"Boom ......"

A violent explosion rang out, and the young man in civilian clothing shrank into the corner. The smell of gunpowder smoke and dust made people lose their sense of smell and sight.

The man in the corner of the wall kept his arms in his mouth and nose so that he could suck in the hot gas mixed with dust and gunsmoke, which was the smell of war.

This is one of the most famous tourist spots in the north of Nanjing, where the Qixia Mountain Scenic Area is located. From the top of the mountain at an altitude of 200 meters, you can see the Yangtze River that curves here, and you can see the other side of the river.

For people on this side of the mountain, that side is a sign of life and safety.

The smoke had dispersed slightly from the ruins, and those of us who had cowered in the corners had bounced up like springs. Through the smoke of the explosion, he glared at his tear-filled eyes reddened by gunpowder smoke and glanced out.

The person who spoke was young, pretty, or almost pretty. Because using the word pretty to describe a man is not a good habit. But he was so beautiful that even his eyelashes curled upwards in a nice arc, and if it weren't for the explosive nature, he would have been kicked in the ass by the women.

"Look, a big man, his beard is not prosperous and he is so beautiful!"

The young man is only 20 years old, and he doesn't have the shaggy beard stubble of ordinary youth. The big eyes on the white face, although I dare not say that the eyes are like stars, but the watery ones make people feel quite bright. Don't say anything else, if Jin Tao sees it, he will definitely say that this young man is too "motherly".

However, when our current protagonist moves, no one says.

His head crept out of the rubble, and his nimble eyes looked around. Then he shrank back to where he had hidden, and pricked up his ears to listen.

Even though we only observed him for a few seconds, we were able to show that he was a tough guy. The nimble hands and feet and the alert reaction show that he is a guy who understands Chinese kung fu. The bright eyes also indicate that he has practiced qigong in Chinese kung fu.

There are many people who laugh at Qigong, but no one laughs at yoga or meditation, as the Yankees often say. In fact, compared with China's internal strength, they are far behind. But the blame is not on those foreigners, but on some Chinese.

One is a god stick, and the other is a person who has deified qigong. This does not include the authors of martial arts novels, because martial arts novels, like magic in Europe and the United States, are nothing more than successful. People fairy tales.

But China's internal strength can make people adjust their bodies to the best state. This is the same as taking a deep breath during battle, using mental motivation to partially control the internal operation of one's body.

The eyes are bright and the water color is clear, which is the level of internal skill training to a certain extent. If you have the opportunity to go to the Taoist temples and monasteries of some famous mountains and rivers to meet those unknown monks, there are many such people.

"I'm waiting for you!"

This is not in line with the statement of a person with internal strength, but our protagonist did not say this sentence, he was just ruthless in his heart, and vowed in his heart to let the little devils in front of him see the ruthlessness of real Chinese kung fu.

Chinese kung fu often pays attention to both internal and external cultivation, and the so-called internal not only has internal strength, but also has internal martial virtues. But I believe that any man with blood in his heart will do the same thing as the young man in front of him when he sees the scene in the small village in front of him.

This is exactly in line with the martial virtues of Chinese kung fu - helping the weak to serve the strong, eliminating violence and peace!

While his heart was furious, his face was pressed against the wall, and his gaze slipped out along the wall. On the streets of the small village, the spearheads of the devils are getting closer and closer. The young man turned his face and searched the room. Pity this ruined building, which belongs to an honest peasant. In addition to farm tools, there is really nothing at home? br/>

However, this was difficult for the young man who knew kung fu, as soon as he reached out and took a sickle, the other hand was about to pick up half a brick in the ground.

There is a way that no matter how high the martial arts are, you are afraid of bricks!

Try the steel edge of the scythe with your fingers, and the long sword-like eyebrows have the meaning of wrinkling, but I probably remembered what my father taught. Taishan, a martial arts practitioner, collapsed in front of him, and his face did not change his color, and the sword eyebrows definitely did not move.

The scythe then pulled a few flowers in his hand and tested the weight. Those who don't understand will think he's putting on a show when they see it, and those who understand know that they have tried their strength, and they will go down all at once and cut off their heads.

The ingenuity of Chinese kung fu is much deeper than that of little devils. After all, 5,000 years of culture and countless people's research can reach that level, but it is a pity that China has always encountered some mediocre kings who shout "benevolence" in their heels, but do everything for the people.

