[Charlie Norman, engineer, Chinese is not very good]
I believe my story can give some help to the subject.
One thing is guaranteed: the man you describe is indeed guilty.
Because I met him and his companions in Fuyang City, although they did not disclose their real names until the end. I would even go so far as to say that I have developed some friendships with them.
Oh, another lousy guy with a mouth full of trains, you probably already thought so.
In order to dispel your doubts, let me introduce myself first.
My name is Charlie and I am from Great Britain in the early 2000s.
I will always remember the summer when I graduated from college, my friends and I traveled to China. I was on my way back to my hotel after a good day when I got hit by the truck.
When I opened my eyes again, I hardly recognized myself.
You can also leave out the "almost" - I, a blond Englishman, not only came to this imaginary country, climbed up beside a crooked street with horse-drawn carriages, but also became a yellow man with long black hair .
Not far away, a kind lady asked me something, but I couldn't understand her language, and I didn't know how to respond. The only Chinese sentence I ever learned was "how are you" taught by the tour guide.
I panicked and was about to run yelling, but someone beat me to it.
It was like watching a post-modern movie, and the whole street was shouting and running.
Boom! Boom! There was such a sound in the distance, and then a large group of guys in ancient military uniforms rode horses, rushed from both ends of the street, joined in the middle, and staged a bloody massacre right in front of me.
Later—after being able to understand a little Chinese—I realized that what happened was an event that will be recorded in history. On that day, the traversers mentioned by the subject captured eight cities, including Fuyang, and turned them into the base camp of the Pioneering Group.
I think they should have reached some kind of agreement with the local aristocratic family, and they were tacitly allowed to build buildings and roads in the city, manufacture arms, and accelerate the process of modernization. The closed walls became the Berlin Wall, and the submissive natives became second-class citizens. As for those who dared to resist, of course they were flogged to death.
What about me, you might ask. Before I figured it all out, I was already a construction worker by nature.
I couldn't speak or understand other people's words, so I was taken for granted as dementia. I was called around every day, moved bricks, ate and slept.
I don't know what kind of project I am participating in. I only see that the roads in the city are being paved day by day, the carriages transporting metal, fuel and wood come and go, and several square buildings are built in the city day by day. factory. It's ridiculous to say, but what I thought at the time was: "The architecture of this period in China really looks like the style of the 21st century."
The turning point happened on an ordinary day.
When I was moving a brick, I accidentally dropped my hand and hit the cap of my toe, and blurted out a dirty word.
As we all know, swear words are most fluent in the mother tongue at any time.
"Shit." I said.
A passing overseer glanced at me. I quickly lowered my head and pretended to be working hard, but he walked straight towards me.
The overseer said, "What did you say?"
I could already understand him, but I still shook my head pretending not to understand. He asked again: "Don't pretend to be stupid, what are you talking about?"
I shake my head.
Then I heard him ask: "Do you speak Chinese?"
I was so scared that I almost lost control.
On that day, I was taken into the office building of the Pioneer Group. They picked a traveler who passed CET-6 to communicate with me.
Simply put, we signed a contract.
My college major is civil engineering. They need my technology to help them build a munitions factory. And the condition I offered was to let them fund and support me to build a ship.
A nautical class galleon.
If you are a time traveler and have ever felt alone in this world, imagine how I felt. I'm dealing with the lonely square.
My hometown is infinitely far away. If I am destined not to go back, I want to at least see what Great Britain looks like in this world and this era, and I want to chat with my ancestors in our mother tongue.
Although Great Liang also has sturdy building ships, they are only suitable for inland water warfare, and their structure is far from meeting the conditions for going to sea. As a layman, I can only look up all the information I can find, and at the same time rely on the little visual impression brought from modern times to grope for continuous improvement, which can be called difficult.
Since becoming chief engineer, my status in the city has improved significantly. The traveler gave me brand new clothes and bought me a beautiful house. The girl from the pastry shop next door gave me a wink after hearing my name. You must know that this is the first time regardless of past life or present life.
Although the traversers showed a slight interest in my shipbuilding business—perhaps because of the association with some history of that time and space—but in the foreseeable future, they do not need a navy that can go to sea. I was doing a purely expensive research project, and of course I was under tremendous pressure every day.
It was at this time that I met the two friends mentioned above.
I have no doubt that the martial arts of Long Daxia mentioned by the subject is very high, otherwise it would never be possible to sneak into the city at that time. When they appeared in front of me, they claimed to be residents here and proposed to work as workers in the factory, hoping that I would approve. I approve. As a former brick mover, I have compassion for these Aboriginal people who were enslaved.
The little man's name was Qian, while his tall and handsome friend called himself Ding at the time.
