On September 25th, probably just after midnight, Guan Luoyang and his coach quietly got up.
They first found some unburned firewood in the stove, rubbed in black powder, and smeared their faces so black that they couldn't see their true colors. Then they left the shabby hotel and started on their way.
At this hour, the night is still dark, the lone moon is in the sky, the sky is vast, there are only a handful of stars, and the dew is wet and the wind is cold.
In the distant forest, there seemed to be a faint howl of animals, and there were three or two barks of country dogs, which were not very clear.
The instructor had originally asked about the surrounding routes, so he naturally walked a little faster to identify and guide them.
Only an old man like him can determine the length, direction, and characteristics of several routes from a few words of inquiry with the locals, so as not to go the wrong way.
It is more than 30 miles to go directly to Guangzhou City from here. If you go around to the east, it will be even further. However, the distance traveled by both of them is extraordinary. Even if they have to conserve their strength and walk leisurely, they will still be able to reach Guangzhou City. We only walked for about an hour.
The illuminated checkpoint ahead was already in sight. Guan Luoyang and the instructor looked at each other, then consciously hid themselves in the shadows of the sparse trees and approached there.
The area around Guangzhou is mountainous and watery, with many dangerous waterways and jungles that cannot be crossed by ordinary people with knives and tools. Under the vines and grass, there may be swamps that can swallow the body, and there may be attacks by wild beasts. The terrain is high and steep. If you step on the wrong foot, you may be doomed.
But for the great boxer, none of these risks are a problem. If there is no interference, people like the instructor and the green-faced ghost can avoid taking the normal path and travel through those dangerous places.
Therefore, the troops mobilized by General Guangzhou, under the advice and command of Luo Han and others, not only blocked the roads everywhere, but also guarded all the dangerous mountain and water passes.
Although in those dangerous areas, only three or five spearmen are often needed to control the overall situation from a high position, after all, the area to be defended is too wide, and the manpower is too thin.
Guan Luoyang looked from a distance and saw that the level they were facing contained less than fifty people.
A roadblock with crossed brackets at both ends, about four feet high and about six meters long overall, was built with a log directly on top, blocking the entire road.
This group of people should be working in shifts. There were more than 20 people surrounding the roadblock, patrolling continuously.
Another twenty or so people gathered on the wasteland behind the roadblock to warm themselves by the fire and rest, all wrapped in thin blankets.
Everyone was still wearing old-fashioned military uniforms, with the two characters "Bing" and "Yong" printed on them. They had all been washed and faded. They had old hats on their heads, but they all had guns in their hands.
Several soldiers facing the east were wandering, and suddenly they caught a glimpse of something that seemed to be moving in the forest in the distance, and they immediately became alert.
"who?!"
This sound startled everyone's attention, and the soldier who was the first to speak had already picked up his gun and pulled the bolt.
As early as the first day they came here to set up defenses, they had already cut down all the trees within fifty steps, leaving no shelter.
Therefore, there is at least fifty steps between Guan Luoyang and these soldiers.
Just when he saw those soldiers moving, Guan Luoyang leaned down, kicked his feet, and his figure suddenly disappeared on the spot.
There was only a sloping depression on the ground where the forefoot sunk more than seven inches into the ground, the back heel also sunk about three inches, and there was a dull sound of the sole of the foot hitting the ground.
Guan Luoyang used to carry out assassinations in the Three Cities and Seven Townships. He walked back and forth between the high-walled courtyards as if walking on flat ground. When he retreated after a successful assassination, he often climbed over the eaves and walked over the walls, specifically picking out the ridges of large and small roofs. gallop.
His leg speed has also been trained emphatically. Although it is slower than Wang Xiongjie's, he is better at adapting to the terrain.
Once the movement technique is fully deployed, it falls in the eyes of those Qing soldiers, like a shadow in the forest, flickering twice, and it is in front of them.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! !
Several gunshots rang out at random, but they were still aimed at the wrong position dozens of meters away.
Accompanied by two screams of terror, the formation of the Qing troops in front of the roadblock was in chaos.
Guan Luoyang grabbed the ankles of two Qing soldiers, lifted them up half a circle, knocked down the Qing soldiers beside him, and threw them behind the roadblock, knocking down another one.
The Qing soldiers standing farther away took aim. Guan Luoyang leaned forward and pushed forward with his arms like horns. The entire six-meter-long roadblock was pushed away by him.
The logs used as roadblocks were entangled with twists and turns of thorns made of iron wire. When Guan Luoyang pushed with his hands, he could feel at least dozens of sharp thorns. However, he had mastered skin training, and those sharp thorns were instead struck by his palms. To flatten.
The roadblock was more than six meters long and could have blocked the entire road. With such a sideways collision, the Qing soldiers in the rear were basically not spared. They were all knocked down by the roadblock, vomiting blood and screaming.
