Man in the Heavens: Rewarding the Good and Punishing the Evil

The crow hovered hungrily at low altitude, seeing that the people below didn't seem to care about him, so he carefully landed on the carriage.

They were extremely hungry. While quickly pecking at the flesh and blood, their eyes, which were brighter than feathers and redder than blood, were still watching the corpse collector vigilantly.

"Quack-quack-"

The cry woke Chen Chong up again, and he forced himself to calm down. Seeing that the corpse collection team was still far away from him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Watching a brave soldier poke the tip of a gun into the chest of the dead body, the man thought frantically, looking for a way to escape.

Tibetan?

Looking around, there is no shelter, where is there a place to hide?

run?

The leader's mount is fat and strong, and it looks like a good horse. How can he outrun four legs with two legs?

Besides, even if he ran away, under the rule of the Tartars, where else could he go besides going to the mountains as a savage?

drop?

As soon as this idea was born, Chen Chong rejected it.

Kneel down if you have nothing to do, master, slave, scum, if you have to live this kind of life in the future, you might as well die.

It seems that there is only one way left...

Clenching his fists, Chen Chong looked at the leading soldier with a killing intent in his eyes.

There were a total of 13 brave soldiers in this team, except for the leader who led the cotton armor, the rest were not very brave.

If you can kill the leader first, the other pawns don't have to be afraid.

He made such a judgment, not out of arrogance, but with his own confidence.

Chen Chong's high school grades were not satisfactory, and he got the special recruitment spot of Bagua University because the school examination teacher saw that he had mastered Baguazhang and was able to help the school in the youth and college students' martial arts competitions.

In his three years of university life, he has played nearly a hundred games in various competitions. He is not lacking in experience. The only thing that worries him is that he is afraid that he will not be able to make a deadly move.

During the competition, it is always to the end, even if they are fighting for fame and fortune, no one really kills them. After all, in a society ruled by law, you will go to jail if you mess up...

puff!

The sound of the corpse's chest being pierced made Chen Chong feel cold, and immediately made up his mind.

Either you die or I die.

Stimulated by the strong smell of blood, Chen Chong's desire to fight became stronger.

The Golden Tiger Sixth Stage certified by the Martial Arts Association, who is more powerful against this kind of fighting man in the army?

We'll find out later.

As the heartbeat became louder and the skin all over his body became hotter and hotter, he knew that his body had entered a state of excitement.

Staring at the movements of the Tartar soldiers, the man began to move his joints in a very small range.

----

The mustache rubbed his shoulders, threw half of the corpse into the car, and at the same time quietly pocketed a few copper coins.

As a veteran soldier, he knows when to be lazy and where to reap benefits.

For example, the two corpses in the distance may look bloody, but the action of stacking them together shows that it may not be simple in fact.

The person in front took his life to block the person behind. He really couldn't think of any other reason except that the person blocked had a higher status.

Perhaps, this is a rich master?

Thinking about this in his heart, he pulled the carriage and walked towards the two corpses.

After touching the cigarette pouch on his waist, he made a decision in his heart: If he finds something from these two unlucky things, he will reward himself.

Who can stay in this stinky place if you don't smoke his mother's pot?

"Call-"

Putting the carriage in front of the corpse, the mustache bent down and pulled the corpse above it aside.

Just as he was about to start groping, his heart suddenly jumped. Why is the complexion of that dead ghost so rosy?

Something is wrong!

He subconsciously touched the waist knife, but it was too late.

Chen Chong pushed his hands up from the mustache's chin, and only heard a crisp "click", and the person in front of him went limp and fell to the ground.

Holding the dead body, Chen Chong couldn't believe it.

Is this dead?

How can I feel nothing, tension and discomfort?

Shaking his head, Chen Chong took a deep breath, letting the smell of blood and viscera fill his nostrils.

Although the smell is unpleasant, it makes you more resilient.

He was short and looked into the distance from the gap in the carriage. The twelve Eight Banners soldiers were doing their own thing, and they didn't know anything about what happened here.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, and there was a carriage to cover him, the man immediately began to change his mustache clothes.

The opponent had a large number of people, Chen Chong didn't have any idea of ​​a one-on-one challenge, after all, Baguazhang was not suitable for a frontal attack.

When the master taught kung fu, he made it very clear - in a real fight, you can use weapons, try not to be empty-handed, and you can sneak attack, try not to hit head-on.

For the leader of the Eight Banners soldiers, Chen Chong was going to carry out this idea and give him a surprise attack.

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Chen Chong quickly changed his clothes, threw the two dead bodies into the car, and pulled a few corpses to cover the mustache, and then secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

There is a pile of weapons behind the horse's buttocks. Apart from the mustache waist knife, there are various other weapons, which seem to have been used by those people from the Tiandihui.

There are two kinds of standard weapons for Bingyong, one is a waist knife that is more than three feet long, and the other is a red-tasseled spear that is over six feet long.

But now it's a sneak attack, whether it's a waist knife or a long spear, it's not suitable for me.

He gently put down the waist knife, took out a bloody cowhide sheath, and wrapped four short knives in the sheath, which seemed to be the butcher's food.