Chapter 824 Confrontation! (Please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket!)
Although it is a well-known old restaurant, there are only one or two tables of customers in the store, which is completely incomparable with the grand occasion of queuing up for a number in the future. Tang Dao who walked into the store just glanced at it and didn't pay much attention.
This is naturally related to the economic conditions at this time. During the war years, it was a problem to feed the family. How many of them could go out to eat out?
Business was not good, and it coincided with the New Year. The waiter in old clothes was naturally lazy, and the grease on the table was not wiped off. Tang Dao naturally chose the private room that should be cleaner.
Six people entered one of the few private rooms on the second floor of this not-so-big cake shop. As expected, the environment inside was much better than the outside. The Eight Immortals table was equipped with withered flower stools and colorful painted screens.
, a very traditional Chinese-style box, but the traditional one is a little bit outdated.
However, the three women had all experienced the war and were not too picky about the environment. Teacher Xiao He, who was full of interest just now, sat down first and shouted that she was exhausted today, much more tired than doing physics experiments.
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Tang Dao
I dare say women are tired when they go shopping! Then why do they act like a perpetual motion machine when they go shopping? This is really a proposition that is difficult for men to understand.
The waiter was very submissive on the surface, but his service attitude of never seeing anyone again after ordering made Tang Dao already give this old store a bad review in his heart. Is this how he can survive into the future and become famous?
After the war, if a "Hu Di Lao" opened, would it become popular across the country?
Of course, even if it were to open, it would have to wait until China embarked on a new path of economic development. Tang Dao's biggest wish was to stay in the countryside, farming and raising chickens during the day, and discussing the mysteries of life with his wife at night.
However, whether the decoration is good or not, and even whether the service is good or not, are secondary. The most important thing is the food itself.
However, Tang Dao was also very disappointed with the dishes that were served. It was said to have all-round color, aroma and taste. Not to mention the color, the taste in the mouth also made Tang Dao feel very different from what he remembered.
This is wrong! It's like he didn't feel good when he stepped into the door of this store and saw a few customers and an unenthusiastic waiter.
Leng Feng, who saw the group's brows suddenly furrowed and looked unhappy, slapped the table and was about to call the store owner to come in and explain.
The result was even more surprising to everyone. This old store in Henan Province is really very tough, as if it was opened in a bandit's den. As soon as the table here was knocked down, the window over there suddenly burst, and several plum-shaped darts were thrown.
He flew straight towards a few people.
Before the three women could figure out why even a table could turn out to be a black shop, Tang Dao and Leng Feng suddenly moved their hands and lifted up the Eight Immortals table, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms.
"Seize! Seize!" The darts shot in from the window were all blocked by the huge Eight Immortals table.
"Leng Feng, Erya, you two, protect the three of them!" Tang Dao turned around decisively and kicked the screen to pieces, expanding the indoor space to the maximum. He looked towards the main door of the box and said with a solemn expression.
This is not a black shop, this is a premeditated assassination.
Moreover, it was an assassination from the Japanese.
The darts still inserted on the table of the Eight Immortals table prove the identity of the Japanese, because the Chinese darts are not so fancy, they just have sharp edges and can kill people, which is what the so-called ninjas in Japan like to play.
These fancy things, Tang Dao in the future has seen such fancy things.
At this point, Tang Dao had completely figured out why there were so many things wrong.
There are few customers because there are no customers. Those customers are all pretending. No wonder one of them just glanced at himself and others and stopped looking, while the others didn't even look at them.
For a normal man, the braised pancakes and dishes on the table are definitely not as attractive as the three lively beauties, but the guests at those two tables were only interested in the food.
The waiter's submissiveness is because he is Japanese and has a mean spirit at heart. He naturally doesn't dare to stay longer after ordering and leaving, so as not to expose his flaws.
As for the few dishes that were served, if a Chinese chef who was almost scared to death by being bullied could still perform to one-tenth of his level, then Tang Dao must recruit this big-hearted person under his command.
Of course, all this is no longer important, Tang Dao has never been afraid of the scumbag crowd.
But soon, Tang Dao heard breathing outside the door. A man's breathing was steady and long. It would take an ordinary person three breaths, but he only took one breath.
