The intersection of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal and the Tuxiao River is located at the mouth of the Wang Dike, and the water potential of the two rivers here is moderate after all, which is suitable for all kinds of boats to choose the road here. After a long time, it becomes a temporary stop that is not a ferry port. More than 100 meters west of the intersection, on the south bank, there are several low houses and small noodle restaurants, providing simple pasta, tea, and dry food for people who pass by here. Five or six meters in front of the house, there is also a small stall with two small square tables and five or six small benches. There are also two small rafts parked near the water, which are used by two old men in their fifties to ferry villagers from several nearby villages. In these chaotic years, they often don't see a boat for half a day, and there are very few guests who patronize them. Small tables usually have a curved aluminum teapot, five or six small enamel bowls, and a wooden chessboard. The old couple who opened a noodle restaurant, the croaker and the two old ferrymen sat there drinking tea and playing chess.

It's such a rural place, and there are a few lively days on this day. Early in the morning, there was an old lady selling tea and eggs in front of the stall, hunched over with gray hair, wearing a blue background white coarse cloth shirt and black trousers. The old lady spread out the blue and white headscarf and sat directly on the ground, and the old bamboo basket in front of her was half-open with a white cage cloth, and the open black jar inside contained tea eggs with marinade. Neither shouting nor greeting the people in front of the small table, he looked at the river in a daze.

In the middle of noon, another young man in a gray robe and a black top hat came. In his thirties, he looks white and clean. With a medium-sized bamboo box in his hand, he sat down at the small table. I asked for a bowl of tea, and after a few sips, I watched the old man in the restaurant and the old man in the ferryman playing chess with some interest.

It was nearly noon, one after the other, two large locomotive boats came back, and dozens of Japanese soldiers with loaded guns stood on the front and rear gates. The big boat came to a halt a few dozen meters in front of the raft, no soldiers came ashore, and no one got off the boat to buy anything to eat or drink. After a while, more than a dozen people carrying burdens came, putting down their burdens and squatting at the door of the small noodle restaurant. Some people went into the restaurant and asked for bowls of noodles for everyone, while others squatted there to take off their hats and fan the wind. There were still fine beads of sweat on his dark cheeks. The aunt of the restaurant shouted that his wife was cooking the pot, and the old man walked into the restaurant with a smile.

A short interpreter in a Japanese military uniform disembarks and arrives at the restaurant's door, pulling out a half-used bill to buy a bowl of hot tea. While drinking tea, I looked around, and asked the two old men if this place was Wang Dikou, and how far it was from Liaocheng. I put down the tea bowl and bought five more quacks, ate one other and wrapped it in oiled paper and went back to the boat. The young man carrying the box asked for two big wrists, and squatted down in front of the old lady who sold tea and eggs one by one, and handed her a bowl. She hesitated to catch it, but moved two feet to the side, eating unceremoniously. The young man simply sat on the ground and began to eat, and the two whispered something while eating.

One of the bearers finished the noodles in the bowl first, and seemed to feel not very full, rubbing his stomach and walking in front of the old lady to stop. Bent down and bargained with her in a low voice, and after talking for a while, he stood up and paid, holding more than ten tea eggs and going back to everyone. The bearer was not in a hurry to leave after eating, and asked the old man in the restaurant for a pot of tea to drink unhurriedly. It wasn't until the sun turned west that they got up and left, and a group of more than a dozen people walked south along the embankment.

The young man with the suitcase sat at the small table until nearly evening, probably not waiting for the boat to be taken, and his expression was still a little anxious before leaving. A few minutes after the young man left, another big boy came, bought a tea egg and ate it and played barefoot by the water. The old lady didn't finish selling the tea eggs until dark, and walked along the river with a bamboo basket for a while.

Today is the day of the main meeting of the grandmother's temple, and although the sky becomes cloudy when it is dark, the streets are still full of people. Some of the stalls selling food and drink are lit with candles, and some of the shops that sell big ones are hung with lanterns. The most lively is the south side of Liuyuanwa, where there is a tall stage, and the temple fair is sung from eight or nine o'clock in the morning to more than eleven o'clock in the evening for three days, and the daily repertoire is not repeated. In the evening, it attracts most of the people who do business and visit the temple fair, so the crowd here is full of people, and the sound of gongs and drums can be suppressed.

