An unlucky Japanese samurai met a Chinese general who was even more unlucky than him.
Of course, that is happy.
So, when you are unlucky, look at people who are more unlucky than you, and you will be happy.
This is human nature. Just like the Japanese samurai who already has a smile in his eyes.
The moment the Chinese general saw the beggar's sinister look, he felt a warning sign in his heart. His face changed, and just when he was about to retreat, he saw the beggar's blanket suddenly fly up and wrap around him without paying attention.
On him lieutenant dragon and two soldiers.
But the beggar himself had a sinister smile in his eyes, and with a fierce movement of his arms and one good leg, he pounced like a tiger down the mountain at the frightened hapless general two meters away. The sharp sword in his palm was blinding.
"@%#" Comrade Lao Li only had time to utter a short curse. Facing an enemy that was so well hidden and so fierce, he could only close his eyes and wait for death.
That was definitely a master, a master that Comrade Lao Li had never seen in his life.
Not only did the sudden rise of the master's skills make him despair, but the identity of the master was almost revealed, which made Comrade Li feel heartbroken. The old commander who had been following him for almost 20 years still refused to let him go.
Any assassins sent out will kill him.
Twenty years of life were completely wrong, so why should he live an ignoble existence?
In the flash of lightning, Comrade Li could almost conclude that this well-hidden "assassin" was coming for him. And besides the one who was in charge of Shanxi, who else could the assassin's main messenger be?
Holding the sharp blade that slipped out of his sleeve, Yuanyoshi Honggang's eyes were filled with joy. As long as he was given half a second, his knife could be placed on the neck of the Chinese army lieutenant general who had been frightened.
Get the strongest hostage before several guards armed with submachine guns, and leave this miserable place.
"Baga's, the first condition is that they send me two big cakes to eat." The aroma of broth and pancakes fifty meters away has already stimulated the Japanese nobles who have not eaten all day and night since their escape.
I'm hungry.
I'm afraid no one would have thought that such a master would have such a need.
If the unlucky Army Lieutenant General could have known this in advance, he would have given you fifty slices of pie first, which will scare you to death.
The former number one martial artist in Japan probably didn't even know it. From the moment he prepared his escape route from the cliff while waiting for Liu Lang to arrive on the top of the mountain, he was no longer close to the martial arts he once pursued.
My heart is getting farther and farther away.
Be timid before fighting.
Yes, although Minamoto Yoshihiro Kogang himself had never admitted it, from the moment he spent half an hour arranging his retreat, the battle he used to trick Liu Lang into going up the mountain for a duel was already doomed.
He has lost more and more, and his determination to move forward in martial arts is gone, and naturally the bottom line is getting lower and lower. So he can pretend to be a beggar in order to survive. In order to survive, he can endure the intolerance of the Chinese people, but he can only swallow his anger and continue to starve.
He didn't dare to use his force value which far exceeded that of the people in the entire market town. If he wanted to, he could kill all the Chinese in the town and then have a delicious meal.
But he no longer dared. He would rather go hungry than reveal his whereabouts.
Earning an ignoble existence has become the top priority of Honggang Yuanyoshi, who is afraid of being beaten by Liu Tuanzuo.
It can be said that although the former young master of Japanese martial arts is still alive, he is actually dead. Even if he returns to Japan alive, he will only be a master slightly better than ordinary masters from now on. It will be difficult to climb the martial arts in this life.
peak.
At this time, this martial arts master is still working hard for his own survival. If he wants to return to his country and become an ordinary master, it depends on his luck.
However, the luck of the unlucky samurai is really not that good, even worse than that of Comrade Li who is possessed by the god of decay.
At least Comrade Li, in addition to three bodyguards, also has an alert and beautiful reporter.
Yes, neither Comrade Li, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, nor Hong Gang, Minamoto Yoshi, who jumped up to seize the hostages, or the three guards who were also furious because of the shock, did not realize that they had already walked 20 meters here.
Liu Xueyuan suddenly turned around and pulled out the pocket Browning 1906 automatic pistol from the holster on his waist.
It is said that women are the most grudge-holding creatures and it is absolutely true.
Although one of Yuanyoshi Honggang's faces was almost flattened by Liu Lang's two punches, the bridge of his nose was completely broken and a large amount of blue and purple covered the entire face. The unresolved swelling almost made the original sharp and axe look very manly.
His face is like a pig's head.
Not to mention that he couldn't recognize it, but if a martial arts master had time to look in the mirror, he would be shocked if he saw it. Who is that pig-headed one in Baga?
