In the early morning of July 21st. In a small courtyard in the south of Chengdu.
Huang Nanzhong, Yan Ying, and the others were quietly waiting for the commotion outside. However, at the quietest moment of the night, a change occurred in the courtyard.
Throughout the night, until this moment in the early morning, it was not that no one paid attention to what the young military doctor was doing. Although the young military doctor had a criminal record of reselling military supplies and had accepted money from them tonight, Huang Nanzhong, Yan Ying, and the others had never truly trusted him from the beginning to the end. This was a necessary precaution for them.
Since they still had to rely on the young military doctor to take care of a few seriously injured people, the guards in the courtyard seemed to be relaxed about the young military doctor. Every time the young military doctor got up to drink water, entered the room, walked around, and took things, Huang Jianfei, Huang Shan, Mao Hai, and the others all followed him. They were mainly worried that he would poison the people in the courtyard or warn the outside world. Of course, if he was under everyone's gaze, they would slightly relax their vigilance.
Because of this, practically no one reacted to what had happened the moment the unforeseen event occurred. This was because the scene before their eyes had indeed occurred in front of everyone's eyes.
In the past two hours, due to the fact that the heavily injured had already been treated, there were a few instances where the junior military doctor was verbally provoked, insulted, or hit, or kicked. This kind of behavior was very rude, but in the current situation, not killing the young military doctor was already very kind. As for these small conflicts, Huang Nanzhong and the others didn't care anymore.
The swordsman who kicked the young military doctor from the back was called Chu Weiyuan. He was a small leader of the guards of the Guan Family. In the chaos of the night, he didn't get hurt, but all of his close subordinates were dead or injured. As for the young military doctor in front of him, he wanted to humiliate him and teach him a lesson so that he wouldn't do anything reckless.
At a quarter to three in the morning, the sky was gray and blue. It was the simplest and most ordinary moment. He walked under the eaves, and the young military doctor happened to be in front of him. He bumped into him, and the young military doctor also stepped forward. Their bodies seemed to bump into each other. Chu Weiyuan's body suddenly retreated, and his back bumped into a pillar. Up until this moment, except for the fact that his retreat was very abrupt, everything else seemed very simple.
Who would have thought that the young military doctor would do something in front of so many people?
Chu Weiyuan's life ended after a few breaths. At that moment, his mind was filled with extreme fear. He wasn't mentally prepared for all of this at all.
The moment he bumped into him, the young man stretched out his hands and pulled out the saber from his waist. He directly stabbed the young military doctor. The movement was fast and silent, but the young military doctor could see it clearly. The young military doctor's reaction was to press his hands down, trying to catch the young military doctor's arm. He had already exerted strength with his legs. He had already.
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Chu Weiyuan's hand couldn't hold his opponent's arm at all. The saber light swung towards the sky, and his body seemed to suddenly become empty. Fear, accompanied by a cry, seemed to come from the deepest part of one's heart. The people in the courtyard felt a chill from behind them, and their hair stood on end. What corresponded to Chu Weiyuan's cries was a peculiar sound that rapidly erupted from the youth's bones and body. His bones began to emit cracking sounds as his body stretched. The sound that came from his body was like that of a water buffalo or a toad's Qi surging in his chest and abdomen. This was the sound of his inner force being fully stretched.
He threw something with some sparks into the window next to him. It also knocked away the wooden stick that was supporting the window. Qu Longjun, who was sitting on the wall not far from the window, heard the wooden window slam shut.
The tall swordsman's cry was still echoing in the dark night. Mao Gao slashed with his saber. Someone else rushed over and shouted, "Kill him!"
The young man lowered his body and rushed forward. The swordsman slashed downward, and the young man slashed upward. Two figures crossed each other. The swordsman fell to the ground, kicking up dust. His thigh was cut open. At the same time, someone on the other side of the room crashed through the window and jumped out.
Bang! There was an explosion. Qu Longjun, who was sitting by the wall, was dazzled. Her ears were buzzing, and the world was spinning. The thing that the young man threw into the room exploded. In her blurry vision, she saw people fighting in the yard. Mao Hai rushed forward, Huang Jianfei rushed forward, and Huang Shan's voice was shouting something from the back of the house. The house was collapsing, and tiles were falling down. As the young man waved his hand, someone was stabbed in the chest by a small knife, and he fell from the roof in front of Qu Longjun.
"Ah …" She also began to cry. She struggled a few times to get up, but she kept stumbling and falling down. Wen Shoubin ran out of the chaos and helped her to escape. The young man's figure was running at a high speed in the courtyard. A chivalrous man who tried to stop him had his calf cut open. He held his bleeding leg and rolled on the ground not far from the courtyard.
Wen Shoubin and Qu Longjun ran towards the gate of the courtyard. Halfway there, Yan Ying was already close to the gate. At this moment, he fell to the ground with a "Ah!". A flying knife had been stabbed into his thigh. Qu Longjun's mind and vision became clearer at this moment. She and Wen Shoubin turned their heads and saw that the young man was standing beside the wooden shed that served as the kitchen, chopping down a swordsman to the ground. He said, "Today, none of you can leave."
