July 21st morning. Small courtyard in the south of Chengdu.
Huang Nanzhong, Yan Ying and others were quietly waiting for the commotion from the outside world, but at the quietest moment of the night, changes broke out in the courtyard.
All night until this moment in the early morning, it was not that no one paid attention to the movements of the little military doctor. Although the other party has a record of selling military assets in the early stage, and they received the money from this side tonight, Huang Nanzhong, Yan Ying and others never really trusted the other party from beginning to end, which is necessary for them to be vigilant.
Since he had to rely on the other side to take care of several seriously wounded people, the vigilance against this little military doctor in the yard seemed to be tight. Huang Jianfei, Huang Shan, Mao Hai and others followed him every time he got up to drink water, enter the house, walk around, take things, etc., mainly worried that he might poison people in the yard or give warnings to the outside world. Of course, if he was in the middle of everyone's attention, everyone's vigilance would be slightly relaxed.
It is also because of this that at the moment when the accident happened, almost no one reacted to what happened, just because the scene in front of him really happened in the eyes of everyone.
In the past hour, because the seriously wounded have been treated, verbal provocations, insults, slaps on the hands, and kicks have happened once or twice to the little military doctor. This kind of behavior is not very particular, but in the current situation, not killing this little military doctor is already a matter of righteousness. For a little friction, Huang Nanzhong has no intention to control it any more.
The knight who kicked the little army doctor from behind was named Chu Weiyuan. He was a small leader among the guards of the Guan family. In the chaos of the night, he himself was not injured, but his acquaintances were dead and wounded. exhausted. For the little military doctor in front of him, he thought about humiliating and beating, lest the other party do anything reckless.
At the second moment of Yin Shi, the sky was gray-blue and gray-blue, the most simple and ordinary moment, he walked over under the eaves, the little military doctor happened to be in front of him, he bumped into it, and the small military doctor also stepped forward. The bodies of the two seemed to collide, and Chu Weiyuan stepped back suddenly, his back slammed against the pillar, until this moment, except for the abrupt retreat, everything still seemed very simple.
Who would have thought what this little military doctor would do in front of everyone's eyes
Chu Weiyuan's life ended after a few breaths, and at that moment, incomparable fear rushed into his mind, and he was not mentally prepared for all this.
At the moment when the figure collided, the young man stretched out his hands, pulled out the knife at his waist, and stabbed him directly. This movement was quick and silent, but he could see it clearly in his eyes. The instant reaction was to press his hands down violently to grab the opponent's arm, his feet had begun to exert force, but it was too late, the knife had already stabbed in.
His figure retreated wildly and hit the pillar under the eaves, but the young man followed him, unable to get rid of it at all. If he was just stabbed in the stomach, he might have survived. But the boy's movements and eyes were full of sharp killing intent. The long knife pierced through and then swayed sideways. This is the way of fighting in the army. After the knife stabs the enemy's body, the internal organs must be smashed immediately.
Chu Weiyuan's hand couldn't hold the opponent's arm at all, and he swung the sword toward the sky, and his body seemed to be suddenly empty. The feeling of fear accompanied by the cry of "Ah..." seemed to sound from the deepest part of the heart. The people in the yard felt cold from behind, and their hairs stood on end. Corresponding to Chu Weiyuan's cry, it was a peculiar sound that erupted rapidly from between the bones of the boy and from his body. As the body stretched, the bones began to make a crackling sound like fried beans, and what came out of the body was the chest and abdomen. The sound of the air rushing like a water buffalo or a toad from time to time is the sound when the inner family is fully stretched.
He threw something with a little bit of fire into the window next to him, and knocked off the small wooden stick supporting the window. Qu Longjun sat on the wall not far from the window and heard the wooden window slam shut.
The cries of the tall hero still spread in the gloomy night, and there were also people who rushed over the Mao Tingdao and shouted in a low voice, "Kill him!"
The boy was low, and he went up to meet him. The man slashed down with the knife, and the boy's knife slashed upward. The two figures intertwined. At the same time, someone on the other side of the room appears to have slammed open the window and jumped out.
There was an explosion, and Qu Longjun, who was sitting by the wall, had dazzled eyes, buzzing in his ears, and the world was spinning. The things the boy threw into the room exploded. In the blurry vision, she saw figures rushing into the yard, Mao Hai rushing up, Huang Jianfei rushing up, Huang Shan's voice shouting something from behind the house, the house was collapsing, and some tiles fell. With a wave of his hand, someone had a knife in his chest and fell from the roof in front of Qu Longjun.
"Ah..." She also cried, struggling a few times and trying to get up, but always staggered down, Wen Shoubin ran over from the chaos, and was about to escape with her support, the figure of the young man was in the courtyard He ran at high speed in Li, and a chivalrous man who blocked him had his calf cut off again, and rolled around not far in the yard with his bloody leg.