Not far from the west of the Zhakou Bridge, there is a Toad Lou Hotel in the south of the road, which enjoyed a good reputation in the late Qing Dynasty. There are two floors upstairs and downstairs, and there are several teahouses on the east side of the first floor, and the others are restaurants. Usually there is no war to the meal, and there are more people here to catch up with the grandma temple temple these days.

There were two guests by the window facing the street on the second floor, who sat there from more than four o'clock in the afternoon, and did not mean to leave until eight o'clock when it was dark, and they also added wine and food from time to time. Speaking of which, these two people can really eat, and the signature dishes are crispy carp, crystal elbow, fried large intestine, fried meatballs, cold dishes and sweet rice. To the west sat an old man in a gray kimono, and to the east was a long-haired young man dressed in a dark blue tunic suit. They are Shizuichi Watanabe and Zhang Mingyuan. The food is cold, the wine is finished, the speech is incoherent, and the drinking is also very gentle, it seems that it is just to waste time.

The location of the two can not only see the bustling night scene, but also the grandmother temple fair not far to the east. After nine o'clock, most of the stalls began to be cleaned up, and we will continue tomorrow (1). Only the lively sound of gongs and drums came from the other side of the stage, which was invisible and difficult to hear clearly. But they all knew that the play would not be finished for a while, and they didn't have the heart to watch it a few times.

At nine o'clock, the sky became darker and darker, and even the river turned dark brown, mingling with the trees and grass on the shore to form a dead night. There was no one on the shore for a long time, and there was a faint kerosene light left in the small house, and the pale yellow light peeking out of the half-hidden door disappeared more than ten meters away. In contrast, the two ships on the shore were much brighter, with hooded electric lights hanging from the bow and stern, and the number of Japanese soldiers standing there could be clearly counted. The front ship had twenty-five on the front and rear decks, and twenty-nine on the back one, and fifty-four men, including the interpreter who had gone ashore to inquire about them. It is not known whether there were any people in the cabin and how many of the helmsmen who drove the ship, as the cabins were wrapped in tarpaulin. There was light in the front cabin between the front and rear curtains, and the cabin in the back was dark.

In a trance, there was a slight splash of water on the side of the boat next to the boat gang on the other side of the river, so small that there was almost no sound. A black arm slowly poked out of the water, followed by a half-slender upper body with a sharp knife in his hand. In just a flash, the outer canvas of the cabin cut through a gap. Then the whole body poked out of the water and climbed up the boat, tearing open nearly two feet with the slight sound of the boat, and effortlessly slipped into the mouth of the canvas with the boat. The wooden partition doors at the front and back of the cabin were locked, and a thick dark curtain hung inside. The man was in black clothes, black pants, black shoes and socks, and black hood, which blended with the black in the cabin.

The man in black groped his waist carefully, and found twenty-one wooden boxes in the cabin. After five or six minutes, listening carefully to the surrounding area, the man in black tried to pry the box little by little with a knife. At the slightest sound, pause, and listen carefully to the fact that there is no movement outside before continuing to pry. It takes about half an hour to knock open the lid of a box, and first slowly poke in with the handle of a knife and gently touch what it looks like. Stretching out his arm again, at first he felt it was cold like a stone, and then when he touched it carefully, it looked like a metal like pig iron, and there were uneven and textured lines on it. What is this cold thing? What is the little devil doing all the way to transport some stones? Is it a rare ore? What will they be shipping tonight? The man thought about it and decided to open another box to take a look. I carefully pried the other box next door, and it took a long time to open it. When touched by hand, it is different from just now, and it seems that there are several vases of different sizes in terms of shape and smoothness. What's going on? Why does little Japan bother with some vases? It seems that it is not an ordinary vase, is it an antique collected from the people? What should I do? Wait a minute, it's machine guns and *, it's hard to destroy them. After thinking about it for a while, the man decided to scuttle the boat and bury the relics at the bottom of the river along with the devils on board. He began to stab the bottom of the boat slowly with a knife, but he couldn't penetrate it several times, because the bottom of the boat was wrapped in iron sheets, and he was afraid that he would alarm outsiders too hard. After a slight pause, I took off the black cloth covering my head and folded it a few times and put it on the bottom of the boat, and then tried to pierce the board with a knife through the wet cloth, and sure enough, the sound was much quieter. He pulled out his knife and stabbed it with more force, and the water penetrated the black cloth along the blade, and the bottom of the ship was successfully pierced. So, he pulled out the knife and stabbed it several times in a row, and then changed the place, and the place where he had been stabbed became several flat water columns. After stabbing dozens of places, the bottom of the boat was already spraying water upwards like a shower. The man went out through the incoming canvas and slipped into the water and swam towards another boat.

