Wang Hong ran on the mountain road, and from this not-so-very-like Japanese swordsmanship, he remembered the hatred of seizing his home.

When the Japanese built the Anfeng Railway, the government government, which was bribed by a large sum of money, sent a yamen runner to cooperate with the Japanese to buy land. If the Chinese resisted, they would hand it over to the Japanese to deal with the military law. If the inside and outside were in harmony, hundreds of ordinary people were driven out of their homes.

Faced with the fully armed Japanese military and police officers and those servants who acted as minions, the men had no hope of fighting, and the women and children howled in fear, but they could only leave their homes with some fine and softness and tears. The scene was terrible.

Wang Hong's mother was pregnant at the time. When she was crossing the bridge with her things in her arms, she was squeezed into the river by a team of Japanese soldiers who rushed over. The child was not saved and was injured. She sought medical treatment for seven or eight years, and then he was found.

So Wang Hong was not very physically good when he was young. He learned martial arts from his grandfather since he was a child, and started to strengthen his body. When his grandfather found out that Wang Hong had the talent for martial arts, he began to teach him the sword technique of fighting formations.

After experiencing this unknown competition, Wang Hong decided to see the so-called kendo and bayonet techniques of the Japanese with his own eyes, and slipped to the Japanese barracks of Liudaogou during self-study class in the afternoon.

Grandpa once said: The army's bayonet technique is short, flat, fast and fast. Although it is rough, it has no empty moves. You can't underestimate the full force of a slaughter.

But after all, the bayonet technique and sword skills used by grandpa were too old, and he had no other way except to resist.

After experiencing this unknown competition, Wang Hong decided to see the kendo and bayonet techniques that the Japanese practiced by themselves, and slipped to the Japanese barracks of Liudaogou during the afternoon self-study class.

I stayed outside for a long time, but I didn't see Kendo, but only saw a team of Japanese soldiers training with real guns and bayonets for a while.

Wang Hong felt that if he was desperately facing these people, he would not consider shooting:

One-on-one, the straight line of the bayonet was very brave, but for him, it was still not difficult to seize the opportunity and go in.

One-to-two, it takes a lot of time and keep moving to find opportunities.

One-on-three, the positioning is useless, and maybe you have to exchange your life with a knife.

Wang Hong shook his head and left here, thinking to himself, his body movements were not fast enough.

The next morning, just as the sky was about to see a figure, Wang Hong ran to Yuanbao Mountain again and found a flat ground in the forest as his martial arts field. After stretching his muscles and bones, he picked up a half-meter-long wooden stick and turned into a sword with a stick to start his homework for the new day.

The body moves with the feet, moves and turns, three gates change, nine virtual and one real.

After practicing, the dragon and tiger intersect, the sword flowers one after another, the stick head gradually faded away, and the trajectory was slightly solid, outlining the outline of the flower. Occasionally, a white snake spitted out a letter like a flower stamen, and after a flash, it returned to the flower, leaving only the low roar of the dragon and tiger roar.

Seeing that he had the ability to pick up flowers and hurt people, Wang Hong sat down with satisfaction and practiced various body techniques in the woods.

The short sword depends entirely on the speed of the body and the feet are as cunning as the body and the wind.

People who practice martial arts value the most is body skills, and the most difficult thing to maintain is body skills. There is no other way except to practice every day. Therefore, the old people in the martial arts circle use the method of taking over when talking about tricks, and it is best to stick together like pushing hands, so that young people can play on the palm without shaking their bodies. Although the energy path is indeed taught in this way, the loss of body skills when they were young is also an important reason. We can only accommodate them.

In the past two days, Wang Hong has transferred to this position for no other reason: a beautiful lady, a gentleman is a good match, and a beautiful woman lives at the foot of this mountain.

The newly transferred girl from Jiangnan from the girls' school not only has a fair and beautiful appearance and aura, but also has a gentle and beautiful temperament that makes him unable to touch himself.

He couldn't help but know her name, her address, her school time, and her school route.

Then, he followed this mountain to practice martial arts.

When I finished practicing and went down the mountain, it happened to be the time to go to school with his goddess Zhao Jingzhi.

I followed Zhao Jingyi to the girls' middle school, and then went back to school after taking a few more steps. I took such a big round every morning just to take a few more glances, so I accompanied Zhao Jingzhi, who ignored her, to walk on this miles and many ways.

