they don't understand, they won't question Ma Shao's decision.

Thomson was a little confused. He pointed at Ma Shao's face and the mask handed over to him, and couldn't help but ask: "Why are you wearing this?"

"For the health of our respiratory tract," Mashao explained, "the haze is essentially a kind of dust, so of course it's better to breathe less."

Thomson obviously didn't take it seriously and smiled: "Maybe, but it's too much to make a fuss about!"

"You know, the fog in London is a great sight. The first thing some people who come to London for the first time do is take a deep breath and taste the fog." He added.

Thomson is telling the truth.

As the absolute core of the British Empire, London, the world's largest city, can be described as "sacred" in the minds of many people.

In such a holy city, every fart smells delicious, and a group of people come over to suck it.

In later generations, some people said that the air in America is sweet, but this is nothing at all.

At this time and for the next hundred years, even the smog in London was sweet.

Ignorant people choose to surrender to the romantic experience of the senses and worship the dopamine secreted in their brains. In their view, being able to breathe in London's smog is the greatest honor.

"I know a good hotel, come with me." Thomson said, "We have to stay there for a few days. After Joule arrives, we will set off to Cambridge together."

"Okay." Ma Shao nodded.

Then, under the leadership of Thomson, everyone checked into a hotel that was not luxurious but quite comfortable.

Then Thomson went out to visit friends.

Ma Shao and others stayed in the hotel waiting for him to come back and for Joule to arrive. In addition, they sometimes went out for a walk.

Ma Shao originally thought that with his amazing size, most troubles would be nipped in the bud.

The very few who are not strangled should be presented in a more subtle and restrained manner. No one wants to have a physical conflict with a strongman weighing more than 200 pounds.

However, it turned out that the horse whistle was wrong.

In other words, London, a huge city with a population of more than two million, is really full of talented people.

On the morning of the third day after arriving in London, he left the hotel with Dr. Mayo and his wild hair and headed to a nearby bookstore.

Unexpectedly, while passing by a somewhat remote street, a voice with an unkind tone came from behind: "Hey, that yellow-skinned monkey!"

Ma Shao frowned, turned his head and glanced, and then saw several men walking towards this direction.

Among the few people, except for one middle-aged bearded man in a suit and leather shoes, who looked quite respectable, the rest were basically dressed like gangsters, disheveled and casual.

The one who made the rude remarks was the bald man who was leading the charge. He was in his twenties. Although he was not tall, he was quite strong, especially with a thick neck.

The bald man had a scar on his face and a half-broken front tooth was exposed when he spoke. He had obviously experienced a lot of fights and looked a bit ferocious.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, where are you from?" The bald man was not afraid of the unusually strong-looking horse whistle and used this malicious word again.

The horse whistle looked at him condescendingly: "If I am a monkey, what are you, little guy?"

For men, the word "little guy" is obviously more intolerable.

The bald man immediately said angrily, walked up to him in a few steps, pointed and said: "What did you say!"

His gangster friends also laughed and cheered: "Hahaha, his name is little guy Abe."

"Abe, if I were you, I would never bear it!"

"Give him some color and let him know how powerful you are!"

"Abe, beat him hard! Ward must want you to do that!"

"Abe?" Mashao couldn't help but smile when he heard the name, naturally having some associations.

His smile made Abe even more angry, and he immediately made a boxing-like posture on one side of his body.

Seeing this action, Ma Shao probably understood why Abe dared to speak rudely to him. It seemed that he had probably practiced some boxing, and might even be a master.

It may seem strange that a street gangster is a good boxer.

But at this point, it's certainly possible.

At this time, boxing was far from becoming a regulated sport. It was basically illegal and was closely related to street fights. Boxing matches were also completely a gathering place for gambling and corruption, and they were almost notorious.

For a boxing master, big men are indeed not that scary.

However, Mashao is not stupid. After long-term practice and exploration in the army, Apache Military Body Boxing has become a mature actual combat technology.

At least it was much more mature than boxing during this period.

Abe assumed a stance similar to that of a boxer, but the details were quite different. He straightened his legs, raised his head and raised his chest. It was far from the standard stance of later generations, and even looked a little funny.

"Big Chief, he is a boxer, I think we'd better not mess with him." Mayo whispered.

"Actually, I really want to know more about this sport in the UK." Ma Shao asked, "It seems to be illegal?"

"In name, yes." Mayo said, "But in fact it is very popular, and even some nobles will participate in gambling on underground boxing matches."

"Everyone knows that this is a dirty activity, with violence, bloodshed, death, gambling, match-fixing, blatant foul play...but there are still many people who indulge in it."

Ma Shao nodded, then waved to Abe: "I hope your pride is not arrogance."

"I will make you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!" Abe snorted.

Before he finished speaking, he started with a left jab!