Feng Dayan handed over the Japanese katana, Yang Stick didn't even look at it, pouted and said: "There are no two or two sinking things, girls use them, don't take advantage of them!" ”

The big one was going to pull off the broad-bladed machete from his back, and let Yang stick hold down his arm, saying that he called this a bully, and as soon as he got started, he knocked the devil's guy away, what a stumbling person!

After touching it, Yang Bangzi's eyes lit up! At a glance, you can see the objects in the hands of the lively militia! I went up and pulled it over, and I gestured twice, hey! I put my hand together!

This is a jujube wood pole, goose egg thickness, two meters long, after the fire paint coated with tung oil, used for many years, the ash rod has become black oil. This is the townsfolk who helped to carry the stronghold, and the two militiamen were originally carrying ammunition boxes, but when they heard that Balu was going to duel with the devils, they looked lively with sticks.

The big one doesn't understand how to pick and choose, the good guy doesn't need it, why do you still pull the root and pick the bar out? stabbed Lao Feng beside him and asked if he could see any doorway?

Lao Feng smiled and said, "Don't you understand, right?" This pick bar is more resistant than the flat burden, the tenacity is enough, all pick more than 100 years old jujube trees, choose the horizontal branches on the sunny side, repeatedly over-roasted, soaked in water and oil, it is said to have to be 18 times! When I was a child, I saw the one who made this pole, and it took two months to make one, and after doing it, I also put incense on the flat god! ”

"Isn't that even if you haode pick a bar, it's also wood? Can you still beat the sword? The big one looked disdainful.

"You kid is a big man, not a brain! Why is Yang Bangzi called Yang Bangzi! Ponder ponder! Lao Feng patted the back of the big man's head, the big man covered his head and checked it, and after a while, he looked suddenly enlightened and grinned.

The big one thought he understood, and it was far from it! How did he know that Yang Bangzi had been associated with this pick bar since he was eleven or twelve years old! The family was poor, and Yang Stick and his father rented the landlord's land when he was a child, and he relied on the dock and the coal kiln to work as a porter, and he worked hard to earn back some chewing and wrapping, and the guy who picked the bar was the guy who ate.

There is another thing that no one else knows, even the fifth son who tied up Yang Bangzi, when he was engaged in the purging of anti-rectification materials, did not find out the secret of Yang Bangzi. It's a secret, but it's actually a pretty good story.

There is a broken temple on the side of the village of Yang Bangzi's house, and the temple does not know which life to come to a monk who wants to eat, and there is no incense in this broken temple, so he simply picks up and picks up and lives, no one knows the origin of the monk, the monk himself said that he is a wandering monk, and the people are also kind, what farm work will be, and he will see a headache and brain fever, and soon get along well with the people in the village.

The children in the village are rare monks from outside, and they always run around when they have nothing to do, and they are familiar with this monk when they come and go, and Yang Bangzi is the first to be familiar.

The farm work in the field was over, and Yang Bangzi ran to the broken temple to help the monk do some chores, and the monk should be rewarded to the little guy to tell the little guy about Yue, the Yang family, and something. There is also an allusion to say that the monk likes this child, saying that once Yang Stick was tired and lay down on the bluestone slab to sleep, and the monk came out of the house, he was startled.

Later, when this matter spread to the village, the villagers told the monks about the two officers guarding the door when Yang Bangzi was born, and the magpie on the house to block the rain, and the monk liked this child even more, saying that this is a reincarnation.

The monk sometimes went out to turn his fate away for ten days and half a month, and then handed over the broken temple to Yang Bangzi to take care of. When he was nine years old, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yang Bangzi's mother asked the monk to send a steamed pumpkin and a bowl of red rice, as well as the dried sweet potato shochu that his father brought back.

In the temple, there are just this old and young, eating steamed pumpkin and red rice, and the old monk sipping a little wine, and before he knows it, the moon is in the sky. The monk was interested, and looked at no stranger except Xiao Yang's stick, standing in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, fists and shooting stars, kicking and kicking, ho! It's time to hit the hook!