When the man in black approached the ship in front of him and just showed his head, there was a commotion on the boat behind, and someone found the cabin in the water and shouted. As a result, the people in the boat in front of them were alarmed, and some shouted to shoot into the water, while others shot at the shore. And there were really people on the shore waiting, and when they saw the guns fired on the boat, they also began to return fire on the boat. The Japanese soldiers on both boats were even more panicked when they found someone shooting on the shore, and many people opened fire on the shore. Suddenly, several people ran out of the cabin and shouted: "この野郎、撃つな!" 止めろ宝物を壊すな! 向きを変えろ! Boat を出ろここを出ろ! (Bastard, don't shoot, stop, don't damage the baby.) U-turn and get out of the boat)"

After the shouting, the gunfire immediately decreased a lot, but the chattering conversation did not end, and the ship became even more chaotic. The man in black took the opportunity to climb onto the deck, took advantage of the situation, grabbed a rifle with a bayonet, and kicked the nearby Japanese soldiers into the river in a series of several kicks. Then he shouted to the shore: "Don't shoot the people on the shore, there are antiques on board." Some people threw all the antiques into the river, and they couldn't let the devils take one of them. It was Dai Lin's voice.

As soon as the sound fell, nearly two hundred people rushed out from behind the trees, grass, and small houses on the shore. Some went into the water to swim, some propped up the rafts, and rushed to the two boats with a shout.

The small canal makes a few bends to the east of the city, flowing south into the Tuxiao River. The water of the Tuqiao River is larger than that of the small canal, and there is no longer any light on either side of the river. On the south bank of the confluence is an embankment next to the river, and the banks of the embankment are overgrown with weeds and trees. Especially when the night is dark, it often gives a strong sense of fear to those who pass by.

At about half past ten, three small locomotive boats entered the Tuxiao River from the small canal, and after entering the big river, they turned west and slowed down. Less than a kilometer behind, there are two small locomotive ships in the front and rear, and a medium-sized locomotive ship is sandwiched in the middle, and the speed is also very slow. The three small boats had just walked more than 100 meters to the west, when suddenly an extra cable appeared out of thin air on the river, and it was a cable made of a mixture of steel wire and hemp rope. The tip of the steel wire, which is more than an inch long with a diameter of 4.0mm, is hard and sharp, and it is directly inserted into the wooden gang of the head boat, and the head boat shakes a few times and stops.

With a burst of muttering Japanese, the other two ships were arranged in an N-shape with the front boat, dozens of rifles and three machine guns facing the shore and front. At the same time, not too dense gunfire rang out on both sides, flashing from the dwarf trees and weeds on both sides. Someone on board was wounded, so someone in the wailing screamed, and machine guns and rifles began to fire at the same time. There were also searchlights that swept to the shore from time to time to point the guns on the ship at the opponents. A large or two small locomotive boats, which had not yet reached the confluence behind, stopped when they heard the gunshots. The hull of the boat was placed horizontally, and the two small boats were on either side of the large boat, parked in the middle of the river, neither intending to dock nor going back.

The people in ambush on the south bank were injured one after another, some wailed, some scolded, it was Zhao Zhenhuan's voice. Yu Banshan slipped the turf to Zhao Zhenhuan's side and suggested that he immediately send someone to scuttle the bottom of the other party's boat. However, he was worried that the treasure on the boat would fall into the river, and the banknotes would immediately turn into waste paper when they saw the water. After being scolded by Hei Wu for a few words, he made a decision, picked a dozen minions who were good at water, and went back one hundred and ten steps before daring to enter the water, and ordered the rifle to fire with all his strength to cover them. The people on the boat were not stupid, they scanned the water with searchlights while firing back, and shot into the water when they saw someone suspicious. There were dead and wounded on both sides, and there were bodies floating on the water. One after another, some people wailed, some scolded, and some went into the water.

Finally someone scuttled the bottom of the boat underwater, and the two boats behind it rocked and sank. The Japanese soldiers on the boat shouted and jumped into the water, some fought with the people in the water, some climbed to the first boat, and those who couldn't shake the water a few times were washed away by the water. The gendarmes on the boat in front of them were screaming and cursing as they fired, and the ship was wobbly and lost its head. On the shore, many people went into the water, struggling to swim forward with the sinking ship, and there was a dense gunfire as a cover.

