Chapter 173 Fighting Field

In the loud noise of "boom", Foshan fell, and the originally prosperous martial arts capital was smashed at this moment. A large number of Japanese troops entered Foshan, with premeditated and planned burning and looting, and the annihire of silver women were carried out in every corner of Foshan.

With a sound of gunshots, the creatures in Foshan fell one by one. Both the elderly and children, as well as women, were exhausted under the destruction of the Japanese army.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..." The man who died in front of him knew Zhou Tian. He was Liao Yuanzhi's eldest apprentice. He was very generous, but before he died, he showed ferocious fear and howl, but his wailing begging for mercy was only the more crazy assassination of the thin soldier in front of him. After a series of knife cuts, the originally tall body shrank like a balloon, and the blood of a column gushed out, dyeing the world in front of Zhou Tian's eyes red... The killing and abuse still continued, and the ignorant children on the street became the object of Japanese soldiers' abuse. The younger the children were, the more exciting they seemed to be. The fierce surname of those beasts, a two-year-old child, was picked up in the air with a gun by the beasts. With the wail of the child's mother, the child's head cracked after a gunshot. The ignorant world was broken before it was clear, and the child's mother was killed by more than a dozen beasts in despair. Crazy humiliation, powerless and sad death... After the unslewren beasts vented their contemptuous desires, there was a cheering voice. A Japanese soldier was extremely excited to take out a baby from the room. The baby cried in the silver smile of the Japanese soldier. However, the crying did not inspire the names of the beasts, but made them find more interesting play props.

The beast put the baby on the mill in the yard, and then made a push action. Then, in the laughter of the other beasts, the crying baby stopped abruptly. After a moment, bright red blood flowed from the mill, drop by drop, sliding on the broken scorched earth..." Wang "Damn!" Zhou Tian roared feebly, but the time prohibition of the grocery store made him unable to move at all. He had to watch those people die under the guns of the Japanese army, and then the soldiers who cleaned the battlefield carried the corpses away like dragging dogs to death, and the fallen limbs were in the struggle of wild dogs. The robbery was fragmented again... "Jew..." Without the prohibition of the grocery store, Zhou Tian's whole body softened and kept vomiting on the ground... This is aggression, this is a massacre. The scenes I saw before flowed from Zhou Tian's mind again, and this time Zhou Tian felt it. Powerless, in the face of those guns, Zhou Tianzhen really dared to fight with them... "Master Zhou, didn't you go back to your hometown? Why are you here? You still wear so thin clothes." The speaker was Liao Yuanzhi. When he saw Zhou Tian lying on the ground, he quickly came over and helped Zhou Tian up.

"Go back to my hometown..." After the July 7 Incident, everything in the world of Sunday has become a movie. I have experienced about a day or two in more than a year, and the so-called reason for going back to my hometown should be systematically made up for myself.

"Master Zhou, go home with me..." When Liao Yuanzhi saw Zhou Tian's lost soul, he thought that Zhou Tian had experienced something, so he didn't ask about it in detail.

"Master Liao, how is your family now?" The place where Zhou Tian and Liao Yuanzhi are now is the original Taishan Martial Arts Museum. When the Japanese army invaded Foshan, the Taishan Martial Arts Museum was naturally looted, but the camera flowed so fast that Zhou Tian did not see what happened in the Taishan Martial Arts Museum clearly at all.

"My family is fine, but my apprentices..." Liao Yuanzhi's shiny hair has long lost its luster, and there are a little more vicissitudes between the corners of his eyes. After sighing a little, he changed the topic and said, "Master Zhou, wait a minute. Let me see if there is anything useful in the martial arts school."

After a long time, Liao Yuanzhi took out a ceramic jar from the martial arts hall near the ruins. Although it was broken, he could still use "Master Zhou, let's go. It's so cold to dress like this. I still have a few cold-proof clothes."

Zhou Tian is still wearing summer clothes. When blown by the cold wind, there is a kind of cold and piercing feeling, and this cold is more emanating from the inside out... "You live here now..." Zhou Tian followed Liao Yuanzhi to his current residence. There are four people in the small house, Liao Yuanzhi His wife and two children met on Sunday, and the old man who was blind... "This is my aunt. His son and daughter were killed, so they came to me." After Liao Yuanzhi put the ceramic jar in the cooking shed outside, he let Sunday into the house.

"Master Zhou, sit down first. I'll get the clothes." Liao Yuanzhi poured a glass of water for Zhou Tian, and then turned to the inner room to find clothes for Zhou Tian.

