Lao Zhu is a group member of the Jinmen Ferry, since he joined the boxing group last year under the recommendation of his fellow villagers, with his own experience of practicing martial arts and walking darts, he quickly became a senior brother in a branch of the Ninghe area, with hundreds of boxers under his hands.

In this world, the dead are happier than the living! Lao Zhu looked at the dead corpse on the side of the road and sighed secretly. At the very least, they no longer have to worry about what to eat for the next meal, and they don't have to worry about when they run into foreigners and bandits again, and lose their lives in a daze.

In the past few years, the north has had a bad year, and life has been difficult. A few years ago, the imperial court heard that the war with the Japanese had been defeated, and it had to lose money. Where does this money come from? Isn't it scraped from the hands of the common people? Anyway, the emperor and the lord are still living a good life.

This place in Jinmen was originally good, it was close to the water and the sea, and there were canal wharves, and the grain could still be transported, and it could barely fill the stomach by begging for food. It's a pity that as soon as the foreign army came, there was no food here.

First of all, Dagukou, the foreigners' iron ship cannons were vigorously bombarded there a few days ago, and I heard that a general soldier of the imperial court died there. Later, I heard that the fort at Dagukou was occupied by foreigners, and it was fought to the side of Tianjin City in the past two days.

Sure enough, a few days ago, I heard the sound of cannons coming from the northwest, and the imperial court and the foreigners really got into action! The boss of the general altar beckoned the big guy to bring people into the city to support the officials and soldiers and kill the foreign dogs together! Before leaving, he instructed Lao Zhu to stay and watch the house, saying that someone had to guard the house.

Guard, guard, it's all the same anyway, and the job of housekeeping is indispensable to dealing with foreign soldiers. In the past few days, there have been some small groups of foreign devil soldiers who have come to fight the autumn wind.

These bastards! Forget about robbing things, who told people foreigners to have more guns and more guns? We can't fight ah! I haven't seen how many defeats the imperial court has fought over the years? How much silver has been lost? But they still kill people! If his mother is happy or unhappy, she will kill several people! Really don't treat the Chinese as human beings? Grass!

I received the news just now, and I heard that there is another group of Oriental devils, about twenty or thirty people, who ran to the boundary of Ninghe to kill people and fight Qiufeng. This time, all the brothers in the altar were called, and all the foreign guns were captured, so we had to kill all the Oriental dogs!

There is a ferry in front, and Tang Jiayuan is in the back.

Lao Zhu waved his hand and motioned for everyone to slow down and quietly surround him. None of them can be let go this time!

Soon we will arrive at the entrance of the village, but the village is quiet, and there seems to be no movement at all? Could it be that it is too late this time, and the Japanese have already left? Lao Zhu led a team of men and horses and gently touched into the village. How many people died in this way? Hurriedly leading people to run a few steps, Lao Zhu and the others came to a flat land in the village. Is this a slaughterhouse? Lao Zhu's stomach rolled for a while, and he couldn't help but almost vomit for a while.

Lao Zhu can bear it, but others can't. Although everyone is considered to have fought a war, everyone has seen dead people. But after all, they are a boxing group, not a regular army, and the intensity of the battles they participate in is not very high, and there are still more people in the team who are waving flags and shouting soy sauce.

In a word, it's not that I've never seen a dead person, but I've never seen such a dead person! Is there such a disgusting way to die? On the east and west sides of the ground, those red meat sauce-like things, where can you tell that they used to be people? If it weren't for the occasional thing that pops up inside, those fingers, arms, skulls, and other human parts, this would be a lump of minced meat!

In the storytelling, when it comes to a certain fierce hero who is invincible, he often says that when he smashes the hammer, the red and white ones come out. Here today, they have seen a lot. It turns out that there are not only two colors of red and white in this person's body? Anyway, here, the big guy can see red, yellow, black, white, and blue!

"Don't just vomit! Get up, beware of the sneak attack of foreigners!" Lao Zhu frowned, looking at the brothers around him who were vomiting a mess. Holding back his nausea, he approached to take a closer look at the minced meat.

"It's not from the village, it's like the Japanese, those Oriental devils. Who did this?" Judging by the broken rifle next to the corpse, as well as the remnants of the black uniform, the corpses should have belonged to a group of Japanese soldiers. I just don't know, what kind of way is this god-killing? Shengsheng turned these guys into this way?

Walking further, Lao Zhu got more clues, and the corpses of villagers who had been slashed and shot to death were everywhere on the road, next to the well, and by the courtyard gate. It was supposed to be done by the Japanese, but who killed them later? And so miserably.

"I don't know if there is still a living mouth in this village?" This village is close to the ferry, and it is not a small village, but no matter how big the village is, it can't stand people dying like this, look at how many dead people are lying along the way? But there should always be a few alive, right? After all, there are not many Japanese soldiers coming.

Bang! Peng! There was another muffled sound. Lao Zhu heard it, and it was nearby. This seems to be the sound of fists smashing against people, and there are still Japanese people in the village? Lao Zhu hurriedly walked around the corner of the wall, and he saw a Japanese man in a black military uniform lying on the ground, and the Japanese soldier was riding a young strong man covered in blood, who was swinging his fist and smashing it on the head of the Japanese soldier one by one, making a muffled sound of bumping.

