"The general is dead."
"General Fujita is dead."
The news spread like a gust of wind through the streets and alleys.
The soldiers who were being chased and killed by Yang Lin and who were still holding back their anger to pursue and suppress suddenly felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over their heads.
The enemy seemed immortal, coming and going as they pleased, plowing from street to end, over and over again.
From time to time, I saw the light of swords passing by, and large swaths of soldiers fell.
Screams rang out everywhere, and the gunshots became more and more intensive, but nothing was organized.
Everyone was like a frightened bird, bullets were flying everywhere, and occasionally they would kill or injure their own people, howling miserably everywhere.
Finally, at some point.
The Japanese soldier could no longer control the fear in his heart.
A few people threw away their guns and ran away, crying loudly: "Devil, that's a devil, you can't kill it."
Hula la...
Listen to the cries.
A large group of Japanese soldiers, whose hands and feet were cold, no longer dared to stay where they were and desperately retreated.
While retreating, he turned around and fired.
Naturally, the marksmanship no longer has any accuracy.
The soldiers who were running behind him yelled and cursed in anger, and fired back from time to time.
Suddenly, the scene was in chaos.
Everyone wishes they could grow more legs and run out of this neighborhood.
Run to the dock and board the warship.
At this time, for Yang Lin, these soldiers naturally no longer threatened him at all.
He followed slowly behind.
The blade dripped blood, harvesting human life with each blade.
Whether he was resisting or begging for mercy, he just kept killing with an expressionless face.
No mercy at all.
He thought that if he didn't have the incredible ability to sense danger, such as the mind's eye, the attack launched in the early morning would be enough to send his family to hell.
It's the same even if he reaches the pinnacle of master martial arts.
There is still a long way to go before flesh and blood can withstand modern firearms head-on.
At least, I can't do this.
Those who kill will always be killed.
Since you dare to attack in a surprise attack, don't blame yourself for counterattacking and killing people.
The confrontation between the two countries has always been so cruel, and there is nothing inhumane or inhumane.
"I still overestimated the quality of this army. The reason why they were able to achieve such a great result was not that they were too strong, but that we were too weak."
In fact, he only killed more than 500 people before the army completely collapsed.
Guns and ammunition were thrown everywhere, and everyone was running out of breath. In the end, they had no courage to resist.
There is actually no difference between them and the poor people who fell under their guns.
Yang Lin shook his head and sneered.
"It's not that they are not afraid, it's just that they are used to being cruel and used to seeing others trembling in front of them like sheep, so they become more and more confident and arrogant."
"If we really meet a stronger opponent, in fact, these people are not much different from sheep in their bones."
Fight all the way to the seaside.
Of the Japanese soldiers who were running away like crazy, only about 700 people were left.
Weeping fathers and mother-in-laws rushed to the army's body, and nearly half of them drowned.
They went to the ship and opened fire to intercept it, and when they started to leave frantically, there were still more than 300 soldiers floating in the sea, and soon there was no movement.
Yang Lin stood on the beach, coldly watching the Japanese warship leave, and did not pursue it again.
Instead, he turned back and cut off Fujita Tsuyoshi's head.
This guy was torn into two pieces from his crotch, but his head was still intact.
Yang Lin needs this, do something.
…
When several people from the Jingwu Sect waited until the gunshots stopped, they rushed to the scene with all their courage.
I saw a bloody road paved with corpses, starting hundreds of meters from the door of Yang's house and continuing into the distance.
Everyone gasped.
I was speechless for a long time.
"One man, one sword, wiped out an elite army of two thousand people. Is he still practicing martial arts?"
Nong Jinsun broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.
He never expected this ending.
Huo Yuanjia was stunned for a long time before he smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Nong, please don't overestimate martial arts. I can only say that the martial arts practiced by Master Yang can no longer be called martial arts. People are different. "
With blazing fire in Chen Zhen's eyes, he punched his palm hard and said excitedly: "Master Yang's Killing Boxing Way talks about the essence of fighting enemies with firearms...
Nerve reactions, movement speed, and attack power can explode several times after being amplified by murderous intent.
How strong your heart is, how strong your strength will be... Since he can do it, even if we can't do it, we can still survive in the hail of bullets if we learn 10% or 20% of the skills. "
This is quite true.
Chen Zhen's talent in martial arts is actually extremely high. Based on traditional Chinese martial arts, he learned from the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and figured out the most efficient training methods by himself.
Now that I have mastered the core training method of Killing Fist Do, I can immediately see how powerful it is.
Speaking of it at this time, it naturally becomes convincing.
"That's right. As long as you can save your life on the battlefield where bullets are flying everywhere, it's not easy to kill the enemy. It's just the difference between killing fast and killing slowly."
Li Tongyun's face was also full of excitement, and she didn't know where she got the murderous intention.
From this aspect, Mantis Boxing is actually quite suitable for her.
…
Grande was sitting in the hall, drinking red wine.
The red sunlight came in through the window and sprinkled on the table, glowing with a golden-red color.
It's another beautiful morning.
He was also in a good mood.
"If nothing else happens, the Japanese soldiers have already begun to retreat at this time, and the Yang family should be doomed, haha..."
These days, he has been very depressed.
After his nephew was killed, he was determined to take revenge.
However, I just couldn't do it yet.
Because, Princess Marilyn is standing in the middle.
No matter what reason he wants to mobilize the army, the little princess is an unavoidable problem.
Of course, he can also do it secretly and unnoticed, assassinate, or conduct a sneak attack.
But just think of the opponent's powerful force like a god or a ghost.
This thought immediately disappeared without a trace.
I haven’t lived impatiently yet.
Although he does not have a deep understanding of Chinese culture, he also knows the extremely correct principle of "if you hit a snake, you will suffer it instead."
Commander Allen stood in front of the window sill, seemingly looking at the rising sun.
She didn't echo his words, but said quietly: "I seem to remember that the little princess Marilyn also lived in the Yang family... The Japanese soldiers roared with artillery fire from the beginning, so you weren't worried about accidentally injuring her?"
To say accidental injury is just a nice way to put it.
Grande naturally understood what Allen said.
A sneer appeared on his face.
“I think that the royal family of the British Empire has become more and more gentle recently and is too tolerant of the people of this country in the Far East.
Even if the little princess dies here, what does it have to do with us? That was done by the Japanese...
Why did something happen? Of course it's because of the Qing people. If you want revenge, just take revenge on them. I'd be happy to see it. "
"You still can't forget the hatred of your nephew being killed. This is not good."
Allen shook his head and suddenly smiled.
"Anyone with a discerning eye can see what you did in it. But that's not important anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, a messenger ran in from outside the door. He had a very strange look on his face, his forehead was wet, and his golden hair was wet.
"What's going on? Have the Japanese retreated?" Grande put down his wine glass and said majestically: "If they are still staying in the British Concession, send an order to them to leave immediately. Otherwise, they will not be able to bear the consequences."
"Retreat, retreat." The adjutant stammered and replied quickly, "No, I didn't retreat, I died..."
"died?"
"Yes, corpses were strewn all over the road. Yang Lin held a knife in his hand and killed him until he collapsed. Then he followed and chased him.
Less than four hundred people could escape to the warship and save their lives. "
After the messenger finished speaking, he saw that Grand, the ambassador and military attache in front of him, had completely fallen into a sluggish state.
