A reader from the beginning, because of the book shortage, actually wrote a total of two million words!
Thanks to Brother Shuo, Fengwu Shicheng, who have supported me since I wrote the first word, and so many brothers who support me every day. By the way, haha, I admire myself for persisting.
I just started practicing writing Huaguan, and then I officially continued my escape. It has been more than a year, and writing is really tiring.
Because it is a continuation, there is no copyright, so I decided to write a book of my own. Of course, learning Xianxian's style is a must.
I have chosen many subjects, but because I am not doing it for money, I do not write in the pleasant genre.
More importantly, as the world has declined, not many people still know about the once-famous "national martial arts".
Finalized: "New Fist of Fury"
Modern history is a forbidden area, too many events are not bright, it is very difficult, and updates will be very slow. After all, "Escape" must be guaranteed to have one chapter every day. Please support me brothers, add it to your favorites if it is convenient, and vote for recommendation. , thank you very much⋯
We have never asked for a recommendation vote for "The Deserter", and it still ranked 96th among all recommended books in the military category at the starting point. This is the result of the joint efforts of the brothers...
Chapter 1 Jingwu Sect Winter Wild Boy
Bang, a dull gunshot broke the silence.
In the early morning, a mess of sounds immediately rang out in the reed marsh.
The wild ducks, the quickest responders, fluttered their wings and flew into the sky. The villagers who came out early in the morning to cut reeds for firewood quickly heard footsteps moving away.
Immediately afterwards, the people on the small boats in the river who were casting nets for fishing quickly lowered their heads, swung their oars and ran away. The fish nets dragged behind the boats made ripples in the water and swung away in circles: "Oh, Master Wang Jin is here to practice his spear again. Why are you still standing there? Run away!"
"Damn it, are you here again this early in the morning? I can't do this job again today." Wu Nong complained softly.
"It's bad luck, wait until they leave before coming back..."
Several small fishing boats panicked and disappeared deep into the reeds like arrows.
People who make a living by fishing can obtain fishing rights in the river sections designated by the river management authority after paying taxes.
The administration collects taxes on a monthly basis, and there are many oceans. Fortunately, there are many and fat fish in the reeds on the edge of the lake, so the fishermen have a safe life all year round.
Strips of thin green mist drifted on the river, passed through countless arch bridges, flowed slowly with the morning breeze, and filled the reeds like ink paintings.
The chopped reeds covered both sides of the river, and were used as firewood after drying. The chopped reeds left neat open spaces by the river.
Two men in gray, one big and one small, stood on the reeds in the open space.
Faintly in the foggy morning light amid the cold wind, the young man on the ground was fiddling with a strange-looking rifle, carefully aiming at a standard chest target a hundred meters away.
The two of them muttered unbridledly in the morning breeze.
The one standing with contempt said: "Hey... I mean Wang Jin... can you be more careful? This shot missed the target again!"
"The gun you got back is obviously too broken, why are you just yelling?" Wang Jin, a young man lying on the ground, yelled dissatisfied.
"Do you think the gun is broken? Then don't pester me all day long to borrow it!"
"I'm going to steal my dad's gun tomorrow!"
"What a great idea... If you're not afraid of getting beaten, go ahead and try it!"
"Uh... let's forget it. The power of that pistol is too small, it's boring." The young man pulled the bolt of the gun, pressed a row of bullets into the magazine, and complained.
"That's good, otherwise I'll be caught by the Second Master, and I'll have to be punished with you, and maybe my wages will be deducted..."
"You don't get enough money from me, huh?"
The tall young man quickly changed the subject: "Hey, let me ask you something, the barrel of this gun is so long, why is the shooting accuracy so poor! This piece of shit, I think, can't even compare to a Mauser pistol!"
"It hasn't been calibrated. No matter how good a new gun is, it still needs to be broken in by a skilled veteran..." Wang Jin loaded the gun with a round.
"Do you think guns and bullets are easy to handle these days? I borrowed this gun from the Liu family across the lake. I just cleaned the gun oil and haven't used it yet. Who knows if there is a school?"
"In my opinion, they lent us a brand new gun that has never been calibrated... It's not a good idea, forget it... I'll get it for him later!"
"The Liu family is going to collect their guns tonight, and there are more than a dozen of them. You have to move faster. How many shots can you take today?"
"You treat me as a coolie?"
"No way! The school will give us two oceans!"
"Two yuan? Who told you to raise the price? Don't you charge one yuan for both? That's fine... I'll pay you three!" Wang Jin was overjoyed.
"Okay! The revolutionary army has already reached Zhejiang. Who among the rich doesn't want to save his life and family property?"
"I heard from my uncle that the trading company in Shanghai has received a batch of new guns. When are we going to get one?"
"That's what the Southern Revolutionary Army ordered. Don't get involved. I've warned me several times!"
"Don't come to me next time if something happens to you!" The young man curled his lips.
"Okay, let's just break up and we'll both become poor people, and we'll have to buy shitty bullets..." the tall young man threatened.
"If you go to the city to find out about Xiao Hong, let your tigress know about it..."
"Forget it... I didn't say that, you bastard, if you hadn't given me the money, where would I have gone?"
"Hey, what kind of gun is this?" The young man didn't answer. He got up from the ground and patted the dead leaves on his body.
"Rifles, machine guns, and pistols are all available..."
"Interesting, I'll go to my uncle's house later..."
