This Qing is wrong

Chapter 75 Amitabha

The brutal Shaolin master immediately caused chaos in the Qing army inside the city wall.

Not to mention those civilian husbands who were temporarily recruited, even the soldiers of the Qing army who had something in their hands fled in panic.

Then they discovered that these bald puppets had too strong legs, they were all like sprinters, they couldn't run them at all!
The most important thing is that these Shaolin masters will not attack the same target with multiple people, this is the arrogant 'attribute' of Shaolin masters, they don't bother to bully the few with more...

Therefore, the fleeing Qing army and peasants found desperately that even though they ran faster than their companions, there were always bald puppets who stepped over their companions who were being slaughtered and caught up with them!
In the desperate situation of death, many soldiers of the Qing army saw that there was no hope of escape, so they could only turn around and shouted desperately, raising their weapons and aiming at Master Shaolin.

And although these Shaolin masters all have fists as big as sandbags, they seem to be very confident in their own defense. When chasing and killing the crowd, they don't know how to dodge. He waved his fists and greeted him.

Of course, there were also quite a few Shaolin masters who sent out a whip kick, kicking the waists of the opposing Qing soldiers on the spot.

Li Ergou saw with his own eyes a soldier of the Qing army who was kicked in the waist, and he turned into a soft-legged shrimp on the spot. He curled up and lay on the ground, clutching his waist with a pale face, and opened his mouth wide. Can't make a sound!
In the next second, the Shaolin master who kicked the Qing soldier in the waist made another penalty kick, aiming at the side face of the Qing soldier who was lying on the ground unable to move, and kicked.

There was a cracking bone cracking sound, and when this Qing soldier whose head was distorted into the shape of a ghost died, there was a hint of relief in his eyes...

Master Shaolin kicked the Qing soldier to death with two feet, put one hand upright on his chest, and said to the corpse on the ground: "Amitabha, may the benefactor be reborn in bliss."

Then, look up to find the next target.

It's a pity that at this time, except for the corpses made by his 'brothers', the living people have already run away.

So, the Shaolin master turned around and met Li Ergou who was paying attention here...

The next moment, the Shaolin master had a benevolent smile on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly stepped on the ground with both feet, and with an unknown amount of force, he even stepped on the mud to create a sunken footprint!
"This...these monks and puppets can't all reach the cultivation base of the ninth-rank body forging..."

Li Ergou said to himself with slightly trembling lips.

Of course Li Ergou's judgment was wrong, after all, he was not a serious martial artist, so naturally he had a vague concept of a martial artist.

Master Shaolin's physical fitness is still at the level of ordinary people, at most he can be regarded as a relatively strong physique among ordinary people.

You can horizontally compare Li Changqing's professional fitness coaches and professional athletes in the 21st century in his previous life, or active veterans who often train in the field.

Physical fitness is almost at this level.

The reason why Shaolin masters' fists and feet are so lethal is that they have their own Shaolin kung fu, they know the distribution of the vital parts of the human body, they can hit the vital parts of the human body with a punch and a kick, and they can even punch an inch without wasting any energy !
Anyone who is good at kickboxing knows that if a person with a strong physique concentrates all his strength on one point and hits the opponent's vital parts, he can kill a person.

No matter how bad it is, it can destroy the opponent on the spot.

This is also the reason why all regular sparring sports have restrictions on attacking positions.

Of course, this requires professional training. Most people don't know how to concentrate their strength on their fists.

However, Shaolin masters can do this step for everyone!
Therefore, Qing soldiers and civilian husbands facing Shaolin masters often couldn't even withstand a single blow from Shaolin masters. Even if they didn't die after falling down, they would lose their combat effectiveness on the spot and be "made up" by Shaolin masters.

Fortunately, the Shaolin masters still have the Achilles' heel of the systematic enemy, only attacking but not defending, and sometimes they even adopt the same style of attack in order to kill their opponents.

This caused the Shaolin master to be injured or even died under the counterattack of many desperate Qing soldiers.

However, the overall situation is still that the escaped living people occupy the majority, so the Shaolin masters have always had the upper hand.

Li Ergou saw the Shaolin master galloping along the horse path toward the city wall, and hurriedly called out to his subordinates, "Hold up your spears for me."

After shouting, Li Ergou subconsciously turned to the direction of the recruits he was leading, and he couldn't help being stunned.

The four recruits who were originally standing behind Li Ergou had all run away, and Li Ergou could only see the messy backs of the four of them...

"Damn it, these little bastards actually sold me, Grandpa!"

Li Ergou couldn't help cursing. He had been standing on the city wall to watch the battle. Naturally, he knew that those monks who were good at 'running' would never be able to run with his legs. If he turned around and ran away, he was committing suicide.

The ferocity of being a soldier for many years and the desire to survive in desperate situations made Li Ergou stop his escape. Taking advantage of the gap between the Shaolin master who was staring at him and running towards him, he lit his blunderbuss matchlock , hold it up in front of your eyes to aim.

When Li Ergou finished all this, the Shaolin master had already run to the city wall through the bridleway, his arms were swinging at a constant speed, and he was running like flying but very steady.

If a knowledgeable person sees the running posture of Shaolin masters, he will definitely doubt whether these Shaolin masters have been trained in the national track and field team...

Li Ergou looked at the ignited matchlock behind the barrel of the gun, and fixedly stared at the Shaolin master running in a straight line, beads of sweat trickling down from his forehead and temples.

"Go to hell, monster!"

Li Ergou yelled loudly to cheer himself up, and pulled the trigger.

Under the pull of the trigger, the ignited matchstick is inserted into the medicine chamber, and the black powder inside is ignited.

The black gunpowder deflagrated in a narrow space, and suddenly emitted thick white smoke. Just by looking at the concentration of the white smoke, we can tell that the proportion of incomplete combustion of these black gunpowder is not low...

But even if the black powder is not completely burned, the power generated is still enough to push the lead bullet in the barrel.

The Shaolin master who came running in a straight line suddenly had a small blood hole on his chest, but a bowl-sized blood hole suddenly exploded on the corresponding position on his back!

The inertia of the whole person rushing forward was abruptly interrupted, Master Shaolin only felt the inexhaustible strength all over his body suddenly disappear, his body softened and he fell to the ground, vomiting blood out of his mouth uncontrollably.

But Master Shaolin couldn't see the slightest pain in his eyes, instead he stretched out his hands and crawled forward!
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