Chapter 7: Fight hard and conspire with the prefect
Among the elites responsible for guarding this place, there is no shortage of knowledgeable boxers, but they can't help but click their tongues at this time.
There has always been a saying in the martial arts that a punch cannot exceed three punches. Even a great boxer at the physical training level can only perform a killing move with such ferocity three times at most before taking a break.
Therefore, when boxers fight, life or death will basically be determined within a few moves.
Even if you meet an opponent or a good general in chess, it is impossible to fight for 180 rounds without deciding the outcome like the story in the storybook.
If you can have a cup of tea, it is considered a classic battle example, enough for martial arts veterans to talk about it for decades.
But Xu Xing, amidst swords, guns, swords and halberds, and ambush from all sides, fought hard and advanced, killing every step without retreating or avoiding.
After a dozen more breaths passed, the firelight that had just illuminated the prison as bright as day had been cleared by him to less than half.
Seeing how fierce the evil star was, the archers were frightened and drew their bows one after another. Their sharp energy shot through the air, and their long arrows fell like a shower of rain.
Near Xu Xing's ears, several tendons stretched and trembled, and his skin and flesh trembled.
The sound of footsteps, the clanking of armor, the pulling of bow strings, and even the "squeaking" sound of the bow being tightened all reached my ears.
Although these arrows were numerous, according to his inhuman five-sense observation, there was a considerable gap between each arrow, making it easy to catch them.
Xu Xing stepped on the jade ring step, his body was circling, and the iron rod was like a light reed, flying up and down in his hand.
His whole body seemed to be wrapped in a round, dripping solid iron ball. Before the arrow could get close, it was swept away by the iron rod and fell to the ground.
An ordinary boxer who can practice a white nanmu stick to the point where water cannot splash into it is considered an expert in the art of spear and stick, and is qualified to be an instructor in the army.
But what Xu Xing used was not a white nanmu stick, but a water-milled iron stick made of iron. What kind of terrifying power is this? !
These prisoners were so shocked that they could hardly speak.
They were all mentally prepared to fight to the death, kill one to make up for their losses, and kill two to make up for the loss.
But I never thought that this handsome young man who seemed to be gentle and gentle could be so brave with a stick in his hand. He could defeat thousands of troops!
Qi Dazhu held a long spear and stood at the end of the team, playing the role of breaking the rear.
The martial arts taught by Lichao Hall is the orthodox Northern Boxing style, which is based on "making hard stakes and iron horses".
After Qi Dazhu started practicing for half a year, he was able to hang twenty kilograms of bluestone on his legs and stand on the plum blossom pile without moving for half an hour.
Later, Xu Xing taught him a spear skill that sharpens his fists, and a bear-shaped kung fu that nourishes his aura and strengthens his spiritual power.
This spear technique is a battle formation killing method passed down from Yue Buhai's family as a descendant of the Yue family army. The bear-shaped kung fu is a boxing technique that Xu Xing exchanged with a friend from the same profession when he was traveling north on foot to hone his martial arts.
Xiong Xing is a kind of ancient Xiangxiang boxing, which specializes in physical training. It is most suitable for people like Qi Dazhu who are born with strong muscles and bones to practice. Once you get started, you will make rapid progress.
Even though he had never been involved in a life-and-death fight with anyone before, Qi Dazhu's profound skills accumulated over time and thousands of times still enabled him to take on the important task of cutting off the enemy as soon as he picked up a weapon.
Feeling the bloody aura in the air that seemed to be condensed into substance, and hearing the noisy sound of slashing and killing in his ears, Qi Dazhu's lips squirmed, and he felt that his understanding of boxing skills had reached a higher level.
It is one thing to use boxing to develop strength, but it is another thing to fight in actual combat. The progress of a boxer is to integrate the experience of boxing into the changes of boxing again and gain a deeper understanding of boxing.
Although Qi Dazhu always heard Xu Xing say that the mountains of corpses and seas of blood and bones were where warriors practiced, and all the boxing masters of the past dynasties rose from the battlefield.
But this was the first time that he experienced the truth personally.
The bear form can be deduced to the depths, and there is also a variation of the bear's posture and the bird's extension. This method of hiding cleverness in clumsiness cannot be achieved by simply being tough and fierce.
When Qi Dazhu practiced boxing in the past, he could never grasp the artistic conception of being as agile as a flying bird.
But now the fight was only for a while, and when he carried the gun, he naturally had this "touch it and go" charm.
A one-to-many military battle is not like a one-on-one duel between boxers. The pursuit is to explode the maximum power in the shortest time and defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.
It's about conserving your physical strength and using every bit of your strength in the most appropriate place. If you can stab someone to death with the tip of the gun, never shoot them with the barrel of the gun.
Criticizing the weak and attacking the weak, using both soft and hard tactics, were the methods used by powerful generals in ancient times to break into battle.
After understanding this, Qi Dazhu's understanding of "The Bear's Passage and the Bird's Stretch" deepened. He felt that this pass was like a piece of paper that could be torn at any time.
