Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Outside the Anqing Gate in Peiping, the capital of Daqing, and inside the royal stables of Prince Qingqing's residence.

"You little slave, what nonsense are you talking about about urgent reporting!"

The second steward of the palace, a braided man with a sinewy face, held a barbed horn whip in his hand, stared at the thin Chinese coat in front of him with a ferocious face, and said viciously.

"What emergency military situation? What kind of rebel army?"

"Beiping is under the emperor's feet, where can these monsters and demons exist!"

"It's all because of the fake news like you, this little slave, that my master sent electricity to the garrison at the Dakukou Fort in Liujin City three times, but the generals and officials there said everything was normal!"

As the middle-aged steward with braided hair spoke, a ray of anger emerged in his heart. He raised his whip high and struck it viciously at the braided hair wrapper hanging on the beam of the stable.

"Damn it, you have to be laughed at by the big steward again!"

Under normal circumstances, if you want to raid the capital, the closest and most convenient way from the road perspective is to go to the sea entrance of the Liujin area in Daqing, and you must attack the Dagukou Fort there.

When the Nineteen-Nation Allied Forces invaded Beijing, the capital, they followed this route when marching.

At least for now, no one, whether it is this braided steward or other upper echelons of the Daqing Dynasty at this time, can imagine that someone can silently break through Ryukyu and directly attack and land on the vast land of China from the Ryukyu Strait.

"Ah! Steward, please forgive me!"

Through the sky window on the roof of the royal stable, the scorching midday sun shone on the skinny little Chinese man's clothes. The tattered clothes on his body were now covered with dark red traces soaked by donated blood.

This man was not very old, and his young eyes were filled with pain and desolation.

"Little one, little one is really not talking nonsense!"

This young Chinese coat servant was originally a servant in the pigeon loft of Prince Qing's Mansion. In the past, he had a pretty good life thanks to his skills.

However, in the past few years, the Daqing court introduced radio, and the role of the pigeon house was greatly reduced, and it has now been closed down.

The life of this Chinese hairdresser suddenly fell from being "good" to being bullied and despised by other braided hairdressers.

The reason why he took the risk this time to inform the steward of the palace about the invasion of Mo Sheng's army was because he had kept several homing pigeons in private to contact his home in the suburbs of the capital, and the villagers there brought him the information.

I thought I would receive a shocking reward, but I never expected that my loyalty would be rewarded with such torture.

"Despicable dog-like Chinese slave!"

"How dare you speak so harshly?"

When the steward of the braided tribe saw the despicable coated slave in front of him, he still refused to admit his "lie" and angrily raised his whip and continued to beat him.

The sound of whipping! The sound of whipping and the increasingly pitiful howling of the wrapped slaves echoed in the stable.

It wasn't until the screams of the Chinese coat became weaker and weaker, and the blood on his body pooled on the ground to form a shallow pool, that the poor and pathetic Chinese man finally breathed his last breath of life.

"Poof!"

This was the sound of the braided butler dropping his whip stained with blood.

"It's really unlucky, someone is coming!"

Outside the royal stable, two servants dressed in gray uniforms trotted in. When they saw the dead Chinese servant on the ground, their expressions were calm and their eyes were full of numbness.

"Take this bitch away from me and bring me a towel. I want..."

Just when the braided steward was giving orders loudly and arrogantly with the murderous queen, he suddenly noticed that the light from the sun on the skylight on the roof of the royal stables dimmed.

"Oh my God, my God, what is that?"

"It's a monster! What a huge monster!"

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There was a sudden noise outside the stable, which made the braided steward tremble in his heart. He immediately ran out of the stable and looked towards the sky.

"Damn it, it turns out that slave, that slave was right!"

The steward of the braided clan looked at everything in the sky with his mouth wide open and murmured in a low voice.

"Really, there really is an army invading!"

After all, he was also at the pinnacle of power in Daqing, the steward of the Prince's Mansion. He had followed his master and was well-informed, and he still recognized the hundreds of meters long giant beasts in the sky. They were not monsters, but foreigners promoting them in the court.

passing military airship.

These mighty giant military airships cover the sky in the inner city of Peiping and block the sunlight that emanates from the sun.

After they arrived at the expected attack location, over the mansions of Daqing dignitaries, they opened their bomb bays and dropped high-explosive bombs downwards.

At the same time that the inner city of Peking was being raided, the Eighth Battalion of the Nationalist Army was stationed on the outskirts of Beijing.

Nearly 300 propeller planes, which were attacking from high-altitude airships and aircraft carriers, were throwing incendiary bombs downwards with reckless abandon and flexibility.

It only took less than half an hour to bombard the camp where 250,000 braided new troops were stationed, turning it into a sea of ​​flames.

"Quick! Quick!"

"Send a telegram to the palace quickly and ask for support!"

In this sea of ​​​​fire, order can still be barely maintained, that is, around the general's tent at the Chinese army camp.

Zendai, the Xianghuang general of the braided tribe, was the leader of the new army personally appointed by the Empress Dowager Cixi. He led dozens of surviving soldiers and used the treasures he had accumulated to set up a small military strategist outside the tent.

Tibetan camp formation.

The extraordinary energy in his body that was comparable to that of a warrior in the Qi-training realm was activated by him with all his strength. Combined with the power of the Shangzang camp, it was enough to make the main tent where he was located invisible for a short time, temporarily turning the camp into a sea of ​​fire.

, get a small hiding place.

"Report to your lord, the telegraph, the telegraph machine is out of order!"

However, the soldier's reply made Zenyo's big face, which was blackened by the surrounding smoke, filled with a look of despair.

At this time, a loud "Crack!" sound came from the direction of Beiping, which overwhelmed the sound of incendiary bomb explosions that were still falling around the camp, causing Zenyo to look in the direction of the imperial city.

In the inner city of Beiping City, the 90-meter-high "Lao Buddha Tower" of Daxiangguo Temple was emitting thick smoke, broke directly from the middle, and collapsed toward the inside of the imperial city.

Ship after ship of extremely huge aerial behemoths that Westerners had recommended to him were suspended above the inner city of Beiping, constantly launching attacks downwards.

The majestic palaces of the braided princes were reduced to ashes in the fire; the gorgeous ministers' mansions were turned into ruins in the explosion.

"Why, why didn't there be any warning?"

At this time, Zendai had been completely shaken by the sudden blow from the Taiping Army. He stood blankly on the spot and watched numbly everything that happened in Peiping.

After a while, he finally uttered a sentence with trembling words in his mouth.

"I, Daqing, am about to perish?"

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