Chapter 1: Fumio Funakoshi's Chinese military account

"In 1900, the 32nd year of the Meiji era, I was ordered by the War Department to enter China with the army. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Originally, I was a ronin, and it stands to reason that I should not have participated in such a military operation. However, the generals of the War Department said that after studying and deciding, they would let you go. So I came to China. The moment I received the reply, I recited two lines of poetry on the spot..........."

-- "Chronicles of the Chinese Front", Fumio Funakoshi

When he was ordered by the bigwigs of the War Department to come to China to participate in the war, Fumio Funakoshi was already in his thirties. When he was young, it was the time when the Downfall and the Restorationists were in the dark. Uncles in their thirties who came from the old times were not like young people who had been brainwashed by the spirit of bushido, and Fumio Funakoshi did not have the so-called samurai temperament, nor did he have any special respect for the emperor. For most of Japan's history, the emperor was just a puppet. In a private conversation between Fumio Funakoshi and his friends, they agreed that the situation had not changed much and that the warlords, like the conglomerates, had set the emperor in the air.

After more than ten years of reform, the country's strength has become stronger, but the life of the people does not seem to have changed much. Expropriation and brutal repression, the sale of children and daughters by the poor can be seen everywhere. Even though Japan won the Sino-Japanese War a few years ago, the situation in Japan was still the same. By brutally exploiting the Koreans, Japan's economy has become a little better. However, there will come a time when the dividends of this war will be eaten up, and when that day comes, what will become of Japan?

Fumio Funakoshi is very pessimistic about this, he was born in a samurai family, and he has seen the misery of the people at the bottom, but he can't do anything about it. He was outraged by the brutality of the corporations and warlords, but could not come up with a better way to govern the country. As he got older, he had come to terms with the reality. Anyway, the world is so dark and brutal, since it is unfortunate, then look forward to the next life.

With this belief, he followed the first wave of troops to Tianjin, China. Tianjin was the largest port city in northern China at this time, located in the Bohai Bay, close to the city of Beijing. However, if you are serious, Tianjin is considered a concession at this time, and it is difficult to define whether it is not Chinese territory or not.

In Tianjin, Fumio Funakoshi saw for the first time the brutality of foreigners, a kind of brutality that treats the people of other countries as birth. The Japanese police and military are also brutal, but that's still an act between humans. Compared with the behavior of those foreigners, the Japanese army, which has strict military discipline, can be called cute.

He then witnessed the end of the Battle of Tianjin. In the offensive and defensive battle of Zizhuyuan, he led the sword drawing team to fight with Zhang Decheng's army, but was defeated............ After seeing Zhang Decheng's world-beating force to flatten everything in front of him, he naturally thought that he would be able to fight against foreigners in order to practice martial arts to an immeasurable level.

Then, in the Battle of Langfang, he watched the Germans, Russians, Americans, and the Japanese being beaten into meat sauce in waves in front of barbed wire and heavy machine-gun positions. At this time, Fumio Funakoshi began to reflect. Even if he is as strong as Zhang Decheng, he will inevitably be defeated and die. And the coalition forces that defeated Zhang Decheng were killed by heavy machine guns and the corpses were scattered all over the field. Could it be that what can save the world will be a stronger weapon of murder?

With a confused mind, Fumio Funakoshi reflected on what he had seen and learned in his life in Tianjin, and when he was most depressed, he met his lifelong friend, Huo Yuanjia, who lived in seclusion in the Tianjin Concession. In the northern martial arts of this world, Huo Yuanjia's reputation is not very good. Huo Yuanjia is tall and has natural divine power, and when he was young, he couldn't put it away freely, and every time he competed with others, he killed and disabled his opponent. In this way, the wind review is naturally impossible to be good.

One is a Chinese grandmaster, and the other is a Japanese boxer. The two hit it off at first sight in the city of Tianjin, learned from each other, and completed a lot of martial arts concepts together.

"Mr. Funakoshi, what is the strongest punch in the world?" Huo Yuanjia's eldest disciple Chen Zhen asked.

"The strongest punch?" Fumio Funakoshi liked this smart and clever kid very much, and squatted down and asked, "Do you want to learn the strongest fist in the world?" ”

"Hmm!" Chen Zhen nodded vigorously.

"But what do you want to learn the strongest fist for?"

"Of course, it's to take down the enemy!"

"Chen Zhen," Fumio Funakoshi replied, "the best way to defeat the enemy is not with fists, but with pistols." ”

"This ..............", Chen Zhen, who was only six years old, turned his head and looked at the master in confusion.

"Haha. Funakoshi, you're instilling in people everywhere that your martial arts training is just about strengthening your body. Huo Yuanjia laughed, "However, in this world, the ultimate thing that can decide everything is force." ”

"Mr. Huo, I admire your martial arts very much, but this concept is not applicable to the current era." Fumio Funakoshi said: "The disagreement between you and me, relying on the fact that there is no way to distinguish the superior, I will not argue with you." ”

"Oh, so do you want to fight me?"

"Heh," Fumio Funakoshi chuckled, "Even if you decide the winner, it doesn't mean anything." In a world where white people dominate everything, there are many problems that we need to solve, and not just martial arts. ”

Huo Yuanjia heard the strings and knew what he meant, and said in surprise: "Are you leaving?" ”

"Yes," Fumio Funakoshi said, "The military headquarters has ordered me to return to Japan to report on my work, and I don't know when I will see you again." ”

Huo Yuanjia was silent for a while, and said, "After Brother Funakoshi returns to Japan, he wants to compile a new killing method for your country's army?" ”

"Although this is what I mean, Mr. Huo, when you say this, it seems that you have a big opinion on me."

"I just think that in the future, the soldiers of your country will use this method to kill Chinese, and I just feel uncomfortable."

"Just upset?" Fumio Funakoshi said with a smile: "I see the murderous aura surging in your eyes, this is a murderous machine, right?" ”

Huo Yuanjia stopped talking, clasping his hands in front of his chest, but the killing machine had already locked Funakoshi Fumio. Maybe in the next moment, there will be an earth-shattering blow.

"I thought Mr. Huo didn't agree with the current Manchu court."

"I'm a Chinese after all." Huo Yuanjia said lightly: "If Mr. Funakoshi doesn't give an explanation, I'm afraid that I will inevitably have to do it today." ”