How Song Xiongfang died, Huzi still remembers it truly, he can't forget it. He still remembered the Jin Ge Iron Horse that came out of Song Xiongfang's mouth, which made his blood boil and he couldn't help himself.

Song Xiongfang was originally the sentry officer of the Shengjing General's Jiesheng Mabu Battalion, and he was the first to graduate from the Tianjin Martial Arts Academy, and he was the champion of martial arts. In the summer of the twentieth year of Guangxu, Song Xiongfang's unit was ordered to ambush the Japanese army that landed at Incheon, North Korea. At first, he achieved remarkable results, shooting and killing several Japanese officers and generals, but then the battalion officers who were supposed to set up an ambush not far away to attack the Japanese positions disappeared. The officers and soldiers of Song Xiongfang's outpost were besieged, and by virtue of their geographical advantages, they bravely killed the enemy several times, and finally the whole army was wiped out, and none of them survived.

It can be said that in the Sino-Japanese War of the First Sino-Japanese War, the first shot was fired by Song Xiongfang, and the first battle was fought by Song Xiongfang. And the reason why so many lives were lost in this battle is not due to others, but to the battalion officer who escaped from the battle and was greedy for life and afraid of death. The battalion officer treated them as outcasts who delayed time, just so that he could run for his life.

The battalion officer was indeed surnamed that back then, Huzi recalled it after thinking about it carefully, and Song Xiongfang did bring such a mouth when he was telling at that time. Huzi sincerely admired Song Xiongfang and those soldiers who did not retreat, and at the same time, he really looked down on the battalion officer who escaped from the battle.

Song Xiongfang has a grudge against that battalion officer, not only a personal grudge and a life and death feud, but also a national enmity and a family hatred! If the battalion officer hadn't escaped from the battle, the officers and soldiers under Song Xiongfang's tent would not have just died; If the battalion officer had not escaped from the battle, the Japanese, who had not yet gained a firm foothold, would inevitably suffer heavy losses, and even if it was a disastrous victory, it would have been the prestige of the first battle.

It's really an undying hatred, drenched in blood.

"Isn't Lao Maozi gone?" Li Lintang said with a bitter face, "The green battalion has also been integrated into the new army, and the deployment of the city has been taken over by them. As soon as he entered the city today, the battalion officer came over on horseback in his official uniform. As soon as the two of them met, Lao Song directly took away. I was going to rush up, but fortunately I was quick and held him down and brought him back. ”

"This world ...... It's a little too small. Mr. Peng sighed, and could only say such a sentence.

"Not small!" Listening to Zhao Shankun's voice, it was still Song Xiongfang who spoke, "It stands to reason that Changtu Mansion is also under the jurisdiction of General Shengjing, and this Narong was originally the battalion officer of our department, but now that it has been restructured, it is really suitable to be arranged to a prefecture as the head of the new army." ”

Huzi was a little puzzled: "Why hasn't the one named Narong escaped from the battle yet beheaded for public display?" ”

It is a great crime to be a deserter, and those who escape from the battle, regardless of officers and soldiers, should be beheaded according to the law. If it is a big mistake, it will implicate family members. This Na Rong has indeed been demoted from a battalion official to a superintendent of a government, but he is still an official and does not seem to be affected at all.

"Huzi, you are still a child's idea." Song Xiongfang said this sentence through Zhao Shankun's mouth, which seemed a little funny, "Narong is a Manchurian, his relatives are intertwined in the court, and I can't tell which elder in the family is a first-class member in the court, and even serves in the Ministry of Officials and the Ministry of War." A person like me dies when he dies, and even his relatives like him, and many court officials are going to lose their heads, so naturally they have to find a way to save him. Even if there is a charge of arranging, it is nothing more than raising it high and gently putting it down, this revenge is counting on the court to help me avenge, I can't count on it, so naturally I still have to do it myself! ”

"You squint at me!" Li Lintang shouted, "It's still the same sentence, now you are not you, Zhao Shangkun is my apprentice, I have no children and no daughters, but I can wait for him to give me a pension." It doesn't matter what kind of mistake you have, it's your own choice, but don't get involved in my family's apprenticeship and give your life for nothing. It's one thing for these two little cubs to assassinate Andre, but to assassinate the court officials, you are going crazy! ”

Zhao Shankun's eyes glared: "Regardless of anything else, those 120 lives, I must make him pay for the blood debt!" ”

"Don't force me to do it!" Li Lintang's face was so gloomy that he couldn't speak, and when he raised his hand, a tiger claw loomed on it. Song Xiongfang was really angry when he saw Li Lintang, and his momentum was slightly weaker: "I really can't affect this kid and your sect, but since I have seen this bastard again, this matter must not be settled." If I have the opportunity, I will definitely cut Na Rong with a thousand knives to comfort the spirit of my sentry sergeant in heaven. Let's think about it in the long run......"