Wen Shoubin and Qu Longjun ran towards the courtyard gate, and only halfway through the run, Yan Ying was already close to the courtyard gate, and at this moment, he fell to the ground with an "ah--" Got a flying knife. Qu Longjun's head and vision became a little sober at this moment, and Wen Shoubin turned to look, only to see the young man standing by the wooden shed that served as the kitchen, chopped a knight to the ground, and said in his mouth: "Today, none of you can go out."
Four knights had fallen in the yard at this time, plus Yan Ying, plus the five people in the room who might have been killed by the explosion, only eight of the eighteen people in the original yard were left intact, and then removed Huang Nanzhong and My father and daughter, the only five people who can carry knives to fight are Huang Jianfei and Mao Hai.
This young man cut down four people in a blink of an eye. How long would it take to kill the remaining five people? It's just that since he is so strong in martial arts, why did he want to save people in the first place? Qu Longjun's mind was in chaos, only to see Huang Nanzhong stretched his fingers under the eaves and stomped his feet and shouted: "Wu that young man, you are still obsessed, helping Zhou to abuse, old man. Are you talking about today in vain—"
In the yard, Mao Hai approached Huang Jianfei and the others with a knife, and whispered: "Be careful, be careful, this is someone who has been on the battlefield... Huaxia Army..." He had just exchanged three knives with the boy in a hurry, and his arm had already been hacked. After making a hole, at this time I just felt incredible, I wanted to say that the Huaxia Army actually let such young people go to the battlefield, but after all, they couldn't say anything.
Sweat poured out from the foreheads of the two people next to him. In just a short while, the young man ran to kill people with a sharp knife, like a cheetah that devoured people, and everyone couldn't even keep up with their reactions. At this time, while Huang Nanzhong was talking, they hurriedly gathered together to form a battle, but saw that the young man waved his knife, his arm was drooping, and he was also hit by someone's knife on his left shoulder. Clear and indifferent.
"You said it very well today. I originally regarded you as Han Chinese, thinking that I could still be saved. But after today, in my eyes, you are no different from Jurchen!" At this moment, his eyes are full of indifference towards the enemy, which is terrifying.
"Kill him—" The dust in the yard spread, and after the explosion just now, it was a matter of time before the Huaxia Army came here, and the one who suddenly shouted was the boy who was still in the room when he threw the grenade, and went to the other side. The Huangshan that was knocked out of the window on one side. He seemed to be ruthless, but in fact his mind was delicate. At this time, he rushed over from the side and rear, and the young man retreated, smashing the boards and pillars behind the wooden shed, and the entire shed collapsed.
I just heard the voice of the young man: "Huangshan, I told you not to make trouble, or I will kill you with my own hands, you - just don't listen!"
The sound fell, and in the darkness behind the hut, a stone flew towards Huang Nanzhong, and Huang Jianfei, who was always guarding the side, smashed it with a knife, and then saw the young man suddenly rushed out of the darkness, and he charged at high speed along the direction of the courtyard wall. Mao Hai and others will pass by.
The man who bore the brunt was facing the young man in a blink of an eye. Both of their knives were slashed in the air, but the warrior was afraid, and his body fell unsteadily to the ground. Yan Ying, who was at the door, took a knife on his butt. Yan Ying screamed and blood poured out from his butt. He wanted to get up to open the door, but he couldn't get up, so he fell on the ground and cried.
Huangshan, Mao Hai and the other two warriors ran after the young man's figure, the young man crossed a semicircle and came over to Wen Shoubin's father and daughter, Qu Longjun shrank and cried, and Wen Shoubin also cried: " Don't come here, I'm a good person..." The boy was suddenly pushed back and staggered, and he slammed into Huang Shan and the others who were charging.
Wen Shoubin screamed in the light of the sword to the end, a warrior was cut over, and the ferocious Mao Hai was knocked up and fell to the ground, and he was stabbed in the flank, and half of his body was covered in blood. The teenager rushed towards Huang Jianfei and Huang Nanzhong over there at high speed. He fought with Huang Jianfei twice, his body was short, he grabbed Huang Jianfei's calf and rolled over from the ground, kicking Huang Nanzhong with one kick.
Huang Jianfei fell to the ground, kicked with his feet in a row while shouting, knocking down another pillar under the eaves, and collapsed again with a rumble. At this time, the three of them had already fallen to the ground. Huang Jianfei rolled and tried to slash the young man. The young man also rolled nimbly and directly overturned Huang Nanzhong's body, causing Huang Jianfei to throw the mouse. Huang Nanzhong kicked his hands and feet randomly, sometimes hitting the teenager, sometimes hitting Huang Jianfei, but he didn't have much power.
A dark yard, a chaotic scene. The teenager grabbed Huang Nanzhong by the hair and pulled him up. Huang Jianfei tried to rescue him. The teenager exchanged knives with him across Huang Nanzhong, then grabbed the old man's ear and dragged him to continue fighting with Huang Jianfei in the yard. There were several bloodstains on the old man's body in a blink of an eye, and then his ear was torn off, and the other ear was grabbed, and the shrill shouts echoed in the night sky.