But this was the only opportunity for him to get close to female classmates in this era of men's and girls' branches.

Today I went down the mountain, and it was naturally another "accidental encounter".

Wang Hong was shameless today and greeted classmate Zhao who had just left the house, and followed her.

After two "escorts", Zhao Jingzhi immediately told her that this was Wang Hong, the most powerful fight in the middle school opposite. She grabbed her schoolbag, rolled her eyes twice, and said in her heart: What a silly toad king.

He hummed secretly and walked forward quickly.

Wang Hong was still rubbing the small wooden stick in his hand, but his eyes were staring at her beautiful figure.

A sky blue top, a pleated black skirt, black stockings, small black leather shoes, paired with short hair, soft and elegant, and a pleasant and charming look.

There were only two of them on the road, one walking silently in front and the other watching blankly in the back.

Walking past the two alleys by the mountain, I saw three Japanese soldiers standing at the intersection in front, fully armed and blocked there.

The two of them didn't know what was going on, but Zhao Jingzhi walked forward hesitantly, but the three Japanese soldiers saw her and came forward.

Wang Hong quickly followed.

Today is the second day of the September 18th Incident. At three o'clock in the morning, the Japanese army had already started martial law in key locations in Anshi City. After dawn, there were only Japanese soldiers on the streets.

The news of ordinary people is not that good. Most of them are blocked by Japanese soldiers when they go out and they realize that the situation has changed.

Three Japanese soldiers stood in front of Zhao Jingzhi, smiling, and gestured to Zhao Jingzhi to raise her hand. Zhao Jingzhi was ashamed and hated, but she did as she did.

A Japanese soldier put his gun behind him, reached out to her chest and grabbed it. Zhao Jingzhi was so scared that he jumped back.

Another Japanese soldier roared: "Hit!" The spear in his hand was hung with a shaky bayonet, and it suddenly hit Zhao Jingzhi's chest.

The Japanese soldier who had caught the empty smiled and reached out again.

Zhao Jingzhi hurriedly blocked her schoolbag with her hand. The Japanese soldier grabbed her hand with a grin. The companion behind him also carried the gun behind him, ran over, twisted Zhao Jingzhi's other hand, and said something to his companion who was holding a bayonet behind him. The two worked together to drag Zhao Jingzhi into the alley next to him.

The schoolbag in Zhao Jingzhi's hand fell to the ground and she started to struggle screaming.

Wang Hong was stunned for a moment and rushed over immediately. At this time, he only regretted that he didn't have an iron guy on his body.

The Japanese soldier who stayed behind put a bayonet and stopped Wang Hong. Looking at Wang Hong, he said loudly to the two Japanese soldiers who were dragging Zhao Jingzhi. After hearing the laughing responses of the two Japanese soldiers, he looked at Wang Hong in front of him.

Seeing Zhao Jingzhi's powerless struggle, Wang Hong's hair stood up. He understood what Zhao Jingzhi was going to face, but pretended not to move around, threw down the stick in his hand, his eyes lowered, and looked at the bayonet in front of him. Yu Guang was paying attention to the Japanese soldiers in front of him, and he thought about the opportunity to grab the bayonet in his heart.

Seeing the student standing honestly, the Japanese soldier scolded him with contempt: "** pig", but his heart was like grass. His eyes narrowed and turned his head to look in his two companions.

Seeing that he turned his head, Wang Hong immediately took a step forward, grabbed the gun with his left hand, and pressed the spring on the handle of the knife with his right hand. He pulled it off and took off the bayonet.

The Japanese soldier felt that the rifle in his hand was about to escape, and was shocked. But after all, he was a well-trained Japanese regular soldier. When he saw the bayonet being removed, he immediately twisted his body and competed with both hands. The barrel broke away from Wang Hong's left hand, and the buttstock hit Wang Hong's head with the sound of wind.

Not only that, his hind legs also kicked out in a foul way.

Wang Hong grabbed the bayonet, but turned his elbow directly. In an instant, the tip of the knife slashed into the eyes of the Japanese soldiers.

This sword can be avoided as long as the Japanese soldiers dock it back.

But in this way, the tip of the knife will fall on the Japanese soldier's right hand holding the gun.

A minimalist knife shocked the mind and took the key points.

