Chapter 27 Fight Driving all the way towards Badaling, Feili leaned on Yi Chen and asked Fatadio with great interest: "I have also heard how amazing the Great Wall is.
Is it really such a huge building?
It is one hundred meters high." 100 meters” Fatadio deliberately said: "Haha, you will know it when you see it.
Yi, there is a great man in China who once said: If you have not been to the Great Wall, you are not a hero.
In other words, if a person has never been to the Great Wall in his life, Then he cannot be regarded as a true hero among Chinese people."
Fatadio added a footnote of "among Chinese people" cunningly.
Yi Chen smiled and said nothing.
The group of people drove four new Audi models with special license plates.
Fatadio was afraid of encountering something like Long Fei again, so he simply brought five more Siberian bear-like bodyguards with him.
Accompanying them was a secretary from the Foreign Economic and Trade Commission.
He seemed to have just started working and had little experience.
However, he and Jester had a bad temper.
The two of them were talking about heavy metal in the car behind.
Band talk.
Sally, who even Yi Chen couldn't see through, followed Jester silently, looking at the happy crowd flashing outside the window with her two dull eyes, filled with pride and confidence.
There was nothing to say all the way, and the drivers of the four cars were unwilling to get in.
After parking the cars, they went to have their own entertainment.
Fatadio and Yi Chen slowly walked towards the entrance with a group of more than a dozen people.
Yi Chen suddenly stopped.
He had not paid attention just now.
He had always thought that the so-called Great Wall was something like a European medieval castle.
At most, it was just a little longer on one side.
However, he saw between the mountains and ridges, piercing the clouds and mist.
The giant golden dragon that went there, for some reason, Yi Chen almost fell to his knees and cried.
Jester stood there and muttered in a low voice: "Damn God, what the hell is this?
Could it be a building built by humans?"
He grabbed the little secretary next to him with one hand and asked him: "This city wall , how long is it, it’s spectacular.”
The secretary’s surname was Zhao, and he said proudly: “The Great Wall is called Ten Thousand Miles, so it is naturally ten thousand miles long, which is more than six thousand kilometers.”
Jester rolled his eyes, Feili exclaimed and asked Secretary Zhao: "When was it built?"
Secretary Zhao became even more proud, and said with a smile: "I don't know the oldest one, but it is at least more than two thousand years old."
Yi Chen was too lazy to say anything to them.
He pulled Fatadio and rushed up to the city wall.
Fatadio, who was so tired that he was weak, almost died of breathlessness.
Yi Chen gently stroked the huge bricks and whispered: "This is the Great Wall, right?"
The long wind blows, and Yi Chen's long hair flies.
Looking at the vast land to the north, a tragic and simple feeling of desolation arises spontaneously.
Fatadio also looked fascinated and whispered: "Dad said that the Chinese are the greatest nation in the world.
This is not wrong.
Dad has never missed it...
The Great Wall that stretches thousands of miles, God, It’s a terrible nation to drag such huge stones into the mountains to build such a magnificent city wall.”
Yi Chen's true energy spread out slightly, his forehead felt cold, and a mighty force ten thousand times more powerful than his own star power rushed in.
Some blurry pictures flashed by like a movie, and some blurry sounds passed by like lightning, but that kind of heroic momentum has long faded with the passage of time, but it is still deeply engraved in this space, for the country The heroic spirit of fighting to the death for the nation deeply touched Yi Chen's heart.
The bone-crushing grievance and pain when being expelled from the school, the hard work of struggling to survive in the desperate situation in the UK, the touch when meeting my junior brothers and uncles again, the duckweed-like desolation of not having any sense of identity for my own nation in the past few years, Intertwined together, Yi Chen quietly appreciated the tragic atmosphere left on the Great Wall.
Two tears fell quietly, and then were evaporated quietly by Yi Chen's true energy.
The Great Wall seemed to be a real dragon, and the breath left by these warriors who had fought near it was its soul.