Yang Bangzi is dazzled! The monk is also dancing in high spirits! Seeing that his body was shaking, he struck with his palm, and he actually broke the huge bluestone slab! Then he took a leap, and the person was already on the roof ridge more than a foot high!

Now Yang Stick opened his eyes, and when the monk came down, he slammed his head on the ground and called the master! The monk had the intention of accepting him as an apprentice, took the child with him, and explained to the parents the meaning of accepting the apprentice, Yang Bangzi's parents are poor people, I heard that the child should pass on martial arts, naturally happy, that year and month to learn some martial arts to defend themselves!

In the past few years, under the teaching of monks, Yang Bangzi has practiced both inside and outside, and has practiced good kung fu, but he respects the master's strict order that he is not allowed to show his skills, but no one knows about learning martial arts.

The hometown suffered a disaster, and there was a plague, Yang Bangzi's family died several people at once, the old monk was busy helping the villagers, but also infected with typhoid fever, a sick can't afford to be sick, before he died, he told Yang Bangzi that he used to be the head of the Shanpu Battalion in the eight camps of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and his family was lost in the military disaster, so he left home to become a traveling monk.

The 36-style wrestling handed down by the monk has long been lost on the rivers and lakes, in fact, it is not extinct, and the apprentice must take the right path and pass on the mastery of the ancestors of the Han people.

After burying the master, Yang Bangzi went to Pingxiang and became a miner, and then he followed Lao Peng with Zhuangding. In the years when I was a miner, there was no other guy available, so I figured out how to combine the internal and external skills taught by the master with the help of day and night.

So don't think that Yang stick doesn't choose a knife or a gun, and he chooses a stick to come out and will be a devil, that's despising devils, wrong! This is the master who wants to make the little devil learn for a while in his life!

Carrying a pole on his shoulders, bare-chested, and his hands on the stick, Yang Stick looked at Squadron Leader Oshima who was kneeling on the ground with a grin.

Oshima had been slowly wiping the knife with a handkerchief and a fine white cloth, and slowly sprinkled it with water, and when he had done this, he put the knife back into its scabbard and placed it flat on the ground, and then he stood up, facing east, clasped his hands together, and muttered a long list of devilish words in his mouth.

The big one looked confused again, and said that the little devil was really ink, and it was the same mother! Whispered to Lao Feng, did the little devil chant a mantra? Lao Feng glanced at the big one, and said with a smile: "What a spell!" The little devil prays! ”

I don't understand what a prayer is, anyway, I was laughed at and hurt my face, and I didn't want to ask any more and turned my head to look at the two people in the field.

After praying, his hands struck three palms on his chest, Oshima took a deep breath, and after exhaling slowly, he picked up the knife and slowly pulled out the war knife, the scabbard was thrown behind him, the left foot was in front, the right foot was in the back, the T-step stood firm, the head of the knife was facing down, and he stared at Yang Stick with his eyes squinted, and shouted in his mouth: "どんどん来いよ!" ”

Yang Bangzi smiled and turned his head and asked Lao Feng, what is this nonsense! Lao Feng shouted: "Let you go!" "I understand the little devil's call! Yang Bangzi put down the pole on his shoulder, held the head of the stick with one hand, and the other end of the stick hung down to the ground, still with a smile on his face, but his mouth was closed!

Oshima's sword is not a unified standard officer sword issued by the Japanese army, but a bushido inherited by his own family, which is more than a foot longer than an ordinary sword, reaching 3 feet 9 inches, this kind of large sword was used for horse cavalry in Japan in the past.

Yang Bangzi glanced at this knife is unusual, the dark flowers and light patterns on the knife body are shining in the sun, this love in my heart, I can't wait to snatch it and play it twice.

The two of them on the field did not move at all, and everyone outside the field was holding their breath, silent! At this moment, a dense number of gunshots were heard in the distance to the west, and whispers surged in waves in the compound that had been surprisingly quiet just now.

Oshima also heard the movement, and his mood that had been stagnant suddenly fluctuated, and he judged that it was the third squad and the engineer squadron of the Tsumaguan that heard the sound of guns and cannons in Kawaguchi Town and returned to help. They have a field radio there, and they will definitely report it to the wing headquarters of the horse post.

