Entering January, the situation in Northeast China took a turn for the worse.
Ignoring the impact of the Zhongma City incident, the little Japanese plotted to seize Rehe and launched a brazen battle.
On the 3rd, Shanhaiguan fell.
"The little devil is too arrogant!" Wang Liangyu couldn't sit still, and stood up, slapping the table, furious, "I can't stay any longer, I have to do something!"
Ma San stood behind Gong Baosen, his chest rising and falling, indicating the resentment in his heart at this moment.
Gong Baosen was still sitting calmly, holding a cup of tea in his hand, with a faint smile on his face, which seemed gentle, but revealed his murderous intent.
Others may not understand, but seeing Gong Ruomei as a daughter, they immediately reacted, her expression tightened, and she asked urgently: "Dad, what do you want to do?"
Gong Baosen ignored Gong Ruomei, turned to look at Wang Liangyu, and asked: "Liangyu, do you know what the Chinese warriors do?"
Wang Liangyu was stunned when he heard this and looked at Gong Baosen in surprise, wondering what he meant.
"The Chinese Samurai Association was founded in Jinmen with the purpose of passing on Chinese state-owned martial arts and training the people's physical fitness. My senior brother Li Cunyi was supposed to be the president, but because of a piece of cake and a word, the president was given to Ye Yunbiao." Gong
Baosen seemed to be reminiscing, looking ahead with empty eyes, and asked quietly, "Do you know what this sentence means?"
Wang Liangyu's heart moved slightly, thinking of the plot in the movie, but Mianshan remained calm and shook his head.
"Ye Yunbiao took a piece of cake and asked my senior brother Li Cunyi to break it open and said, 'Fist has north and south, but the state has north and south?'" Gong Baosen's voice gradually became heavier and he said in a deep voice, "My senior brother Li Cunyi didn't say anything, let him be
He became the first president of the Chinese Warriors Association."
"Later, the Central Chinese Martial Arts Hall was established to advocate Chinese martial arts, and various places responded. Most members of the Chinese Warriors Association were also incorporated into the Chinese Martial Arts Halls in various places. However, the Chinese Warriors Association did not disband and even came to the Northeast."
When Wang Liangyu heard this, he suddenly realized something.
Wang Liangyu has heard some rumors. In those dark and turbulent years, the means to overthrow the Manchu Qing Dynasty were either through republicanism or revolution, or through assassination, one overt and one covert.
This is the age of assassinations.
Even today, assassins still appear.
Among them, the Iron-Blooded Anti-Corruption Team, represented by the number one killer of the Republic of China, Wang Tieqiao, is the most famous. Last year, they first bombed the Supreme Commander of the Little Japs and then assassinated Earl Lytton, the head of the September 18th International Investigation Team, causing a sensation throughout the country.
Gong Baosen chuckled, a little self-deprecating in his weirdness: "I am the president of the Chinese Warriors Association, it's about face." After a pause, he added, "If someone takes the face, then someone will take the face. Don't take any face.
The dust must be kept clean, and the bleeding must be kept under wraps."
Wang Liangyu knew what Gong Baosen meant, but she didn't know what he wanted to express. She couldn't help but ask: "What does Mr. Gong mean?"
"It's not me who thinks about it, it's you who thinks about it!" Gong Baosen tilted his head and looked at Wang Liangyu with calm eyes.
Wang Liangyu suddenly understood. She didn't refuse in her heart, but she just felt a little uncomfortable.
You keep the good things and I do the bad things?
Gong Baosen could see Wang Liangyu's thoughts, and the expression on his face was a little lonely. He sighed softly: "It's easy to do things in the dark, but it's hard to do things in the light. The Chinese Warriors Association cannot be dispersed, cannot retreat, let alone fall. Someone must be here."
Hold on."
Saying that, Gong Baosen breathed out again and said with sadness: "Everyone in the Gong family calls Ruomei the second girl. It's not because of the senior brother Ma San. She had an older brother who was killed in a bombing with Marshal Zhang in 28 years."
Now." His eyes were slightly red and moist, "If he is still here, it is his turn to take over from me and support the Chinese Warrior Association!"
As he spoke, Gong Baosen turned to look at Gong Ruomei and then at Ma San: "Ruomei will eventually get married. Now, there is no one in my Gong family, so Ma San has to take over from me." After a pause, he continued.
Looking at Wang Liangyu, "I can't count on anyone else!"
Wang Liangyu was a little surprised, but he never thought that there was such a secret in it.