After saying this, Zhao Shankun's body shook, he barely stood firm and shook his head, and his eyes returned to clarity. He knocked the snow off his body, raised his head and said first: "Master, I think that Narong should be damned!" ”

Li Lintang hated this in his heart! raised his hand and gave Zhao Shankun a scoop and said, "What kind of mess are you wrapping up with?" I said, shouldn't that be a dead person? Song Xiongfang's revenge should be avenged logically speaking, but there is no chaos! He, a martial champion, has become a ghost, and he is also mentally deficient and reckless, but you are not allowed to let him make trouble. Carving the body and possessing the spirit is not a ghost, it is still necessary to take you as the master, and you have to distinguish this matter clearly. Now that you're rushing to the New Army barracks, what else can you do but kill people indiscriminately? The kettle of water went, and the teacher was thirsty. ”

"Oh." Zhao Shangkun could only nod, turned around and ran to the kitchen.

It's really embarrassing to say, but there's really no way. It's the same as when Zhao Shankun faced Andre's situation. With his own strength, in the face of a behemoth, who is not frightened? Huzi and Zhao Shankun did succeed in assassinating Andre on impulse. But the situation at that time was really special, they didn't leave a way back for themselves, and only said that they were going to kill people with their blood. But if there was no training and regimental rebellion to storm the Russian military camp, even if the two of them killed Andrei, they would definitely have no way to retreat, only to die.

And the government didn't pay much attention to Lao Mao's affairs, and the leader of the rebellion in the training army blocked the sins for the two of them, so no one suspected them. But if Zhao Shankun assassinated Na Rong and was not discovered by the new army and successfully retreated, then the government's reaction would be very fierce - ordinary people assassinated the court officials, so what would it be like?

Not to mention whether the revolutionary party regiment will come out to take the tank for them, just to say that those quick servants are not actually eating dry food. My ancestors have been doing such a business for generations, how can there be no real craftsmanship? When the time came, they really found the ghost family, and one of the four masters and apprentices couldn't run away.

So, this matter really has to be considered in the long run.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. When Huzi opened the door, he was still an acquaintance.

"I've seen Liu Lao, why do you have the time to come here to have a look today?" Huzi threw his hand at the comer.

The person who came was not an outsider, it was the old gentleman of the Changtu Mansion Private School, Mr. Peng's old friend, Mr. Liu. The old man stretched out his hand and patted Huzi's head: "Yo! Little Huzi, I haven't seen him for a few days, I've grown taller, and I see that I'm a big guy! Is your master at home? ”

"In!" Huzi nodded, "Speaking of which, I don't call him Master now, I will call him Dad." You inside, please. ”

Liu Lao was stunned for a moment, nodded and smiled: "Okay, good!" It's settled, and it's good. ”

When he came to the backyard, Zhao Shangkun boiled a pot of hot water, and he made tea and put it on the table. Mr. Peng exchanged a few polite words with his old friend, and then asked: "Mr. Liu, this mountain road is difficult to walk, I am afraid that you will not only come here to catch up with me, right?" ”

"Haha," Liu Laogan laughed twice, "Mr. Peng, I really can't hide anything from you." Let's be honest, I didn't believe in ghosts and gods very much. But...... In my private school, I do feel that it is a little unclean. ”

"Oh? Tell me about it. Mr. Peng asked.

"The Lang Yunshu you introduced in the past has some knowledge." Liu Lao pondered the words for a while before he slowly spoke, "It is more than enough to be a teacher, and it is not impossible to even gain fame." But...... He's been a bit odd these days. ”

"What's that weird method?" Mr. Peng asked again.

Liu Lao knocked lightly on the table and sighed: "If you want to say how weird it is, I can't say too much, I just feel that he has been absent-minded all these days." It's okay to say if you're sick, but every day, there is no problem with eating, drinking, sitting and lying down. He reads late and I'm used to that. But in the near future...... He also talks in his dreams. ”

It's normal to talk in your sleep. But since Liu Lao brought it up, it must be a little strange to think about it. Mr. Peng did not interrupt him, but motioned for him to continue.

Liu Lao continued: "His dream words are connected with the sound of him reading, as if he fell asleep while reading. The reason why I say this is that one night he said it too late, and I thought it was a little strange, and I opened the door to see that he was indeed lying on the bed with his eyes closed. Who can't talk in their dreams? It's all a normal thing, but his dream talk is really crazy, like he is talking to someone. It's the same person every day! If you want to say something, I still ...... I really can't remember it, but when I listen to it, it's very awkward and even terrifying. I can still endure it for two days a day, and I can't stand it anymore. ”

"How long?" Mr. Peng asked.

"It's going to be a few months," Liu Lao sighed, "It's okay, the daughter of the Governor of An's mansion teaches with him, and I can make up for sleep during the day, otherwise...... Ay! ”

"You want me to show you?" Mr. Peng said with a smile.

"That's not what I meant." Liu Lao looked a little embarrassed, "If people know that my private school is not clean, I won't be able to continue to open it, I thought, can we ......"

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