The following days seemed to be relaxed and comfortable. Although the assassination of Bartolome Mitre caused an uproar in Buenos Aires, it had no impact on Zhu Xianhai.
He is just a small person, and political turmoil has nothing to do with him.
At the same time, his life was relaxed and pleasant. He even gained feelings. Faced with a stunning beauty like Elizabeth that can arouse men's desire, no man can control himself!
Besides, the identity of the widow...the little widow is also quite tempting.
Although it is not suitable to be a wife, there is no need to say that she is a mistress. Not only is her appearance stunning, but her hot figure is enough to make any man addicted and unable to extricate himself.
Finally, on a charming moonlit night, in front of the flowers and under the moonlight, they started a fire together...
At the same time, the death of Bartolome Mitre exacerbated the political crisis in Buenos Aires, and war was imminent.
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On January 3, 1861, the Civil War broke out in Buenos Aires.
In March, rebel forces attacked Buenos Aires.
That day, the sound of cannons continued all day long. At night, the dark sky turned red, and the crimson flames illuminated the night sky.
The rebels were not only setting fire to the city, but also looting and killing people in the suburbs.
In order to avoid the war, Zhu Xianhai deliberately moved into a high-end community in the suburbs, trying to protect himself with the help of the group power in the community.
But facts have proven that when it comes to the military, the so-called upper-class elites of society and their bodyguards are nothing but contempt.
In a large red light, Zhu Xianhai held Elizabeth's hand tightly, and a slightly warm breeze blew in from a distance. They smelled the smell of fireworks.
The streets were full of hustle and bustle, with people running up and down the streets in panic, and unattended children sitting in the corridors howling. Military vehicles and ambulances full of wounded were supported on the streets... The guards guarding the community were defeated.
Already.
The men on horseback were running around in a mess, and so was Zhu Xianhai.
"Master, we have to leave quickly."
Brian, who was driving the carriage, shouted loudly. For several months, in order to protect his own safety, he hired more than a dozen bodyguards. At the beginning, he even knew how to protect them.
Originally, these bodyguards were to prevent him from being attacked, like in the last simulation, to give him time to retreat.
But now, he is facing thousands of unruly rebels. Faced with the rifles and cannons of the rebels, the bodyguards and community guards holding pistols were easily defeated by the rebels with cannons. The rich man's bodyguards
Same as the rout.
Run away, run away,
In the end, only Brian was left with them, and he was an old man employed by Elizabeth for many years.
Perhaps they escaped, but there were rioters everywhere inside and outside the city, all without discipline.
The rebels were killing people, setting fires, and robbing everywhere...
In the explosion, the carriage was hit.
Zhu Xianhai fell out of the carriage, and Elizabeth fell down too. Covered in blood, she held his hand tightly, and the blood stained her dress. She just looked at him like that, her eyes slowly becoming
It was dim...and with his legs blown off, he could only face it all helplessly. Listening to the cries and screams of the people around him, and the wanton laughter of the rebels...
The sky was red, and large clouds of black smoke were rising like cloud waves. In his blurred vision, Brian was dragging him while trying to protect him with a pistol...
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[In March 1861, when you were 23 years old, you were seriously injured during a bombardment by the rebels. You died of your injuries three days later. Your body was collected by the church and buried in the Victims Cemetery. The tombstone is - Anonymous]
This is a green grassland with rows of white crosses on the grass. This is a cemetery, and the crosses are quietly standing tombstones...
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That's it……
Faced with such an ending, Zhu Xianhai was dumbfounded. This time his fate changed in the simulation. His initiative to attack Mitre was indeed solved.
No one is seeking money or killing anyone anymore.
But unfortunately - he died again!
He even lost half a year of his life.
This time he killed Mitre, but it caused another chain reaction. Without strong restraint, the rebel army turned into a group of demons.
He even indirectly killed himself.
Faced with such a result, Zhu Xianhai's face naturally turned ugly.
how so?
What's even more terrible is that his choice not only killed himself, but also indirectly killed many people.
The bright red sky, the choking smell of smoke, the rioters killing people everywhere, and the despair in Elizabeth's eyes when she was about to die.
"damn it……"
He punched the air hard, and Zhu Xianhai felt inexplicably angry.
Too bad!
The living environment here is really harsh!
If it weren't for cheats and simulators, even if you have knowledge that transcends your time, it would quickly become obsolete in this era.
And it cooled faster than he imagined!
Fortunately, there is an emulator, and fortunately we are the chosen ones!
But... thinking of what happened to Elizabeth and others in the simulator, Zhu Xianhai's face was filled with helplessness.
I didn’t kill Boren, but Boren died because of me!
He was bearish on life and death. He was bearish on life and death, but how many people had been killed by that choice?
The most important thing is...it caused me to die half a year early!
This whole thing... was all in vain!
Sitting on the bed dejectedly, Zhu Xianhai frowned and pondered.
Directly killing future enemies seems simple, crude, and clean, but changing the future is also full of too many uncertain factors.
And the dangers brought by this uncertainty are also unpredictable, and the results may be even worse!
After experiencing several "lifes" before and after, he had an inexplicable enlightenment.
I had just escaped the tragedy of the "Flower Protector"'s flowers dying before they were broken, and then I fell into the pit of the "Pharmacist". Before I could jump out of the pit, I turned into an "assassin" there.
alliance".
If you look down on life, just do it if you don’t accept it!
But what’s the result?
It was as if he was destined to be unlucky, and every time it was "the late emperor's great cause collapsed before he was even halfway through".
Is it possible that this is fate?
"When a grain of ashes of the times falls on an individual's head, it is like a mountain..."
One thing that is certain is that for ordinary people, in such troubled times, it is not as easy as imagined to achieve great deeds. A casual grain of ashes falling on the head may be "the great deeds of the late emperor"
Before the halfway point, the middle path collapsed."
Although the results of the four simulations were different, Zhu Xianhai felt that fate was like a spider web. Although he continued to struggle, he fell deeper and deeper every time. Every time, fate was like a wolf.
Spiders seem to have become more powerful!
How can we break free from the spider web of fate?
For a person who has "died" four times, it seems that nothing is more important than living.
The basic principle of time-travelers - only by living, there is no limit to what is possible!
The so-called "right or wrong, success or failure can turn around in vain", is this probably the case as well?
The so-called "fate" is probably the same, right?
Could it be that this is "fate?"
impossible!
Zhu Xianhai shook his head and shook this weird thought out of his mind. How could this be fate?
Taking a deep breath, his eyes slowly became determined.
He decided that from today on, he would never accept the so-called destiny.
We have cheated - the chosen son of God! How can we accept our fate?
Besides, what is the function of The Sims?
Isn't it just to let us avoid those risks?
Fortunately, fortunately, although the living environment in this world is a bit harsh, it’s not a big problem. I have a golden finger!
Of course, security protection still needs to be strengthened. But things have proven that white men are unreliable, and white men hired with money are even less reliable.
Moreover, bodyguards... are of no use!
Unless...his brows furrowed, Zhu Xianhai made a calculation in his mind...