There were already four swordsmen in the courtyard. Including Yan Ying and the five people in the room who might have been killed by the explosion, there were only eight people left out of the original eighteen people in the courtyard. Excluding Huang Nanzhong and her father and daughter, only five people led by Huang Jianfei and Mao Hai could fight with knives.
This young man cut down four people in the blink of an eye. How long would it take to kill the remaining five? But if he was so skilled in martial arts, why did he save people in the beginning? Qu Longjun's mind was in a mess. She saw Huang Nanzhong pointing his finger and stomping his feet under the eaves. He shouted, "Young man, you are still stubborn and helping the wicked. Did I say all that for nothing today —"
In the courtyard, Mao Hai approached Huang Jianfei and the others with a knife in his hand. He whispered, "Be careful, be careful. This is … the Huaxia army …" He had exchanged three blows with the young man in a hurry. His arm had already been cut. He felt that it was unimaginable. He wanted to say that the Huaxia army had sent such a young man to the battlefield, but he could not say it.
The foreheads of the two people beside him were also sweating. In a short time, the young man had killed people. The wind from his knife was sharp like a cheetah. No one could keep up with his reaction speed. At this moment, while Huang Nanzhong was speaking, they hurriedly gathered together to form a battle formation. However, they saw the young man waving his saber, his arm hanging down. His left shoulder had also been hit by someone's saber. Fresh blood was flowing out, but he did not seem to feel it, his gaze clear and cold.
"You spoke well today. I thought you were Han people and could still be saved. But from today onwards, you are no different from Lady Zhenren in my eyes! " He originally had a handsome appearance and a kind countenance, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with indifference towards his enemies, and it caused others to feel fear when they looked at him.
"Kill him —" Dust flew in the courtyard. After the explosion just now, it was only a matter of time before the Huaxia army arrived. The one who suddenly shouted was Huang Shan, who was still in the room when the young man threw the grenade. He had crashed out of the window on the other side. He seemed to be blunt, but he was actually very meticulous. At this moment, he suddenly rushed over from the side. The young man's body was pushed back, breaking the boards and pillars behind the wooden shed. The whole shed collapsed.
The young man's voice was heard, "Huang Shan, I told you not to cause trouble. Otherwise, I will kill you with my own hands. You just didn't listen!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a stone flew towards Huang Nanzhong from the darkness behind the shed. Huang Jianfei, who had been guarding the side, waved his knife and smashed it. Then, the young man suddenly rushed out of the darkness and rushed towards the direction of the courtyard wall at high speed. Mao Hai and the others surrounded him.
The person in the front was facing the young man in the blink of an eye. Both of their knives chopped in the air, but the martial artist was afraid. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. The young man's knife also missed. He rushed over and stabbed the buttocks of Yan Ying who had just crawled to the door with difficulty. Yan Ying screamed, and blood gushed out of his buttocks. He wanted to get up and open the door, but he could not. He lay on the ground and cried.
Huang Shan, Mao Hai, and the other two martial artists chased after the young man. The young man ran in a semicircle towards Wen Shoubin and Qu Longjun. Qu Longjun curled up her body and cried. Wen Shoubin also cried, "Don't come over, I'm a good person …" Suddenly, he was pushed by the young man and flew back, crashing into Huang Shan and the others who were rushing over. In the darkness, human figures crossed each other, and the sound of knives clashing could be heard.
Wen Shoubin screamed in the knife light. A martial artist was cut down, and the ferocious-looking Mao Hai was knocked into the air and fell to the ground. He was stabbed in the side of his abdomen, and half of his body was covered in blood. The young man rushed towards Huang Jianfei and Huang Nanzhong at high speed. After fighting with Huang Jianfei twice, he lowered his body, grabbed Huang Jianfei's leg, and rolled over on the ground. He also kicked Huang Nanzhong.
Huang Jianfei fell to the ground. As he shouted, he kicked with both feet and knocked down another pillar under the eaves. With a rumble, another pillar collapsed. At this time, the three people were already on the ground. Huang Jianfei rolled and tried to cut the young man, but the young man also rolled flexibly and directly turned over Huang Nanzhong's body, making Huang Jianfei hesitate to attack. Huang Nanzhong's hands and feet kicked randomly. Sometimes he hit the young man, and sometimes he kicked Huang Jianfei, but he didn't use much strength.
It was a chaotic scene in the gray yard. The young man grabbed Huang Nanzhong's hair and pulled him up. Huang Jianfei tried to rescue him, but the young man exchanged knives with him. Then, he grabbed the old man's ear and dragged him into the yard to continue fighting with Huang Jianfei. In the blink of an eye, there were several bloody marks on the old man's body. Then, one of his ears was torn off, and the other ear was grabbed. His shrill scream echoed in the night sky.
