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Drive all the way to Badaling, Feili leaned against Yi Chen and asked Fatadio with interest: "I have also heard of how great the Great Wall is. Is it really a huge building? How high is it? One hundred meters? Two hundred meters?"

Fatadio deliberately kept it insincerely: "Haha, you will know when you see it. Yi, there is a great person in your country who said, "I am not a hero if I can't wait for the Great Wall." In other words, if a person has never been to the Great Wall in his life, he cannot be considered a hero among the real Chinese." Fatadio treacherously added a footnote to "the Chinese among the Chinese", and Yi Chen smiled and said nothing.

The group drove four new Audi models with special license plates. Fatadio was afraid of encountering Long Fei again, so he simply brought five more Siberian bear-like bodyguards by his side. The one who accompanied them was a young secretary of the Foreign Economic Commission. He seemed to have just started working for a while and had no experience, but he had a match for Jester. The two of them talked about the topic of heavy metal bands in the car behind.

Even Yi Chen couldn't see through Sally followed Jester silently, with his two godless eyes looking at the happy people flashing outside the window, full of pride and confidence.

There was nothing to say along the way, and the drivers of four cars were unwilling to go up. After parking the car, they went there themselves. Fatadio, Yi Chen led a group of more than a dozen people to slowly walk towards the entrance.

Yi Chen suddenly stopped and didn't notice it just now. He always thought that the so-called Great Wall was something like a medieval European castle, and at most it was just a little older. However, when he saw the golden dragon passing through the clouds and fog between the mountains, for some reason, Yi Chen almost knelt down and cried.

Jester stood there and muttered in a low voice: "Damn God, what the hell is this? Could this be a building built by a man?" He grabbed the little secretary beside him and asked him: "What is the length of this city wall? Oh my god, this is so spectacular."

The little secretary, surnamed Zhao, said proudly: "The Great Wall, known as the Great Wall, is naturally thousands of miles long, which is more than 6,000 kilometers."

Jester rolled his eyes, and Feli exclaimed and asked Secretary Zhao: "When was it built?"

Secretary Zhao became even more proud and said with a smile: "I don't know the oldest one, but it's at least two thousand years."

Yi Chen was too lazy to say anything to them, so he pulled Fatadio to rush up the city wall. Fatadio, who was so tired that he almost panted to death. Yi Chen gently stroked the huge bricks and stones and whispered: "This is the Great Wall, right?"

As the wind blows, Yi Chen's long hair flies. Looking at the vast land in the north, a tragic and quaint desolate feeling arises naturally.

Fatadio was also intoxicated and whispered: "Dad said that the Chinese are the greatest nation in the world. This is not wrong. Dad has never missed it... The Great Wall that stretches for thousands of miles, God, drag such huge stones among the mountains and ridges to build such a magnificent city wall, a terrible nation."

Yi Chen's true energy slightly emanated outwards, and a cool breeze on his forehead, and a powerful force that was ten thousand times stronger than his own star power rushed in. Some blurry pictures and movies flashed like lightning, and some blurry sounds passed by, but that kind of bold momentum, the kind that had long faded with the passage of time, but was still deeply engraved in this space, fighting for the country and nation, deeply touched Yi Chen's heart.

The bone-broken grievances and pain when expelled from the sect, the hardships of struggling to survive in the desperate situation in the UK, the touching of reunion of junior brothers and uncles, and the drool like duckweed that had no sense of identity with his own nation for several years were intertwined. Yi Chen quietly appreciated the tragic atmosphere remaining on the Great Wall.

The two tears quietly slid down, and then quietly evaporated by Yi Chen's true energy. The Great Wall seemed to be a real dragon, and the breath left by these soldiers who fought near it was its soul. Yi Chen and the soul of the Great Wall were communicating silently, as if communicating with his father and brother the deepest part of his heart, the most sacred and undespicable feelings at the bottom of his bloodline.

Yi Chen murmured in a low voice: "Are you proud? One thing, what's left? Maybe I can understand why Old Man Huang and the others have lived in London for so long and still miss their motherland... It turns out that I, who have obtained British nationality, are still British in my bones, and I have another name..."

Secretary Zhao took Feili, Jester and others to take photos everywhere. Yi Chen and Fatadio walked up the city wall leisurely. Phil, Gore and several bodyguards of Fatadio kept a distance of not far or near, just in time to take care of Yi Chen and the others, and also to see Fei Li, and at the same time, it would not disturb the interest of both parties. Phil and the other four were very wise not to follow Yi Chen tightly at this moment.

Fatadio spread his hand in the wind and said, "Yi, how do you feel? I saw you crying just now. Ahha, many Chinese overseas people, when they saw this big guy after returning home, they were almost the same as you."

Yi Chen smiled and said, "I feel very relaxed now. I have always been unable to figure out what kind of person I am and what I want to do. I am very confused about the past and the future... Now, although I still can't figure out what I want to do, at least, I know who I am. At least I know that the depths of my soul have long decided that I have always been a Chinese. Although I don't understand the history of China, this is something that can be tutored, right?"