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Yi Chen communicated silently with the soul of the Great Wall, as if he was communicating with his father and brother about the most sacred and inviolable feelings deep in his heart and at the bottom of his bloodline.
Yi Chen murmured to himself in a low voice: "You are proud, what is the rest?
Maybe I can understand why Old Man Huang and the others still miss their motherland after living in London for so long...
It turns out that even though I have British citizenship, I am still not British at heart.
I have another name.”
Secretary Zhao took Feili and Jester around to take photos, while Yi Chen and Fatadio walked leisurely up the city wall.
Phil, Gore and several of Fatadio's bodyguards remained The distance was not too far but not too close, just enough to take care of Yi Chen and the others, as well as Feili's side, without disturbing the interests of both parties.
Phil and the other four were very wise not to follow Yi Chen closely at this moment.
Fatadio spread his hands in the wind exaggeratedly and said: "Yi, how do you feel?
I just saw you crying.
Haha, many overseas Chinese people are like you when they see this big guy after returning to China.
Almost."
Yi Chen smiled and said: "I feel very relaxed now.
I have always been unclear about what kind of person I am and what I want to do.
I am very confused about the past and the future...
Now, although I I still can't figure out what I want to do, but at least I know who I am.
At least I know that deep in my soul, I have already decided that I have always been Chinese, even though I am not.
Understand the history of China, but this can be remedied, can’t it?”
After untying the knot in Heshimen's heart, and seeing such a majestic and great building under such bright sunshine, Yi Chen was extremely open-minded, and many problems that he had not thought clearly before were solved like a hot knife cutting through butter.
Fatadio nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Yi, you really should know more about the deeds of your ancestors.
At the very least, you need to know what kind of heroes China once had...
Just like us in Russia, aha, Peter the Great, Queen Catherine, and the great Lenin, they are all our pride."
Yi Chen deliberately teased him: "Aha, dear Fatadio, if you were asked to choose between great China and dear Russia, which side would you choose?"
Fatadio thought for a moment, nodded and said: "China and Russia are both great countries.
Maybe in history and now, our Russia is not as good as China, but just like China is your motherland, Russia is mine.
No matter how bad or broken the motherland is, I still love my own country.
I admire Chinese culture, but I love my own motherland even more."
Yi Chen laughed, laughed happily, patted Fatadio hard on the shoulder and said: "Yes, Russia is your motherland, China is my motherland...
China...
Well, I am the descendant of Yan and Huang.
I’m starting to like this name.”
The two of them laughed and walked along the city wall happily.
Fatadio said enthusiastically: "Yi, let's see if we can climb up to the tall beacon tower in front.
Let's see the scenery from above and imagine it again." , the scene of millions of powerful troops riding horses and slashing back and forth, what a wonderful thing.
I have always regretted why I was not born in the war years.
Now, I can only comfort myself in my imagination."
Yi Chen smiled, and there was a burst of noise behind him, mixed with blah blah blah Japs that Fatadio understood and that Yi Chen was familiar with.
A beautiful girl in her early twenties wearing a goose-yellow skirt walked over with a small yellow flag in her hand, followed by more than a dozen middle-aged or elderly Japanese in suits and ties, pointing one by one.
Pointing and talking non-stop.
It seemed that they were part of a tour group, and the girl in front was the tour guide.
Fatadio frowned slightly and said softly: "Let's go, these Japanese deserve to die."
It seems that the Russo-Japanese War left a deep impression on Fatadio's heart.
Yi Chen nodded, greeted Phil and the others who were more than ten meters away, and prepared to continue climbing.
There was a loud uproar, and all the tourists from all over the world shouted softly.
A Japanese old man took off his black windbreaker and put on a yellow hat with two pieces of cloth floating on the back.
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Together with the military uniform he was wearing, he looked like an old Japanese Imperial Army soldier during World War II.
A group of The Japanese clapped and stamped their feet and shouted loudly.
The tour guide smiled and raised his camera and took pictures of the old man.
