Li Wanyong and Mrs. Ren hurriedly got into the sedan chair, with the carriage containing the luggage in front and the sedan behind, and they left the Li family compound together.

However, after going out, the housekeeper took out a retractable monocular telescope and looked into the distance.

I don’t know if he carries this thing with him and uses it for reading.

But after seeing it, he panicked and shouted: "No, leave quickly, the people are chasing me."

It turned out that they had delayed for too long, and the demonstrators had already arrived at most two or three miles away.

Li Wanyong heard the butler's words, raised the sedan curtain and glanced into the distance, and was immediately shocked.

"Walk quickly, walk quickly, I'll give you more money, start running."

Korean sedans are very unique, with a wheel underneath.

The military attache's sedan is "open-top", while the civil servant's sedan will be covered with a curtain, especially the sedan for family members.

It has wheels, which makes it much easier for the sedan bearers. After hearing this, the two people in front and behind hurriedly quickened their pace, and the sedan was lifted up quickly.

Li Wanyong asked the housekeeper again: "Why haven't the guards escorted by Mori Taijiro arrived yet?"

The butler's eyes retracted from the curtain of Ren's sedan chair, and he said solemnly: "Master, they should be on the way and will arrive soon."

Behind them, headed by Li Xiuji, the marching people came in an aggressive manner with their faces filled with desire for power and excitement for the catharsis of violence.

At this time, for them, patriotism is not just patriotism. They feel the pleasure of rebelling against the rules and experience the pleasure of using brute force to make more powerful opponents tremble.

There is a certain difference between this and the thugs the Japanese call them.

At least now they are just pursuing something as a driving force to numb their fear of the future.

The thugs ignored all rules and carried out destruction indiscriminately.

Obviously they just hate the Japanese and everything related to the Japanese.

And Li Xiuji's mood is even more complicated. If the people behind him are Yashen, he will be the leader.

He is at the front, but he is also the representative of this force.

When I was having fun, I also took on everyone’s fears.

The people were not afraid because Li Xiuji took the lead, but taking the lead also meant that he had to shoulder all the responsibilities.

The only thing that gave him a little peace of mind was Zhao Chuanxin hanging leisurely not far away.

This God of War is his confidence.

Suddenly Zhao Chuanxin took two steps quickly and reminded Li Xiuji from behind: "In front of Li Wanyong's house, there is a group of people running south. Maybe it is Li Wanyong. If we don't chase, we will not be able to catch up."

After all, not everyone has Zhao Chuanxin’s devil crystal glasses, and they can’t see clearly from a distance.

Li Xiuji took a brief look, quickly raised his hands, turned around and shouted to the people behind him: "Li Wanyong is running away, let's catch up."

There was really a response, and the people marching behind had ten thousand horses roaring in their restless hearts, shouting: "Catch him and beat him to death!"

Seeing this, Li Xiuji adjusted his glasses and started running.

Maybe if you let these people practice long-distance running, they will not be able to hold on for a long time, and their brains will go blank due to lack of oxygen like a fish out of water.

But at this time, they were still in high spirits after running for a mile and a half.

Just like telling a small citizen that if you run, you will get a reward of 100,000 yuan, it is easy and you can persist. But if you tell them to make money by selling and ask them to plunge into an unfamiliar field to make a living, most of them will not agree.
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The common people in these parades only know that they have to catch up, and if they catch up, they will win. As for what to do after they catch up, isn't that Mr. Li?

The only one with a grimace here is Zhao Chuanxin.

He was panting: "What the hell, those people can run so fast carrying a sedan, what a beast they are!"

Li Xiuji heard this. Although he was sweating profusely, he mustered up his energy and shouted: "Li Wan can't walk faster than us in a sedan chair. Let's work harder to catch up."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

When the sun is directly overhead, it is the strongest time of the day.

Zhao Chuanxin held his hat to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

"You guys run first, I'll take a rest, I can't run anymore."

Maybe because he was panting heavily, Li Xiuji didn't hear him and ran away with the others.

One after another, people passed by Zhao Chuanxin, who was holding his knees and panting. From time to time, someone cast a look of disdain on him: "Young man, do you think you are so powerful with just this little fighting power?

