On the evening of September 1900, the fallen city of Beijing was destined to be difficult to calm.

As the news spread that the gossip master Cheng Tinghua died at the gun of the Eight-Nation Alliance, the entire Jingmen Wulin was in an uproar.

Those who once learned boxing skills outside Chongwen Gate, regardless of the depth of skills, all the Wumen men who had a trace of bloody nature all put down their fear of muskets, and threw themselves into the direction of Hebo Factory with their weapons, fighting with the foreign gun teams scattered in the capital. There are many famous martial arts masters, such as Li Cunyi and Dadao Wang Wu, who hates foreign Japanese.

Of course, whether you want to worship Mr. Cheng or just want to avenge Mr. Cheng, the fierce and strong warriors hid their anger in their hearts for many days because this matter was completely broken out. Although they still had to sneak around and hide, as long as they saw a small Japanese squad, most of them would choose to assassinate themselves to vent their anger.

As a result, the capital, which was already corpses everywhere, became more and more like a huge meat grinder or even a mass grave, constantly devouring human life. It had nothing to do with good or bad, but was just trying hard to consume human lives. Even the lower-class figures like Yang Meng, who were disguised as a priest, were severely blocked by the Eight-Nation Alliance, and even had a bad temper and even omitted the process of questioning and raised his gun and fired.

This is a moment when the country is about to die, and it is also the simplest and rough collision of the civilizations of people of different skin colors.

Cough cough cough...

After wiping the blood on the dagger, Yang Meng covered her chest and coughed carefully. The "Tuxedo" was stabbed deeply in the shoulder, but he still ran away. Although he picked up the falling mullet gun and excited Yang Meng, unfortunately, there was not even a bullet in the gun.

The quality of his body is indeed not good. Although his strength and speed have improved a lot, he imagined that he would intercept a strong man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall with a small body of less than 1.7 meters tall, and that he would fly away by the opponent's life-threatening impact.

"Although that guy is big, his movements are rough and direct. He is a fighting master... If the 'tuxedo' was not seriously injured and was afraid of the man who was dead now and the black gunman hiding in the dark, I'm afraid he might not have been able to get this cheap..."

In such a chaotic environment, no one knows when they will become prey under other people's guns. It is not difficult to attack someone. But if you meet two or three groups on the ground again, even if you use all the black guns and killing moves, it will inevitably be a bit too thrilling.

Fortunately, the stance method of Xingyiquan is small, and the coordination of muscles, flesh and bones has changed significantly than that of ordinary people, which has allowed Yang Meng to persist until now.

He defeated the enemy with the Five Elements Fist with bare hands, but it was still not possible. This was a physical limitation and a lack of courage. Yang Meng, who felt that he was not able to support himself, finally chose the Jianghu Sleeping Skills learned in the Red Chamber. Combined with the unlimited Sanda skills he combined with Xingyiquan, this gave the two daggers a real place to use their skills and greatly made up for the shortcomings of insufficient explosive power in the empty boxing style.

As for the killer moves taught by the senior brothers, if they lack strength, they should choose to turn boxing into dagger assassination techniques.

Everyone who practices martial arts knows that the three internal martial arts, such as the three internal martial arts of Xingyi Bagua Tai Chi, all have three principles: refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, and refining spirit into emptiness.

Most warriors like Yang Meng who have obtained the most true teachings do not like this theory that is more inclined to Taoist practice. Instead, they summarize these three principles into vernacular practice methods, thus dividing the level of martial arts practiced into three levels: Mingjin, darkjin, and transformjin.

Yang Meng knew very well that with his current physical fitness, it would be a big difficulty to achieve a ruthless, accurate, and sharp Mingjin, not to mention boxers like the senior brother, who continue to temper their fighting skills and physical strength in constant battles. The body gradually strengthens bones, tendons, and marrow washing.

The scenes of fighting for hundreds of rounds like in later film and television dramas, and fighting like a dream are basically a joke in this era. Even if there are some extremely beautiful fist ways, most of them are used in martial arts to exercise and maintain health, or perform on stage to attract disciples to come to collect money.

The more skilled a master of Chinese martial arts, the shorter it may take to use it, and often one move can determine life and death.

