At the same time—

The snow fell and fell in a courtyard of red bricks and black tiles.

Bang bang bang!

Fat Guo Gang crackled in his room.

Dad Guo Jianxin shouted to him: "What are you holding upside down, demolishing the house? It's past ten o'clock, hurry up and go to bed!"

"Leave me alone, you go to sleep first!"

In the room, the fat man was shirtless, trying to put two thin iron sheets nailed up and put them on the fat body.

As a fierce general who has followed Chen Tianlang for many years, Guo Fatzi knows his weakness, that is, he is too fat and slow, so he is trying to make a set of guarantees so that he can withstand the most serious injuries.

The fat man likes to watch martial arts movies, and he once watched a video in the video hall, called, with a deep memory.

Especially the big villain in it can't be killed no matter how he fights, cut a mark with a knife and prick a white spot with a gun, this is the "iron cloth shirt" kung fu of super bull fork.

Guo Fatzi knew that he couldn't practice this kind of iron cloth shirt kung fu in his life, but this did not prevent him from using his brain to make a whole set of iron cloth shirts to wear on his body.

The fat man bought the two thin iron sheets from the scrapyard and spent him two cents a piece, and then he borrowed a nail gun from Xiao Zhang, a neighbor who was doing the renovation, and nailed the two thin iron sheets together with rivets. It is rolled into a package and can be opened and closed.

At this moment, the fat man put the iron cloth shirt on his body, and then looked in the mirror, thinking it was good, but he didn't know what the effect was.

The fat man opened the drawer where he had hidden his private goods, and there was a mess in the drawer, including popping candy, glass balls, leftover fruit pill peels, discarded keys, picked up thin wires, nail clippers, folding knives, etc.

The fat man took out the folding knife, and then used the tip of the knife to his belly, no, it should be the iron belly to try, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he pricked it down.

The knife didn't go in.

Effective!

The fat man was pleasantly surprised.

Then he heard a crisp whistle coming from outside.

Well, it's time to sort!

……

It's a messy room.

Dirty clothes and socks were casually placed on chairs and thrown on the floor.

The walls of the room are covered with oversized colorful posters, almost all of which are of Hong Kong martial arts star Bruce Lee.

On the poster, Bruce Lee's muscles are tense, his eyes are wide open, and he is holding a nunchuck in both hands, full of evil spirit.

Wang Lei Wang Shi lay on the ground, stretched out his hand and pulled out a wooden box from under the bed, opened it and saw that there was a nunchuck inside.

This was bought by him at a stall with the family's money in the past, and his mother beat him with the soles of his shoes for this.

At that time, the stone admired Bruce Lee very much, and also liked to learn from Bruce Lee to play nunchucks, and play decently.

But once when he was playing with a stick, he opened the door of his classmate's head, and the other party's parents came to the door, making them restless.

In a fit of rage, Wang Shishi's father threw Wang Shi's nunchuck into the small river outside.

No one knew that Wang Shishi had to touch the entire river in order to get the nunchucks out, and he almost lost his life.

In the end, this nunchuck was fished up by him, but unfortunately, he could no longer play openly, so Wang Shishi could only find time to practice secretly.

But tonight, he took the nunchuck out again.

Stroking the place where the rust began to grow on the nunchuck, Wang Shishi smiled: "Man, you are going to come out again tonight!"

Outside, a loud whistle sounded.

……

Inside the tool room.

He Dayong took a big hammer and tried his strength, Nima, it's heavy enough.

This is a sledgehammer used to smash the wall when demolishing the house, weighing one or twenty pounds.

Why He Dayong likes to use such a heavy weapon is because he learned a classical Chinese when he was in school, and his name is called. Although he couldn't understand this piece of classical Chinese, it didn't prevent him from listening to the teacher's story.

The teacher said that this article was written about Xin Lingjun, with the help of a warrior named Zhu Hai, who stole the tiger talisman and saved Zhao Guo.

Of course, for He Dayong, these are not the point, the point is that this guy named Zhu Hai is too bullish, holding a sledgehammer of more than forty catties, Niu B's can't do it, even a tiger is not afraid, and he can kill the enemy with a hammer.