The Japanese soldier swept half of his gun and left the ground. Seeing this, he looked up and prepared to dodge the knife. However, he found that the bayonet was still slashing, so he realized that the knife was slashing at his right hand holding the gun. His little eyes were so scared that he opened his body round and twisted his body violently. The back foot, which was originally intended to raise his legs and lift his crotch, paused and was about to take a step back.

But no matter how fast the Japanese soldier was, he was not as fast as Wang Hong's elbows and wrists shaking. With a flash of sword light, two fingers fell off the rifle with a "crack".

The Japanese soldier was shocked. An inconspicuous Chinese man was so powerful? He opened his mouth wide and was about to call his companion, but he saw a bayonet flashing and sank into his chest.

Wang Hong has practiced Armor-breaking Sword since he was a child. After years of hard work, his sword technique has long become an instinct. The sword path is born with the situation, and his body is faster than his brain.

The bayonet went in with the flow, squeezed out, shook his wrist and drew an arc, slashing into the Japanese soldier's neck, and blood beads flew out in an instant.

The Japanese soldier found that his strength disappeared in an instant. He unwillingly covered his neck with one hand and his chest with the other, and gritted his teeth and stood there with his hard support.

Wang Hong didn't bother to finish him up and rushed into the alley immediately.

At this time, the two Japanese soldiers had just pressed Zhao Jingzhi down.

Wang Hong watched Zhao Jingzhi struggle desperately, and blood suddenly surged to his head. He jumped to the side of the Japanese soldier who was facing his back, stabbed him diagonally from his right side with a knife, and slashed his ribs towards his chest. When he drew the knife, he twisted the knife's mouth and used the blocking of the ribs to draw a large circle in his chest and abdomen.

This poke and stroke seemed complicated, but it just shook the wrist.

The Japanese soldier was looking at Zhao Jingzhi's pretty cheek, his heartbeats quickly, and his body was full of motivation, and the pressure in his chest and abdomen suddenly found a breakthrough, and flesh and blood foam rushed to the small blade. Before the severe pain could be transmitted into his brain, his body fell to the ground.

He saw the blood gushing out from his side, and then saw the beautiful girl a few feet away, remembering the old saying in his hometown: Other people's cherry blossoms can only be seen but not touched.

The next moment, the eternal night entered.

The Japanese soldiers on the opposite side saw Wang Hong's bayonet stab into their companions, and screamed in fear, let go of Zhao Jingzhi, bent down and grabbed the rifle on the ground, turned around, and the bayonet monster roared and swept over.

Wang Hong held his legs and rushed into the gun, and his body snatched it. The rifle, which was nearly one person tall, suddenly became a useless fire stick. Then, he rubbed his palms and drew flowers half a meter-long bayonet, "click", "click", "click", and "click", and hit the gun three times in a row.

The first two strokes, the bayonet slashed the rifle while the sword flowed. The third stroke, the bayonet slashed the Japanese soldier's thumb.

The Japanese soldier endured the severe pain and let go of his rifle, and was about to pounce on him. He wanted to hug Wang Hong, and then shouted that his companions outside came to help.

But unexpectedly, Wang Hongying slapped his position and moved his feet horizontally, turned to the Humen on the right, and suddenly thrust closer. The bayonet made a "pop" sound and drilled into his side rib from under his arm.

The blade twisted and shook, and after the tip of the knife twisted the fist as big as a circle in the heart and lungs, Wang Hongheng opened his body and made way out of the blade, then he pulled out the bayonet.

The blood column suddenly spurted out.

The Japanese soldier felt a whistle sound in his heart, and he was at a loss and covered his wound with his hands. But the hole in his heart was too big, and blood was spraying out like a water fence. Three or four times his heart beat, and then he pumped the blood in his body out. When his legs were weak, he knelt on the ground, twitched a few times, and then he curled up and knelt there.

After killing these three Japanese soldiers, Wang Hong also took a few breaths, and then he felt sweat surging like pulp on his body and his heart beating like thunder.

This was his first time killing someone.

When he was killing, his blood and energy were still supporting him. When he lost his opponent, his legs were weak.

Zhao Jingzhi only felt that one of the two Japanese soldiers suddenly let go of her and fell to her side. The other collided with Wang Hong who suddenly appeared. After a few light sounds, he knelt on the ground and stopped moving.

She knew that Wang Hong had saved him, and felt relieved. She couldn't help but look up first and looked over.
Chapter completed!