That is a master, a master that even Uncle Han and Ming Xin may not be able to match.
Tang Dao slowly clenched his fists and let out a breath.
That was both prudent and a warning to Leng Feng and Erya who were responsible for the safety of the three women behind them.
As comrades who had fought side by side with Tang Dao for more than three months, Leng Feng and Erya immediately knew what Tang Dao meant. They were encountering a formidable enemy. The two of them had to ensure the safety of the three women no matter what.
Leng Feng looked out the door with cold eyes, but his men immediately made arrangements, pulled out the shell gun from his waist and threw it directly to Teacher Xiao He, while he backhand pulled out the 38-meter bayonet from the scabbard at his waist.
Teacher Xiao He is not a warrior, but in such a critical moment, she can only become a warrior, and Leng Feng made the best decision.
He and Erya serve as a barrier for the three women, but Tantai Mingyue, who has already taken out his pistol, and Teacher Xiao He, who has grasped the rifle and turned on the safety, must be prepared to fight for themselves.
When faced with a crisis, one is never blindly confident and prepares for the worst. This is a qualified soldier.
The door was slowly pushed open, and an unusually tall, short-haired young man wearing a Chinese gray robe stood quietly at the door, looking at Tang Dao calmly.
Beside him, standing on the left and right, were two people who were also wearing the Chinese cotton-padded jackets most commonly worn by ordinary people, but holding Japanese samurai swords in their hands.
It seemed a bit nondescript, but there was no smile on Tang Dao's face.
Not only did the man who was half a head taller than him make him smell the scent of the same kind, but the other two people also made him feel a hint of threat, the threat of death.
The successor of Suigetsu Ryu wants to go deep into the dangerous place of China. How can Suigetsu Ryu allow him to go alone? Those who can follow Fujiwara Senyuo to China are the top masters of Suigetsu Ryu, the masters who can kill the most.
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The sharp blade of the Japanese hand stimulated a flash of blood in Leng Feng's eyes. He took a deep breath, held the bayonet in his hand, and bowed slightly. Before the killer even moved, the cold killing intent was already stimulating on the battlefield.
The Chinese Army major, who had killed no less than ten Japanese soldiers head-on, entered an attack mode.
At the same time, Leng Feng's other hand warned Erya and the two women who were hiding behind the door with a gun pointed at the door, ordering them not to shoot blindly.
Firstly, their angle did not pose much of a threat to the three people outside the door; secondly, the man who pushed the door open made his scalp numb. If the gunshot rang out, what would be shot into the house would not be the darts, but the darts.
It was a grenade, which would definitely be a disaster for the three women hiding in the box.
The look the man looked at was scary and confident.
Although he didn't say a word, Tang Dao and Leng Feng understood what he meant. He wanted a hand-to-hand fight, using the lives of three women as a threat, to have a hand-to-hand fight that would not alert the outside world.
If it doesn't go as he wishes, and the other party attacks with all their strength, the three women will be dealt with first. Even if the outside world hears the gunshots and a large group of soldiers come to support them, it will be too late.
The tall man was obviously very satisfied with the performance of everyone in the room. His eyes paused on Leng Feng for a moment and then turned to Tang Dao.
"Tang Jun, it's an honor to see you here. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fujiwara Senio. I am the brother of Fujiwara Ichizuo who died at your hands in the Battle of Matsue." Fujiwara Senio looked at him calmly.
Tang Dao said.
Tang Dao shook his head, "I think you either found the wrong person, or your brother forgot to sign me up before he died. Of course, it's not his fault. Maybe he didn't have a chance. After all, you know who is on the battlefield?"
Are you that interested in Zhazha?"
Although Fujiwara Sen'o's expression remained unchanged, there was a chill in his eyes.
Tang Dao's meaning is very obvious. Many Japanese have died under my command. Fujiwaraichi is the elder. Why should I remember his name?
"Baga." The other two Suigetsu-ryu masters holding swords in both hands yelled angrily.
"Forget about eight or seven, the number of Japanese who died under my hands must be eight, eight, sixty-four if not one hundred. From now on, remember to call me eight or eight when you see me." Tang Dao showed a trace of disdain on his face.