When the battle was at its peak, Qi Dazhu exhaled and his voice was as rich as a bell. The iron horse under his feet took root, and the shadow of the gun in his palm continued like a torrential flood.
After combining footwork, marksmanship, and boxing into one, Qi Dazhu is like a warrior riding alone into battle, unparalleled in valor and invincible.
His spear skills were not as exquisite as Xu Xing's. He could block all the flying arrows, but he still inevitably got hit by a few arrows.
But the sharp pain that followed was like fire oil, making the fighting spirit in Qi Dazhu's chest burn even more fiercely, and he stabbed the spear in his hand faster and more powerfully.
That kind of aura of ten swings and ten decisive moves is enough to intimidate others and make their livers and gallbladders burst.
The two of them worked in tandem to protect the temporarily formed team. They were surrounded by many people and were about to find a way out.
The garrison troops stationed at the Yamen were worthy of being the elites who fought their way out of the dead. Although they suffered heavy losses when they first arrived, they still had the power to fight back.
The firelight gathered, and the scattered sergeants showed signs of converging. The pressure on the broken Qi Dazhu suddenly increased. Some people in the prisoner team in the middle fell to the ground with a muffled sound and were stabbed to death alive.
Xu Xing held a stick in his right hand and wiped his face with his left hand, throwing out a piece of blood foam mixed with minced meat.
His heart contracted suddenly, then beat violently, spurting out streams of hot blood and injecting it into every part of his body, bringing more and more powerful power.
The iron rod whizzed past, and the Tianling Caps of the five guard sergeants were all thrown away by the rod.
Their heads were like casseroles filled with boiling broth. As soon as the lid was lifted, blood bubbles gurgled out.
After killing five people with one stick, Xu Xing held the iron rod with both hands and stepped forward. The head of the stick split open the iron lock of the door. Then he pushed forward, stirred and picked, and completely opened the road to the outside of the prison!
Qi Dazhu and others saw the opportunity and rushed out of the door.
Xu Xingze jumped up high, stepped on the prison wall, kicked out a deep footprint on the thick stone wall, and hung upside down on it.
Holding a stick in his right hand, he grabbed a handful of stone bricks from the stone wall with his left hand, crushed the bricks into gravel, and shot them with a hidden weapon, destroying all the torches on the city wall.
Once the sight of the archers on the city was darkened, it was difficult to aim at Qi Dazhu, who had just broken out of the prison.
After Xu Xing finished all this, he turned over and jumped down. He stepped on his legs and stabbed his feet in a series. He kicked to death three sergeants who were about to rush out to chase them, and then fell to the ground.
He held the iron rod in his hand, blocked the door, and shouted:
"Anyone who wants to pass through this door will die!"
Among the crowd, an officer wearing iron armor came out. Next to him, two people held torches, illuminating the pool of blood that was full of mutilated limbs, liver, intestines, and corpses.
Looking at the bloody figure standing up to block the barrier, the officer's eyes were splitting. He threw the sword in his hand on the ground and said unwillingly: "I have admitted defeat today. Which road are you treading? How dare you stay?" Lower font size?”
This officer was also a long-time general with rich war experience. He knew that even those great boxers who were said to be inhumane would never be as fierce as Xu Xing on the battlefield.
The soldiers under his command had already been killed by Xu Xing in fear. If the fight continued, they might not be able to maintain even the most basic formation.
Anyway, those prisoners have escaped, and with such a fierce spirit standing in the way, why risk the lives of the brothers for some money and food?
Hearing this call with a strong Jianghu atmosphere, Xu Xing didn't even bother to answer a single sentence. He swung the iron rod horizontally, assuming a man-to-man attitude.
That handsome and heroic face was already stained with blood. Looking at it at this time, it was like a Yaksha evil ghost, imprinted on the hearts of many soldiers.
After Qi Dazhu and the others walked away, Xu Xing had no intention of getting entangled with these people anymore.
He put the iron rod on his shoulders and jumped away in the other direction. With a sway of his body, he had taken dozens of steps.
When killing Mongolian soldiers outside the northwest Great Wall, the most important thing is not the method of killing, but the ability to escape.
The grassland is vast and flat. The boxer must be faster than the Tatar cavalry who have been on horseback since childhood and are good at riding. In order to kill people and leave safely, otherwise they will be treated as prey and hunted to death.
Xu Xing killed more than a hundred Mongolian soldiers outside the fortress. Even the fastest Tatar horse could not catch up with his speed.
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Therefore, as soon as he moved, he disappeared from the sight of the soldiers.
Although he had started killing tonight, Xu Xing was not ready to stop yet.
Because he knows that those who really deserve to die are those who plan to convert rice into mulberry, destroy dikes and flood the fields, and even more so, the one-man thieves who amass the wealth of the world to enrich themselves!
Now that He Maocai is dead, no one else can escape!
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Ten miles east of Hangzhou, there is a villa covering an extremely vast area. It is extremely quiet, and you can hear the faint sound of water. It seems that there is a garden with a meandering water basin in it.
In Hangzhou, there is only one person who can sit in such a courtyard, and that is the richest businessman in Jiangnan, Shen Yishi.