After untiing the knot in his heart and seeing such a powerful and great building in such a bright sunshine, Yi Chen was extremely open-minded and many problems that he had not thought clearly before were solved as if he had cut butter with a hot knife.

Fatadio nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Yi, you really should learn more about the deeds of your ancestors. At least, you should know what kind of heroes there were in China... Just like our Russia, aha, Peter the Great, Queen Yekarina, and the great Lenin, they are all our pride."

Yi Chen deliberately teased him: "Aha, dear Fatadio, then, if you were asked to choose the great China and dear Russia, which side would you choose?"

Fatadio thought for a moment and nodded and said, "China and Russia are both great countries. Perhaps in history and now, our Russia is not as good as China, but just like China is your motherland. Russia is my motherland. No matter how bad or broken it is, I still love my own country... I admire Chinese culture, but I love my own motherland even more. Isn't it?"

Yi Chen smiled, laughed happily, patted Fatadio's shoulder hard and said, "Yes, Russia is your motherland, China is my motherland... China... Well, the descendants of Yan and Huang? I began to like this name."

The two of them laughed and walked along the city wall with great pleasure. Fatadio said enthusiastically: "Yes, let's see if we can climb the high beacon tower in front, look at the scenery from above, and imagine how wonderful it is to kill millions of powerful troops riding horses back and forth... I have always regretted why I was not born in the war era. Now, I can only comfort myself in my imagination."

Yi Chen smiled, and a noise came from behind, mixed with the "Wala Wala" Japanese words that Fatadio could understand and Yi Chen was not unfamiliar with.

A girl wearing a goose yellow dress and looking beautiful, looking in her early twenties, walked over with a small yellow flag in her hand, followed by more than a dozen middle-aged or elderly Japanese in suits and tie, pointing and talking nonstop. It seemed that she was a tour group, and the girl in front was a tour guide.

Fatadio frowned slightly and said softly: "Let's go, these Japanese, damn it." It seems that the Russo-Japanese War left a deep impression on Fatadio.

Yi Chen nodded, greeted Phil and the others who were more than ten meters away, and prepared to continue climbing.

The uproar broke out, and all tourists from all over the country shouted softly. An old Japanese man took off his black windbreaker outside, took a yellow hat with two pieces of cloth floating behind him and put it on. The military uniform he was wearing was dressed as an old Japanese imperial army during World War II. A group of Japanese people clapped and stomped their feet and shouted loudly. The tour guide raised his camera with a smile and took a fierce shot at the old man.

Fatadio took a long breath, looked at Yi Chen a little worriedly, for fear that Yi Chen would suddenly get angry. Yi Chen frowned and asked Fatadio: "What's going on? Look at the atmosphere around him is a little wrong."

Fatadio said quickly: "It's nothing, well, maybe it's because the clothes this old man is wearing are very unique."

A group of students who seemed to be visiting the Great Wall during the summer vacation, the 17 or 18-year-old child suddenly walked towards the female guide who was taking pictures. A girl stopped her camera and said in English that was not very skillful: "I'm sorry, please don't continue taking pictures."

The female tour guide put down the camera in her hand, a little aggressive, and asked in standard Mandarin: "Why can't you take a photo? Is there anything wrong with taking a photo?"

The Japanese who were laughing wildly restrained their smiles and gradually gathered together. The old man in military uniform shouted in half-baked Chinese: "Miss, why don't you continue to take photos? I want to relive the magnificence of the Imperial Japanese Army and continue to take photos... Our army broke Shanhaiguan and took photos."

Several male students walked towards the old man. The powerful student who was in the first place suppressed his anger and said to the old man: "I'm sorry, this is the Great Wall. It seems that you are too disrespectful to us when you wear such clothes to take photos."

The tourists around gradually gathered together, and some more excited Chinese youths had rolled up their sleeves in the crowd, while several old men who were trembling all over stood in the crowd, their crutches pounding on the ground with their crutches and shouting loudly: "Blow, beat, beat these dogs to death."

Yi Chen looked at Fatadio strangely and said a little unhappy: "Fatadio, dear Fatadio, is there any problem?"

Fatadio smiled bitterly and muttered in his heart: "Oh my God, China Yi, what kind of person are you? Do you don't even know about China's eight years of Sino-Japanese War? How do you ask me to explain?"

At this time, I don’t know what I said, the female tour guide shouted sharply: “Ah, if someone pays money, our travel agency will of course provide the best service. If they just take two photos, you will raise the level of national feelings. No wonder you are called angry young people.” He raised the camera, pushed the female student away, and made a gesture to continue taking pictures.

A young man rushed out of the crowd, slapped the camera hard on the ground, and cursed in Mandarin mixed with southern dialect: "I'll fuck you, bitch, you're a fucking bitch."

A Japanese rushed over and pushed the young man's chest with one hand. So, both sides lost control of their emotions, and a group of people started to fight on the Great Wall. The female tour guide stood beside him and shouted in panic: "Mr. Yamai, be careful, what are you going to care about with these people?"