Later, He Dayong watched a series filmed in Hong Kong again. In this play, there is a guy who assassinated Qin Shi Huang, and the weapon is also a sledgehammer, but unfortunately the first emperor was not killed in Bolangsha, but He Dayong once again fell in love with the weapon of the sledgehammer.

Dare to fight the tiger with one hand, and dare to pull the emperor off the horse, this kind of man is called a real man, a real warrior.

He Dayong felt that since he had the word "brave" in his name, he had to be a warrior like Zhu Hai.

If you want to be a warrior, you must use the weapon that only warriors use, which is the sledgehammer.

"It's up to you to exert your power tonight!" Not afraid, not timid, He Dayong carried a hammer, but was full of indescribable excitement.

Outside, a whistle sounded.

……

Qi Dabing was also very excited.

Counting up, Qi Dabing followed Chen Tianlang the latest, but this did not prevent Chen Tianlang from respecting and trusting him, not only making him the person in charge of the game hall, but also making him the director of the garment factory workshop. The most important thing is that Chen Tianlang told him that people must learn to be motivated, and only in this way can you become a real human being.

Therefore, Qi Dabing was very convinced and loyal to Chen Tianlang.

Now Chen Tianlang's career is getting bigger and bigger, and many places have to use his brain and learn. But the weakness of the Qi soldiers is that they don't like to study. Many times, he prefers to do things with his fists.

It's a pity that there are so few things around him that can let him use his fists now, and he has forgotten how long he hasn't fought, and even his fists are about to grow turtle hair.

In the past, it was a big fight every three days and a small fight every two days, but now it is a fight between people who can only sit in front of the TV and watch TV dramas.

But the fights in the TV series are not real at all, like the Hong Kong martial arts dramas broadcast on TV now, the martial arts design in it is too unreal.

Wan Ziliang's "Lu Xiaofeng" can fly down from the cliff, and his "Lingxi One Finger" is even more powerful than Dali Duan's "One Yang Finger".

Even the blind "Hua Manlou" is also a martial arts master, and he can catch a kite that flies away when he flies...... Also, isn't it "Ouyang Ke" who plays Hua Manlou? turned around and became a good person.

However, these still can't stop Qi Dabing's liking for this drama, sitting in front of the TV every night, not playing a single episode.

At this moment, the theme song sung by Jenny for this play sounded on the TV-

Facing the breeze, soaring and laughing

The gentlemen in the world know each other and take me to chase my dreams

Fly high with him, there is vitality, and people rush to the sun

There is no grief with him, and I bathe in the spring breeze lightly

The tigers in the world are in the fire of the world, and they are smiling at the hoe

Help me break through a thousand levels with a snap of my fingers and take me to chase my dreams

Ahh

Ah, hero, please leave me with my dreams......

Qi Dabing liked this drama very much, so he also liked this song, but at this moment, a whistle sounded outside.

Qi Dabing got up from the TV without hesitation, then came to open the drawer under the TV cabinet, took out a pair of "finger tigers" for fighting from inside, put it on his hand and tried his strength, and said with a cruel smile: "Grass, finally some have hit!"

No way, he prefers to fight rather than watch TV.

……

Outside, Chen Tianlang was wearing a thick military coat, ignoring the snowflakes falling on him, leaning on his 28th permanent bicycle, watching more and more people gather around him.

Guo Fatzi came, riding a bicycle and wearing iron armor.

Wang Shi came, riding a bicycle and carrying a nunchuck.

He Dayong came, riding a bicycle with a sledgehammer in the back of the car.

Qi soldiers came, riding bicycles and fingering tigers.

The wild bull is coming,

The buns are coming,

And many, many people came.

Count them, and there are no less than fifty.

All on bicycles and with their own weapons. They stood proudly in the snow with solemn expressions and no fear, like a team ready to go.

Looking at these familiar and young faces, Chen Tianlang didn't say anything, just turned around and rode on the car, waved his hand, and set off!

Snow.

Chen Tianlang and his entourage rode bicycles, and the black-pressed convoy broke through the cold wind, braved the heavy snow, and rushed away.

In this era,

In this galloping era,

In this fiery era,

Even the icy snow can't suppress the boiling blood.

At this moment—

The snow is drifting, the blood is burning.