This bastard, no, the bastard's mouth was too venomous, and the two Japanese masters' faces instantly turned pale.
He was making all kinds of comments, but Tang Dao kept looking at the man who called himself Fujiwara Senio.
A Japanese assassin who can turn an assassination into an open attack either has a bad brain or has great self-confidence and is confident that he can kill him on the spot with his bare hands.
Of course Tang Dao would not believe that the Japanese, who went deep into the war zone and spent a huge amount of money to set up such a killing plan, would send a fool. He also did not believe that the Japanese had not done any investigation on his own information. The Japanese's arrogance was based on the fact that they had not been beaten.
Basically, once you get a beating, the cautiousness in your genes will come to the fore.
Those two big fat bombs from Beautiful Country are the best proof that one guy killed hundreds of thousands of them. Don’t the Japanese hate it? Of course they hate it, but they can bury their hatred deep in their hearts and kneel down to lick the soles of Beautiful Country’s shoes.
, and licking it for decades has become a habit.
Before they are able to completely defeat the beautiful country, they will continue to kneel as always. This is something engraved in the genes of the Japanese and has not changed for thousands of years.
"Tang Jun, the entire hotel is under the control of our people. Your Chinese city defense troops heard the noise here and rushed over. It will take at least twenty minutes. If you want to chat, I can chat with you for five minutes.
Then send Mr. Tang and his party on their way." Fujiwara Senio calmed down the anger on his face and said calmly.
"Okay! Why don't you and I sit down and talk about it? I've long heard that your Japanese island country's tea ceremony skills have long been outstanding and better than those of others. Mr. Zhanxiong, why don't you show me how to pour water and make tea first? I don't have time.
The meeting is too long, eighteen or nineteen minutes is enough, and the last minute is enough for us to have a friendly chat!" Tang Dao laughed after hearing this.
Tang Dao is already very familiar with pretentiousness, but he didn’t expect to meet a Japanese who can be more pretentious than him. Wen Wu is the first to pretend, but he is second to none. If Tang Dao doesn’t crack down on the pretentious man, then he is not Tang Dao.
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"Baga." The two Suigetsu-ryu masters once again used their little tricks and roared angrily.
Let the heir of Suigetsu Ryu demonstrate the tea ceremony, but what the hell is making tea? The result of both is the same, but they are not on the same level at all!
Also, the saying of Tang Dao is very poisonous. The Japanese who have never acknowledged that Japanese tea ceremony culture was secretly learned from the Tang Dynasty of China have always had a great reaction to this. Tang Dao is poking at everyone.
Heartbroken.
Tang Dao curled up his lips slightly, he couldn't bear this? Then how can you let the sticks of eighty years later live? Not only do they dare to shout loudly that Chinese medicine belongs to them, Qu Yuan belongs to them, Confucius belongs to them, and even Sun Wukong does.
They should go and learn Chinese culture from your servants and then come back to China and become successful!
"Tang Jun, I don't know if you believe it or not. Although Fujiwara Senzuo came here today to take your good head, he also wanted to compete with Tang Jun in martial arts, and the revenge of killing his younger brother was secondary." Fujiwara Sen.
Xiong obviously adapted quickly to Tang Dao's venomous tongue style. Not only was he not angry, but a smile broke out on his face.
Tang Dao also smiled, and stretched out his fists towards the three Japanese who were wearing Chinese clothes but were authentic Japanese, "If you want to fight, then fight. What is martial arts? It's nothing more than more powerful killing skills.
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Tang Dao's fist is not as big as a bowl like Lu Zhishen's fist described in the book, and his skin is dark and very ordinary. However, including Fujiwara Senzuo, whose eyes shrank slightly, none of the three Suigetsu-ryu masters dared to underestimate it in the slightest.
Look at that fist.
It is an invisible and intangible momentum that can only be felt by those who study martial arts.
The Tang Dao, which was previously standing with an unspectacular appearance, felt like a peerless sword unsheathed at the moment when he stretched out his fist, with its sharp edge bursting out and murderous intent overflowing.
The surging murderous intent stimulated the two Suigetsu-ryu masters standing beside Fujiwara Senzuo to move together, pointing their blades at Tang Dao, with fierce intent in their eyes.