This seems to be a survivor, but it's a pity that the excitement is too much, and it's a bit of a demon. Lao Zhu felt that this guy was probably frightened, the Japanese soldier under him was already a dead man, but he was still smashing, his face was full of blood and he couldn't see his expression clearly, and his eyes were half-open and half-squinted.

"Hey, young man, don't smash it! people are already dead!" Can't let him go on like this anymore, Lao Zhu shouted and stepped forward to pull the young man up, but soon found that he couldn't pull him at all. The disturbed young man raised his head and opened his half-closed eyes.

The young man who raised his head made a beast-like sound in his throat, and a pair of blood-red eyes looked at Lao Zhu fiercely. I saw him grab Lao Zhu's arm and stand up.

What a murderous aura! Lao Zhu chuckled in his heart! Something was wrong with this person! He felt that the person in front of him was like a fierce tiger standing up and choosing people to devour, and just looking at him already made people's hair stand on end! When this young man put his other hand on Lao Zhu's shoulder, Lao Zhu felt even more like he was going to die in the next moment!

"You, what are you going to do?!" the young man grinned, making Lao Zhu feel panicked, and he couldn't help but struggle hard and shouted loudly.

And this eccentric young man didn't say a word, he just stared at Lao Zhu, the strength in his hands became bigger and bigger, and the bones on his shoulders were cracked!

This guy has so much strength! Lao Zhu struggled hard, trying to stay away from this strange man, but unfortunately it was like a grasshopper shaking a tree, and it was useless! You must know that he has been practicing boxing for more than 20 years, and he can't say how good his kung fu is, but this body can be regarded as being trained, not to mention that he also has five or six hundred catties of strength on his body. But what was going on now? How did he feel as weak as a child?

Suddenly, a thought came to Lao Zhu's mind, and he looked at this young man fixedly, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked at it, the more he looked like it! That made him fall into an ice cave in an instant! Grass! This is a master! But he is also a madman and a killer!

Lao Zhu remembered that when he was learning boxing, the master said about some martial arts masters. Some masters who practice qi and self-cultivation and practice internal boxing, this kung fu is practiced to a very high depth, and the practice is not only the body, but also the mind and mind. How to practice this thing, Lao Zhu doesn't know. He only remembered that the old master said that this thing can't be practiced casually, and if you don't grasp the key to the trick, it's easy to go crazy.

Looking at this guy now, Lao Zhu feels that he is probably the legendary kung fu master who has gone mad, and it seems that he has even broken his head! I'm not one of those fucking bastard little devils! What are you looking for me to be obsessed with? Lao Zhu wants to cry without tears!

Suddenly, he felt less force on his shoulders and arms, what was he going to do?......

Xiang Ji only felt that he was so happy in this battle, the muffled sound of his fist smashing into the **, and the warm touch of his palm inserting into the enemy's body, all of which made him feel excited. Even if the bullet hit him, the dull pain caused by the impact made Xiang Ji feel very happy!

Unconsciously, there are fewer and fewer enemies, this is not good, I haven't hammered enough! Eh, another one to pull my arm? It's good, Xiang Ji grabbed this person with his hand, and was about to pinch his bones. Suddenly, a Chinese character appeared in his blood-colored eyes, 義!

The Japanese? The clothes are wrong, what am I here for? Well, it's the Boxers? The distant memory was instantly pulled closer and activated, and Xiang Ji finally came to his senses. "Are you a Boxer?" asked Xiang Ji in a hoarse voice. "Yes, yes!" Lao Zhu hurriedly replied.

Sure enough, I almost became a killing machine! Xiang Ji was afraid, and at the same time glad for this middle-aged man, fortunately you were wearing a Boxer uniform. "Great, hero, are you? You killed those Japanese?" asked Lao Zhu cautiously. "Well, you guys go quickly, it's not safe here. Xiang Ji didn't want to say more, he felt as if he had killed a lot of Japanese soldiers, and it was hard to guarantee that they would not come back to retaliate. "Okay, where are you going?" "I'll take a break and get something to eat." And then, let's kill people, it seems that we can only kill people. Xiang Ji thought for a moment and replied......

In the 1900s, on the battlefield of Tianjin, a blood-colored Shura was born on this land. Under the word of mouth of Lao Zhu and other Boxers, the image of a martial arts master who specializes in killing foreigners and whose martial arts are unfathomable but extremely brutal began to spread across the boundaries of Tianjin.

This master is invulnerable, not afraid of the devil's foreign guns and bullets, and has the strength of the four elephants, which can tear tigers and leopards alive;

Moreover, his methods of killing foreigners are extremely ruthless, often crushing people to pieces, cutting them with thousands of knives, and everywhere he passes, foreigners are all minced meat!

Everyone first regarded it as a rumor, and those with a little insight felt that this was another beautiful legend imagined by ordinary people. When the definite news came, within a few days, several small groups of foreigners who fought in the autumn wind were wiped out by a mysterious person by brutal means, which made everyone have to start to believe. Perhaps, it was the manifestation of the ancestors of Yan and Huang? Such a master descended from heaven to raise the prestige of my Chinese divine skills?

In short, Xiang Ji is on fire! In this turbulent era.