The foreign tourists around dodged one after another, looking at the female tour guide with strange eyes. Other Chinese nearby shouted: "Come on, come on, come on... I'll kill the puppy." From time to time, cold fists and flying legs came out of the crowd.

Yi Chen asked indifferently: "Tell me the reason, my dear Fatadio, what's going on with that military uniform? Otherwise, I'll throw you away from here."

Fatadio spread his hands and said helplessly: "OK, my dear Yi, about sixty years ago, Japan invaded China and killed about 30 million Chinese... Among them, in Nanjing, a massacre killed 300,000 Chinese. In the Northeast, Chinese were used to experiment with biological and chemical weapons. China and Japan have actually been hating each other, so when I was in London, I was surprised that you actually cooperated with Yamaguchi. You must know that in China, even gangs rarely have contact with the Japanese."

Yi Chen didn't react: "Thirty million? Army?"

Fatadio simply said: "The casualties of 30 million, and the civilians are almost one-tenth of China's total population at that time. Now, the Japanese are still yelling to occupy China again. I have always been very surprised. Did you grow up in a fairyland like Shangri-La? Otherwise, a Chinese, even a Chinese who is a traitor like the tour guide, would not know the history of China... the heaviest history in Chinese history."

The crowd of people fighting gradually became divided into different levels. The old man Shanjing had a few good martial arts masters as bodyguards. How could those students and young people who fought with their bravery be their opponents? People rushed over from several sections of the city walls far and near, shouting loudly, and seeing that the situation was about to get out of control.

The camera that fell to the ground was picked up by a student and smashed it out. The Japanese man he was about to hit him dodged and kicked him in the stomach. The student's mouth faintly flowed out of red and collapsed on the ground. Several Chinese people who were close to him pounced on him again.

The camera hit Yi Chen straight and hit his forehead hard. Fei Li, who had just arrived, screamed and rushed over quickly. Yi Chen had the power of true energy to protect his body, and did not feel pain, but this heavy blow made the evil fire accumulated by the Daode Sect burst out fiercely. He flew to the side and kicked him. The lumbar spine of an old Japanese man closest to him made a shattering sound, and his body flew five meters away. The upper and lower half of the shen bent to a strange angle, and fell to the ground and screamed desperately.

Yi Chen said coldly: "These people in black suits are Japanese, right? They beat me so hard that their ancestors didn't know them."

Yi Chen was very angry. It turned out that in the eyes of a big Russianist like Fatadio, he was such a person who was so unbearable in some aspects? Perhaps Fatadio himself did not realize this, but Yi Chen's sensitive heart deeply felt this.

Jester rushed out with a cheer and punched him hard, so he didn't bother with others' life or death. As long as he was wearing a black suit, he broke more than a dozen bones on his body with two punches, and then kicked him out.

Firgore rushed over with his huge body, and was hugging the Japanese with a bear. With the sound of bone shattering, they let go of their hands, and then the lucky guy also screamed and collapsed on the ground.

It seemed that the police would always be the last one to attend. Three or four plainclothes, seven or eight policemen finally pushed away the crowd and came to the scene. People around them whispered: "You guys, why don't you leave quickly?"

The young man who was still fighting just now quickly retreated into the crowd, and the students also left the scene under the cover of the crowd.

Yi Chen, a group of people who seriously injured these Japanese became the most eye-catching target. A plainclothes came over and asked Yi Chen with a serious expression: "Sir, may I ask, did you beat them seriously just now?"

Yi Chen looked at him arrogantly and indifferently, suddenly kicked the female tour guide who was stroking the mountain well and shouting. The female tour guide was already vomiting blood in the air, and then said indifferently: "Yes, it was my people who injured them... Don't talk nonsense, don't ask me the reason, I can't explain why I suddenly wanted to beat them hard. I was holding a British passport, and these gentlemen are members of the Russian Economic and Trade Group. It seems that as long as the people we injured were not Chinese, you have no right to arrest us."

The plainclothes got a little angry and pointed at the female tour guide and asked, "I don't bother with these Japanese people. Of course, their embassy and the British embassy are negotiating, but what about her?"

Yi Chen asked him coldly: "She? I saw that she spoke Japanese, but I thought she was also Japanese."

There was a burst of laughter around, and many people shouted: "This woman is not a Chinese, she is not worthy."

Secretary Zhao finally arrived, quickly showed his work permit, whispered to discuss with a few plainclothes and police, then walked over with a smile and said, "Okay, it's okay now. They will inform the Japanese Embassy that the murderer was a few foreigners and had escaped. But we'd better leave here immediately now."

Yi Chen was a little surprised at Secretary Zhao's handling, but thought about it, why bother himself? The group hurriedly left the Great Wall.

Several policemen asked people nearby to help get the seriously injured, but the people around them scattered. Who would have wanted to? The foreign tourists shook their heads and whispered something, but they walked away without any hesitation...
Chapter completed!