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Chapter 1872 It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years or 300 years

In groups of flying whales, they flew across the three Baltic countries in such a mighty way, all the way to Riga.

Shadows cast across the streets, buildings, and parks of Riga.

The aimless pedestrians on the street and the hurried office workers all raised their heads in doubt, and then opened their mouths in surprise.

what is that?
In the press conference hall, the politicians who were speaking impassionedly about their ambitions on the podium also raised their heads.

Shadows passed over the glass dome and curtain wall one by one, and flew towards Riga Airport not far away.

"what!"

"My God!"

"what is that!"

"Oh my God!"

The reporters here, who still remember who the protagonist is this time, they raised the cameras in their hands and frantically shot at the sky.

Others have rushed out.

Whales in iron-gray armor swung their tails and spread their wings, descending from the sky.

There are a few humpback whales flying relatively low. Their huge bodies seem to be just above the roof, and they can be touched by reaching out.

The body of a whale is so beautiful.

Like the most beautiful curve created by God.

In particular, it is still dynamic, and when it swings in the air, it has a heart-pounding beauty.

And the metal shell covering them has covered this nature with a kind of metal coldness, but it has not concealed the true colors of their lives.

Among the deep humming of the engine, there are light, heavy, long, or short whale calls intertwined in the air.

They are like a group of the most agile birds in the sky. The real birds seem to be bewitched by them, and they shuttle among them suspiciously, unable to tell what they are.

On the street, on the ground, pedestrians looked up at the sky, some climbed up trees, some climbed up stairs, children jumped and shouted to the sky, while parents tightly held their children's hands , don't let them run around.

Some people dragged their children desperately and walked towards the house, their faces full of horror.

Facing the unknown.

Adults and children react very differently.

"My God, what is this?"

"Is it an alien invasion?"

"How can there be such a group of flying whales?"

At this very moment, the Flying Whale that was glimpsed at the shore of Lake Geneva has just spread on the Internet, and too many people don't know its existence.

This group of flying whales brought not only shock, but also fear.

The air forces of the three countries add up to a small country with less than [-] aircraft. Facing such a formation, how could it be possible not to be afraid!
They can't even protect themselves.

But what is really frightening is not the group of flying whales.

It's something after the whales.

"My God!"

"what is that!"

The same cry, but the level of panic has increased exponentially.

After the whales, the sky darkened rapidly.

A dark cloud is rapidly devouring the sun.

storm!

The storm is coming!

It was sunny just now, but in just over ten minutes, the sky was completely dark, and I couldn't even see my fingers.

The street lights hadn't had time to turn on, only the pipes on the whales in the sky were still shining brightly.

Seen from the ground, it looks like fluorescent whales from aliens, swimming and shuttling in the air.

The wind came, from the calm and no wind just now to the howling wind, in just a short moment, there was no one on the street, and everyone hid in the buildings on both sides.

The trees on both sides of the road seemed to be fiddled with by a pair of crazy big hands, and they swayed to and fro, as if they might be uprooted at any time.

A resident hiding in the room boldly looked up from the window, and in the clouds in the sky, a white light was flickering and flickering.

Suddenly, a white lightning snaked through the storm, and in the next second, endless snowflakes fell from the sky.

Snowing.

The heavy snow was blown by the strong wind and swirled down from the sky. In just a few minutes, the ground was completely covered with a layer of white.

The whales swam and circled in the blizzard, and sometimes they went upstream toward the sky, and sometimes they swooped down, skimming across the snow-covered streets, bringing up a cloud of snow.

They are like a group of children who have never seen snow, playing with snow in the sky.

The wind slowly died down. Perhaps the storm converted all its energy into heavy snow falling from the sky.

Heavy snow fell on the ground, roofs, car roofs, lawns, fields, wasteland.

It also falls on oceans, ports, ships...

A thin layer of ice that accumulates on the surface of the Baltic Sea.

Then slowly it gets thicker and thicker...

Until most of the Baltic Sea is covered with ice and snow.

Above the nine heavens, a young man stood on the flying sword, hugged his shoulders, and stared down.

He held a long sword in his right hand, and there still seemed to be a white mist spreading around the sword.

And in his left hand, there is also a short dagger. On the scabbard, a double-headed eagle inlaid with gold thread looks mighty, and a huge ruby ​​is inlaid at the end of its hilt, reflecting a faint light.

……

300 years ago, in 1707.

Baltic coast.

Riga city.

Several warships from Russia have already landed in the port of Riga. This once prosperous port has now been plunged into a sea of ​​flames, and there are very few remaining Riga defenders who are stubbornly resisting.

The brave navy soldiers climbed ashore, and the infantry from Russia who attacked from the other direction invaded the city that once opened Peter's eyes and looked around eagerly, but they were treated unfairly and treated as country bumpkins. look at the city.

The Russian Tsar and Vice Admiral Peter, standing on a ship, held a musket in his hand, aiming at the coast ahead.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Amidst the sound of gunfire, the rifle in his hand took the lives of only a few remaining enemy soldiers.

Then, standing on the bow of the boat, he watched the flames burn half the sky red.

When morning came, Peter came to the streets of Riga.

The city had completely lost the courage to resist, and the surviving citizens huddled behind windows and gates, watching the Russian army marching across the long street in the posture of conquerors.

Finally, Peter came to the fortification that the Riga officials had promised them to visit, but they still broke their promise and refused their visit request.

At this time, half of this once impenetrable fortification had been destroyed by the flames of war. The scorched marks were still there, and it seemed that the flame had just been extinguished not long ago.

Peter raised his head and stopped in front of the fortifications filled with corpses from both sides.

Ten years ago, he was standing in this position, looking up at this building.

The sight of him vowing to conquer the city seems to be still vivid, as if it was only yesterday, but ten years have passed.

