martial law

"Out of bullets?"

Chen Zhen's expression brightened, and he listened again, and found that, next, several steel cannons fired with a steady rhythm followed closely, and there was no news.

Only the firing of rifles continued, but the momentum dropped a lot.

"It's not that there are no bullets, but that Master Yang has started."

Huo Yuanjia took a long breath, a flush of blood suddenly appeared on his sallow face, "He made a move, he didn't die..."

"it is good!"

Everyone cheered and cheered.

Chapter 139 True, Tear Fujita by Hand

These days, although Yang Lin didn't teach for a long time in Jingwumen.

However, he treats every disciple with no secrets, teaches whatever he has, and has sharp and precise eyes.

Basically, with just one glance, a tailor-made exercise method can be created for each student.

Even Chen Zhen felt that his practice speed began to improve by leaps and bounds again after he had reached the top of his career and received advice.

Apprenticeship is one aspect.

On the other hand, Yang Lin's great reputation in Shanghai can be called terrifying.

Little Martial God, Yang Wudi, no matter which title is given out, they are all famous and powerful in the world.

It is conceivable that when he was the master of the Fist of Fury, all the disciples of the Fist of Fist were covered with such a gorgeous halo.

Needless to say to the disciples who stayed behind, this is intentional and dedicated to martial arts.

Even those disciples who left Fist of Fury and went to all walks of life to earn a living, under the same competition for positions, they still have a great advantage over others.

It can be said that because of his reputation alone, he has benefited nearly [-] disciples in the entire Jingwu Sect.

Such prestige and influence have never been experienced by others, and it is not too profound.

These people in Jingwumen are deeply grateful.

Deep down in my heart, no matter what kind of thoughts I hold, there is always some respect and respect.

So, seeing the Yang family in distress.

Only people like Chen Zhen could be so anxious.

It would be such a joy to see him still alive.

Of course, the reason for the applause is that they finally thought of it.

That is not an ordinary warrior in ordinary stories, when he sees the army and guns, he can only wait to be cut.

Instead, it is a grandmaster-level existence known as the generation of Martial God Yang Wudi.

Perhaps, when the Eight-Nation Allied Forces first invaded, there were also Grandmasters who didn't know much about firearms, so they died extremely unjustly.

But today, when firearms are becoming more and more popular, it is rare to hear of a master who died under firearms without making a sound.

Unless, you have to be stupid enough to charge directly in the face of the enemy's guns.

Obviously, Yang Lin is not this kind of person.

The gun battles he has experienced are not once or twice...

Which time didn't the blood flow like a river?

Since he didn't bombard him to death with artillery fire at the first time, he was suddenly killed, and the machine gunner and gunner were eliminated on a fixed-point basis.

Then, next, it should be the turn of the Japanese to have a headache.

……

What everyone in Jingwumen thought was right.

Yang Lin did exactly that.

Hearing that the Beiyang Army was unified, Fang Yuan led his troops to arrive.

There was no turmoil in his heart.

It was expected.

The opponent will not enter the city so quickly.

On the contrary, the growing warning signs in his heart made him frown.

Danger came from the southeast.

Obviously, it was not the Beiyang army entering the city to attack, but the enemy coming from the sea.

There was only a slight change of thought in his mind, and Yang Lin's heart was clear, seeing through all kinds of murderous intentions hidden in the mist.

Without hesitation at the moment, taking advantage of the darkness, he notified the parents at home and ordered all the guards and servants to move immediately.

This time, it was different from the time when we moved in Hangzhou.

What should be discarded, all discarded.

Not even most of the medicinal materials.

They only brought money and valuables, each with a cart, and didn't even use something too eye-catching like a carriage.

Quietly set off, no noise was allowed, and no one was disturbed.

After walking southwest for more than two miles overnight, they came to a temporary courtyard that had been prepared long ago, and temporarily lurked down.

in the process of transferring.

Yang Lin found that the mind-eye technique that he thought was useless at the beginning was not as simple as he imagined.

Arranging troops and being invincible is not only possible on the battlefield, but also in daily life.

Just like now.

He took a step ahead and sensed that the crisis was coming for no reason.

Moreover, he has roughly seen through the situation in front of him.

Know how the coming crisis will appear, and what kind of intensity it will have.

