To practice Chaos Dream Art in Xiaoyao, you must experience different social situations, experience the joys and sorrows of the world, love and hatred, in order to better break through bottlenecks and improve your own strength.
This time Xiaoyao wanted to enter the historical plane and untie the historical complex. He hated the Japanese Japs the most, so with the help of the Dream God, he was transported to the historical plane of the Anti-Japanese War.
Xiaoyao appeared in the Fenghuang Mountain area in central Shandong Province.
The war of resistance against Japan burned the land of central Shandong. Yiyuan County and Linqu County became strategic areas, and Fenghuang Mountain was located at the junction of the two counties, blocking the transportation hub. One brigade of the Japanese Army's Banmoto Regiment was stationed in Yiyuan County, and the other brigade was stationed in Linqu County.
, ensuring smooth traffic in central Shandong.
Yiyuan County is a large county with a permanent population of 150,000. There are many merchants coming from the south and the north, and there is also a large floating population. Although it is in the war years, it cannot stop the suffering Chinese people from running for survival.
In the tavern in the south of the city, a young man of about twenty years old, with a strong and well-proportioned figure, a handsome and resolute face, and bright and elegant clothes, was sitting by the window, slowly sipping strong drinks and hissing in his mouth.
sound.
There were a lot of people in the tavern, but the young man had a table to himself. No one came to sit with him. The man who was doing business in the world had sinister eyes. He was a rich man, and the aura he exuded was very unpleasant.
provoke.
The young man is none other than Zhang Zhen, a young man from Xiaoyao. He is an authentic modern Chinese and a very angry young man who traveled through history to the eight-year Anti-Japanese War. He wanted to beat up the little Japs to vent his anger towards them.
"Get out! Get out! Get out! Get the fuck out of here. The third master of the tavern is here to take care of you. Get out of here!" There was a flurry of excitement, and several people were wearing black coats, bloomers, wide-mouthed cloth shoes, and top hats tilted.
The gangsters with twenty-gun box cannons in their waists rushed in, beating the guests in the tavern like chickens. Amidst the bursts of low curses, the drinkers who had just been shouting and gossiping were moving at extremely fast speeds.
Rushed out of the tavern.
After a few hooligans, a big man with a sinister face walked in. The big man was dressed like the other hooligans, but he was wearing a pair of high leather boots. This kind of leather boots was rare and usually only worn by Japanese officers.
I don't know where he got it from.
"Who is this? Why are you so tough and even better than me?" Mr. Xiaoyao Zhang Zhen asked as he grabbed the waiter running up and down beside him.
"Bah! You're a fucking traitor!" The waiter cursed in a low voice, glared at the big man named Third Master angrily, and ducked down to sneak into the kitchen.
"Third Master, Third Master, please take a seat!" A handsome young man opened the bench, dusted off the dust on it, and humbly asked the Third Master to sit down.
"Third Master, you smoke!" The cigarette was handed over, and the people around him quickly lit it up. The Third Master took a puff of smoke happily, with a proud look on his face.
"Third Master, would you like me to capture the widow of the Li family and give her to your old companion to drink with you? That woman is quite tasty." A younger brother came forward and said.
"Fuck you! What a damn bad luck. Don't you know that the widow of the Li family died of sex last night?" The third master slapped the younger brother on the face.
"Third Master, I heard that you are always a popular figure in front of the imperial army. Don't forget to take care of your younger brothers when the time comes." The young boy from before came up and said with a smile.
"They are all brothers who conquered the world with me, and they are all close followers. In the past, they were all ministers who cared about life. My brothers always took advantage of me." The third master laughed.
"That's it! That's it!" The boys around him nodded and bowed in agreement.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Why is there another one over there? Third Master, I don't have enough respect. Why don't you give me a place to stay in a tavern for my birthday?" Third Master said with a "bah" in his mouth.
He blew out half of his cigarette and slapped it hard on the table.
Zhang Zhen naturally knew that he was talking about himself. He took out a special Chinese cigarette, lit it with a modern high-quality lighter, took a big puff, and then blew out smoke rings one after another. He felt very comfortable. Then he took another big puff.
Strong wine, savor the burning sensation.
At this time, the younger brother who was trying to please came over and stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Zhen's shoulder with a curse. Before his hand could catch up, Zhang Zhen used Tianshan's plum-breaking hand, clasped his wrist and pulled him over, and pulled him over with a "pop" sound.
He put his hand on the table, picked up the chopsticks on the table, and stabbed them down hard. The chopsticks pierced the palm of the little gangster and pinned him to the table.
The two tables were only five meters apart. With the traitor in his hand, Zhang Zhen had already appeared in the crowd in front of the third master. He was too close and the cannon couldn't be pulled out at all. Zhang Zhen's palms were flying, and he couldn't pull them out.
Clouds of blood mist spurted out, and the seven or eight younger brothers around the Third Master were all hit on the face by Zhang Zhen's palm, causing their noses to collapse.
"You, you, you...brother, which path are you on? If you offend my third master, you are offending the imperial army. If you offend the imperial army, you are seeking death...ah...ah..."
Before the Third Master could finish speaking, Zhang Zhen punched the Third Master on the bridge of his nose. He was immediately filled with all kinds of tastes, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, and his nose was filled with mucus and tears. Zhang Zhen grabbed a handful of chopsticks and pinned the palms of seven or eight young men to the table, drawing blood.