Soon, I discovered what was special about them.
Ding's strength is far greater than it looks. I saw him lift the weight that others could carry three times with one hand, and he walked leisurely. But later, when he understood the normal strength of ordinary people, he learned to hide it.
Qian, on the other hand, has no power to restrain himself, and Ding Momo has basically contracted out all the work entrusted to him. Qian spent most of his time around the fan to deliver water, and the rest of the time he wandered around the factory, looking for people to talk to. He always showed a special flattering look, but he was not annoying, and his eyes were like puppies. Later I learned an appropriate adjective: dogleg.
He is energetic, very active, and full of curiosity about the world of this traveler. Within a few days he convinced me to show them the boat I had built.
"God, look!" he said to Ding affectionately stroking the sail (maybe not in this tone, I can't remember), "if this big guy can sail out to sea and trade with those small countries outside, What a fortune it can bring us!"
His companion was visibly upset.
Qian continued to say: "Seriously, look around us, even a small fountain pen has such a market. As long as those millennium-old commodities are reproduced one by one and sold everywhere, there will be endless..." He His companion interrupted sullenly: "It's against the way of heaven."
My Chinese is not good, and I habitually pretend to be deaf and dumb.
No one shy away from speaking in front of me.
Qian looked at me in embarrassment, and retorted in a low voice: "Even if big brother doesn't like time travelers, technology is innocent..."
Technology is innocent. He really sounds like a wise traveler. It's a pity that there are too few such people.
Qian is an enthusiastic young man who often chats with me with words and gestures.
I could sense that Ding didn't want Qian to get too close to me, but unexpectedly, when Qian did, he didn't object either. Maybe it's because my identity allows them to get useful information.
Due to the shortage of military supplies, the factory was already used when half of it was built. That part of the assembly line that was running was completely separated by a curtain, and idlers can't get close to it, and they can't see the scene inside. From time to time, the leader of the pioneering group will come to make a night inspection. At this time, all the assembly line workers will be invited away, and only I and a few leaders will be left to wander around.
The leader of the Pioneering Group is a kind-looking woman named Jiao Jiaoran. She gave orders most of the time, and only once, I saw the man in the legend behind her.
That's such a terrifyingly beautiful guy. Even though he didn't say a word the whole time, the air pressure around me made me quite uncomfortable. I wouldn't be surprised if someone told me it was he who gave the order to massacre the city before retreating.
It was only after a few years that I realized that Jiao was only the CEO, and that man was the shareholder behind it.
But at the time, all I could tell my friends was what I knew.
After Ding learned that the leader was a woman, he was silent for a while. In hindsight, he probably took some effort to convince himself to kill the woman.
I suspect that Qian doesn't know all of Ding's plans. He likes to go shopping, visits everywhere, often comes to my house to eat, share the cookies (a kind of local sweets, I don’t know the exact name) sent by the neighbor girl every now and then, and teasingly inquire about my relationship.
One day he lay on my deck, watched me go up and down, and asked, "Are you going to get a wife?"
"What? Of course not!" I said. "I was meant to go."
"How many more years will you stay here?"
I straightened up slowly, looked up at the mast and said, "I can't judge, because I don't know how to transform it successfully. Maybe a year is enough, maybe it won't work for a lifetime."
"Have you ever thought about giving up?" he asked.
"I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life here. But at least, building this boat makes me feel like I'm already on my way home."
Money looks thoughtful.
In the next few days, the atmosphere between him and Ding was very strange. I thought they had some kind of argument, because a few days later, I overheard Qian saying to Ding at the factory: "They are not all bad guys... Brother, you are really a very good brother, righteous. But this time, you listen Let me advise you, just stay here, we can live a good life, even if... I know how to do business. "
What he omitted was probably a particularly hurtful sentence, such as "the ground is full of guns now, you hero has finished playing and is about to starve to death".
Ding couldn't even completely hide the pained look on his face. He said, "Little Qian, is this how you see me?"
Qian seemed to have made up his mind before saying: "We are in the river, we cannot go against it..."
"This river should not have drowned our compatriots!" Ding Hong said with eyes rimmed.
With my Chinese level, I can't guess their charades.
But today, many years later, I will imagine Ding's mood - when he witnessed his era slowly ending, being brought to an end by a swift river; Surviving alone under the staring eyes... What kind of mood is he watching all this
For a long time afterwards, the two fell into a cold war. The money is no longer dangling around, and I just barely smile when I see it. He began to stagger and move his share of bricks, until Ding really couldn't see it, and silently helped.
This strange interaction continued until Qian visited my house again.
"You seem very unhappy recently. Come to the bar tomorrow night and call Shangding, you two."