If this is the case, the rescue team of the wing can arrive here in an hour at the earliest, as long as they confront the eight-way in front of them and delay for a while, maybe they and the captured soldiers can still have a glimmer of hope of survival.

Thinking like this, the edge of the knife pointing to the ground in his hand slowly moved upward, and the tip of the knife pointed towards the eight roads, making a move to guard the portal.

He wants to drag it out, but Yang Bangzi doesn't do it! I saw that the little devil heard the gunshots in the west and his eyes were rolling, and he thought to himself, you still want to wait for someone to save you! Dream on you!

Say it's too late, then it's too soon! The low-hanging pole in his hand suddenly shook violently, and the whole stick from the bottom to the top was like a poisonous snake with its head up, and the head of the stick was like a snake head spitting letters, as fast as lightning striking the devil's face!

Oshima was still thinking about his own people who had fallen on the horse, and the head of the stick had already arrived in front of him, so he didn't have time to think about it, raised his arms up, clenched the handle of the knife, and went to pick up the incoming stick. He would never have imagined that his allies were going in the opposite direction at this moment!

The gunfire in the valley of the Fallen Maguan was indeed the movement of the third squad of the Oshima squadron and the engineer squadron. But it's not here to rescue the Kawaguchi stronghold, so Yang Bangzi guessed correctly! He wanted to escape back to the horse post and was ambushed by the new second division.

The third squad wanted to return to the stronghold, but Captain Naono of the engineer squadron resolutely disagreed, on the grounds that if the Eighth Route dared to besiege the stronghold, it would not take the initiative to attack in broad daylight without a thousand people, and most of the squadron in his hands was composed of Koreans, plus a squad of about 50 people, and he would be sent to death if he went.

What's more, what the Eighth Route is best at is encircling the point to send reinforcements, and Naono, who had been in the combat unit for several years, had suffered this kind of loss several times, so after observing it with a telescope for a while, he used the field radio to contact the headquarters of the wing of the horse post and reported the attack on the Kawaguchi stronghold. A few minutes later, the wing ordered them to carry the road repair tools and retreat to the horse post at full speed.

As soon as they crossed the hill of the Fallen Horse Pass and descended the road down a slope that winded through the valley, the entire army was wrapped in countless bullets coming from the shadows, and with the flash and smoke of the grenade explosion, Naono was shot in the abdomen desperately trying to bring the panicked troops together.

It's a pity that the Goryeo sticks are not Japanese soldiers under the influence of bushido, as soon as the guns rang out, they threw off the cart and the weapons in their hands, and fled like scattered ducks! Thanks to the desperate resistance of the soldiers of the 3rd Squad and the Japanese engineers, the seriously wounded Captain Naono was able to break out of the encirclement.

The new second division resolved the battle in more than ten minutes, killing more than 40 devils, including a squad leader, capturing 5 wounded devils, and more than 60 North Korean sappers, some of whom ran faster than rabbits, and really didn't have time to catch them.

Many of the guns seized had not even been bolted, let alone put a bullet. The second vulture looked at the dejected North Korean devil, went up to look at a soldier's face and smacked it, and scolded in his mouth! "it! If you don't let go of a shot, you're going to shoot! Bear-like! ”

The two vultures led the captives and pulled carts full of guns, ammunition and supplies, and withdrew to Kawaguchi Town. He didn't expect that the show in this stronghold would just start!

After a few rounds, Yang Stick didn't even find a flaw in the other party! The pick-up bar in his hand went up and down three times, all of which were opened by the devil, and the strange thing is that the devil did not take the initiative to attack once except for the left and right blocks, and the long knife in his hand was always standing in front of him.

The gunfire in the west gradually stopped, and Yang Bangzi saw that the face of the devil on the other side obviously turned to ashes. There were small beads of sweat on his sideburns, his eyelids trembled slightly, and Yang Bangzi said in his heart, the opportunity has come! The little devil is confused!