The ticking was flowing, and those gangsters screamed in pain.
"Whoever cries again, I will make him howl in hell!" Zhang Zhen packed up ten box cannons, thought about it and searched these traitors again, and found out the bullets and a lot of silver coins.
Wrap them separately, just because there is a shortage of money in this world, and RMB doesn't work anymore.
"Brother, if you have something to say, the mountains will not change, the green mountains will not change, the green water will...ah..." Before the third master could finish his words, Zhang Zhen slapped him in the face and grabbed the third master's two
Putting his palms on the table, "You move it and try it!"
After Zhang Zhen finished speaking fiercely, he stretched out his right hand and sucked in a few chopsticks. Under the horrified eyes of the third master, the chopsticks quickly pierced down and pinned the third master's palms to the table. The third master opened his mouth wide, but
He didn't dare to scream out, his face was twisted into a mess.
"You have so little ability to become a traitor! Selling your ancestors' belongings!" Zhang Zhen shook his head and found a large handful of silver coins on the third master.
"Guest...guest...guest, I...what should I do?" The lean shopkeeper's face was livid with fear, the gall seemed to burst open, and the bile was already flowing backwards onto his face.
"Don't worry, I'll leave right away! Then you can report to the imperial army." Zhang Zhen grabbed a handful of chopsticks and flicked them. The chopsticks penetrated the heads of those traitors, killing them to death. He used blood to
There are a few big words written on the wall: "Those who kill, the gods of murder are free."
Zhang Zhen threw down a few silver coins and walked away gracefully, humming as he walked: "Chop off the heads of the Japanese with the big knife..."
Just as Zhang Zhen was humming vigorously, there was suddenly a loud noise.
"What a crime! What a crime!" The shrinking people gathered in a circle from a distance, holding their hands and shaking their heads. From time to time, they would step back a little more, stretching their necks to look inside.
"What's going on?" Driven by curiosity, Zhang Zhen pulled a strong middle-aged man behind the circle and asked.
"Sir, I think you're a tender-skinned person, so I'd better not inquire too much. If you know too much, you'll cause trouble. You'd better leave quickly." The middle-aged man turned around and said, stretching his neck and looking into the inner circle.
He walked with his feet half open, making a gesture of escaping at any moment.
"What's going on? Tell me." Zhang Zhen handed over a silver dollar that he had collected from a traitor. The middle-aged and elderly man was stunned for a moment, and then he looked happy. A silver dollar is a big windfall.
He took out the silver dollar, pinched it with two fingers, blew a breath, put it to his ear, listened carefully, and immediately nodded and bowed.
"Sir, this is what happened. Several Japanese soldiers on patrol met the daughter of the old Zhang family when she came home. Seeing that she was pretty, the Japanese soldiers followed her in, raped her and her mother, and then killed her.
Her whole family is dead." The middle-aged man said repeatedly, "I am a wealthy man, so I'd better leave quickly to avoid getting into trouble."
"How many Japanese patrols?" Zhang Zhen glanced at these indifferent people who only watched the excitement with some disgust, and asked the middle-aged man, "How many?"
"Four." The middle-aged man replied.
Just as the middle-aged man was talking, the people watching the excitement dispersed with a coax and ran away. The middle-aged man also screamed strangely, ignoring Zhang Zhen and ran very fast. In just the blink of an eye, there were hundreds of people in this circle.
The people who were watching the excitement ran away without a trace, leaving only Zhang Zhen still where he was, looking stupid.
Four Japanese soldiers wearing khaki military uniforms, carrying 38 rifles on their backs, with red faces and sweat on their foreheads. Behind the four Japanese soldiers, there are three Japanese samurai, kicking on wooden clogs and walking.
There was a clicking sound, and two samurai swords, one long and one short, were stuck in the belt.
Four Japanese soldiers and three Japanese samurai walked past Zhang Zhen without looking at Zhang Zhen. Zhang Zhen understood Japanese, and they were discussing how to go to a restaurant for dinner.
"Stop!" Zhang Zhen shouted coldly.
"Baga! You are seeking death!" the Japanese soldiers shouted sternly.
Zhang Zhen can speak Japanese, and his level is better than that of the Japanese. He asked in Japanese: "Did you rape the Zhang family's mother and daughter, and kill her father?"
"Why do you know Japanese?" the Japanese samurai asked.
"So what if I can speak Japanese? The key is that you risk your life!" Zhang Zhen shouted loudly.
"Baga! Those who are sitting here are dead!" The four Japanese soldiers pulled the bolt of their guns and wanted to shoot. Zhang Zhen dodged several times, broke their necks while breathing, and took away their 38 rifles.
Bullets, grenades.
The three Japanese samurai were startled, and they quickly raised their samurai swords and struck at Zhang Zhen. Zhang Zhen smiled disdainfully, and used the Six Meridians Divine Sword, piercing their heads, and instantly put away their long and short samurai swords. Of course,
Their valuables were also collected.
Then Zhang Zhen wrote several big characters on the ground with the blood of the Japanese: "The murderer, the God of Killing Zhang Zhen!"
Zhang Zhen looked at the corpses of the Japanese on the ground with cold eyes, turned around, and hummed a song: "Chop off the heads of the Japanese with the big knife..."