"Sister-in-law, aunt..." Zhou Tian nodded to Liao Yuanzhi's wife and aunt, and then squeezed out a smile and pinched Liao Yuanzhi's youngest son's face as before.

"Let's see if we can wear it." Liao Yuanzhi came out of the inner room with two clothes in his arms and handed them to Zhou Tian. The clothes were old, but they were still warm. After putting them on, the chill on Zhou Tian's body faded a little.

"Master Liao, I said that I'm going to send us white rice again. Let's go quickly." As soon as Zhou Tian was dressed, a person ran in outside the door. Zhou Tian recognized that it was Master Zheng who played Guan Gong Dao next to the Taishan Martial Arts Museum. When Master Zheng saw that Zhou Tian was also there, he was stunned and then said, "Master Zhou?! You're also here. That's great. Master Zhou should also go and fight with those Japanese bastards. With Master Zhou's kung fu, he will definitely get a few more bags of rice.

"Yes, Master Zhou, let's go with us. Not only can we fight those Japanese bastards, but if we win, we also have a bag of rice." Liao Yuanzhi also rushed to Zhou Tiandao. Since the fall of Foshan, in addition to doing some work during the day, Liao Yuanzhi has relied on the rice he won from fighting with himself to support his wife and children.

"Okay, I'll try..." Zhou Tian nodded. The reason why Zhou Tian planned to go with Liao Yuanzhi was to see if there was a chance to see Miura and take off his belt. The second was to prevent Liao Yuanzhi from being shot by the colonel named Sato. Liao Yuanzhi's family is currently If the situation is open, it is really possible to challenge the three people without rice. Zhou Tian must not watch Liao Yuanzhi do this, and the third point is Zhou Tian's own business. The previous movie-like scenes were very exciting for Zhou Tian, so Zhou Tian's chest is now like a pressure. Like a big stone, Sunday needs to vent, and those Japanese soldiers are the best objects. Of course, Sunday will certainly not do anything stupid. After all, compared with the gun in my hand, Zhou Tian's spell is not enough at all.

Sitting on the big truck of the Japanese soldier, he came to the fighting ground in a while. When Zhou Tian and Liao Yuanzhi went there, someone had already fought there. The man knew Zhou Tian and was also a master of Wuguan Street. His kung fu was not bad, but at this moment, he challenged two people, in two It is said that under my attack, the man's physical strength gradually stopped. In a short time, with the spewing of blood from the population, the competition was over, and the unknown martial arts master was dragged out of the field by his arm.

"The Colosseum in ancient Rome... That man is Miura, right?" Zhou Tian looked around the fighting ground with a punch, and suddenly there was a feeling of a slave for fun in the ancient Roman Colosseum. The guy in military uniform standing on the high platform was the target of Zhou Tian's mission, the general named Miura.

"Master Zhou, help me get the clothes." Obviously, it was not the first time for Liao Yuanzhi to come. He took off his cotton-padded clothes and gave them to Zhou Tianhou, and nodded to the guard. The soldier naturally understood what Liao Yuanzhi meant. After opening the door, he let Liao Yuanzhi enter the arena.

And at this moment, a group of Japanese soldiers in karate suits also came out of one person. The Japanese soldiers were relatively thin and not very old, but in Zhou Tian's eyes, they were very ugly, and their eyes also had fierce eyes. They bent down to Liao Yuanzhi. Under the order of Sanpu on the second floor, the two were Start the fight.

The strength of the people who fought against Liao Yuanzhi is obviously not as good as that of Liao Yuanzhi, but they are very fierce. These moves are all about Liao Yuanzhi's key points, and they are as crazy as not afraid of death. Although Liao Yuanzhi's fists hit the other party firmly, the other party resisted Liao Yuanzhi's attack with that fierce force, and also freed his hand to counterattack Liao Yuanzhi once or twice. However, the power gap between the two was a little too big after all. Although the soldier used it. It was similar to a suicide attack move, but it was still kicked out of the field by Liao Yuanzhi.

At this time, someone came into the passage behind Zhou Tian. Most of the people who came in were also the masters of Wuguan Street, and one of them was the martial arts of the teahouse.

"Master Zhou is also here..." Because Zhou Tian always went to Wu Chilin's teahouse to eat and drink, Wu Chilin and Zhou Tian were still very familiar. When Wu Chilin saw Zhou Tian here, he greeted Zhou Tian.

Zhou Tian nodded his head. Liao Yuanzhi had come out of the fighting field with a bag of white rice. At this time, Liu Zhao also came to the entrance of the passage and told everyone that Miura wanted to play three, and there was also white rice if he lost.

(to be continued)