However, Yuanyoshi Honggang was really awesome in the Peking Hotel. Those slightly sinister eyes were the most terrifying eyes Liu Xueyuan had ever seen in his life. Liu Lang also had these terrifying eyes.
The Japanese samurai were beaten with blood all over their bodies and almost died on the spot several times.
For a woman, the hatred that almost killed her lover was even more painful than killing her. How could she not keep in mind those eyes that she hated so much?
While slowly leaving his fellow villager in distress, Liu Xueyuan's steps became slower and slower. The startling glance in his eyes seemed familiar, and there was nothing wrong with his pure northern dialect, but his voice was also different from what was hidden in his memory.
The pieces are coming together...
While doubts abounded, doubts that were not doubtful points gradually emerged in Liu Xueyuan's mind.
Although she was wearing a military uniform, she did not wear a military cap because she had not yet left the cabinet. According to the northern tradition, she still dressed in a northern girl's bun and did not dress up as a hair accessory commonly used by women. As a Peiping native, why did he dare to call her
Is she the wife?
You should know that for traditional northerners, the title of miss or madam is not casual. You can call the missus by mistake, but you can never call the miss who has not left the government by mistake.
Also, although the blanket he was wearing was so dirty that it was difficult to identify the color, Liu Xueyuan, who had lived in a wealthy family for a long time, could tell from its thickness and width that the blanket was of excellent quality, and it was definitely not something ordinary people could use.
What is even more puzzling is that even a beggar would never make a blanket of such high quality that can keep out the wind and cold at night full of mud...
Even, he didn’t do it all. Unless he was a fool.
All doubts have been proven that he is not a real beggar.
If you are not a real beggar, why would you deliberately explain that you are one and make your escape route so clear? Liu Xueyuan stopped.
The lowered eyes and the somewhat familiar voice were restored bit by bit with the fragments in the memory.
Comrade Li, who had already approached the beggar and dropped two pieces of silver, and Honggang Yuanyi, who had raised a ferocious look, did not know that the beautiful reporter, who had stopped walking with her back to them, was suddenly sweating profusely.
She finally remembered who he was.
He is the terrifying Japanese samurai, the Japanese martial arts master who can make Liu Lang give his all without leaving. What does he want to do when he lurks into the Niangziguan war zone?
Is it the same assassination of important Chinese figures as last time? Thinking back to this time that Comrade Li and Comrade Li came together to deliver a very important batch of arms to Liu Lang, the beautiful reporter who no one could see flashed on her face.
A trace of determination.
Even if she died, she could not let this terrifying Japanese samurai destroy the arms that Liu Lang desperately needed.
Without hesitation, he reached into the holster, pulled out the pistol, turned on the safety, turned around, bowed slightly, held the gun with both hands, aimed at the target, pulled the trigger, and shot.
This set of movements has been practiced in Chengdu for three years by the beautiful reporter who often went to the military camp of the Independence Regiment at least a hundred times under the personal guidance of Liu Tuanzuo.
To be precise, not only her, but all women who have an important relationship with the officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment, including the family members of the officers, everyone has to participate in various firearms training classes held by the Independent Regiment. Although it is not as intense as regular soldiers,
Pistols, rifles, submachine guns and even machine guns, they are all required to be able to shoot and achieve a certain level of accuracy.
Perhaps she also has the subconscious mind to compete with Lieutenant Colonel Meiliji. Liu Xueyuan, who has participated in at least five training classes, is one of the best. Not to mention the pocket automatic pistol in her hand, which is the Big Black Star with stronger recoil.
She can also accurately hit the bullseye within a distance of thirty meters.
Thus, the Japanese samurai's misfortune, which they thought was completely over due to the glory of Amaterasu, finally came.
Just when he summoned his maximum strength and pounced on the army lieutenant general who had completely accepted himself as unlucky and was waiting for death like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, he was only half a meter away from achieving his goal.
"Bang bang bang bang" several gunshots rang out in succession.
"Bang!" After being hit by several bullets in a row, Minamoto Yoshihiro's body went limp, like a bird with broken wings, and was directly thrown into the dust.
The beautiful reporter pulled the trigger four times in succession and fired four bullets, all of which hit the target.
The Japanese martial arts master, with blood all over his body, turned his head with some difficulty to look at the direction where he was shot, with shock and confusion flashing in his desperate eyes.
He didn't expect that he would fail just when he was about to succeed, and he didn't expect that the cause of his failure would be a Chinese woman who he didn't take seriously.
It's just that he doesn't have much chance to know the truth.
"Da da da" followed by a volley of angry bullets that almost beat the still confused Japanese samurai into a honeycomb.