Qi Dangxian indeed said that he would not let Xiang Dongqing do this alone again. He didn't remember it clearly, but Xiang Dongqing cared about it very much.
He nodded slightly, hugged Sister Xiang's delicate body into his arms, and said, "Don't worry, let's go, let's go and pay homage to the ruins. Maybe I can get inspiration from it."
If time were not pressed, Qi Dangxian would even try to visit more monuments and appreciate the revolutionary spirit along the way.
Magic City is a modern city that has created a huge GDP for the country and is also an international financial metropolis.
However, even in such a modern big city, there are still ancient and dilapidated warehouses in the city center.
Such a building is preserved so that future generations can witness history, so that our ancestors will not be forgotten, and also so that history can be preserved.
Xiang Dongqing drove Qi Yifan to the vicinity of the warehouse, found a parking lot and parked the car, and then joined hands with him to visit the war-scarred warehouse.
Walking among these old ruins, Qi Ding took a deep breath and vaguely heard the distant sound of gunshots and roaring artillery fire.
Regardless of the purpose behind this battle, the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for this battle are worthy of respect and memory.
The two walked into the showroom, where there were documents and some firearms, bullet casings, flags, etc. left over from that time...
"How much courage did it take to defend this place?" Xiang Dongqing couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know." Qi Dingxian couldn't comment on this, he only had pride and admiration in his heart.
Here, he felt the heavy and bloody historical atmosphere. Of course, there was also impassioned and endless heroism in it.
Close your eyes, and you can seem to hear the revolutionary cry from deep in your soul.
"Clark said he wanted to capture the dragon of China and these dragons that we claim to be the descendants of dragons. However, everyone has such a temperament, can he capture it?" Qi Dingxian felt a little relieved and relieved.
agitation.
"We all have the courage to devote ourselves to the revolution, like Lu Zhanlong, like Chu Wudao..."
"Can those iron fists be able to imprison us?"
As he walked around the warehouse, feeling and looking at the bullet marks and blast holes, he felt more and more excited.
He couldn't help but think of the people in the electronic fraud park who spontaneously picked up their AK47s to resist, roaring "Gun in hand, follow me".
"Sure enough, thoughts can't feel pain, let alone bleed, or die..." Qi Dingxian said in a low voice. He saw a bloody handprint on a flag.
This bloody handprint was obviously left by the soldiers back then. Looking at this bloody handprint, he seemed to have the illusion of having a conversation with the revolutionary soldiers back then.
People at that time may not have any profound philosophical thoughts. They may only think about protecting their homeland and defending their country. Some even just think that they should obey the orders of their superiors.
But it is this group of people who have gathered incredible fighting power, making this small warehouse the focus of the entire world's attention.
Qi Dingxian took his time and took Xiang Dongqing's hand to walk around the site carefully. He also read all the written documents. He even looked at every bullet hole carefully.
past.
"How did my ancestors realize the mystery of the indestructibility of diamond in the past?"
"All glory goes to the people..."
"Is this his grand ambition? But why does history keep repeating the same mistakes, and the people always become the objects of sacrifice and oppression."
Qi Dingxian thought about it, and felt that his ancestors might have had a mind as big as a land war dragon. They regarded the suffering of the world as their own suffering, and threw themselves into the fire and water, trying to change everything.
After walking around for a while, he discovered that there was still something he wanted to do.
"How do you feel?" Xiang Dongqing couldn't help but ask.
"It feels good!" Qi Dingxian nodded.
Xiang Dongqing asked: "Then when will you go back?"
Qi Zheng said casually: "I'll go back tomorrow. Clark is waiting for me. I can't run around anymore. I have to calm down and deal with him."
Although the fists and kicks between the two have not yet exchanged, the mental competition has already begun. It depends on who can't hold back his nerves during this period of preparation.
"Then let's go have a meal and then go home to rest." Xiang Dongqing said, "You have worked hard recently and you have got so much rice gold. I have to reward you."
Qi Dangxian couldn't help but laugh. Greedy Lang had defrauded the one billion meters of gold from the Jie Peng people, and the two creditors were nailed to death by Jiu Heng on the street afterwards. This account became nothing.
The case is over.
Of course, even if they were traced, Qi Dangxian would just ask them to go to the Snow Country to find Gusinski, and it would be none of his business.
"My battle with Clark will definitely go down in history. Perhaps, future generations will be able to feel my state of mind at this time."
"At this moment, standing in this warehouse, I can feel the heroism of our ancestors when they shed their blood."
Before Qi Dangxian left, he turned around, took one more look, and then commented like this.
Xiang Dongqing said: "Yes, but the premise is that you survive and Clark dies."
After eating and taking a casual walk for a while, Qi followed Xiang Dongqing back to her mansion.
It was getting dark now, so Xiang Dongqing said he was going to take a shower.
It's rare for my sister to take the initiative.
Listening to the sound of gurgling water in the bathroom, Archbishop Qi couldn't help but feel extremely excited.
About ten minutes later, Xiang Dongqing walked out of the bathroom. She was wrapped in a bathrobe, and half of her delicate calves, like tender lotus roots, were exposed. The round ankles connected the perfect calves to the jade feet.
There is no nail polish on the toes, but the nail caps are as pink as stamens.
Qi Dangxian couldn't hold it anymore, but Xiang Dongqing said gently: "You should wash up too."
Seeing that this guy was a little impatient and disobedient, Xiang Dongqing blushed and said softly: "You go wash up, and I'll go change clothes."
Hearing this, Qi Dangxian said solemnly: "Well, it's time to wash up, after all, it's been a day of running around."
After seeing him go in, Xiang Dongqing went to the cloakroom to change into some interesting clothes. She had never thought before that one day she would actually wear such clothes to please a man.
When Qi waited for time to come out, he found that Xiang Dongqing was already huddled on the bed wrapped in a bathrobe and covered with a quilt.
Xiang Dongqing seemed to be very nervous and pulled her bathrobe extremely tight. Even Archbishop Qi spent a while before pulling it off.
"Doesn't it look good?" After the bathrobe was taken off, Xiang Dongqing saw that he didn't move, so she couldn't help turning her head and asked doubtfully.
"Aba, abaa, aba!" Qi Dingchen responded.
"What the hell?"
"It's so good that I'm speechless!"
Well, don't mention it, it is a great sense of accomplishment to be able to let a beautiful lady like Sister Xiang know such a taste!
In order to Xiang Dongqing, Qi Dangxian did not dare to slack off and pretended to be tired no matter how tired he was, so he practiced "Iron Ox Plowing" hard for most of the night.