At this time, the Qing soldiers who were warming themselves by the fire reacted. Before they could stand up and grab their guns, Guan Luoyang had already jumped into the crowd and smashed the entire bonfire with a sweeping kick.
Burning wood flew around, but the overall environment suddenly lit up and then darkened again.
Just when these people's eyes couldn't adapt, Guan Luoyang was running rampant, his spine and shoulders were rising and falling, and he was grabbing and hitting with both hands.
Guns come to catch guns, people come to catch people, they can be caught and beaten, and beaten and thrown away.
In an instant, four or five Qing soldiers were knocked to the ground by their own rifle butts, and the hats on their heads were smashed.
The broken or deformed rifle was thrown out with the support of Guan Luoyang's arm. If it hit any part of the rifle, there would be fractures, vomiting of blood, and bloody flesh on the spot.
If someone came too close, he would even throw the person out as a stone.
Those hands were not big, but they carried an irresistible power.
More than a hundred kilograms of human body was in his hands. It is almost the same as a fist-sized piece of stone and soil.
Just when Guan Luoyang grabbed another Qing soldier's leader with his right hand, he suddenly felt something wrong.
Hiss! ! !
The Qing soldier's movement of leaning down was actually faster than Guan Luoyang's movement to catch him. Because he lay down too fast, the entire piece of clothing on his back was torn off.
This person used a move called White Horse Spreading Hooves, and lifted his right leg back.
Guan Luoyang quickly turned sideways, but felt a cold light flicker, scratching the clothes around his waist.
There was a rope hooked to the man's foot, and a triangular spear head was tied to the end of the rope. It fell into the air and shot out several feet. The rope stretched straight and retracted sharply.
This is a rope dart among the unpopular weapons. The length of the rope is usually twice the height of a person. It is difficult to learn and master. Very few people choose this weapon as their special skill.
But if you can practice really well, the long rope can be hooked through each joint, and the force can be used to swing, cut, and hit. The three-sided dart can appear and disappear in all directions of the body. It is much harder to guard against than ordinary spears, and it is more difficult to defend than ordinary whips. More lethal.
Of course, the person who can use this kind of weapon well will not be an ordinary soldier wearing faded clothes, but Bai Liaolong, the owner of Guangzhou City Travel Dragon Martial Arts School, who has been friends with Li Piaoling for more than 20 years.
When the rope dart missed, Guan Luoyang's skin on his right back felt cold, and he swung around without thinking and dodged the shot.
Before he could see who was attacking from behind, he had already kicked away the opponent's pistol with the fastest kick.
The man had both a gun and a knife in his hand, but the gun missed and the knife was swept out.
This knife is a typical Qing soldier's waist knife. Compared with Guan Luoyang's carefully crafted hundred-smelted steel knife, it is much brittle and softer. If an ordinary person cuts with this knife, Guan Luoyang will bear it hard, and the skin will be damaged. Not even a single mark will be left.
But when this knife struck, Guan Luoyang clearly felt that if it was touched, it would definitely break through the skin, penetrate into the flesh, and even injure the bones. Even if he dodged forward in time, a piece of the heel was still cut off, and the heel was exposed. coming.
The sword was struck with the force of the splitting palm, and the person who made the sword hummed loudly, saying it was strong and powerful. It was the martial art of Ba Duan Jin that built up the divine power.
——Zhu Changshou's second apprentice, Ding Youde, has become a sixth-rank errand boy in Guangdong Admiral Yamen.
His knife spins like a wheel, and he hangs it on the left and right. Each step under his feet only takes half a step, so that he can easily push the knife with his feet, move quickly and use his strength to pursue and chop continuously.
The sword was chasing him so fast that Guan Luoyang was about to turn around and fight back when a Qing soldier in front swelled his shoulders and bumped into him. Before he could reach him, a strong wind had already hit his face.
Three masters disguised themselves as ordinary soldiers, hid among these people, and launched an attack. Guan Luoyang suddenly fell into a dilemma where he was surrounded by enemies on three sides.
The sword was fierce, the rope dart was sinister, and the force of the collision seemed to have hidden changes in the ferocity.
None of these three people's kung fu has reached the level of great success, but when they join forces, Guan Luoyang feels very dangerous.
Two fists are no match for four, a saying that even great boxers cannot escape.
In the Forbidden City, there was a famous Baguazhang boxer. When the Eight-Nation Allied Forces entered the city, he went out to beat more than a dozen foreign soldiers to death. However, he was attacked by a few foreign warriors who risked their lives. He was unable to escape for a while. The Maxim machine gun mounted on the car directly beat him and the big boxer into a sieve.
Poor old heroes of a generation lost their lives due to a moment of negligence.
At the critical moment!
Guan Luoyang actually opened his arms wide, opened and closed his hands, and took the Qing soldier who was rushing towards him into his arms.
The force of this collision was so powerful that even a seven-inch-thick solid brick wall would be shaken by the impact and break into a gap.
