Xu Ruifeng had never hated someone so much, never before, but with Yang Qingyun in front of him, Lao Xu felt uncomfortable just looking at him breathing.
"Why are you so stained?"
Wang Ming couldn't listen anymore and asked.
In the eyes of Jianghu people, when you tell stories, tell facts, mention people, and report numbers at this time, it actually shows one thing, either you are wrong or you are cowardly.
"My ink marks?"
Yang Qingyun looked back at Wang Ming.
Xu Ruifeng didn't say anything, took out the dagger, raised his hand, and stabbed it directly in the chest.
"well!"
Xu Mao quickly exclaimed to remind Yang Qingyun that as soon as Yang Qingyun turned his head, the dagger had already pierced the left side of his chest and heart.
bump.
I broke out in a cold sweat.
Yang Qingyun looked down at the tip of the knife on his chest, sweat dripping down his temples. The extent of his mouth opening and his shocked expression seemed to be completely frightened by Lao Xu's ferocity.
Not penetrated.
In other words, Xu Ruifeng's knife didn't feel like it was touching the flesh at all. He always felt that his knife was blocked by something, so Lao Xu took advantage of the situation and slashed down - swish.
Yang Qingyun's clothes were cut open, revealing a military green body armor that was smaller than a 'lobster armor'.
For Lao Xu, this thing should be considered high-tech, but for Yang Qingyun and his subordinates, it is standard equipment.
This is the sn1 fragmented body armor produced by the Soviet Union. It is currently in the research stage. It has neither been put into the battlefield on a large scale nor has it been sold around the world. According to the historical trend, this fragmented body armor has been iterated until sn3 before it is put into use. Then
This was already 1943.
But, how could a bulletproof vest save Yang Qingyun's life?
Isn't this a foolish dream?
"Lao Xu, calm down and listen to me."
Yang Qingyun took a big step away from Xu Ruifeng, stretched out his hands to block his chest, and looked so nervous that it was difficult to express it.
Xu Ruifeng held the knife and calmed him down like a normal person: "Say it, I'll listen. Come on, come here, come to me and speak slowly."
He slowly backed away, and he followed step by step, until Yang Qingyun retreated into the crowd of his own people, and only one boy dared to stand between the two of them. He may have felt that being an outsider in the middle could buffer the situation.
As for Lao Xu, he didn't say much. He saw the boy standing in the middle and said, "What are you going to do?"
He raised his hand to turn the knife head, and held the opponent's head with the other hand. The knife handle in his hand was still used as a side attack, and it hit the cochlea just in front of the opponent's ear - snap.
The boy felt as if something in his ears had exploded, and his ears were filled with tinnitus buzzing. Then his vision went black and he fell softly.
Xu Ruifeng stepped over him without even looking.
"Come together!"
The remaining three people rushed over at the same time, raised their fists and hit Lao Xu on the head.
Three or three trained practitioners working together would be absolutely fatal to ordinary people, but Lao Xu didn't give any reaction at all.
He seems to be used to all this, used to taking action when the strength of the two sides is unequal.
Facing the fist that hit him, he immediately stepped to his side, bent his left thumb and clasped it inside the index finger of the fist to form a joint, raised his hand and pushed it upward, and his thumb directly hit the person who made the first move.
armpit.
After the boy was hit, he felt like half of his body was being electrified and fell down, and his whole body lay on the ground convulsing in pain.
The second and third people rushed over at the same time. They sandwiched Xu Ruifeng in the middle. One of them raised his foot and kicked him in desperation. The other one was still sober. He rushed towards Lao Xu and at the same time, stretched out his hand.
Go touch the gun on your body.
Through this moment, the boy seemed to have noticed that Xu Ruifeng's hand in front of him was definitely unusual. He could easily knock someone down without even looking at the other person's painful expression. It's this kind of character that most people can't.
It can't be done. If we don't need to grab it, we may end up with the entire army being annihilated.
The problem is that he is the farthest away from Xu Ruifeng, and there is someone in between. He can only rush over, find his body and draw the gun. As for whether the sound of gunshots will attract the Japanese, is that a question to consider now?
?When is the most important thing to say?
The moment he considered all this, he found an opening from an angle where his sight was blocked. He pulled out the gun and held it in his hand before looking up again!
Lao Xu stood in front of him and waited expressionlessly.
Old Mrs. Xu knew how to arrange the order once he started making moves. Every scar on his body told him what the consequences would be if he made a mistake. Although Xu Ruifeng's skills were said to be taught by the Golden Sword Protector, they were learned from many years in the world.
He has been polished by the battles on the battlefield. Even if a master like Tuolong doesn't know kung fu, once he takes human life and feeds it, it is not something that ordinary people can deal with.
This time Lao Xu moved first. He spread his left fist into a palm and grabbed the opponent's front door. As soon as his hand reached the middle to cover the opponent's sight, his posture changed. Yang Qingyun's men were about to raise their pistols and shoot.
His companion's kicked foot had already landed on the ground, but he saw that Xu Ruifeng's hand covering his side had not moved, but the person came around to his side. When he reacted, Lao Xu's attack was as fast as lightning and flint.
The handle of the knife was pointed at the opponent's head three times in succession, at the temple, cochlea, and neck. After three slaps, the kid didn't even react and fell sideways.
At this moment, the fist of the last person to save his companion was punched, and it reached Lao Xu's back - bump.
Make a decision.
If you give these young men in their early twenties a gun, they can indeed kill people. But if you take away the gun and dagger and let him face an old man with bare hands, he may not even be able to catch the person's figure. This is not a matter of practice.
It is a problem that has not been experienced before, but a problem that has not been experienced before.
These old Jianghu people are panting in the bloody storm all day long. It is not easy to survive. Once you start taking action, how can he not know what each of your actions means?
Let’s talk about the first one. That’s a stupid young man who comes up and hits your face with his fist. What will happen if you hit him? His nose will be broken and his nose will bleed violently. What next?
Second, stretch out your feet to kick, not to mention kicking in other places. Can I ask you to kick on the belly? Can I ask you to push out with all your strength? What kind of person can you kick with this kick?
The third one was a master who dared to kill people. He knew how to draw a gun, so as soon as Xu Ruifeng discovered this action, he immediately came over and killed his opponent first.
In fact, for Lao Xu, being an opponent against these people is not called fighting for one's life. Fighting for one's life only happens after you take out your gun. You are not even qualified to get to that point.
"Lao Yang, don't hide, let's chat."
Yang Qingyun stepped back step by step and pushed to the exit of the stairs. He couldn't move his heels back and sat down. When he turned back to support his body with his hands, he turned his head again.
Xu Ruifeng had already stepped in front of him, with his legs crossed by his side.
"I'm just going to ask you one thing, and I won't ask you any more."
"Lao Xu, listen to me. Please calm down and listen to me first."
Xu Ruifeng didn't care what he said at all: "Let me ask you, I promised you to give you my life, did you turn around and go to stop the Japanese? I didn't kick the pole, right?"
"No."
Xu Ruifeng nodded: "Yeah."
"I ask you again, you promised me that even if you risk your life, you will let me, Xu Ruifeng, enter the Martyrs Cemetery and enjoy the worship of future generations. Have you done it?"
"Old Xu."
"well."
"Uh...cough..."
Xu Ruifeng inserted the knife into his throat. Like a wild beast, he thrust it in while comforting him: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". It's better to be nervous than to relax. It will be fine soon, soon."