The young man laughed evilly: "Hey, I'm going to drive a car to deliver goods to the city later, but some people still have to go to school. What a pity, what a pity!"
Wu County, formerly known as Gusu, is also known as Suzhou.
In a broken house outside the city, young Wang Jin approached the middle-aged man at the table: "Uncle Liu, the police and gang forces in the city are searching everywhere. This place is not very safe. It is not convenient for Master to come here now. Let me send him there." You go to the station!"
Seeing Master Liu gently nodding and saying nothing, the young man reached out and took off the bag from his back: "There is a thousand oceans here. My mother gave it to me secretly. You can take it with you."
Master Liu breathed a sigh of relief and raised his eyes to look at the young man. He was silent for a while, his voice was hoarse and low: "I knew this day would come, but I didn't expect it would turn out like this. There is a traitor in our Jingwu Sect, and the Black Dragon will have Japan." With the support of the military, their power has greatly increased. Xiao Jin'er, after I leave, you must practice the kung fu I teach you! You must not fall behind in kung fu!"
"Don't worry, killing a few people from the Japanese Concession will only increase your troubles. One day, I will kill the island country!" the young man said calmly.
"You have to remember, don't show that set of boxing skills to others easily!" Uncle Master warned again.
The young man lowered his voice and said softly: "Master, don't worry! I know what to do. Master asked me to tell you that when you return to the north, I suggest you recruit more apprentices. People who practice martial arts should protect their families." It is your duty to defend the country."
"Hmph, your master joined the revolutionary army, was wanted across the country, and even brought trouble to the division. I haven't even settled the score with him yet, but he has the nerve to scold me!"
"Oh, it doesn't matter whether you listen to what Master said or not. I just want to have a conversation with you."
"Ahem, ahem, you little one are talking to me? Don't agree with each other, what nonsense are you talking about!"
"What should I do over there, Uncle Chen?"
"If I don't go to them to clean up the house, it will be a shame for your bullshit master. You kid, don't get involved in this matter."
"Uncle, I don't think there is any deep hatred between you and Master. Moreover, times are changing and everyone has different ideas. Besides, everyone is working for this suffering nation now, so why should you be grudged about the past? Where is Yu Huai?"
"You know nothing. Well, what can I say to you little guy?" Uncle Liu felt that the little boy in front of him gave him a very different feeling, and he even felt a little sad.
"Master, you are dissatisfied with your master joining the revolutionary army and think it was your master who caused Jingwu Gymnastics to be divided. But you also need to know that after the fall of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, our country has been divided by warlords.
Premier Sun spent his whole life on this, and when he left, he asked Uncle Du Xinwu to say, "You must have your own strength!"
The master was killed by the Japanese in his early years. The younger master joined the Everbright Jingwu Association and even went to Hongwu in Nanyang. The master also took his disciples to join the revolutionary army in order to avenge the master..."
"Don't he know how to change his name and signboard, and use your master's sign to fool around all day long?"
"You know, we martial arts practitioners are not as narrow-minded as those literati. They only know how to improve personal abilities but do not know how to use force. Master and several other uncles join the army. First, they will carry forward our Jingwu Sect and let more people Isn’t it true that many people will join in to increase our strength and at the same time allow more people to practice martial arts and live a stable life without oppression?”
"You know nothing, but you are not oppressed? Your father went to join the Communist Party and hangs out with those bastards all day long. Do you think there is a future?" Master Liu said sarcastically.
"Hehe, I think everyone is right. Everyone is doing it for the chaotic country. Don't you also want more people to practice martial arts and strengthen their bodies? It's just that the path is different."
"Okay, what you are learning is too complicated. I don't know if it is a good thing or not. Your master is knowledgeable and my uncle has nothing to teach you. I will give you this kicking technique. Go back and ask your shabby master to give you the details. ." After saying that, he handed a booklet on the table to the young man.
The young man took the booklet and flipped through it a few times: "Southern School Shadowless Knuckle? What is this? Master, didn't you say that I am a miscellaneous student? What is there to learn from this?"
"Your junior uncle asked someone to bring it to you. Don't be too lazy!" Senior Uncle Liu coughed twice.
"Didn't you say that no matter how good your martial arts is, it's not as good as a kitchen knife?" Wang Jin was overjoyed, but he said another story.
"Go away, if my junior sister hadn't passed away early, I would have really taken good care of you little naughty boy!"
"Hey, uncle, is my mother really powerful?" the young man asked with his eyes widened.
"Ask Wang Zheng yourself about your mother. Also, your junior uncle taught Chinese martial arts to the warlord Chen Jiongming in Guangdong a few years ago, but was later betrayed. He lost heart and took the initiative to go to Nanyang. He returned two months ago. Shanghai, now Tianjin, I will probably arrive in Shanghai in the next few days, go back and tell your master who is causing trouble everywhere, and take the time to see him."
"Can I meet my junior uncle? That's great. His kung fu is really good?" Wang Jin's eyes lit up.
"Hmph, at least he's much better than your kid."
"Then my mother...is she also very powerful?" Wang Jin inquired about my mother again.
"Anyway, I'm no match for you."
"Then why did Wang Zheng end up with my mother?"
Uncle Liu saw that this boy openly called his father Wang Zheng by his first name, and he also had a bad attitude. "Hey, you're a little guy, I really don't know what kind of shit your master has taught you..."