Looking at Wen Shoubin lying in a pool of blood, Qu Longjun didn't know what to do. She shrank her body. A swordsman in the yard ran outside. Huang Shan suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her, and pushed her toward the scene of the fight around Huang Nanzhong.
"Ah …" Qu Longjun cried, and so did Huang Nanzhong. The old man's and the young girl's cries mixed together, and then became a part of the chaos. Huang Shan used the young girl as a cover and rushed toward the young man. The knife light danced wildly in the night. Suddenly, Qu Longjun's body shook and fell forward to the ground.
On the gray ground not far away, someone was struggling and screaming, and someone was still crawling forward with blood. Wen Shoubin opened his eyes, and there was no sound under the gray sky. Then, Huang Jianfei also fell in the fight, and the strong man named Huang Shan was knocked down in the ruins of the room and chopped …
…
In the early morning, when the sky was the darkest, someone rushed out of this small yard on Pingrong Road in the south of Chengdu. This was the last surviving swordsman. He had lost his courage and had no more courage to fight. Near the threshold, Yan Ying, who was covered in blood from his buttocks, crawled out with difficulty. He knew that the Huaxia army would come soon. At this moment, it was impossible for him to escape, but he hoped to stay away from the young man who suddenly killed people in the yard.
Ning Ji chopped Huang Shan down in the ruins of the room. Inside and outside the yard, there were corpses and injured people everywhere. His eyes stayed on Yan Ying at the gate of the yard for two seconds, and also on Qu Longjun and the others on the ground for a while.
The wounded people in the room had been buried. Even if they didn't die in the explosion of the grenade, they might have been killed by the collapsed house. He walked toward the ruins and felt the things under his feet. At a moment, he pushed away the broken tiles, pulled out the medicine box from a pile of debris, and sat down.
He was also injured and tired, and needed to bandage and rest, but he didn't have the strength to fight at the moment.
At this time, he saw the bodies of Qin Gang and Chen Wei buried in the rubble.
"Come for revenge, idiot …" He scolded.
It was still dark outside. It had been a long night for him.
At first, when he saw enemies coming, he was a little excited, but for him, even if he was good at killing, his parents' teachings never allowed him to indulge in killing. When things really happened in front of him, he couldn't act according to his temper. He had to carefully distinguish who was good and who was bad, and who should be killed and who shouldn't.
Speaking of which, except for the private peeping in the past two months, this was the first time he really faced these enemies who were also Han people.
What were their thoughts when it came to the last moment? Would they be pardoned for it? Could they persuade or communicate with them?
After all, when faced with outsiders, could they really refute such obvious truths so righteously and confidently? Could people who couldn't beat the Female Zhenren have so many reasons? Didn't they feel ashamed?
If they were even a little ashamed, maybe they could be persuaded to join the good side? After all, they couldn't beat the Female Zhenren no matter what. Now that there was someone who could beat the Female Zhenren, and the life here was not bad, they should join …
He had kept these thoughts in his heart for more than two months, and he really wanted to say them out loud. But what Huang Nanzhong, Yan Ying and the others said made him feel unimaginable.
While he was observing the strength of the people in the courtyard, he was also thinking about this matter. In the end, he finally understood. That was something that his father would occasionally say in the past.
— — Revolution, not a meal.
If everyone in the world could really be persuaded with words, then what was the use of swords and guns?
He thought this through, and the doubts that had been on his mind for two months suddenly became clear. Since they were enemies, it was the same whether they were Female Zhenren or Han people. Perhaps the difference between good and bad people was the same everywhere.
He sat in the pile of rubble, feeling the wounds on his body. He should have started to bandage them, but he seemed to have forgotten something. This made him sit for a while, and then he came out of the rubble.
Qu Longjun fell to the ground, her back slashed twice. He looked at this "little bitch" who had been peeping for two months, confused. Was she a good person or a bad person?
He squatted down and opened the medicine box …
…
In a daze, he seemed to hear someone calling her, but it wasn't her name, it was an incomprehensible form of address.
"Little bitch." The voice said, "… You look like a dead fish."
…
Night opened his eyes.
There was a slight morning mist on the horizon. The 21st of July in Chengdu City was about to dawn.
Yao Shubin and the others sat under the tree in front of the temple to rest; in the prison, the injured Martial Arts Grandmaster Wang Xiang Fo was wrapped up like a dumpling; Du Sha sat on the high wall, looking at the break of dawn in the east; the people in the temporary headquarters yawned, and drank a cup of hot tea; the people living on Yingbin Road yawned.
A group of members of the Hua Xia Army caught the escaping swordsman and arrived at the ruined courtyard. Then, they saw the wounded man who had been stabbed in the buttocks and was moaning in pain. The young military doctor poked his head out and shouted, "Help save him! I'm bleeding to death … "This was also the scene of the entire night.
In countless corners, countless dust particles rose and fell in the wind, converging into this hustle and bustle.
The city was about to welcome the new day, the new vitality. This long and chaotic night was about to end …
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