At this time, a boat came from the confluence of the two rivers to the east, and quickly sailed diagonally to the position where the fire was fired on the south bank. Shooting was fired as they approached, some of them were shot dead just after entering the water, and some of them climbed onto the shore and ran up the embankment. When the boat approached the south bank, someone led the way down the boat and attacked the embankment, and the gendarmes on the boat in the river were given the opportunity to cut the rope with a knife. Later, the firepower of these people was very strong, especially the one who was in the lead, who seemed to be holding a handle*. The people on the shore obviously couldn't stand it, and gradually retreated to the south of the embankment. Black Friday took advantage of the faint light when the other party fired, and recognized the person who took the lead as Huang Zhenkun. Xin Yiheng asked for a pistol from Yu Banshan's hand, and leaned around in a circle, determined to avenge the arrest of Shanghai who was arrested in the patrol room.

Zhao Zhenhuan was shot in the leg, scolded and fled on his horse, and Yu Banshan and a few close subordinates followed him all the way to the southeast. The others ran away as soon as they saw it, and they didn't have the heart to fight, and they fled in the east, south, and west directions, and no one cared about anyone. Ji Guang on the other side of the river didn't know what the situation was, and when he saw that the river was in a mess, he simply took people into the water to find the baby. Huang Zhenkun chased down the slope for more than 200 meters, and when he saw that those people were running around and did not have an accurate direction, he beckoned the military police behind him to cease fire, turned around and walked back. Suddenly, three shots were fired at a distance of more than ten meters on the eastern slope, and Huang Zhenkun hurriedly pulled a gendarme to block the front. But it was still too late, Huang Zhenkun was also hit in the right shoulder, and in a hurry he raised his gun to hit a rope over there, and someone rolled down the slope with a muffled snort. The gendarme who blocked the gun was shot in the heart and struggled several times to die, and a neighboring gendarme also fell and rolled downhill. He hurriedly led people downhill to check, but there were two corpses that had been dead for a long time, and when he was about to look for them, he heard a horse running into the distance. Angry, he spat heavily and walked up, to the embankment to see that the fierce battle in the river was not over. He had no choice but to tear a piece of clothing from the dead man to tie up the wound, and the tiger rushed down the mountain.

There was not much time, all the remaining robbers were killed, and Ji Guanghe did not escape. Kimura Hirokawa also arrived with the two boats behind him, and ordered people to count the casualties of his troops. Ten minutes later, the team was reorganized. Of the 65 gendarmes on the three ships in front, more than half were killed and drowned, and more than 20 were injured to varying degrees. Kimura Hirokawa had five lightly wounded gendarmes carry the seriously wounded back to the camp, and the remaining eight were incorporated into the rear boat. There were still two small boats in the front and rear, and the medium boat in the middle, continuing in the direction of the Wangdikou. By this time, it was already eleven forty o'clock.

The sound of gongs and drums stopped, and the Liuyuanwa stage came to an end. Zhang Mingyuan looked at the bracelet at twelve and five, and was still a little worried about Dai Lin and Lu Jiaxun following them, and his face did not show it. Raising his wine glass, he raised his head and said, "Well, the play has ended, let's go back to sleep, let's leave after this drink." ”

"Oh, that's fine, and the contemptible person feels a little drunk. Respect Mr. again, thank you Mr. for your face. Watanabe Shizuichi estimated that the time was about the same, even if Zhang Mingyuan left the hotel quickly, he couldn't catch up, and smiled and touched Zhang Mingyuan's glass.

"You're welcome, I'm leaving." Zhang Mingyuan craned his neck and drank the wine in the glass, got up and arched his hands and walked to the stairs.

