Outside the mountain, there were his own people. He didn't believe that Wushuang really dared to make things difficult for him. Besides, Ma Fuxiang and Lan Caidie were not there. These two people were the first-class masters in the thief. Without them, Wushuang was not confident enough.

"My master, you'd better be careful. Tong Jianing has arrived on the highway. He has brought a total of twenty people, so there should be guns." Liu Mazi whispered in Wushuang's ears.

"Haha... brothers, don't be nervous. Look at these expressions, why are you so nervous? Boss Tong, thank you for reminding me in the secret passage just now. Otherwise, I might not be able to come out alive. Come and try this cigarette? This is the Russian cigarette brought by my second grandpa." Wushuang was also very good at acting. His serious expression immediately put away his clothes and changed his clothes and smiled, and took out a box of Russian cigars from his pocket.

He took out one and deliberately hid the cigar under his hands. The thief has been practicing fast since he was a child. Their skills are faster than magicians. Wushuang hid the cigar under his palm and blocked everyone's sight. Then he quickly poked it with his little fingernail. The thing hidden in the little fingernail was pushed into the cigar's butt.

"Hehe... Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, I am still thinking about Sixi." Tong Sixi took the cigar with awkward smile, but did not light it, but put it in her pocket.

"Then I won't give it."

"My brothers, Mr. Tong has said goodbye. If you have any questions in the future, you can come to Tong's mansion to find me." Tong Sixi grinned and looked like a villain was successful.

Tong Sixi was guilty. He took advantage of the unparalleled advantage and naturally ran fast. He led his subordinates to trot all the way to the highway and met his son. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so dangerous!" He wiped the cold sweat from his head.

"Dad, is that boy making things difficult for you? I think we'll kill him all the time!" Tong Jianing opened the trunk of the car, and it was actually filled with P5 light submachine guns.

Tong Sixi is so thief. This old fox has lived so old that he has not grown up with meat. He is very cautious. The reason why he dared to take his niece and Wushuang to fight for the secret passage excavation rights of the Red Divine Cult at this time was also prepared. His son had been waiting on the road for a long time. As long as there was any conflict between the two sides, he would go to support him immediately.

"Jianning, are you crazy? Dad told you that you should use your brain when something happens in the future. Do you kill him? Did you kill him? He brought all the masters, and even if he blocks bullets, he will protect him and leave. Besides, even if you kill him, you can kill Ma Fuxiang, Ma Sihai, and Lan Caidie? As long as they are not dead, we both have no good life. Okay, take advantage and leave quickly!"

"Hmph! Lan Caidie, this stinky girl! Sooner or later, I will have to kill her! Traitor! She has taken so much money and benefits from you, but now she has turned against you? It's also a blessing for you to trust her so much!" Tong Jianing said angrily.

"Brother Jianing, okay, let's say a few words. Money can be made again. Just a woman. Why are you competing with Wushuang? She is a descendant of the thief! We can send us information the last two times, so we will make a profit." Tong Jiayan said.

Tong Sixi was so angry that he pointed at his son and scolded him: "Jianning, you really should study hard with Jiayan. You...oh... If your father is gone in the future, can you hold on to such a big mess?"

I don’t know whether it was God’s will or a coincidence. When the thief arrived in the second generation, almost all branches were defeated. Wu Gongyao’s own son, Mr. Dong, and three disciples, none of whom had been born and left blood. Tong Jianing was not Tong Sixi’s biological son, but he adopted him before. This son is indeed filial to me, but he lacks the shrewdness of Tong Sixi, and is even worse than Tong Jiayan.

"Uncle, that cigarette just now..."

"Haha..." Tong Si smiled and took out a cigar from his pocket and threw it out of the car window.

Two kilometers away, Wushuang was carrying a radio headphone in Qingdingzi Mountain, and suddenly a loud and harsh sound came from the headphones.

"Damn it! He has seen through it, old fox!" Wushuang took off his headphones and cursed.

"My master, it's getting late, let's go back too." Liu Mazi said.

"Uncle Mazi, go and find information about Bai Yanhu immediately. I want to know how he died. Also, search for the archives and records about Sha Wentian." Wushuang ordered him. As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy will win every battle. Now Tong Sixi plays with him like playing with a child. He has to believe whatever he says, because he knows nothing about Islam.

This is Liu Mazi's unique skill. No matter where he got the news, that night, Liu Mazi handed it to Wushuang's hand with a thick copy of the historical records about Bai Yanhu. It was just a few pieces of paper, and no matter how heavy it was, it was as light as a feather. But Wushuang looked through pages and pages and found that these records were as heavy as Mount Tai, and each page recorded the bloody massacre of Bai Yanhu.

In 1862, Bai Yanhu led the Huimin Uprising in Shaanxi. The uprising, as the name suggests, was to overthrow the current regime, but Bai Yanhu's uprising was purely for genocide. In Shaanxi, except for Xi'an, almost all counties and towns were massacred by Hui troops. Their purpose was very simple, to kill the Han people and establish a Muslim regime west of the Yellow River. It is known in history as the "Rebellion of the Eighteenth Camp of the Huimin".

In 1862 alone, Bai Yanhu's 300,000 Hui thugs brutally massacred five million Han people in the Guanzhong Plain. 26 counties became empty cities. By 1863, they moved to Gansu and killed them while walking. There were many massacres of more than 100,000. There were a total of 6 million Han people brutally massacred in Gansu Province.

At that time, the population was not as large as it is now! With their atrocities in Shaanxi, they massacred a total of 11 million people in Shaanxi and Gansu provinces. It was simply an extermination of the clan!

Later, Zuo Zongtang led his troops to Shaanxi and Gansu to encircle and suppress the rebels, and drove Bai Yanhu's riot troops to Xinjiang. They fled from Xinjiang to Tsarist Russia.

According to the population statistics of the Qing Dynasty at that time, the population of Gansu in the 19.46 million in the 19th year of Xianfeng, and only 4.96 million remained in 1880 after the war. The population loss ratio was 75. This was equivalent to 30 Nanjing Massacres, and its cruelty was more than a hundred times better than Hitler's massacre of Jews.

"My God!!! It seems that the little Japanese is still quite kind." Wu Shuang let out a long sigh. There was no great-grandfather Wu Gongyao in that era. According to the records of these materials, he was indeed not dead, and as Tong Sixi said, he fled to Tsarist Russia.

There was no word in the thick stack of information about Sha Wentian's records, which made Wushuang very puzzled.
Chapter completed!