Hearing the roar in the distance, the venue was in an uproar. Almost everyone looked angrily at the short man who was striding with a pair of ridiculous bow legs and the few people following him.
"It's Instructor Jiwu." A student who knew him said loudly.
"He's Japanese." Someone said next to him.
Zhou Wen was also annoyed. Before teaching, he had guessed that there might be interference from some high-level officials in the school, or that some big bosses from the Military Commission would come out to stop it. After all, China and Japan had just signed an armistice agreement in Shanghai, which was so sensitive.
At any time, talking about the war between China and Japan in military academies will definitely be criticized and obstructed by many Japan-phobic factions in the government.
But he never expected that those who would jump out would actually be several Japanese instructors.
Zhou Wen waved his hand to stop the students from making excessive words and actions. At this time, if this caused a fierce conflict between the students and the Japanese instructors, it would easily make the matter worse, and he would be the one who would be affected.
of teaching.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think that these Japanese instructors could come and cause trouble without any hindrance. I'm afraid some people would like to see it. It's hard to say that there are some conspirators behind it.
Zhou Wen thought of many possibilities in just a moment, and now he couldn't let the students stand up and argue with these red-eyed Japanese. You must know that there are nearly a thousand high-blooded students on the playground now, and in the past few days,
He was also subtly instilled with anti-Japanese thoughts by himself, and if he failed, bloodshed would occur.
Fortunately, the students still respected him. Although many people were filled with indignation, some students clenched their fists and glared at the Japanese fiercely, but they did not speak anymore, waiting for instructor Xiao Zhou's next step.
Some students even wondered if instructor Xiao Zhou was scared.
After all, Zhou Wen's age is a disadvantage. No one would have thought that a colonel who was younger than the students like them would have killed hundreds of Japanese soldiers, including a Japanese major general, and the largest Japanese warship in China's offshore Izumo.
The number was also sent to the bottom of the Yangtze River by him.
Zhou Wen did not keep the students waiting. He looked at Kengo Yoshitake who was approaching aggressively, walked up to meet him, and said loudly: "Interfering with the normal classes of the school, speaking arrogant words, standing on the soil of China and speaking
If you keep silent, you are talking about the Japanese Empire. Are you the polite and civilized people that you Japanese keep claiming to be like?"
Kengo Yoshitake looked at the young colonel who was in class and still felt contempt in his heart. He wanted to use his momentum to go up and curse him. Of course, it would be perfect if he could slap him a few times. I would like to see these hairy things.
Who dares to stand up if we don't have all the students together?
However, when the handsome and handsome colonel walked towards him with righteous words, he suddenly felt like a big mountain was rushing towards him. His heart was inexplicably stagnant, and his heart beat fiercely and unsatisfactorily. The words he had prepared before also failed.
After a pause, I felt a little panicked for a moment.
In fact, it would be impossible for him not to panic. This is not because there is a problem with his psychological quality, but when Zhou Wen reprimanded him, he completely suppressed his aura towards him. This is the aura formed by going through countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
This is the momentum created by killing countless people, this is the confident and aggressive momentum, this is the martial arts momentum emanating from an extremely powerful martial arts master.
This is the first time that Zhou Wen has completely unleashed his intimidating momentum on a person. It is as heavy as a mountain, as fierce as a strong wind, and as powerful as thunder.
Zhou Wen did not relax at all, and continued to speak loudly: "You were once an instructor after all, and the instructor in the school is also a teacher. As a teacher, in front of so many students, you disregarded propriety and image, just like a
Scoundrels and thugs disrupt students' classes by shouting and cursing on the street. Is this what you say the Empire of Japan taught you?"
Kengo Yoshitake was already in a state of confusion. He felt that the other person was like a ferocious beast that was about to pounce on him and tear him to pieces at any time, but it had hidden sharp claws, but he didn't know when it would suddenly burst out and hurt people.
He didn't even listen to a word Zhou Wen said. He was now shrouded in an inexplicable fear, as if he had turned into a lonely little lamb and was about to be bitten by the big bad wolf's bloody mouth.
Seeing Zhou Wen getting closer and closer, a strong murderous aura rushed towards his face. With his heart palpitating, Yoshitake Kengo reached out and pulled out the samurai saber. He held the knife in both hands, with the tip of the knife facing Zhou Wen. This move immediately caused a stir on the field.
The students were shouting and cursing, and even the Japanese instructors behind him looked confused.
Why didn't he say a few words of protest? The impulsive Kengo Yoshitake was about to stab someone. This was contrary to the method discussed by several people before, and the direction of the matter was completely out of control.
But this is the effect Zhou Wen wants to achieve.
Zhou Wen actually didn't want to engage in a verbal dispute with these Japanese people. Using verbal quarrels to silence the other party and make them go away in despair was not what Zhou Wen was good at, and he didn't have the patience.
So as soon as Zhou Wen came up, he used his momentum to capture his heart and soul, disrupt his position, and then tightly locked Kengo Yoshitake with an undisguised murderous aura, causing Kengo Yoshitake to have the illusion that Zhou Wen was about to violently hurt someone, and subconsciously drew his sword to defend himself.
.
However, the momentum and murderous intent released by Zhou Wen was only directed at Kengo Yoshitake, and others did not know or feel it. As a result, what everyone saw was that Kengo Yoshitake disrupted the class with his rude words, and Zhou Wen refuted it with righteous words.
He was speechless, and even wanted to draw a sword to commit murder. Even the other Japanese who followed him to cause trouble thought he was too impulsive, and no one offered help for a while.
But at this time, Zhou Wen suddenly put away his momentum and murderous intent, changed his color and said: "What? You actually want to commit murder even though you know that you are in the wrong?"
Kengo Yoshitake's confused head was suddenly startled. All the negative influences he had just suffered disappeared in an instant. Only then did he realize that he had pulled out his hand at some point, and the tip of the knife was pointed directly at the man in front of him who was looking at him with a half-smile.
young colonel.
At this time, Nagahiro Kono, who was standing behind him, couldn't bear it. For no other reason than because he felt that Kengo Yoshitake's inexplicable behavior really harmed the face of the Japanese people. What he originally thought was reasonable became
It's unreasonable.
In addition, he was a straight person, so he persuaded: "Jiwu-kun..."
However, Ma Zhouwen's words interrupted his persuasion, "You are not holding a grudge because the school fired your Japanese instructors, and are you going to take revenge on these defenseless students?"
Then he turned around and shouted loudly: "Guard, guard, there is someone committing murder here."
Kengo Yoshitake was already in a state of confusion, but he knew in his heart that he was probably falling into a trap by the young colonel in front of him, but he was still confused as to how he had fallen into the trap inexplicably.