Not to mention that this Qing soldier was actually Hu Dali, a black eagle from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He was a proficient in the eagle claw skill. After a collision, he grabbed his lower body with his left hand and threw his right hand behind his head to dig at the enemy's front door. Both hands moved at the same time. It was a move. The iron-backed condor tilts its body, spreads its wings, and turns its claws." Every aspect of it is ingenious in killing people.
Guan Luoyang hugged him like this. Although he took advantage of his great skills in skin training and leaned back to remove most of the impact force, he still couldn't help but miss some accuracy. He could only barely encircle the opponent's torso and left arm, but failed to imprison him. Use your arms.
Hu Dali was overjoyed and used his killing move. He suddenly felt that the opponent's knees were bending down and his body was sliding down a few inches, as if he was about to kneel down.
As soon as this change came out, Hu Dali's move with his right hand over the head and backwards naturally failed, and his left hand failed to catch the lower body, but hit the opponent's belly.
The clothes on Guan Luoyang's belly were torn apart by the force of his claws, like shreds of lint, but his skin was tougher than cowhide, and when he inhaled, his belly shrank back by more than three inches, so the claw was not injured.
The light of the sword caught up and the rope dart broke through the air. Guan Luoyang maintained this half-kneeling action, and his knee hit Hu Dali's bent calf, shaking its foundation and destroying its balance. His upper body suddenly leaned back, and his waist bent back like a bow. Then he picked up Hu Dali in the air and threw him backwards.
Five capture hands, one Arhat, and a boy bowing down to the statue of the King of Heaven!
This move was originally taken from Lu Zhishen's Drunken Fist.
The Arhat worships the Heavenly King because he wants to bow down to the Heavenly King.
Hu Dali was thrown towards Ding Youde's sword.
Ding Youde didn't dare to hurt the Lord of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so he quickly drew back his strength and dodged sideways with his knife.
Hu Dali flew out, but Ding Youde felt numb under his feet.
It turned out that at the same time that Hu Dali flew out just now, Guan Luoyang had already used his bent knees to exert force, and shot his body parallel to the ground like an arrow, close to the ground.
When Hu Dali flew over, Guan Luoyang had already grabbed Ding Youde's ankle. He grabbed the ankle with his right hand, poked the Huantiao point on the side of the knee with his left thumb, buckled the meniscus, and twisted and pulled it with his hands.
Ding Youde was about to slash at the person on the ground with his knife when his left leg unexpectedly dropped and he lost his balance. His whole body was in mid-air. With the movement of his left leg, he was twisted over and his face fell to the ground. The knife also fell. As his body spun around in mid-air, he crashed into the deserted soil.
Mud hit his face, Ding Youde was stunned. The knee joint of his left leg was twisted, and the pain of his calf almost touching his thigh from the side was passed to his brain.
"ah!!!"
When Ding Youde screamed, Guan Luoyang bowed violently and rolled away for more than ten meters.
Bullets and rope darts followed where he rolled and hit him.
Guan Luoyang grabbed a broken gun during the roll, turned around and killed the Qing soldier who was shooting.
Hu Dali was hit by a stick as soon as he landed.
The instructor's short stick hit the back of his neck and broke his cervical spine.
The eyes of the dead Hu Dali reflected a little rising red light.
With a whoosh, a hundred meters away, red fireworks shot up into the sky and exploded.
That was supposed to be a signal sent immediately as soon as the level here was attacked.
It's just that Guan Luoyang acted too quickly. By the time the person responsible for sending the signal heard the gunfire and then ignited the signal to launch, almost all the soldiers at this level had been killed or injured.
The signal had just started a hundred meters away, and another red firework shot up about two miles away.
The relay-style signal was ignited, as if leaving luminous marks in the night sky, reaching directly into Guangzhou city.
Arhat and the others agreed on four-color fireworks signals, representing the four directions respectively. As long as the masters at various levels see which color signal is transmitted nearby, they will know which direction there is a problem.
Guan Luoyang rushed to Bai Liaolong's side, and the opponent's rope dart shot out from his waist, but a handful of dirt hit him in the face.
This is the large handful of mud Guan Luoyang took out when he was rolling on the ground just now.
The soil was scattered and was struck out of Guan Luoyang's hand with considerable force. Although Bai Liaolong leaned back to dodge, he was unable to completely dodge. He was hit in the face and his vision was slightly blurred.
The instructor caught up with him from behind and beat this man to death with a stick.
Guan Luoyang grabbed a waist knife, wiped Ding Youde's throat, and then ran towards Guangzhou City with his coach.
I have passed through a level of difficulty and my whereabouts have been exposed. I just want a quick word at this time.
The two of them no longer thought about conserving energy. Once they started running, their speed was faster than that of a galloping horse. Even though they were separated by a city wall of six or seven miles, they were getting taller and closer at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But as the fireworks exploded, many masters and killers were coming from all directions in the darkness, near and far.
The night was like smoke and the moon was in the sky, as if a huge hunt was unfolding.