In ten years, things have changed and people have changed. Lefort, who was loyal to him, has long since passed away.

That mysterious and loyal friend has long since disappeared.

And he, Tsar Peter from Russia, finally conquered the city that had humiliated him and rejected his request.

He even conquered most of the Baltic Sea along the way.

This shining pearl of the Baltic Sea finally became his homeland at this time.

He finally fulfilled his promise.

"I don't know where my friend Xiaobai is. If he is here, he must be very happy."

Peter seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be talking to his followers.

"If he is here, maybe we will conquer faster!"

Then, he walked up the steps slowly, all the way to the highest point of the fortification, and looked up.

On the Baltic Sea, there are still wisps of gunpowder smoke. The ignited ships are slowly capsizing and sinking into the sea. The frightened merchant ships are wandering in the distance, not knowing whether they should dock. It spread and burned most of it.

He conquered this beautiful city, but also destroyed its beauty.

But so what?

In time, he can make this place even more beautiful.

Because under his rule, this country, this city, will definitely be even greater!
Facing the sparkling sea, Peter put his hips on his hips and laughed triumphantly.

"Hehehe, Xiaobai, I have avenged us!"

Then he turned around and said to several confidantes: "You, who is willing to help me find my close friend Tonight Bai, and tell him the good news? No matter who of you finds him, I will add officials and ranks for you, and let your Future generations will enjoy endless glory and wealth!"

Several followers looked at me and I looked at you, and they were all a little surprised.

Peter the Great was passionate, but also moody.

Over the years, many people have become his close friends.

It's just that very few people make him never forget.

The only ones who could make him feel so confiding and believe with all his heart were the former Lefort and the mysterious Tonight Bai.

However, Lefort had already passed away, and Bai had already left tonight.

In this world, there may no longer be a confidant of Peter the Great.

And at this moment, he is so hoping to share that joy with his friends.

Finally, a young man stood up.

Looking at this brave young man, Peter remembered his identity: "Are you... the young swordsmith from the Sashkas family?"

"Yes, it is my father who forged the sword for you, and I forged the dagger you use when hunting." The young swordsmith bowed deeply.

"Are you really going to take on this mission?" Peter asked again, "My friend's whereabouts are uncertain, just looking for a woman, his whereabouts are all over Europe, and he may even return to the mysterious East. A mission that will never be completed."

Even Peter himself, after talking about it, felt that no one would accept this task.

After all, his promise may be too illusory.

"Ever since I heard the story of Tonight Bai, I have always been fascinated by him. I am a swordsmith, but I am also a swordsman. I can meet him, exchange sword skills with him, or forge a sword for him. It’s been a lifelong dream of mine.”

Afterwards, the young swordsmith asked, "May I ask your Majesty, what do you want to say to him after I find Tonight Bai?"

Peter thought for a while, then laughed again: "Hey, Xiaobai, I have conquered Riga, have you seen it?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, no matter how many years it takes, I will definitely bring this sentence with me." The young swordsmith bowed deeply, then turned and left.

From this day on, Peter never saw the young swordsmith again.

No one knows where he drifted to, and whether he met Jin Yebai.

……

The time went back to a few days ago, before the Sea Dragon Palace left Severodvinsk.

Shashkas, the master swordsmith from Kizlyar, has returned to his homeland.

Located in an old building on the outskirts of Kizlyar.

This is an old castle-like stone building.

These stones were reclaimed by his ancestors from the Caucasus Mountains.

They used such stones to build houses, piled up blast furnaces, paved ditches, and attracted snow water from the mountains. In the previous hundreds of years, this house was full of fire and sparks.

The name Sashkas was engraved by their ancestors on the names of countless famous generals, princes and nobles.

It wasn't until these decades that they replaced ancient techniques with modern equipment.

Sashkas returned to the ancestral house with a solemn expression, greeted a family elder who was guarding the ancestral house, and then opened a hidden cellar.

The cellar is very dark, illuminated by ingeniously designed oil circuits and fuel oil. Hundreds of years have passed, and this delicate mechanism is still working.

After igniting the oil lamps around, stone statues gradually appeared beside Shashkas under the light.

In front of those stone statues, there were all kinds of finished and semi-finished weapons.

If there are sword lovers who come here and see these swords, I am afraid they will be crazy about them.

There are many swords among them, which are probably priceless antiques, but for some reason, the ancestors of Shashkas chose to take them into the grave.

And today's Shashkas are back for a unique reason.

Because the sword that Gu Xiaobai displayed was unbelievably sharp, yet gorgeous enough to shock him.

"Where, where is it..."

Sashkas turned around, and the statues looked for the past.

Finally, a statue was found.

This is an old man with a cane in his hand, ragged clothes, weather-beaten, and nothing long on his body, but there is a gorgeous dagger hanging on his waist.

Although it's just a stone statue, you can still see the complicated patterns on it.

and the double-headed eagle in the center.

"It's this era, the same style..."

Sashkas bowed his head, and there was a stone box in front of the stone statue.

After finding some cleaning tools, Sashkas carefully cleaned the wax seal on the outside of the box and the wax protective layer inside the box, and took out a very well-protected dagger from inside.

The 300-year history has not left much weather and frost on this dagger.

Sashkas carefully watched the pattern on the short sword and the double-headed eagle.

Same craftsmanship, same look, same details.

"Is Gu Xiaobai's sword the real Peter the Great's sword?"

Sashkas was puzzled, he turned the blade of the sword, suddenly, a beam of light passed through the ruby ​​and projected into his eyes.

"What?" Sashkas was taken aback, he turned the blade carefully and adjusted its angle.

Finally, a line of words passed through the inlaid rubies and refracted into his eyes.

"Hey, Xiaobai, I conquered Riga, have you seen it?"

(End of this chapter)