In the long history of China, there are only a few such eras, such as the rule of Wenjing and the rule of detectives. And this is probably the reason why those mountain masters are unwilling to show their heads and contribute to the country and the nation.

It's like talking about the object, if you don't love me, should I only love you?

But now, what the beautiful young man does is nothing more than what a Chinese man, a man who understands Chinese kung fu, would do. As for the reason, look at his surroundings, and see how this makes the Chinese, so that the Chinese men will be humiliated forever until they have no revenge!

The woman died ****** in the ground, and beside the dissected abdomen, there was a child with an umbilical cord curled up in the mother's womb, which had dried up and smelled even in the cold winter.

The young man didn't turn his face away, he didn't want to look again, he just clenched his teeth. His eyes followed the wall, looking at the devil soldiers who were getting closer and closer. At least he is a man who is not afraid of devils, and at least he is a person who has the ability to protect himself.

So who is he?

Zhou Zhonghua, a son of a martial arts family in Cangzhou, Hebei. is the eldest son of the Zhou family of Cangzhou Iron Hand, and he began morning chicken night leakage training at the age of 4. By the age of 18, the iron sand palm in his hand was already able to split the bull's head with one palm. Grabbing, dividing tendons and wrong bones, and breaking the neck of the nine styles are all proficient.

He was 18 years old and less than this year, it was 1935, as the eldest son of the iron hand Zhou family, who had a thousand acres of fertile land and was preparing to cope with the study abroad examination, he resolutely put pen to paper and belonged to the Second Regiment of the Chinese Military Police of the Nanjing Military Police Headquarters. Because of the training of Chinese kung fu since childhood, he is superior in military training.

However, in the black ink-like Kuomintang army, a figure like him was only a small squad leader. It was not until the beginning of the Battle of Nanjing that he was temporarily promoted to platoon commander and led a platoon to fight against the enemy.

The only thing Zhou Zhonghua is proud of now is that he has two classes with a total of 14 brothers. They were only here today to search for some food, and he didn't want to be like those refugees waiting in the Qixia Temple just waiting for the relief of the abbot of Feng.

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The corners of Zhou Zhonghua's mouth twitched slightly, he wanted to express his disdain, but he must have remembered his father's admonition, and he restrained his light enemy at any time.

The two devil spearheads, at this time on both sides of the road, advanced in an almost equal manner. He knew that such cooperation was usually not done well by the Kuomintang soldiers. Because no one wants to die first, and no one wants to be cannon fodder.

Because of the country. People. The party's management model, which attaches importance to "ideology" and likes slogans, will inevitably create management results from top to bottom and no respect for any profession.

According to the level of training and study, he Zhou Zhonghua is more than enough to be a company commander. It's a pity that the reality in ** determines the inevitability of all this. But Zhou Zhonghua didn't feel regretful, he thought that he was just doing his duty as a Chinese man, and it was also the reason why his father named him "Zhonghua".

Seeing that the two little devils were only a few steps away from him, Zhou Zhonghua, who was squatting on the ground and curled up in a ball, waited for a few more seconds. Judging that the two guys arrived in front of him, he checked the cyan brick in his hand, his body spun violently in place, and the brick in his hand flew out without even aiming at it while standing.

The two devil veterans in front of him were obviously startled by the slight noise he made when he stood up. The 38 big cover in his hand turned around, and he looked like he wanted to fire.

However, everything is night!

"Smack"

The cyan half-cut brick, thrown twice as fast as an ordinary person, hit the door of the devil soldier on the other side of the road, who was far away from Zhou Zhonghua. The bricks that Ping Ping flew over slapped his face flat at once. Another devil soldier, the rifle in his hand had not yet been leveled, and he only felt a flash of black light with some kind of screaming in front of him, and his head had left his neck.

The two dead bodies fell to the ground silently, but Zhou Zhonghua in the ruins did not go out. Instead, he carried his scythe, which was still dripping blood, and immediately began to move. Deal with little devils, you can't be smart!

In the process of doing all this, he can be called a beautiful face, without the slightest expression.

Don't be surprised, don't be happy, don't be angry, don't worry, don't be afraid, don't be anxious, and the master of kung fu is also! But his words still show the characteristics of his youth.

"Little devil, if you want to go to Lord Yama to tell Lao Tzu, remember, your name is Zhou Zhonghua!"