"Okay," Qian said with a smile, "tomorrow night?"
"After Xu time, wait until I get home from get off work, is that okay?"
He asked, "Are you going to work overtime?" I hesitated for a moment, and decided to trust him: "Yes, tomorrow is the day when the leader inspects, and I have to accompany him." Qian blinked and didn't answer.
The next evening, I found him crying alone outside the factory.
"What's wrong with you? Where are you hurt? Where's Ding?" I asked hurriedly.
Qian shook his head: "I just heard an old man with a back injury tell his workers that they will be able to go home when the court recovers this place. I remembered what you said on the boat...you all miss home..."
I was at a loss, I didn't expect him to cry because of this: "Are you homesick too?"
He shook his head and calmed himself down: "It's okay, there are always a few days of sentimentality every month." He suddenly asked, "Can you take me with you tonight? You know, I'm curious about everything about the time traveler, Brother Dante has been blocking it."
I agreed, but oddly, he didn't look any happier about it.
If only I could have understood the struggle in his heart then. But I just had a vague doubt like an idiot, and secretly arranged two more accompanying guards.
So it was too late.
At night, Qian followed closely behind me and almost grabbed me. I smiled and asked him, "There's no need to be so nervous, right?"
"Necessary." He said without thinking.
Jiao appeared, bringing with him several subordinates and guards of the traversers. After meeting them one by one, I lifted the curtain that cut off half of the factory and showed them the newly developed assembly line.
"This section needs to be assembled by hand..." I introduced, and suddenly felt the money behind me trembling slightly.
The suspicion in my heart was getting stronger and stronger, and I turned my head to look at him, only to find that he didn't dodge, but stared at me eagerly.
I pulled him aside: "What's the matter with you?"
He even grabbed me with his backhand: "You must never leave me more than one step."
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
He trembled and lowered his voice: "I only found out about his plan yesterday... you have guns, but he can't fight, so he wants to blow up here... and then catch him without a fight."
"Who? Ding?"
He nodded: "He has been waiting for this opportunity, I... I told him, but I regret it. I can't let him die, and I can't watch you die. If he sees me here, he won't do it—"
Before his words fell to the ground, there was a flower in front of my eyes, as if a magician waved his cloak.
A figure flashed past me like a ghost. When I looked closely, the money had disappeared.
I know that Ding has great strength, maybe he is a master of martial arts, but I can't imagine how powerful his martial arts are. Even with such a grown man carrying money, I swear he rushed out of the curtain in the next second. I only heard Qian yelling in a crying voice: "Brother!"
If the traverser was holding a sword, Ding would have won a complete victory.
Unfortunately, they have guns.
In my recollection, everything was squeezed into five seconds.
In the first second, before the flying curtain fell, there was a "bang" gunshot.
The next second, I saw Ding stagger, and blood seeped out from behind.
In the third second, Qian shouted hoarsely, and rushed towards Ding at an incredible speed, desperately blocking behind him.
In the fourth second, there were two more "bang bang" gunshots.
Then in the fifth second, the explosion happened.
My eyes were covered by white light, and my body flew up like a feather. Steel, brick, soil, and air were stirred into a turbid vortex by the huge heat wave, and they flew me out.
Then I lost consciousness.
Unfortunately, subject, my story ends here.
If I had been sober at the time, I might have been able to witness what happened next, just as I did when I first came into this world.
If I had witnessed the whole process, maybe I could still clearly answer your question, which is also my own: Why does Long Daxia, who is willing to lay down his life for his compatriots, choose to blow up the entire city? If he was going to massacre the city early in the morning, why did he choose when all the assembly line workers left
However, if I hadn't passed out at the time, maybe I wouldn't be able to write this answer alive now.
Because when I woke up—you'd never believe it—I was wearing a bloody armor.
This armor protected me from being mistaken for a dead soldier from the ensuing bullets and gunfire. It wasn't until other officers and soldiers lifted my "corpse" that I suddenly woke up.
The bad news is, I've been deaf since. The explosion was too close, I guess.
The good news is that I was in the ranks of the officers and soldiers until I found a chance to escape, and I have survived until now. Just last month my big boat was finally built and has successfully passed three short sailing tests. I plan to set off this year and go to the hometown that may exist.
I still can't think of who put on that armor for me that day. But recently, I finally gradually understood Qian's tears at that time. He had a premonition that at most only one of me and the old man with a back injury would be able to go home. There are countless people, countless people like the subject, who are no longer homeless.
In a chaotic era, the boundaries between good and evil are too blurred. Many times you make choices that you think are right, but you may just transfer the right of one group of people to another group of people.
I have never seen Qian or Ding again. I don’t know if they are still alive or if they have returned home.