Fatadio took a long breath and glanced at Yi Chen a little worried, fearing that Yi Chen would suddenly go crazy.
Yi Chen frowned and asked Fatadio: "What's going on?
The atmosphere around me seems a bit wrong."
Fatadio said quickly: "It's nothing.
Well, maybe it's because the clothes this old man wears are very unique."
A group of students who seemed to be taking advantage of the summer vacation to visit the Great Wall, that is, 17 or 18-year-old children, rushed towards the female tour guide who was taking pictures.
A girl stopped her camera and spoke in English that was not very proficient.
Say: "I'm sorry, please stop taking pictures."
The female tour guide put down the camera in her hand and asked a little aggressively in standard Mandarin: "Why can't you take pictures?
Is there anything wrong with taking pictures?"
The Japanese who were laughing wildly stopped their smiles and gradually gathered together.
The old man in military uniform shouted in half-baked Chinese: "Miss, why don't you continue taking pictures?
I want to relive the glory of the Imperial Army of Japan and continue taking pictures...
When our army broke through Shanhaiguan, we also took pictures." " Several male students walked towards the old man.
The leading student, who was a bit formidable, suppressed his anger and said to the old man: "I'm sorry, this is the Great Wall.
It seems that you are so disrespectful to us by taking pictures in such clothes." " The surrounding tourists gradually gathered, and some excited Chinese young people were already rolling up their sleeves in the crowd, while a few old men trembling with anger stood in the crowd, tapping their canes on the ground hard, and shouting loudly: "Beat, beat, beat these idiots to death."
Yi Chen glanced at Fatadio strangely and said unhappily: "Fatadio, dear Fatadio, is there no problem?"
Fatadio smiled bitterly and muttered in his heart: "Oh my God, China Yi, what kind of person are you?
Do you not even know about China's eight-year Sino-Japanese War?
How do you ask me to explain it?"
At this time, I don’t know what she said, but the female tour guide screamed sharply: "Ah, they paid for it, so of course our travel agency must provide the best service.
They just took two photos, so you can improve it to Such a high level of national sentiment, no wonder we call you angry youths."
He raised his camera and pushed the female student away, making a gesture to continue taking pictures.
A young man rushed out of the crowd, slammed the camera on the ground with a hard slap, and cursed in Mandarin mixed with southern dialect: "Fuck you, bitch, you were born with this Bitch.”
A Japanese man rushed over and pushed the young man on the chest with one hand.
As a result, the two sides lost control of their emotions and a group of people started fighting on the Great Wall.
The female tour guide stood nearby and shouted in panic: "Mr.
Yamai, please be careful with yourself. , what is there to argue with this group of people?"
The foreign tourists around him ducked away and looked at the female tour guide with strange eyes.
Other Chinese people nearby shouted: "Come on, come on, come on...Kill the puppy."
From time to time, cold punches and flying kicks were fired from the crowd.
Yi Chen asked indifferently: "Tell me the reason, dear Fatadio, what happened to that military uniform, otherwise, I will throw you out of here."
Fatadio spread his hands and said helplessly: "Okay, dear Yi, about sixty years ago, Japan invaded China and killed about 30 million Chinese...
Among them, in Nanjing, they were killed in a single massacre.
There are 300,000 Chinese in Northeast China.
Chinese people are used to experiment with biological and chemical weapons.
China and Japan have always hated each other, so when I was in London, I was surprised that you actually cooperated with the Yamaguchi group.
You know, in China, even gangsters rarely cooperate with each other.
The Japanese have contacts.”
Yi Chen did not react: "Thirty million troops" Fatadio said simply: "The casualties were 30 million civilians, which was almost one-tenth of the total population of China at that time.
And now, the Japanese are still clamoring to reoccupy China.
I have always been surprised, are you Did you grow up in a paradise like Shangri-La?
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Otherwise, it is impossible for a Chinese, even a traitorous Chinese like the tour guide, to know the most tragic period in China's history. history."
The fighting crowd gradually distinguished themselves.