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin's limit is far beyond this, but he lacks the enthusiasm of these people.

Even if Li Wanyong is allowed to run away today, he can still chase Wen Yang. If he can run away, the monk will not be able to run away from the temple.

By the time he caught his breath, the people in front of him had already run a mile away.

There is a reason why Zhao Chuanxin chose this moment to make trouble.

Now the Korean people are very passionate about coming to Japan, but in two or three years, the anger will gradually fade away, and at that time, the voice of "unity" with Japan will become more and more loud.

By then it will be too late to cause trouble.

He has to let the anti-Japanese sentiment > the call for unity to keep the balance tilted.

So I rested for a while and quickly caught up again.

No matter how strong the legs of Li Wan's sedan bearer were, after all, it would be impossible to run past the unburdened people if they were pushing the sedan.

So, I was slowly caught up.

The angry people surrounded all the carriages and sedan chairs.

"The dog thief Li Wanyong, let's see where you go."

"You bitch, let me chase you!"

At this time, both the marching people and Li Wanyong's group had reached the end of their strength and were breathing like bellows.

The people were excited, while Li Wanyong and others had pale faces.

If a few people face thousands of people, everyone would be scared.

The marchers were waiting for further action when the housekeeper said in surprise: "You bunch of unruly people, the Japanese army is here, and now you have something to look at."

It turned out that there was a group of Japanese soldiers in the east, using horse-drawn carriages to pull ammunition, and four machine guns had already arrived.

The posture was like going to the battlefield, which made the people present shudder.

Suddenly, no one dared to move.

Li Xiuji couldn't help but become nervous when he saw the Japanese soldiers pushing the wheeled machine guns with expressionless faces.

He subconsciously touched his hand to his waist, where there was a mirror box pistol given by Zhao Chuanxin.

But when the pistol is used against the machine gun, he doesn't feel the slightest sense of security.

Looking around again, he was shocked because he couldn't find Zhao Chuanxin...

The Japanese machine gun was developed by imitating the French Hotchkiss heavy machine gun after the Japanese discovered the role of heavy machine guns on the battlefield.

There is not much difference in design, except that the Hotchkiss heavy machine gun’s five air-cooled radiators have been changed to seven.

There are two types, one is a tripod machine gun.

This was what was used to deal with Zhao Chuanxin in the Seoul Hotel at that time.

The other is a wheeled machine gun, usually used by cavalry.

But something happened suddenly today. The Japanese army also equipped these infantry with wheeled machine guns.

The Japanese attach great importance to machine guns, and do not use cheap but unreliable canvas belts at all, but directly use metal feed plates.

When the common people saw the heavy machine gun, their faces turned pale this time and they did not dare to move at all.

Taking advantage of the crowd's momentum, the housekeeper jumped up and pointed at the people surrounding them: "You unruly people continue to make trouble? Keep shouting? Why did you stop? Do you have the guts to touch our master?"

At this time, Li Wanyong on the sedan also regained his confidence.

He Shi Shiran got off the sedan, put his hands behind his back, and his face regained its dignity.

He walked around for a week, then coughed and said: "I am the Prime Minister Li Wanyong. What do you want to do today?"

No one dared to answer.

Li Wanyong smiled complacently: "I don't blame you, I must have been instigated by the villain. I think it has nothing to do with Zhao Chuanxin, who was praised as the God of War. This thief made a bad move.

The culture makes everyone think that violence is the way to resolve disputes. This is not good! This is wrong!"

Li Xiuji's eyelids jumped when he heard this. He had already touched the mirror box, and the impulsiveness came again. Especially when he heard Li Wan shamelessly slandering Zhao Chuanxin and slandering Zhao Chuanxin, he couldn't control his little.

I'm so angry.

Seeing that the people around him were silent, Li Wanyong smiled contemptuously: "Look at Japan, they have a strong country and a strong army, but can you unarmed people resist? A mere Zhao Chuanxin can give you the courage to besiege Tangtang.

Prime Minister of the Cabinet? He, Zhao Chuanxin, is nothing more than a grassroots bandit. Do you really regard him as your hope?"

There was some commotion among the people.

I don’t know if I think what I said makes sense, or if I feel angry.
To be continued...