In fact, the imagination is correct. The Chinese Warriors Association was the largest private martial arts organization in China at that time, with countless high-ranking members. Even though the Central Martial Arts Academy was later established, the Chinese Warriors Association lost a large number of martial arts masters, but the foundation is still there. There are still such martial arts in the northern martial arts.
A pivotal position.
More importantly, both the Chinese Warriors Association and the Central Martial Arts Academy have the purpose of "saving the country by strengthening the species and defending against aggression." Such an organization that resists aggression is rooted in the Northeast, a land where little devils are kings and hegemons.
Why do you think there is a problem!
No wonder, the little devils always target the Gong family and the Chinese Samurai Association, and the little devils and rogues often come to provoke them. After the incident in Zhongma City, the little devils and the second devils came to raid every day!
However, looking at it on the other hand, the Chinese Warriors Association's ability to gain a firm foothold in the Northeast is enough to show Gong Baosen's ability.
While Wang Liangyu was deep in thought, Gong Baosen spoke again and continued: "Of course, it would be better if you are willing to take over my class!" He paused and looked at Ma San again, with a hint of guilt in his eyes, "Just
However, privately, I don’t want you to take over my class.”
As soon as these words came out, both Wang Liangyu and Ma San were stunned.
"It's not that I don't want to give up the name of the Chinese Warriors Association, but I'm afraid of tarnishing your reputation." Gong Baosen looked at Wang Liangyu, his eyes full of expectation, "Liangyu, you are the one who wants to claim the title of ancestor. This little devil did it.
The Northeast is a quagmire, and if I keep you, I will harm you!"
When Ma San heard this, he was startled at first, and then became furious. Then he thought of the eldest son of the palace, who was a man of honor, and finally he was just disappointed.
"Mr. Gong, you are a hero!" Wang Liangyu suddenly came to his senses, saluted Gong Baosen solemnly, and praised him sincerely.
Gong Baosen waved his hand, with a hint of indifference in his melancholy: "I can't be a hero, I'm just a piece of firewood to light a fire and build up my momentum."
"Dad, this is a Gong family matter!" At this time, Gong Ruomei, who had been listening for a long time, suddenly said, "I am also a Gong family member, so I should do this!"
Gong Baosen paused for a moment, then turned to look at Gong Ruomei with a complicated expression: "Ruomei, you are going to get married. The affairs of the Gong family and the Jianghu have nothing to do with you!" After saying that, he said softly, "Find a good wife."
People, if you are a good doctor and live in peace, you are fulfilling your filial piety!"
Gong Ruomei pursed her lips and was silent for a long time. She suddenly raised her head and concentrated on Gong Baosen, stubborn and stubborn: "Then I will not marry. I will be a member of the Gong family for the rest of my life!"
"Nonsense!" Gong Baosen stood up with a slap on the table, his face full of anger, "I'm not dead yet, it's not your turn to do the Gong family's affairs!"
Gong Ruomei did not retreat at all. She stiffened her neck and asked, "Then let an outsider take the risk?"
Hearing this, Gong Baosen, who was originally angry, seemed to be discouraged. He sat back on his chair slumped and looked at Gong Ruomei and then at Wang Liangyu. For a moment, he was speechless.
Regardless of the reason or purpose, what Gong Baosen wanted Wang Liangyu to do was to risk his life and escape death. It is always unjustifiable for an outsider to take this risk.
Wang Liangyu was a little embarrassed. He pressed Gong Ruomei back, broke the awkward atmosphere with a chuckle, and comforted him: "We are all a family. We should talk to each other if we have something to say. Why do this?" After saying that, he turned to look at Gong Ruomei and said no.
When she had the chance to speak, she said first, "So many things have happened recently, I can't sit still for a long time. Even if Mr. Gong doesn't say anything, I will do it."
"You will die!" Gong Ruomei stared at Wang Liangyu and said angrily.
"I am your master!" Wang Liangyu replied lightly, and then said, "It's not that easy for the little devil to kill me!"
Gong Ruomei snorted and did not continue. Instead, she said with sarcasm: "You are just a martial arts student. How can you kill little devils? Like in Zhongma City?"
To be honest, it is indeed convenient for those who practice martial arts to carry out assassinations, but in this era of rampant guns, personal force is no longer the most important.
Wang Yaqiao, the number one killer in the Republic of China, was not a martial arts master. He used guns and explosives for assassinations.
Wang Liangyu knew what Gong Ruomei meant, shrugged and said calmly: "You don't have to use a gun to kill the little devil!"