1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 185 [London]

London.

Among the major cities in the UK, Glasgow is almost at the northernmost point, while London is almost at the southernmost point, with a distance of more than 500 kilometers between the two.

With the speed of trains in this era, even if the time for stops and transfers is not considered, it will take more than ten hours to go there.

In fact, this bumpy journey has become the longest train Ma Shuo has ever sat on. Regardless of his past or present life, he has never sat on a train for [-] or [-] hours in a row.

When we arrived in London, it was an early morning, and the fog that permeated the streets gave Mashao a little taste of the style of the "Fog City".

Also only slightly.

In later generations, the world was shocked by the unknown smog incident that killed thousands of Britons.

At the moment in 1848, the second industrial revolution had just sprouted, and the smog in London was not so exaggerated.

However, Horse Whistle wasn't sure how hot the smog had become, so he still put on a mask, and asked everyone else in the group to wear it, to provide some protection.

Thanks to the popularization of advanced hygiene knowledge among the Apache tribe, the subordinates of the horse sentry are all willing to wear masks.

Of course, even if they didn't understand, they wouldn't question the horse whistle's decision.

Thomson was a little puzzled, pointing to the face of the horse whistle and the mask handed over, he couldn't help asking: "Why are you wearing this thing?"

"For the health of our respiratory tract." Ma Shao explained, "The smog is essentially a kind of dust, of course it is better to inhale less."

Thomson obviously didn't care, and smiled: "Maybe, but it's too much of a fuss!"

"You know, the fog in London is a great sight. Some people who come to London for the first time, the first thing they do is to take a deep breath and taste the fog." He added.

Thomson was telling the truth.

As the absolute core of the British Empire on which the sun never sets, London, the largest city in the world, can be described as "sacred" in the minds of many people.

In such a holy city, it is delicious to fart, and a group of people came to suck it.

Some people in later generations said that the air in the United States is sweet, which is nothing at all.

At this time and for the next 100 years, even the smog in London is sweet.

Ignorant people choose to surrender to the romantic experience of the senses and worship the dopamine secreted in their brains. In their view, being able to inhale the smog in London is the greatest honor.

"I know a nice hotel. Come with me," said Thomson. "We shall stay there for a few days, and when Joule arrives, we shall set off for Cambridge together."

"Okay." Horse whistle nodded.

Then, under the leadership of Thomson, everyone stayed in a hotel that was not luxurious but comfortable.

Thomson then went out to visit friends.

Ma Shao and others stayed in the hotel to wait for him to come back, and also waited for Joule to arrive. Besides, they sometimes went out for a stroll.

Ma Shao originally thought that with his astonishing body shape, most troubles would be snuffed out in the bud.

The very few that have not been stifled should also be presented in a relatively subtle and restrained form. No one wants to have a physical conflict with a strong man weighing more than 200 kilograms.

However, it turned out that the horse whistle was wrong.

In other words, London, a super city with a population of more than 200 million, is really full of talents, full of surprises.

On the morning of the third day after arriving in London, he left the hotel with Dr. Mayo and his messy hair and went to a nearby bookstore.

Unexpectedly, when passing a somewhat remote street, a voice with a bad tone came from behind: "Hey, that yellow-skinned monkey!"

Ma Shao frowned, turned his head to take a look, and then saw several men walking towards this side.

Among the few people, except for a middle-aged man with a beard who looked quite decent in a suit and leather shoes, the rest were basically dressed like hooligans, disheveled and carefree.

It was the bald-headed man who was the leader, in his 20s, and although he was not tall, he was quite strong, especially because of his thick neck.

The bald man had a scar on his face, and a half-broken front tooth was exposed when he spoke. He had obviously experienced a lot of fights, and he looked a bit vicious.

"Yellow Monkey, where did you come from?" The bald man was not afraid of the extremely strong horse whistle, and used this malicious word again.

Ma Shuo looked at him condescendingly: "If I am a monkey, what are you, little guy?"

For men, the word little guy is obviously more intolerable.

The bald man immediately said angrily, walked up to him a few steps, pointed and said, "What did you say!"

His hooligan friends also laughed and booed: "Hahaha, his name is Abe."

"Abe, if I were you, I would never be able to bear it!"

"Give him some color and let him know how powerful you are!"

"Abe, hit him hard! Ward sure wants you to do that!"

"Abe?" Hearing this name, Ma Shao couldn't help laughing, and naturally had some associations.

With his smile, Abe became even more annoyed, and immediately put on a boxing posture on one side of his body.

Seeing this action, Ma Shao probably understood why Abe dared to speak ill of him. It seemed that he had practiced some boxing, and he might even be a master.

It might sound odd for a street gangster to be a boxer.

But at this point, it's a real possibility.

Boxing at this time was far from being a regulated sport. It was basically illegal, entangled with street fighting, and boxing matches were completely gambling and corruption. It can almost be said to be notorious.

For a boxing master, the big man is really not very scary.

However, the horse whistle is not an idiot. After long-term practice and exploration in the army, Apache military boxing is already a mature combat technique in actual combat.

At least much more mature than boxing of this period.

Abe posed in a boxing-like pose, but the details were quite different. His legs were straightened, his head was raised, and his chest was raised. It was far from the standard stance of later generations, and it even looked a little funny.

"Head Chief, he's a boxer, I think we'd better not mess with him." Mayo whispered.

"Actually, I'd like to know more about this sport in England." Ma Shao said, "It seems to be illegal?"

"Nominally yes." Mayo said, "but in fact it is very popular, and even some nobles will participate in gambling in underground boxing matches."

"Everyone knows it's a dirty activity, violence, bloodshed, death, gambling, match-fixing, flagrant fouling...but there are still many people who indulge in it."

Ma Shao nodded, and then waved at Abe: "I hope your pride is not arrogance."

"I'll make you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!" Abe snorted.

Before he finished speaking, he started with a left jab!

(End of this chapter)