Seven or eight school guards came, and more than a dozen people fought with Ma Xingkong. It was difficult for him to fight with two fists. Ma Xingkong's legs were suddenly hugged by someone, and he almost fell down when he couldn't stand. The other students and the guards saw
He immediately rushed forward, pulling his arms and arms, hugging his waist, and instantly restrained Ma Xingkong.
The classmates were so frightened that they all turned around. The crowd pushed and pushed Wu Jing and several girls to the ground. The scene was chaotic. Wu Jing tried hard several times but could not stand up. Her hands, feet and body were stepped on several times.
Her clothes were torn, and her tender arms and legs had several scars from the rough gravel road. The pain made tears well up in her eyes.
"Ah...!" Ma Xingkong roared angrily, his eyes turned blood red, the muscles in his arms clapped, he used all his strength, twisted his waist hard, and instantly shook off a student on his right arm. He used both legs to force himself.
, took a step out and broke free from the two arms that controlled his legs.
This roar stunned hundreds of teachers and students in the audience, and everyone stared blankly at this burly young man. Wu Jing burst into tears. Firstly, it was because of the pain in the wounds on her body, and secondly, she did not expect that she would say a word
Words made such a big noise. Wu Jing's tears were the elixir that stimulated Ma Xingkong's male hormone secretion.
"Ah!" There was another long roar. Ma Xingkong opened his bow from left to right and threw the people who climbed on him far away. He gasped for air and took out a one-foot-long dagger from his arms.
Holding it in his hand: "Come on!" Ma Xingkong completely gained the upper hand in terms of momentum. Looking at the dagger shining in his hand, the students and guards did not dare to move.
Ma Xingkong stood in front of Wu Jing, like a tiger guarding its prey. Anyone who dares to go there will definitely risk his life with you. Cai Yuanpei stood in the distance with his hands behind his back. He had already noticed this man who single-handedly resisted more than a dozen students and guards.
The young man. The boxing techniques he used were extremely exquisite. A few years ago, he had seen someone use them even more exquisitely than this young man.
"Brother Heqing, the boxing techniques used by this boy are quite exquisite. If I guessed correctly, he should be from the Beihe Tiger Head Shaobao sect!" Beside Cai Yuanpei, there was a man with gold-rimmed glasses and a burly figure. The most special thing was the two
The mustache is so thick and thick that people will never forget it once they see it.
Cai Yuanpei nodded: "Brother Shouchang is right. When you said that, I also remembered it. He is indeed of the Hutou Shaobao lineage!"
Ma Xingkong made a fierce move, frightening everyone. Wu Jing looked at the tiger-like man in front of her, and suddenly felt a trace of warmth in her heart. Her mother died early, and her stepmother gave birth to a child for her father.
Brother, except for a few words with his father, no one else has ever protected him like this at home. Ma Xingkong turned around, grabbed Wu Jing's wrist, and moved toward the outside of the crowd while waving the dagger.
"Don't let him run away, rescue our classmates!" Several boys shouted from behind the crowd.
The crowd tightened a bit. Ma Xingkong waited for a tall guard standing in front of him. Suddenly he rushed forward, clamped the man's neck with one hand, and raised the other hand high, shining the bright dagger at the man.
The guy's head was pierced. Everyone screamed, and Wu Jing was so frightened that she quickly covered her eyes.
The long dagger glowed with a cold light and went down. If it hit the guy, the guy would definitely die. Just when the tip of the dagger was an inch away from the guy's head, the falling dagger suddenly stopped. A pair of strong hands held tightly
He grabbed Ma Xingkong's wrist.
Zhang Xueliang separated the crowd, hugged Ma Xingkong by the waist, and dragged him out of the crowd. His two guards took Ma Xingkong's dagger, and each of them raised an arm and quickly left the crowd. The guard who was almost killed
His legs trembled and he instantly collapsed to the ground. After working for so many years, the guard had never seen such a person before, so he came to save the dead hand.
Some male students wanted to chase after him. Cai Yuanpei stopped him: "Students, I will handle this matter. That young man is very capable. It won't help if you go there. Don't worry, I will give you a satisfactory explanation!" The principal said.
, there were a lot of curses and curses in the crowd, but no one chased after him.
Li Dazhao returned to his office and thought about what happened today. Although his students suffered a loss, he also saw the blood of the Chinese youth. As long as this blood exists, China can still be saved. This blood is the soul of China.
And with this blood, no matter how powerful the enemies who spy on China are, they will eventually be defeated one day.
He immediately bent down at his desk, picked up a piece of manuscript paper, and started writing quickly. The words "The Bloody Man of Chinese Youth" suddenly appeared on the paper. Throughout the afternoon, Li Dazhao wrote an exciting article starting from the fight at Beijing University.
People's hearts, an article calling on young people to maintain their bloody nature.
Zhang Xueliang dragged Ma Xingkong out of the campus and got into his car. After calming down for a moment, Ma Xingkong regained his consciousness. Zhang Xueliang sighed: "Brother, you, you..."
Ma Xingkong gasped: "These boys are too ignorant. Forget it, let's not talk about it. It's my brother's fault today. I will make up for it if I have the chance!"
Zhang Xueliang came to Beijing University to mobilize the teachers and students here, hoping that these scholars and the future of China would come out to oppose Yuan Shikai and make Yuan Shikai retreat. Unexpectedly, Ma Xingkong came up with such a thing, and the work these days became instantaneous.
For nothing.
There was nothing to say all night, and Ma Xingkong just got up early the next morning. Zhang Xueliang burst into laughter and broke into Ma Xingkong's room without knocking: "Brother! Good thing! Good thing!"
"Pa!" Zhang Xueliang threw a stack of newspapers on the table and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the fight that big brother had at Beijing University yesterday would have such an effect. Hahaha, good! Good!"
Ma Xingkong was a little confused. Zhang Xueliang grabbed the newspaper and read aloud: "The bloody men of the Chinese youth, a country without bloody men cannot be called a strong country, and a country without bloody youths cannot be called a strong country. Today in the capital
On the campus of the highest university, I saw a bloody man..."
Zhang Xueliang finished reading it in one breath. Although Ma Xingkong didn't know much about literacy, he could tell that it was him who was speaking. Ma Xingkong smiled: "These literati are really powerful. They can say so many things in a fight. No wonder
People say that robbers kill with knives and scholars kill with pens!"
Zhang Xueliang said: "As soon as this article came out, the young people I saw will definitely be excited. The goal of overthrowing the monarchy and safeguarding the republic will be achieved, hahaha..."
As soon as Zhang Xueliang left, Ma Xingkong rushed to the table and grabbed the newspaper. The three characters "New Youth" on the masthead immediately caught his eye.