It turns out.
The Boxers were able to achieve such a great reputation at that time.
It is not unreasonable for the Qing court and foreigners to join forces to eliminate them.
The warriors of this era are completely different creatures from those warriors of later generations who have not gone through many trials of blood and fire.
Maybe the physical fitness is not much different, maybe the skills are also passed down.
When it comes to fighting, it will be different...
The first was the swordsman who rushed in front of Mr. Yang's carriage. He rolled on the spot just before the gunshot, and the sword flashed past, cutting off the two horse's front legs.
Taking advantage of the situation, he stepped forward, soared into the sky, and slashed vertically at Yang Shoucheng.
Bullets whizzed past his side and feet, and at the cost of a small blood flower on his shoulder, he would kill with a knife.
"Bah..."
Amidst the noise like exploding beans, a particularly deafening gunshot rang out.
The swordsman's vicious face with bared teeth and cracked mouth suddenly exploded, and a bloody hole the size of a baby's fist appeared in the middle of his eyebrows, and he fell to the ground with a crash.
Immediately afterwards, the carriage overturned and Yang Shoucheng fell out of the carriage, with cold sweat covering his forehead.
Cursing: "This is really unreasonable."
This is a disaster that comes from heaven.
Frightened by this, he quickly dragged Liang Yingzhen back.
Yang Lin withdrew his gun and aimed it at the front of the convoy, feeling confident that Wang Xiaoqiao had taken action.
Because Wang Xiaoqiao was a wounded soldier and had an old friendship with Mr. Yang, he was placed in the second carriage. Of course, Uncle Da was also there.
Uncle Da's arm was injured. At this time, apart from being able to run faster, it was basically of no use.
But Wang Xiaoqiao is still very powerful even if his internal injuries are not intact.
Wherever he sat, there was a fort.
Full of power.
How could a mere northwest swordsman break through his blockage?
His gun must have been specially modified, making it extra powerful and louder.
Yang Lin knew it as soon as he heard it.
He retracted his gaze and smiled as he faced the light of the sword slashing down his face.
I have to say that when facing certain people, guns are better to use.
No need to use any force.
As long as you shoot quickly, hit accurately, and are brave enough and calm, you will be an excellent shooter.
'The road to martial arts training is indeed long and arduous. If you want not to be abandoned by the times, you can only be faster and stronger...'
Some of these things flashed through my mind.
Snapped……
He blew the head of the swordsman who was close at hand with one shot.
He reached out with his left hand and took the long knife that had been cut to the top of his head. He looked at the swordsman who fell to the ground and died with an expression of unwillingness and confusion, and sneered.
Even if you haven't reached the level of divine power and your muscles and bones are fully developed, you dare to imitate others and charge with a pistol. This person is too arrogant.
'Even when I was in the Ming Jin stage, I only dared to dodge and fight...'
…
Wang Xiaoqiao didn't know what he was thinking.
After firing one shot to kill Yang Shoucheng's attacker, he stopped shooting.
Yang Lin didn't stop here.
Now that we have started, there is no reason to stop.
No matter how much he said he didn't want to take action and turned the conflict into friendship, the other party would definitely not listen.
In fact, the other three remaining swordsmen were no longer chasing Russell and Princess Marilyn at this time, but turned around and pounced on themselves like eagles.
As if he was their father-killing enemy, with a vicious look.
"Ridiculous."
Although Yang Lin's marksmanship was not very good, there were more than ten guns behind him, all firing.
I can aim and shoot calmly, just like shooting birds.
The three swordsmen were still in the middle of the charge, but two of them had already been beaten to bloody gourds. They fell to the ground without saying a word and threw themselves into the street.
And the man at the head is very extraordinary.
He accelerated suddenly, dodged left and right, and at the cost of being shot in the shoulder and abdomen, he still gritted his teeth and slashed towards Yang Lin like a strong wind in the sky.
I don’t know why?
He just identified Yang Lin.
Firstly, he was standing at the front, and secondly, Yang Lin had the most fun shooting...
Standing and shooting without knowing how to dodge is the best wooden stake to kill with one strike.
Watching this man dash forward, although his bullets hit his shoulder and abdomen, they perfectly avoided the other bullets.
Boom...
Bullets empty.
Yang Lin shook his head and laughed, thinking that he was really not a qualified shooter, and his shooting skills were terrible.
Facing a swordsman who has barely reached the stage of Ming Jin, he still can't kill him with a gun.
He felt that life was a failure.
Then he threw away the empty pistol in his hand, lurched forward, and dragged the long knife behind him, streaking a bright light like a plum blossom in the snow.
Putting the knife away in his hand, Yang Lin held a knife in his hand and inserted it into the ground with his backhand.
He stretched out his fingers to flick away the blood drops on the blade. Without looking at the man who was slowly falling to the ground, he took a step to the side to avoid the flying blood from the shallow shot. He sighed, "The knife is still easier to use."
…
The blonde girl is not running away now.
Looking at Yang Lin, his eyes were a little straight.
One hand tightly covered his open mouth, his face full of excitement.
She didn't even see clearly how the two sides were fighting just now.
Just hearing the gunshot and seeing the dazzling light of the sword, the head of that very powerful swordsman was already flying.
Not to mention his marksmanship, it's pretty bad.
This sword technique.
But extremely beautiful.
Although she was only thirteen years old, her muscles and bones were far from mature, and she had never practiced any sword skills.
However, he has been practicing sword and foil since he was a child, and a palace sword dance has been appreciated by many people.
Naturally, he is a knowledgeable person.
Yang Lin was puzzled by the sight, thinking that this foreign girl was different from the little girl he raised.
Also a little more courageous.
Even if he saved a few of them, he wouldn't have to look at them so blankly.
Although I know that I have always been handsome and my charm is nowhere to be found, I still feel uncomfortable being looked at by a little girl like this.
…
Seeing the vicious swordsman chasing people like him until they were pissed off, they were so dead.
The blond young man Russell was slightly surprised. He put on a very friendly smile and showed eight teeth. He stepped forward and was about to speak.
"Do not talk."
Yang Lin waved his hand.
"I told you a long time ago that we are just passers-by. We don't want to hear your grievances. Are you going to kill them just because they want to kill us?"
"Crooked? But..."
The young man was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth to speak again.
Yang Lin reached out and spoke first, "Okay, I don't have time to escort you, and I'm not interested in knowing who you are? Anders is here..."
He never considered himself a generous person.
On the contrary, I care a lot about some things.
The escape route of the blond young man before, intentionally or unintentionally, was close to his group.
If it weren't for the extraordinary strength of his own fleet, no matter what, a number of people would have to be killed or injured in order to stop the swordsmen's attack.
The most likely possibility is that these dozens of people were killed by the swordsmen, buying them time to escape.
Do you think this blond young man can't think of this?
It's that he just doesn't care.
If you follow Yang Lin's temperament.
Facing such a guy with evil intentions and making himself take the blame, he would naturally chop them all with one blow.
pity.
Although he did not think that foreigners were superior to Chinese people, he had to admit the limitations of this era.
We can't help but think more about the Yang family.
This British pretty boy cannot be killed temporarily.
At least you can't kill him in broad daylight in front of everyone.