Is he able to resist, or powerless.

If a black bullet was thrown directly from the opposite side, Yang Lin estimated that his sense of crisis would not be the same as it is now, but would urge him to flee to the sea desperately.

How can I still think about it, to fight back.

Yes, after he transferred his family, he briefly explained a few words, and then dived back.

Then, just wait quietly.

……

Look at the dark night in the sky, it gradually thins out, a ray of skylight falls, and people can be seen faintly.

Then, there was artillery fire and machine guns roaring.

Then, there was a burst of bean-like rifles, and the soldiers advanced in rows.

While Yang Lin was stunned secretly, he also had the most intense murderous intent for what Fujita had done.

This guy doesn't know whether he values ​​himself too much or hates himself too much.

With such a posture, he wished to blow the entire Yang family, including himself, into pieces.

"It actually used two thousand elite soldiers and brought heavy firearms, very good..."

Without even thinking about it, Yang Lin fell from the roof on the side of the street...

The figure is like a ghost, passing through the densely packed soldiers.

With a flash of the knife light and a piercing scream, the heads of the two machine gunners were beheaded, and even the machine guns that were spraying flames in their hands were cut in half by the sharp knife light.

This is just the beginning.

Yang Lin made two jumps, flashing past several machine gun positions one by one, cutting off the soldiers, splitting the gun body and pounced into the air. shooting.

Unfortunately, Yang Lin has gone too far.

The bullets fired by those soldiers could not even touch his shadow.

Therefore, in street fighting, the quality of soldiers is tested, and the strength of a single person is tested.

The more complex the environment and the stronger the force, the greater the advantage.

According to historical records, the real ace special forces can kill more than 100 mercenaries by one person in a complex jungle environment.

As for Yang Lin, he is more than a hundred times stronger than the so-called ace special forces of later generations.

Once the body moves, with the help of various shadow environments, it is difficult for others to even see the shadow.

Not to mention that he still has body and eye skills, so it is extremely difficult to be attacked by others.

With a more mindful eye, you can find out in advance where it is safe and where it is most dangerous.

Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck is almost always going to be unfavorable...

In the face of this kind of cheating existence.

He couldn't think of what kind of method the other party would use to kill him.

Unless, he landed in an unobstructed environment, facing rows of gunmen covering the shooting.

Otherwise, with the Japanese soldier's reaction nerves that are not much beyond that of ordinary people, they simply cannot keep up with his movements.

……

Kill all the way, chop melons and vegetables.

After Yang Lin killed the machine gunner, the second sequence to be killed was of course the artilleryman.

These people may not necessarily have much higher military quality, but the small steel cannons in their hands are too powerful.

Let them react, regardless of casualties, another round of covering shots at Yang Lin's position on the opposite side...

Even with Yang Lin's current ability to avoid danger, he might be in a very embarrassing situation.

If you are not careful, you will be hit by the aftermath and hurt.

Don't think that Fujita Gang can't use this method.

From the first time Yang Lin saw this man, he knew that the other party was not only a murderer who didn't care about the lives of his enemies, but also a cold-blooded butcher who didn't care about his own lives.

He dared to give any order.

……

After clearing the gunfire, Yang Lin's third sequence was beheading.

His thinking has always been clear.

All kinds of experiences in the illusion made him understand.

In an army, if the leading general dies, the morale will drop by [-]%.

If another third of the soldiers were killed or injured, even the most elite soldiers would feel guilty...

Just one more blow and it will completely collapse.

He didn't know, was this Japanese soldier the ace in the world?

But as long as enough people are killed, he doesn't believe that the opponent can survive until the last one.

"I hope that you don't run away. If you have time, play with you."

At this time, Yang Lin's figure was soaring, his muscles were knotted and ferocious, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a god of death rushing out of the dark night.

Wherever he went, the bricks and tiles were in disarray, every house went from house to house, and every wall was broken.

Often, where there is no road, a road will be opened.

He was imposing like a rainbow, running wildly all the way, and the most fatal weakness of the enemy army pointed out by his mind was right ahead.

After breaking through the interception of dense bullets, Yang Lin broke through the last brick wall under the eyes of the Japanese soldiers as if seeing ghosts and gods.

boom……