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Based on the speed of each group and the quantity of items stored in different palaces provided by Chu Feng, Gu Xixi arranged the remaining five supply delivery machines to be deployed.

The rooster crowed, the sun rose, and the night passed in the midst of everyone's fierce battle.

The second round of ten-minute breaks began. Gu Xixi, exhausted and trembling, had no choice but to sit on the threshold of Xinghuachun Pavilion to rest.

Sweat dripped uncontrollably from the faces and eyelashes of the others. Yet they remained serious and disciplined, resting in the garden and quickly eating to replenish their energy.

Ren Liang and his men also received a modern meal. After eating, Ren Liang led all the people away from the Summer Palace. His brothers also retreated and went to guard the various palace gates.

Ten minutes later, Tong Yue gave the order, and all the special forces soldiers began to rush the cultural relics again. Gu Xixi adjusted her breathing and rested for another half hour before choosing to join them.

With the help of one more person, one more museum can be built. She's giving it her all!

Time dragged on, and soon it was noon. Gu Xixi and the others were so busy that the air felt thick with tension.

At the gates of several palaces, Ren Liang and a few brothers on duty sat in their "duty room" having lunch.

"This garden is half empty, isn't it? I have to say, it's really hard to let go of it. Although all these things belong to the royal family, but... sigh, the thought of us not moving them and letting those foreign devils benefit makes me feel even worse."

"By the way, brother, didn't you say they came from a hundred years in the future? What's our fate? How are we doing? Did you ask? How many years will I live? Will I be able to get rich?"

"I want to know too, hehehe, Ren Liang, say something?"

……

Several brothers chattered and asked questions, but Ren Liang couldn't say the words he was about to say. A sense of powerlessness and grief, knowing that his friend would die in a few hours, spread through his body.

"If those foreign devils really come knocking on our door in two hours, will you run for your lives?" Ren Liang asked, though he already knew the answer in his heart.

"That's impossible. We are the warriors of the Qing Dynasty, the last warriors of the Summer Palace. We are just eunuchs, not cowards."

"Yes, as long as we're here, the garden will remain. We may be eunuchs, but we still have a heart of loyalty to the emperor and love for our country. Who's afraid of death? We can't let those foreign devils look down on us."

……

Hearing their answer, Ren Liang smiled bitterly, "But the enemy's numbers were hundreds or even thousands of times greater than ours, so our fate was to fight bravely and die heroically. Of the thirty-four men, none survived."

Once the words were spoken, a long silence followed.

There were exactly thirty-four eunuchs left, but the chefs in the main kitchen were still there... It seemed to be fate.

One of them, biting into a blackened steamed bun, suddenly stood up, tears welling up in his eyes. "It was agreed that none of the thirty-four people would survive. So it's thirty-four people. I'll go and drive everyone in the main kitchen out of the garden right now."

"Commander Ren, tell us everything you know, and we'll make a plan. Even if we can't change the final outcome, we can at least buy our descendants more time to transport the treasure."

"Yes, you didn't say anything at first, were you planning to hide it from all of us and die alone?"

Ren Liang smiled wryly, yet with a sense of relief. He nodded, picked up a stone, and began to draw and write on the ground, based on his conversation with Gu Xixi, to make arrangements.

An hour and a half later, all thirty-four people gathered at the main gate of the Summer Palace to familiarize themselves with the plan.

Another half hour passed, and Ren Liang lay on the ground, listening to the sound of horses' hooves.

After a while, he stood up solemnly. "They're here. A lot of people, countless people. Everyone, listen to my command: close all the main palace gates and lie in ambush at the main gate of the Summer Palace."

"Send someone to tell the girl to speed up; they must evacuate in no more than fifteen minutes. Prepare broadswords, matchlock guns, and bows and arrows."

"it is good."

……

When Gu Xixi received the message, almost all the movable items inside the garden had been transported, and they were moving cultural relics to some remote corners of the palaces to do the finishing touches.

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng went to inform everyone to gather at the Jiuzhou Qingyan Hall in ten minutes. Gu Xixi was completely exhausted and could no longer move or run. She sat on the stone steps in front of the hall, looking at the Zhengda Guangming Hall in front of her.

Outside the Hall of Righteousness and Brightness is the main gate of the Summer Palace, where Ren Liang and his men are stationed.

The sound of horses' hooves came quickly, and the scene of the large group of people moving out was very impressive. Professor Wang took pictures and recorded the scene from the rooftop, not wanting to miss a single second of the shot.

Ten minutes later, troops gathered outside the palace gates, their imposing presence overwhelming.

All the special forces soldiers had assembled, and Professor Wang was also climbing down from the rooftop. Everyone stood in the same neat line they had come from, and Tong Yue did the final headcount.

The palace gates were opened, and Gu Xixi could only vaguely hear the sounds of cold weapons clashing in front of her.

Based on historical records, Gu Xixi knew that the F army captain had underestimated them and was attacked and wounded. What followed was a fierce battle, culminating in a gunshot that left Ren Liang and his men surrounded by the army.

Sure enough, a dashing and resolute shout came from afar.

"The land of flowers will never forget us. Just you wait, a hundred years from now, we will still be the most powerful nation!"

The loud shout startled everyone.

Everyone present felt an urge to rush forward, to charge with cannons, and to save these living warriors.

But everyone knows that history cannot be changed, and they cannot even appear before others; they are merely passersby in time and space...

At this moment, Gu Xixi's mind was filled only with the historical record of the "Great Catastrophe of the Summer Palace, Part 1": "Three corpses were thrown onto the marble floor, one of whom was the Manchu leader of the Summer Palace."

The end of their lives, the summary of all their courage, is described in a simple and understated way, because much more information is unavailable, and many people have not even left their names.

If it weren't for the monument to the martyrs, Ren Liang wouldn't even have a name. The nameless hero left behind his loyal bones, and no one in the world knows him.

Brother Tongzi, go home.

Hearing the sounds of fierce fighting outside, Gu Xixi shed a tear. She raised her hand in salute towards Ren Liang and the others, and everyone behind her saluted in return.

[Detection revealed that the host's transaction amount during this transmigration reached trillions, exceeding the mission target. The host is awarded one chance to participate in a random lottery.]

[Initiating the time travel back with the supermarket in hand, countdown to return to the modern era: 10, 9, 8... 1, 0]

As the countdown ended, a eunuch who had run back to check if Gu Xixi and the others had evacuated successfully met the group's eyes. He was covered in blood, staggered to the ground, and his eyes were filled with despair.

But as he watched Gu Xixi and the others disappear from his sight in an instant, a victorious smile appeared on his lips, and he finally closed his eyes with relief.

Everyone could see clearly that Gu Xixi could no longer hold back her tears, which blurred her vision.

This one glance spans a century.