The old man Shanjing had several martial arts masters as bodyguards under his command.
How could those students and young people who relied on their courage to fight be their opponents far and near?
People rushed over from several sections of the city wall, shouting something loudly, and the situation was about to get out of control.
The camera that had just fallen to the ground was picked up by a student and smashed out hard.
The Japanese man he was about to hit dodged and kicked him in the stomach.
There was a faint red flow from the student's mouth.
Collapsed on the ground.
Several Chinese who were close to him pounced on him again.
The camera flew straight towards Yi Chen, hitting him hard on the forehead.
Feili, who had just arrived, screamed and rushed over.
Yi Chen had true energy to protect his body and did not feel any pain.
However, this heavy blow caused the evil fire he had accumulated due to the Taoist Sect to burst out fiercely.
He flew to the side and kicked the nearest Japanese The old man's lumbar spine made a cracking sound, and his body flew five meters away.
The upper and lower parts of his body were bent at a strange angle, and he fell to the ground, howling desperately.
Yi Chen said coldly: "These guys in black suits are Japanese.
I beat them until their ancestors didn't recognize them."
Yi Chen was very angry.
It turned out that in the eyes of Fatadio, a great Russian, he was such a bad person in some aspects.
Perhaps Fatadio himself was not aware of this, but Yi Chen was sensitive.
I feel this deeply in my heart.
Jester cheered and rushed out, punching hard.
He didn't bother to care about the life and death of others.
As long as they were wearing black suits, he broke more than a dozen bones in his body with two punches, and then kicked them away. .
Phil Gore shook his huge body and rushed over, giving the Japanese a bear hug.
With the sound of broken bones, they let go of their hands, and then the lucky guy screamed and collapsed on the ground.
It seems that the police are always the last to arrive at the scene.
Three or four plainclothes policemen and seven or eight police officers finally pushed through the crowd and arrived at the scene.
People around them whispered: "You guys, why don't you leave quickly?"
The young people who were fighting just now quickly retreated into the crowd, and the students also left the scene under the cover of the crowd.
The group of Yi Chen who seriously injured these Japanese people became the most eye-catching targets.
A plainclothes man came over and asked Yi Chen with a serious face: "Sir, may I ask, were you the ones who severely injured them just now?"
Yi Chen looked at him arrogantly and indifferently, then suddenly flew up and kicked away the female tour guide who was caressing the mountain well and shouting loudly.
The female tour guide had already vomited out a mouthful of blood in the air, and then said nonchalantly : "Yes, it was my people who injured them...Don't Nonsense, don’t ask me why, I can’t explain why I suddenly want to slap them hard.
I have a British passport.
These gentlemen are members of the Russian economic and trade delegation.
It seems that we injured the people.
As long as we are not Chinese, you have no right to arrest us."
The plainclothes man got a little angry, pointed at the female tour guide and asked: "I don't care about the life and death of these Japanese people.
Of course, their embassy and the British embassy will negotiate, but what about her?"
Yi Chen asked him indifferently: "I saw that she spoke Japanese so much that I thought she was also Japanese."
There was laughter all around, and many people shouted loudly: "This woman is not Chinese, she is not worthy."
Secretary Zhao finally arrived and quickly showed his work ID.
He discussed it in a low voice with a few plainclothes officers and the police, then walked over with a smile and said, "Okay, it's okay now.
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They will report it to the Japanese Embassy."
The murderers are some foreigners and have escaped, but we'd better get out of here now."
Yi Chen was a little surprised by Secretary Zhao's way of handling it, but after thinking about it, why bother himself?
The group left the Great Wall in a hurry.
Several policemen called on nearby people to help get these seriously injured people out, but the people around them dispersed in a hurry.
Who would want to?
Those foreign tourists shook their heads, whispered something, and walked away without any concern. . .
After the inexplicable beating, Yi Chen's heart was cast by a new shadow, some questions that he still couldn't explain.
Maybe, I really need to know more about some things
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