Zhou Yang saw Cheng Tinghua lying on the roof tiles. He had been shot in several places. Blood gushed out, soaking his clothes and staining the tiles underneath him red.
Motionless and lifeless.
"It was fine this afternoon! How could this happen?"
Zhou Yang stepped over to Cheng Tinghua and squatted down, his face couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Although they had just met, the two had a great conversation, and Cheng Tinghua's boxing heart was extremely sincere.
It had only been a few hours since we met at Guo'er Courtyard. When we went to see each other again, we saw Cheng Tinghua's body. How could this feeling not make us sad?
It even feels very absurd and unreal!
How could a great master die in such a careless manner!
"Little brother."
When Zhou Yang was feeling sad, he saw Cheng Tinghua open his eyes, and he suddenly felt happy: "Senior, you are not dead!"
"Just hold it in one breath."
Cheng Tinghua shook his head: "However, little brother, there is no need to be sad. The children of the Jianghu have come, and they have to accept their fate."
I don’t know if he had a flashback, but Cheng Tinghua’s face turned rosy at this time, and his speech was very coherent: “What is in my pocket is the boxing manual that I have written with half my life’s effort, and the rest are nothing more than foreign objects.
It is a pity that the boxing manual has not yet been fully completed, but the general outline of it is already clear.
I entrust the boxing manual to you, and I hope you can learn and succeed in the future!"
After hearing this, Zhou Yang reached out from Cheng Tinghua's large sleeve robe and took out a blood-stained black leather boxing book. Because it was soaked in blood, the words on the cover could no longer be read clearly.
"You are very talented in martial arts, and it is rare that you also have the heart to pursue martial arts. In the future, you can take this boxing book and go to my good friend Sun Lutang. I have become friends with him, both as a teacher and a friend. You can learn from him...
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It’s just a pity that I, Cheng Tinghua, became a martial arts fanatic, but I was born in this era by mistake..."
Before he finished speaking, the energy Cheng Tinghua held up gradually dissipated, and the divine light in his eyes quickly dissipated. After the words fell, there was no sound from the whole person.
"Father!"
At this time, a figure jumped onto the roof.
Zhou Yang looked up and saw a dark-faced man in his thirties who looked somewhat similar to Cheng Tinghua. He looked at Cheng Tinghua who had lost his breath with tears in his eyes.
"Master Engineer, I'm going."
A man wearing a robe and glasses climbed up to the roof and said in a sad tone: "Tonight, when the engineer came back, he said that he had got into trouble and that he would pack his luggage and leave the city for a few days.
But not long after, a large group of foreign devils with guns came.
Those foreign devils were no match for Master Cheng at all. As soon as they met, Master Cheng knocked down several of them at close range with the Dragonfly Baguazhang, and fought all the way out of the alley. However, because the enemies were so numerous, Master Cheng did not dare to delay, so he planned to go first
Get out of here.
But when Zong Yue went up to the room, his braid accidentally got tangled on the roof tiles and he couldn't move up. He could only move up a second time, but the time was wasted. The foreign devils who got the opportunity shot at Master Cheng indiscriminately.
The engineer was seriously injured.
Later, this little brother came and killed all the more than 60 foreign devils with thunderous means..."
Having said this, the man with glasses raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Yang, but he could not suppress the fear in his eyes.
There were more than sixty foreign soldiers holding guns. Even the Boxers and the Qing soldiers with strong guns and thick armor had to walk around when they saw these foreign soldiers!
In the past few months, I have often heard people say how amazing these foreign soldiers are. Each of them is like a monster with great magical powers. A dozen foreign soldiers can defeat thousands of Qing soldiers!
Nowadays, anyone who sees these monster soldiers in the mouth of the people will be frightened.
But just such a young man killed more than sixty foreign soldiers. The alley turned into a Shura field, red, white, yellow, and bloody. It made people feel numb at the first glance. It was extremely scary!
"Senior and I hit it off like old friends, and we agreed to meet in the Hebuchang Hutong tonight, but unexpectedly we were only two hours apart, and when we met again we were already completely separated."
Zhou Yang sighed.
"Cheng Youlong, thank you brother for your kindness and Mr. Li for informing my father."
