Seeing that the three rifles were handed over to Liu Lang and others, Shi Datou let go of his hand, letting Gou Defu slide down and slump to the ground, greedily breathing in the fresh air that he had not seen for a long time. In the face of life, the sharp pain on his arm bones
It's not that important anymore.
Shi Datou walked into the house silently, gently picked up the ashes scattered on the ground with his hands, and carefully placed them on the white cloth bag. At this time, he was completely like a loving brother who could not bear to disturb the souls of his deceased relatives.
, there is still a little bit of the previous fierceness.
At a distance of three meters, from the moment he started to punching to break the arm of the gun holder, the opponent did not even react to pull the trigger. Anyway, Chen Yunfa was sure that he would never be able to do this at the moment.
Thinking about Shi Datou's honest and timid appearance before, Chen Yunfa couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the master is so low-key, and the bully is so unlucky.
"Oh, you three are dead! If you don't come here to help me, my arm is broken." Gou Defu, who finally recovered his anger, cursed his three subordinates angrily.
When the three soldiers were struggling to help Gou Defu up, Gou Defu, who was enduring severe pain, glanced at Liu Lang and the other two people who were standing quietly and the long gun on the square table, and said: "Brother, give us the gun. There are no guns here."
It’s none of your business, I’m only looking for trouble with Shi Datou.”
Liu Lang just silently looked at Shi Datou's back lying on the ground holding the ashes. The expression on his face was obscure and he didn't look at him at all.
"Want a gun? Okay, I can give you a peanut for free first." Chen Yunfa bared his teeth, reached for a Hanyang-made gun on the table, pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, and held it with one hand.
Keep your gun pointed and you will get rich.
Gou Defu and the three soldiers were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and their calves were a little cramped. Chen Yunfa, who had been fighting on the Songhu battlefield for more than a month and killed dozens of Japanese with a machine gun, had a strong murderous aura, let alone
Holding a loaded gun, even a wooden stick, can make Goudefu feel the smell of death on him.
"Okay, okay, that's great! My friend, the green mountains will remain green and the waters will flow forever. I believe we will meet again soon. I hope you can still be so strong-willed by then." Gou Defu glanced at it with a malicious look and didn't even look at it.
Liu Lang glanced at him and uttered a harsh word through gritted teeth. He did not hesitate, turned his head and said, "Let's go", and left with the support of two soldiers beside him.
After putting all the ashes on the ground on the white cloth, wrapping them carefully, and finding a rope to tie them firmly to his back, Shi Datou walked out of the room and said to Liu Lang, who had been looking at him quietly: "Sir
, I’m really sorry. I originally wanted to treat you to the white-flour steamed buns I made, but now I’m dragging you down too. One person does the work for the other, so I’ll wait for them here. You guys should go quickly.”
Liu Lang smiled faintly, waved his hands, sat down on the bench, and said, "Brother Shi, do you know that the punch you just gave me shocked me. You are much more powerful than I thought."
The small town of Tongguan is a very interesting place. A bun vendor who came to recognize his relatives turned out to be an expert. This was the first time Liu Lang saw Shi Datou. If he hadn't felt Datou at all,
The murderous aura on the bald head made Liu Lang think he had met a legendary killer.
Others only noticed the bald and honest face and the standard merchant's attire, but Liu Lang saw that his foot was very stable when he walked, especially when the two soldiers escorted him over, it was not so much that the two soldiers took the initiative to let go.
He opened his arms, or rather, with a flick of his arms, he easily broke free from the hands of the two soldiers. Those two soldiers were the most elite members of the 19th Route Army, not ordinary people. This man was very good with his hands.
Good Kung Fu, this was Liu Lang's first definition of Shi Datou.
It's just that Liu Lang didn't expect that Shi Datou was much stronger than he expected. A simple cannon punch could break a person's hard arm bones. His kung fu on his legs was not inferior at all, and his explosive power was no less than that of a specially trained person.
Special Forces.
"Sir, you don't know..." Shi Datou saw that Liu Lang didn't care at all about the coming violent storm, and his face became anxious. He was about to persuade him, but he saw that the two big men beside Liu Lang were also confused.
He picked up the buckwheat buns and ate them. He had to sit down and said apologetically: "Sir, I didn't mean to hide it from you. I told you that we practice martial arts only to strengthen our bodies, not to bully."
Damn it, if he hadn't gone too far to get rich and bullied others today, I wouldn't have hit him. He had a gun. When I got anxious, I hit him hard..."
After listening to Shi Datou's explanation, Liu Lang suddenly realized that it turned out that masters did not jump out of the cracks in the rocks. The father of Da Baldhead and Shi Xiaoshuan who starved to death in the Great Famine was actually a master of the Red Fist.
I have been practicing red boxing for nearly 30 years since I was three years old.
Speaking of Red Boxing, many people may still be unfamiliar with it. Looking at Chen Yunfa from Guangdong Province, he knows that if we talk about Hong Boxing, it is well-known in the land of China. But if I tell you, it is famous.
Shaolin Hongquan evolved from Shaanxi Red Boxing. You will know how powerful Red Boxing is.
The history of Shaanxi Red Boxing can be traced back to the Jianyuan period of the Han Dynasty. It has been passed down to modern times for nearly three thousand years, from Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, to Zhou Tong, the teacher of the famous anti-Jin general Yue Fei, to Li Zicheng, the biggest bandit in the late Ming Dynasty, to the current Northwest Army.
Yang Hucheng, the top general in the army, is a master of red boxing.
One of the two Shi Datou brothers studied literature and the other martial arts, but the one who studied literature went to join the army, while the one who practiced martial arts served his father at home. Things are really unpredictable, which made Liu Lang a little bit embarrassed. If Shi Datou was like this that day
With a master by his side, he might be able to kill more Japanese troops, but Liu Lang dared to conclude that if that were the case, except for him and Shi Datou, none of the remaining soldiers would be able to survive. Without Shi Xiaoshuan's earth-shattering life-saving attack, the fierce
Would the Japanese invaders feel chilled? That kind of courage, which is purely about exchanging lives for lives, Shi Datou can't do it, and Liu Lang can't do it either. That's more frightening than killing several Japanese invaders with his bare hands. That's right.
From that moment on, the ferocious Japanese invaders became timid and were petrified by a Chinese soldier whose combat effectiveness was far inferior to theirs.
Victory often only belongs to the brave and never favors the timid. The reason is that simple.
The weak brother is so courageous, and the strong brother is naturally not much worse. Liu Lang was not fooled by Shi Datou's dull and honest face. Earlier, his man was angry and shot at the gun.
His aura made Liu Lang want to compete with him.
But thinking about the fat hanging on his body, Liu Lang wisely suppressed this irrational impulse.
"Haha, okay, Datou, I guess you won't be able to stay here after today. Have you ever thought about where you will go in the future?" Liu Lang's face beamed with joy and he asked with concern.
In fact, all Liu Lang had to do was write three big words on his forehead: Follow me.
How could Liu Lang let such a powerful martial arts master go?
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