There were few people walking out of the Toad Tower Street, and the flow of people who had just finished watching the play had not yet come here, so Zhang Mingyuan walked briskly along the street to the west. Suddenly, I heard a slight footstep seventy or eighty meters behind me. Deliberately speed up the pace and slow down after walking a hundred and ten meters, then speed up and slow down again, and the person behind him also follows from time to time and sometimes slowly. I thought, could it be that old guy Watanabe sent someone to keep an eye on him? It's too clumsy to send this man! Why don't you catch it and ask what you're shipping tonight? Thinking of this, he quickened his pace again, and when he walked more than 60 meters past the Dongguan Street archway, he suddenly leaned under the beam, tilting his head and looking back. The man trotted through the torii and found no one in front of him. There were no footsteps when I listened carefully, so I couldn't help but stand there and look left and right, and muttered quietly in my mouth. His eyes could tell that the man was a stunned young man, who didn't look good at kung fu or had been trained. He floated over gently, pinched the man's neck with his hand and pressed it to the ground easily. With a little more force in his hand, he asked sharply, "Watanabe asked you to come?" Didn't you give me a special trip? ”

"It hurts, it hurts, the good man let go, it hurts! Out of breath! The man was shaking his hands and legs and screaming, and his mouth was full of local dialect, obviously not a specially trained agent. Zhang Mingyuan let go of his hand this time, but he still held it firmly, and the man saw that his neck was relieved before he said, "I said good man, let go of your hand, the little one will be strangled to death!" The little ones don't know what's on the side, and they don't know you. ”

"! If you don't be honest, you have to work hard! ”

"Don't, don't, don't! The little one said, the little one said, it was the second young master who asked the little one to follow you. ”

"Whose second young master? Why follow me? ”

"The second young man of Wenhua Bookstore - no, no, no, the bookstore is long gone. It is the Ji family, the Ji family opposite the West Garden at the top of the West Street of the Provincial Department of Highways. ”

"Ji Tang? Why follow me? ”

"I really don't know this little one, Hei Wu said that the second young master instructed the little one to follow you, and let the hammer follow the one surnamed Huang."

"Oh? How many years have you been in the Ji family? Do you know how much dirty things your master has? ”

"I don't know, the little ones are just running errands."

"Don't tell you the truth, do you?" Zhang Mingyuan said with a slight increase in his fingers.

"Don't, don't! The small one said, the small one said. The little name Zhao Goudaner has been to Wenhua Bookstore for four years. ”

"Go on! What bad things did that kid do in Ji Tang! ”

"The little ones don't know what! Some people say that he has killed workers, cheated little Japanese out of money, occupied the Gu family's trading house, and had a leg with his uncle's fourth aunt. Daguang seems to be in the same group as the bandits in Tangyi. Besides, Widow Fan's family may have been killed by them. Good man, this is all heard, the little one has not seen it with his own eyes, nor has he mixed it. ”

"Wait, what did you say about Widow Fan's little student, what is your name?"

"I don't know, it seems to be called Fan Xiaosheng, right? Yes, Junsheng, Fan Junsheng. It's still a leg kicked in front of the little one. ”

"You saw Ji Tang kill with your own eyes?"

"No, no, no, no. He only breathed in front of the little one, and it was only two days later that he heard that they were all over the street asking about him. ”

"What's it? Make it clear! ”

"Yes, the little one. It was one night seven or eight years ago, and there were many strange things that night. First of all, there was a southerner who was dying and came to my family Dr. Kong for medical treatment, and the younger one was still working in Dongxin Rentang at that time. There is a foreigner who came together, there is a powerful girl, and the one surnamed Huang is the hammer and that. The doctor gave the southerners a pulse ......"

Listening to Zhao Goudan's panicked narration, Zhang Mingyuan basically smoothed out the whole thing in his heart. Fan Junsheng should be Ji Tang and they died after being seriously injured, and the time of the action happened to be the day when Zhou Yizhi arrived in Liaocheng for treatment, and the location was the room of the grain company. The reason why Zhou Yi had those hallucinations was because Doctor Yang and the pharmacy doctor dug out Fan Junsheng's newly dead heart and exchanged it for him. This kind of organ replacement surgery may not be completely successful even in modern times a few decades later, and it is even more incredible that there are still residual memories of those who can survive and have the original organs. Zhang Mingyuan was sure that Zhao Goudan was just an errand runner, so he asked Ming to bury the body and let him go.

Walking back along the road, Zhang Mingyuan thought of Zhao Goudan saying that they had colluded with the bandits on Black Friday, and couldn't help but wonder if it would be them who got up to arrest Gu Xinyi, and the purpose might be to retaliate for him to dissolve the marriage between Ji Tang and her that day. So, he temporarily decided to take a trip to Tangyi and take advantage of the night to explore Zhao Zhenhuan's den of thieves.

The boat traveled very slowly from the small canal to the Grand Canal, but it arrived at the intersection of the Grand Canal at Wangdikou smoothly. When they arrived in front of the small house, Kimura Hirokawa and the others were puzzled again, because there were no two big ships that had been agreed before. He pulled out his pocket watch and saw that it was close to two o'clock, and the signal man said they would be there around noon.