This is a special courtyard built by Shen Yishi to receive some high-ranking officials. It is located on the outskirts of Hangzhou, making it easy to hide from others.
There are dozens of houses inside, all made of fine mahogany. Outside the villa are walls made of thick bricks, as high as three people, and the walls are covered with iron caltrops.
There are watchtowers made of stone towers all around the manor to observe the surrounding situation. If there is any disturbance, as long as archers who are skilled in archery are sent to the stage, even if there are hundreds of people outside, it will be difficult to attack.
The pirates were plundering in the southeast, so it was reasonable for powerful families to build some defense facilities, but such a large scale was extremely rare.
Zheng Mi Chang was in the living room in the center of the villa, talking to Shen Yishi about purchasing the affected land after destroying the embankment and flooding the fields.
This wealthy businessman, who is extremely wealthy, is not wearing any brocade or embroidery. He only wears a coarse blue shirt and a long coat, and wears flat black cloth shoes. He has an elegant face and sad eyes.
Just looking at this appearance, he looks more like a scholar who has learned classics but is frustrated than a businessman.
In front of Zheng Michang, Shen Yishi behaved extremely humbly, with his body hunched over and his hands folded in his sleeves, as if he were a student asking for advice.
Zheng Michang was very pleased with his gesture. He picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and told him everything about the dike destruction and flooding of the fields.
Seeing that Shen Yishi was still calm and composed even after hearing that the government was about to flood nine counties, Zheng Mi Chang could not help but secretly praise in his heart. With this calmness alone, Shen Yishi was worthy of being the number one in Jiangnan.
After listening, Shen Yishi also adhered to his professional ethics as a "white glove" and did not ask the reason at all. When he opened his mouth, he pointed directly at the key to solving practical problems.
"For such a big thing, I'm afraid I have to say hello to Mr. Ma and Eunuch Yang."
Zheng Michang smiled, nodded and said:
"Old Shen, I'm just talking to you to save my worries. Don't worry, Ma Ningyuan is already on the way here.
Eunuch Yang knew earlier than we did that the supervision of the Xinan River is his adopted son, and he is currently making arrangements there.
Lao He still has some things to do, so he'll come over when he's finished. ”
Shen Yishi is an extremely smart person. When he heard that Zheng Michang and others had ventilated in advance, he knew that today's round was actually specially designed for Ma Ningyuan, and nodded slightly.
He raised his head again, looked at the three people standing behind Zheng Michang, who were wandering in the world, and said hesitantly:
"Master Zheng, may I ask who these three are..."
Among these three people, one is an old man with his head wrapped in cloth and a cloak on his shoulders, one is a middle-aged man with unshaven beard and simple look, and the other is a woman in a hat with a sword on her waist and full of energy.
Zheng Michang did not mention the origins of these three people, but only emphasized their roles.
"These are the masters arranged by Mr. Xiaoge. If we want to succeed, we rely on these three people."
After saying that, Zheng Michang turned his head again, faced the door, frowned and said:
"Why hasn't Lao Ma come yet? I asked someone to greet him before I came. It's time to arrive now."
"What's so urgent, my Lord Zheng?"
When Zheng Michang said that Cao Cao had arrived, Ma Ningyuan's loud voice sounded outside the door before Zheng Michang finished speaking, and then he stepped over the threshold and entered the living room.
Zheng Michang smiled, and Shen Yishi came over to greet him. He led Ma Ningyuan to the chair and spoke to him in a low voice for a while.
After Ma Ningyuan sat down, he had a look of horror on his face. He raised his head from time to time and looked at the three people behind Zheng Michang. He hesitated to speak and was in a daze.
Zheng Michang picked up the tea again, his eyebrows lowered, and he glanced at Ma Ningyuan without any trace, thoughts swirling in his mind.
If he really doesn't want to, I'm afraid...
He turned his head, made eye contact with the three black stone masters, and then turned his attention to Ma Ningyuan. This was to force Ma Ningyuan to express his stance.
Ma Ningyuan saw what Zheng Michang meant and said angrily: "I don't understand, why should you hide such a big matter from the Lord?"
Zheng Michang put down the tea bowl, narrowed his eyes, and said leisurely: "This is not the idea of me and He Maocai, but the idea of Mr. Ge and Mr. Xiaoge."
Ma Ningyuan heard Zheng Michang's subtext from these words, and exclaimed: "Elder Ge and Elder Xiao Ge don't trust the department anymore..."
Zheng Michang said nothing, but Shen Yishi stepped forward at the right time and explained in a warm voice:
"Mr. Ge and the others kept the secret from Hu Butang to protect him. You also know Hu Butang's temperament. If he knew about it, he might do something."
Zheng Michang noticed Ma Ningyuan's struggle, stood up, grabbed his hand, struck while the iron was hot, and said sincerely:
"After all, converting rice into mulberry is a national policy, so it cannot be implemented. It will hinder important things. When the Holy One finds out, Hu Butang will be the first to blame."
Hearing this, Ma Ningyuan also fell silent.
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