Cheng Youlong had already put away his inner sorrow a little at this time, and cupped his fists towards Zhou Yang and Mr. Li to express his thanks.
Mr. Li felt ashamed and said: "I have been living next to Master Cheng for ten years, and I share his feelings for him. I hate that I have no power to resist and cannot help Master Cheng out of trouble. The most important thing now is to transport Master Cheng out of the city. This fierce fight in the alley
The fighting is too noisy, and I'm afraid it won't be long before a large number of foreign soldiers arrive."
"That's what sir said."
There was not much time, Cheng Youlong went down the room, returned home, found a roll of straw mat, and hurriedly wrapped Cheng Tinghua.
At this time, Cheng Tinghua's younger brother Cheng Dianhua also got the news and came over.
Zhou Yang watched as Cheng Dianhua tied the rolled up straw mat to Cheng Youlong's body, stood tall on the roof, and said to the three Mr. Li who were about to leave the city with them: "You can go out of the city without worry, I'm here.
For your sake, please don’t forget to let me know when you hold the funeral for Senior Cheng.”
Cheng Youlong said worriedly: "Mr. Zhou, it's better to leave the city with me!"
Zhou Yang waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, I have my own way to escape."
Seeing Zhou Yang persisting and looking quite calm, Cheng Youlong nodded: "Mr. Zhou, take care! I'll be waiting for you at the Chaoyang Gate in five days' time."
Time waits for no one, and the three of them did not dare to delay. After bidding farewell to Zhou Yang with fists clasped, they hurriedly left Hebo Chang Hutong and headed towards the nearest Chongwen Gate.
Zhou Yang stood tall and tall, standing on the glazed tiles, with the huge silver moon hanging behind him.
He watched as the three figures disappeared into the shadows under the moonlight.
Then, Zhou Yang sat on the glazed tiles, untied his shoelaces, and took off his boots with blood stains on the soles.
After the fierce battle, it is rare to find peace and enjoy the summer night wind like a pair of gentle hands caressing the body.
The righteousness of family and country, love, hatred and resentment in a strange world can hardly leave ripples in Zhou Yang's heart.
But after experiencing a fierce battle and sending away a new friend he had just made, Zhou Yang inevitably felt a little melancholy in his heart.
He crossed his legs and rested his head on his arms, lying on the glazed tiles, looking at the bright moon in the sky.
The alley below is like a Shura field,
man on the roof,
But it was covered with a layer of veil by the moonlight.
"Buzz~"
"Crack!"
Maybe the mosquitoes disturbed Zhou Yang's thoughts.
The figure suddenly disappeared on the roof under the moonlight.
“It’s so spacious, you don’t have to huddle up when you stay in it.”
In the portable space, Zhou Yang stood up straight.
He leaned the P9O submachine gun against the wall, took off his helmet, and took off his heavy body armor.
Eight cubic meters of space, with a height of two meters, gives four square meters of living space. It still seems depressing in here, but it is still much more comfortable than before with arms and legs curled up!
Zhou Yang opened a gap two centimeters wide and more than ten centimeters long in the space for ventilation and observation of outside movements.
Then, spread the prepared mattress in the space and put the prepared latex pillow in place.
I took off my clothes and did a few stretching exercises. Then I picked up the thermos and made a cup of black tea. Then I sat on the quilt, feeling comfortable. While looking at the sleeping baby, I skillfully peeled off a baby.
tangerine.
Carefully remove the orange shreds from the orange.
I ate oranges and waited for a while, but no foreign Japanese came.
After drinking sugar water and eating a pack of expired biscuits, Zhou Yang felt sleepy after running around all day.
Fighting back his sleepiness, he opened the ammunition box in the corner, grabbed a handful of yellow-orange rifle bullets, and pressed them one by one into several empty magazines.
After finally checking the status of the firearms one by one, Zhou Yang looked at the sleeping baby who had no idea what she was dreaming about, and saw that she suddenly held her mouth shut and snorted twice.
Zhou Yang stretched out his finger and gently poked the baby's face.
The night breeze blew gently, accompanied by the occasional gunshot.
Zhou Yang was lying on the soft quilt, and the sound of snoring slowly sounded in the space around him, one after another with the baby.