Just when Kimura Hirokawa hesitated, he suddenly heard someone shooting on the shore, and hurriedly shouted: "Alert!" 敵がいる! 全員が警警示する! (On alert, if there is an enemy, all on alert)"

Before the words fell, I saw a hundred and ten people popping out of the water next to the boat. Immediately afterwards, at least a dozen * fell on the small boats at both ends, and the continuous explosions of "bang ......" killed most of the gendarmes of the two ships. A few who were injured alive also fell into the water and were killed by the people next to them. The gendarmes on the big ship had already panicked and were busy shooting indiscriminately into the water. The heavy machine guns on the shore "clicked" and the gendarmes firing at the side of the ship hid to death. Huang Zhenkun was on the head boat, and when he saw * throwing it on the boat, he jumped into the water first. Before he could swim to the big boat, he was shot from above and retreated to the side, so he had to turn around and fight with the people in the water. The wound on his shoulder was soaked in water, and he couldn't see whether it was friend or foe in the darkness in front of him, so he had to drill underwater while fighting, looking for an opportunity to swim to the shore.

Kimura Hirokawa knew about the ambush, so he thought that the two ships might be wiped out. Hurriedly ordered a U-turn and let the helmsman run back at full speed. As soon as I turned around, I heard two loud bangs, and the boat gang on the right was blown up, and the water was poured directly into the cabin. Some of the gendarmes were so frightened that they jumped into the water when they heard the noise, and when they went down, they remembered that they could not swim, and in an instant they were drowned seven or eight of them. Kimura Hirokawa is water-savvy, but he is in a hurry to protect the ship's belongings, and in his hurry, he orders the helmsman to drive to the north shore with all his might. As long as he can get to the shore, even if he doesn't need a boat, he and the more than 20 people can protect some of his belongings.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed from the front and rushed directly into the cockpit. Kimura Hirokawa hurriedly followed up with a waist knife, and the two helmsmen who drove the boat had already died on the spot. A woman in a black dress and black pants with a short knife in her hand stood there, with water dripping down her hair in a high bun and her clothes wet. When the woman saw him come in, she directly swung sideways and stabbed at the knife, and he swung his waist knife horizontally, vertically, diagonally, and sideways, one move and four styles. After chopping, he felt a pain in his lower back, took a few steps back to the corner and reached out to touch it back, blood flowed down his fingers, and he hurriedly pulled his shirt down and tied it to the wound. The woman did not attack while he was tying his clothes, but stood there coldly, not paying attention to him at all. He once again held the knife in both hands and slashed out with three consecutive slashes, which was completely desperate. I never thought that the woman would easily avoid his three stabs, and cut a cut on his left arm. He was in no mood to care about the wound this time, so he gritted his teeth and stabbed, picked, teased, chopped, chopped, and slashed six consecutive kills, plus a volley whirlwind split.

At this time, six gendarmes came from outside the window and shot at the woman from behind. She dodged his whirling knife and sat on the ground with a fork back, stabbing Kimura Hirokawa in the lower abdomen with her right hand with her right hand instead of defending, and throwing three darts backwards with her left hand while turning her head sideways. Before his feet landed, he could only fall backwards with his abdomen shoehorned, and his clothes were still cut by the short knife and almost hurt his flesh. Then one of the gendarmes screamed and fell into the river, two fell on the deck, and the other three ran out of bullets and stabbed with their guns. Suddenly, another person rushed over next to him, wearing a long shirt and covering his face with a gray handkerchief. The single knife in his hand struck one of the gendarmes, and the other two were forced to turn around and fight him. At this moment, the woman leaned forward on the spot and swept the broken knife towards Kimura Hirokawa's ankle like lightning. He parryed out with his waist knife and raised his right foot to kick her in the face. The waist knife was cut off by the short knife, and the short knife did not pause to attack his right leg, so frightened that it was too late for him to withdraw again, only to feel that his leg hurt a little. And he retreated too violently, fell out of the cockpit window, and fell headfirst into the river. At the same time as he fell into the water, he also saw that most of the cabin was water, and the ship was tilting and sinking.

Note: (1) End the temple fair, in ancient times, the temple fair often had a few days, divided into meetings, main meetings, and meetings. (2) piàn tuǐ refers to lifting one foot sideways.