"As soon as Marshal Zhang's car arrived at a bridge, my great-grandfather noticed something was wrong. It wasn't that he found any clues. It was completely out of a beast-like instinct. In front of this quiet bridge, my great-grandfather smelled something.
The smell of blood."
"At that moment, my great-grandfather made a prompt decision and changed clothes with Shaoshuai Zhang. Taking advantage of the darkness, he asked another guard to take Shaoshuai Zhang out of the car and took a detour back to his house. In order to protect Shaoshuai Zhang, he pretended to be Shaoshuai Zhang and sat in the car, asking the driver to
The truck drove onto the bridge."
"Sure enough, as Grandpa expected, the car only drove a third of the way to the bridge when it was blocked by several cars in front and behind it. Fifty or sixty people in black clothes, black trousers, and black scarves came down, holding bright and bright lights.
With their samurai swords, they quickly surrounded Marshal Zhang's car."
"My great-grandfather and the driver lay motionless in the car. When they heard the footsteps approaching the car, they kicked the door violently. Two box guns fired left and right. Several gunshots were fired, and several of them were shot down.
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"Originally, my great-grandfather thought that this shot would definitely deter the Japanese spies, or at least delay it for a little longer. Unexpectedly, those Japanese spies were not afraid of death and rushed forward one after another. My great-grandfather had no choice but to
He kept shooting, shooting down ten or twenty people in a row, and both guns were out of bullets."
"The gun was out of bullets. Grandpa stretched out his hand and touched Marshal Zhang's saber. He drew the knife and got out of the car, and got into a melee with those Japanese spies. Since Grandpa and Marshal Zhang were both about the same height and shape, and the night was thick, Grandpa would deliberately
They lowered their faces, and those Japanese spies didn't even notice."
"The Japanese wanted to capture Marshal Zhang alive so that they could coerce Marshal Zhang into cooperating, but they did not dare to kill him. This gave Great Grandpa an advantage. He used his saber to make a whirring sound, and soon he cut down five or six of them."
"But in this way, Grandpa's secret has been exposed. Although Marshal Zhang is a young hero, he is only superior to his courage, talent and military strategy. He is not good at wielding swords and guns. He cut down five or six well-trained soldiers in a row.
It is unlikely that the Japanese spy incident will happen to Marshal Zhang."
"As soon as the cover was exposed, the Japanese took deadly action. The remaining twenty or thirty Japanese spies attacked Grandpa one after another. Grandpa blocked the others with one hand and fought hard without retreating. He was hit by dozens of knives and refused to fall.
His whole body was covered in blood, but he still kept swinging his sword, holding on to the twenty or thirty Japanese spies so that they could not escape and pursue Marshal Zhang."
"When Marshal Zhang returned to his home safely and sent people to pick up Grandpa on the bridge, Grandpa was covered in blood and stabbed with three or four samurai swords. He had been dead for a long time, but his face was still full of anger, and the saber in his hand was touching the ground.
, supporting the body from falling and standing upright in the center of the bridge."
"The driver escaped death by hiding under the car. Thirty-nine corpses of Japanese spies were scattered on the bridge. Twenty-seven of them were shot to death, and 12 were hacked to death with knives.
These thirty-nine corpses are all the work of my great-great-grandfather."
"The whole thing was later told by the driver who was lucky enough to survive. My great-grandfather became a mythical existence among the Fengjun army. Marshal Zhang gave my great-grandfather a grand burial and gave a plaque to our Yan family with an inscription in his own handwriting.
The four characters "Loyal and Brave Unparalleled" were inscribed on it, and it has been regarded as a family heirloom by our Yan family. Until 1960, due to historical issues, this plaque inscribed by Marshal Zhang himself was chopped up by the Red Guards and burned as firewood. But my great-grandfather
The story has been passed down from generation to generation."