Qu Longjun looked at Wen Shoubin, who was lying in a pool of blood, and was a little overwhelmed. She shrank her body, and a knight in the yard fled outside. Huangshan's hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed her. , and pushed towards the fighting scene surrounding Huang Nanzhong.
"Ah..." Qu Longjun cried, and Huang Nanzhong also cried. The cries of the old man and the girl merged together, and then became part of the chaos. Huangshan used the girl as a cover to kill the general towards the young man. Dancing and fighting in the dark. Suddenly, Qu Longjun's body shook and fell to the ground toward the front.
On the dark ground not far away, some people were struggling and screaming, and some people were still crawling forward with blood. Wen Shoubin opened his eyes, and there was no sound under the dark sky. After that, Huang Jianfei also fell in the fight, and his name was The strong man named Huangshan was knocked down and chopped in the ruins of the room...
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In the early morning, when the sky was the darkest, someone rushed out of this small yard on Pingrong Road in the south of Chengdu. This was the last surviving knight. He had already broken his courage and no longer had the courage to fight. Near the threshold, Yan Ying, who was covered in blood from his butt down, struggled to climb out. He knew that the Huaxia Army would come soon. At such a moment, he could not escape, but he hoped to stay away from the sudden murderer in the yard. juvenile.
Ning Ji chopped down Mount Huangshan in the ruins of the room. Inside and outside the yard, there were corpses and mutilations all over the floor. His eyes stayed on Yan Ying at the entrance of the courtyard for two seconds, and Qu Longjun and others on the ground also had a slight dizziness. stay.
The wounded in the room had already been buried. Even if they didn't die in the explosion of the grenade, they would have been smashed to death by the collapsed house. He walked towards the ruins and felt the things under his feet. Tiles, dragged out the medicine box from the pile of debris, and sat down.
He was also injured and tired, and needed bandaging and rest, but for a while, he didn't have the strength to do it.
At this time, he saw that the bodies of Qin Gang and Chen Wei were buried in the rubble beside them.
"Come for revenge, silly beep..." He cursed.
It's not yet dawn. It was also a long night for him.
At first, he was a little excited when he saw an enemy coming, but for him, even though he was good at killing, his parents' teaching never allowed him to indulge in killing. When things really become what is in front of him, he can't let his own temperament come. He has to carefully distinguish who is a good person and who is a bad person, and who should kill and who should not kill.
Speaking of which, apart from the private voyeurism in the past two months, this is the first time he has truly faced these Han Chinese enemies.
When the time comes, what are their thoughts? Will they be forgiven? Is it possible to persuade to communicate
After all, those obvious truths, when faced with outsiders, can they really deny it so confidently? Can people who can't beat Jurchen have so many different reasons? Don't they feel ashamed
If they were half ashamed, might they be able to persuade them to join the good guys? After all, they couldn't beat the Jurchen no matter what, and now someone can beat the Jurchen, and life here is not bad, they should join in...
He held back these many thoughts in his heart for more than two months, but he really wanted to express them. But what Huang Nanzhong, Yan Ying and others said made him feel unbelievable.
While observing the strength of everyone in the yard, he has also been thinking about this matter. In the end, he still wanted to understand. That was something my father used to say occasionally:
—Revolution is not a dinner party.
If everyone in the world can really be persuaded by their mouths, why do they need guns
He figured it out, and the doubts he had had for the past two months suddenly became clear. Since it is an enemy, whether it is a Jurchen or a Han, it is the same. The difference between good people and bad people may be the same everywhere.
He sat in the rubble, feeling the wound on his body. He should have started bandaging, but he seemed to have forgotten something. This emotion made him sit for a moment, and then came out of the ruins.
Qu Longjun fell to the ground and was slashed twice in the back. He looked at the "little bitch" who had been peeping for two months, and was confused as to whether she should be considered a good person or a bad person.
He crouched down and opened the medicine cabinet...
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In a daze, it seemed that someone called her, but that was not her name, it was an extremely incomprehensible name.
"Little bitch," said the voice, "...you look like a dead fish."
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Night opened his eyes.
A little morning mist rolled up in the sky, Chengdu City, the dawn of July 21st is coming.
Yao Shubin and others sat under the big tree in front of the temple to rest; in the prison, the wounded martial arts master Wang Xiangfo was wrapped into a zongzi; Du Sha sat on the high wall and watched the dawn in the east; People in the ministry yawned and drank a cup of hot tea; people living on Yingbin Road yawned.
A team of members of the Huaxia Army grabbed the fleeing knights and arrived at the small yard that was in ruins. Then they saw the wounded who were stabbed on the buttocks and whimpered in a low voice. The little military doctor stuck his head out and shouted: "Help save people! I'm bleeding to death..." This was also the scene throughout the night.
In countless corners, countless dusts rise and fall in the wind, forming this noise.
The city is about to usher in a new dynamism during the day. This long and chaotic night is coming to an end...