Chapter 378 The method of breaking bones
As for where should the new rebels of the Qajar Dynasty go to find enough powerful explosives?
They chose to leave the answer to this difficult question to Allah, the Supreme Being.
The rebels, who were full of gunpowder smoke, turned around and returned to the newly occupied manor in a tacit agreement.
The owner of the manor, who was unwilling to lend his house, wife and daughter, was lying in a pool of blood with a look of silence, but his frozen eyes were still staring at the thugs who were committing unforgivable crimes.
A Kajia man who was called a hero of resistance by others shook his head for a few times before slowly standing up. The fear and lingering fear of facing the devil of Great Britain was also vented with the act of release. Now he just feels refreshed and refreshed. , and the surging passion sprouted in my heart again.
He glanced at the magnificent manor hall and saw at a glance the various modern British-style decorative objects placed in the hall, steel, glass, mechanical standing clocks... These things that went against the noble Qur'anic tradition made him The person is disgusted.
He turned around and spat at the bloody white lamb on the ground, and said viciously: "Damn Rashisud, Allah only allows them to do business to make appropriate profits to make a living, but he Trading the fruits of our brothers and sisters' daily work to those evil demons of Great Britain in exchange for dirty money!"
"Brothers, please don't be restrained and merciful. Please feel free to vent your stress on Rashisud's wife and daughter."
"It is their highest honor to be able to contribute their bodies to the warriors of freedom and resistance, and they should feel sacred and noble for this."
"But they still insist on attacking us. It must be the devil of Great Britain that has corrupted their ignorant hearts... They are no longer pious and pure!"
"Let us re-cleanse their hearts with sincere faith in Allah!"
The man who thought he was the leader of the resistance waved his hand heroically, and the group of skinny poor people who had been waiting for a long time roared and pounced on the trembling lambs like hungry wolves.
"Now, please brothers and sisters, please join me in praying to Allah, the Supreme, Great and Almighty, and may Allah have mercy on us and send us sacred weapons that are enough to defeat the evil demons of Great Britain."
The rebel leader stood in the middle of the filthy and dirty hall, placed his hands on his chest, and recited devoutly: "In the name of God, the Most Merciful, the Most Merciful."
“All praise belongs to Allah, Lord of the world.”
“The Lord, the Most Merciful, the Lord of the Day of Retribution.”
"We only worship you, we only ask for your help, and we ask you to guide us to the right path."
“The path of those whom you have your right hand to help, not the path of those against whom there is wrath, nor of those who are astray.”
The rebel leader raised his hands in the air, as if establishing an ethereal connection with the sky, and chanted the words of praise, "Allah Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!!!"
Bang - as the resistance leader's praise fell, there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in front of the manor.
The overjoyed rebels went out and saw a huge wooden box placed in front of their door. The wooden box was filled with all kinds of firearms and explosives, and there was also a user manual thoughtfully written in local languages. It also comes with a copy of Great Britain's security distribution information at various important local locations.
The ecstatic rebel people looked up to the sky and shouted praises.
"Praise be to Allah! Praise be to Allah!"
“Allahhu Akbar!”
And the 'Great Allah' they praised was standing on the top of the Good Heart Mountain, overlooking the city not far away that was gradually being swallowed up by the night.
The golden lion's eyes can penetrate a distance of tens of miles, and you can vaguely see tiny figures walking through the city of Shiraz, and you can see the blazing sparks burning brightly.
The ancient city of Shiraz also seemed to be blooming with flowers of flames. The blood-red petals ignited the gorgeous civil buildings. The fair-skinned pagan demons fled in panic in the fire, and in the center of the flower was a charred and broken human figure. .
The insatiable flames greedily devoured all life in sight, and both the British and the Qajar people would be buried in the sea of fire until there was nothing left to burn.
Two thousand years ago, when Alexander III crossed the Bosporus, the Battle of Issus and the Battle of Gaugamela were defeated one after another, and the Shadowless Empire was on the verge of destruction.
But the lion was unable to take action due to the order given by the general when he left. It could only watch helplessly as the descendants of Perseus brought an end to the great Shadowless Empire.
Today, the beautiful city of Shiraz has been occupied by a group of ignorant pagans.
Followers of false gods actually occupy the holy land that once gave birth to the true god.
"Mortals are like garbage." The lion said calmly: "Even if they pile up into mountains, they are still as small as dust."
"A few insignificant rewards are enough to make them crazy and kill each other, and their will is as weak as a ball of mud. How can such weak mortals be worthy of occupying the homeland of the Shadowless Empire?!"
"If the general hadn't ordered me to guard the tombs of the kings, I would have already..."
The lion's beard trembled wildly, its body trembled, and the heat evaporating from the bronze skin should have been invisible, but it took on a concrete shape when it fell into the cold air. The air could not bear the trembling ripples.
"But in fact, you have been waiting for this counterattack for a long time, right?" The ugly insect flapping its wings slowly landed behind the lion's tail, and spoke the ancient Semitic language.
"Those mortal-level weapons, those operating manuals and defense information, have you been eager to provoke a dispute between the Qajar Dynasty and Great Britain for a long time?"
The ancient lion turned back and looked at the ugly moth with a displeased expression. The lion's beard flapped wildly, and it whipped out its deformed lion's tail, which was like a hammer, and directly flew the talkative ugly moth thirty feet away.
"Watch the way you speak, moth!"
"Don't forget, you are still trying to atone for your sins."
"If it weren't for the fact that your power of forgetfulness is so miraculous, it can actually have a slight effect on the general's prohibitions... I would have torn you apart to the point where it can no longer be torn into pieces!"
The moth's body had disintegrated under the careless blow of the ancient lion, leaving many shocking scars, but strangely not a trace of blood leaked out.
It seemed to turn a blind eye to the intricate scars all over its body. It flapped its wings slightly and flew down behind the lion. The scars were already slowly healing.
But after this incident, Chou Mo's tone became much more respectful, and he could even taste a bit of flattery.
"Great Lord Lion, you are absolutely right. I was the one who was abrupt."
"Your Excellency, Mr. Lion, I wonder if there is anything else I can do for you next?"
"If not..."
The ancient lion naturally understood the second half of what this despicable, dirty and ugly moth had not finished. It couldn't help but smile scornfully, and the golden lion's eyes shone with a blazing light like molten metal.
"Of course I won't forget your reward."
"If it weren't for you, an arrogant moth, who wantonly attacked my forge, even if you had helped me forget some of the general's prohibitions, I wouldn't have been able to directly fight back against the British... It's precisely because of you, a British moth. With the cause and effect of the attack in front of me, I can successfully and sincerely hide the general's weakening prohibition, and use the excuse of counterattack to instigate a conflict between the Qajians and the British. "
"What a despicable and shameless moth, accept the reward for betraying your compatriots!"
"This is one of the seven or forty-nine bone-breaking methods you want!"
The lion's tail, which was as deformed as a hammer with a nail head and a thin rod, suddenly penetrated into the body of the ugly alien moth, and the harsh clang and hiss of swords resounding on the top of Shanxin Mountain.