Before Tang Dao made a move, he only showed his fist once, causing the two Suigetsu-ryu masters to take the initiative to attack. Their power was no less powerful than the pressure exerted on Leng Feng by Fujiwara Senzuo when he appeared.
Fujiwara Warlord's eyes were as bright as stars at this moment, "If the word honor was a bit polite before, but after meeting Tang Jun in person, Warlord felt that honor was not enough to describe Warlord's inner joy. In order to respect Tang Jun
As your strongest enemy, Zhan Xiong will definitely attack with all his strength later. I will take your head back to the family and hang it on the wall of my quiet room, so that Tang Jun will die a worthy death."
After saying that, Fujiwara Senzuo stretched out his hand and pulled it casually. The tough cotton Chinese robe was torn into pieces like a paper lake, revealing that he was wearing a complete Japanese samurai uniform.
Then he took a few steps back and said loudly: "Tang Jun, why don't you move and fight, otherwise, the war hero will not show mercy to any enemy in the room. Of course, this will let Tang Jun know that if you dare to escape, those three
I will definitely take this beautiful woman back to our military camp as the wife of a condolence warrior of the empire."
As Fujiwara Senzuo retreated, the two powerful swordsmen also retreated and gave way to the box door.
Tang Dao's somewhat joking expression just now became serious. The man named Fujiwara Senio was stronger than he imagined. It could even be said that he was a powerful enemy that he had never encountered in his previous life.
Although Uncle Han and Ming Xin are both masters among masters, they both have their own worries in their hearts, and their minds are far less powerful than the man in front of them. Tang Dao's various ridicules and sarcasms just now had no effect on that man.
In fact, even when he initially mocked his brother for being nothing more than a scumbag and successfully aroused the angry look on the man's face, Tang Dao extremely suspected that it was an illusion he was putting on.
Yes, despite the fact that there was no actual confrontation between the two, they had quietly passed a move.
Tang Dao used his dead brother and the nation's pain points to sarcastically attack him, while Fujiwara Senxiong threatened the three women in the room.
If Fujiwara Senio does not follow what he wants, this box will be attacked first. If machine gun fire and grenade throwing are used, even if he is a god, he will not be able to protect the three women. If Tang Dao wants to escape, the three women will be killed.
Even life is worse than death.
Tang Dao's sarcasm failed to anger Fujiwara Battle, but Fujiwara Battle hero clearly exposed Tang Dao's concerns. Strictly speaking, Tang Dao was at a disadvantage in this round of spiritual confrontation.
Because, among the three women in the house, whether it is his lover Tantai Mingyue, teacher Xiao He who will become a great figure in the future, or Mrs. Yue who has lost her husband due to the Four Elements War, Tang Dao cannot lose any of them.
However, if words alone are enough, why use fists? The police don't care anyway.
Since someone is so eager to come all the way to beat him up, then the only option is to beat him up.
Tang Dao strode out.
Leng Feng took a deep look at Madam Yue, who was being protected by Tantai Mingyue and Teacher Xiao He, and followed her out.
Mrs. Yue, who was originally pale and pale, looked at Leng Feng's back. This time she did not shed tears of despair like her husband did when he said goodbye to her. She actually took out a dagger from her clothes. Although there were tears in her eyes, they were filled with tears.
fierce.
As a mature woman, how could she not understand Leng Feng's affection for her?
He was taciturn, and the two of them had not even spoken more than ten sentences together. His face was stern, and he had never shown tenderness to her, but he could secretly help mother and son prepare food, and he could carry Yue Yiman on his back.
On her shoulders, she can walk more than ten miles at a time. When she is tired, she can slow down and let the children bring them water.
He is not as modest and courteous as her husband, nor is he gentle in his words, but when he looks at himself, there is light in his eyes.
Just like before, there was light in my eyes.
However, she knew that it was Leng Feng saying goodbye to her, just like her husband did that day.
She knew even more that she couldn't stop him. He wanted to fight side by side with his commanders and fight for them. The only thing she could do was to take out the dagger that Uncle Han gave her.
Her son was in the Four Elements Group and was being taken care of. She wanted to fight for herself and the man who was willing to protect her.
Even if you can't stab the enemy to death, you can still stab yourself to death!