The so-called move is a move, which is also the application of a series of boxing postures and posture changes. One move can only contain one move, or it may contain more than a dozen moves, but the final posture must be a means to kill people.

From this point of view, Yang Meng felt that Mr. Gu Long's novels in later generations seemed closer to the actual combat styles in real martial arts.

Of course, no matter how rich and powerful theories and routines in Yang Meng's mind are, he still needs constant training and summary. His current skills alone are obviously not enough to come and go freely in the capital. The two fierce battles along the way not only made him feel exhausted, but also were also a tragic victory with scars. If he was so stupid, he would probably have to stop before he could see the master.

Yang Meng was a little hesitant, to be precise, he was afraid.

Yes, as a normal person, even if he practiced real kung fu very hard for two months, he could not control his instinctive fear at once. What's more, he is facing a tall and powerful Russian man with a musket in his hand.

Taking off the military uniform of the German soldiers, Yang Meng put it on the outside of the priest's robe one by one. Although the clothes were seriously dissuasive, they could barely affect their movements after rolling up the cuffs of their trousers. As for this typical yellow-skinned face, wearing the yellow-tongued military cap can cover most of them, and then applying blood on their face, basically elevating the disguise to perfection.

After clumsyly fiddling with the Mauser rifle for a long time, Yang Meng pulled out the bullets inside. The mullet in his arms became a decoration, and he always had to use another spear to defend himself. For an otaku who is used to talking about war on paper, even though his body has been strengthened, he still feels that he needs more protection.

Yang Meng raised his rifle and aimed everywhere, as a way to give himself a wave of his hand. As for the issues such as sightseeing and recoil, he could only slowly experience it during shooting. In this kind of encounter in an alley, as long as he holds his arms firmly, even if he uses the rifle like a point-and-shoot camera, he will not be so crooked that he can't find the north.

Of course, Yang ** also returned to the leggings by her two daggers. She was not afraid of cheating the Eight-Nation Alliance. She was afraid that she would be beaten to death when she met the people in the Wumen who had no chance to talk.

What made Yang Meng feel that he finally had a hint of the protagonist's halo was that after disguising himself as a gun, the first target he met was an acquaintance, and an acquaintance with strong kung fu.

"Senior Brother Hao, don't do it, it's me..."

Hao Enguang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, put down the spear that was about to throw out in his hand, and turned Yang Meng with anger: "You don't want to live anymore. You're so messed up, both sides have to take action when they see it..."

Yang Meng smiled, "You can also wear military uniforms and get the master back soon, otherwise it will be difficult to leave the city alive if you fight so hard..."

Hao Enguang sat on the ground with some fatigue, his hands were still trembling. Perhaps because he had killed too many foreign Russians, the big white wax gun in his hand was also broken into two pieces. Although the bayonet installed on the Mauser rifle was not good at hand, it greatly enhanced the deceptiveness of foreign Russians.

"Silly Er is right. No matter how strong the master and the others are, they cannot fight against the army all over the capital. The inner city is now in chaos. We must make some arrangements early to pick up the brothers and brothers out of the city."

Thinking of this, Hao Enguang helplessly put on the British military uniform handed to him by Yang Meng, wiped his face tightly with blood, and then rushed into the alley of Hebochang.

With Hao Enguang taking action one after another, Yang Meng felt much more at ease. Under the demonstration of his senior brother's example, he did not have the problem of slacking off his hands and feet when he attacked. After shooting and bayonets one after another, his accuracy and courage were significantly improved.

Unlike the coherence or posture that later martial arts competitions focus on, the moves of this era are all tempered in the bloody storm. Especially for the masters who practice Xingyiquan, who are fighting on the battlefield, pay great attention to the effectiveness and lethality of punching. Many moves require quick fights and rapid advances without any obstacles. Don’t be afraid of killing people while running.

In actual combat, small tricks that seem useless are often used to kick the crotch, insert the ears, and dig the eyes. It can be said that all moves can be killed, and your hands and feet must be used to be active. Even masters like the usually humble and kind, who start to act, the difficult technique of scattering a gray face is often used in actual combat boxing, and must be used concealed and beautifully. The more vicious and vicious moves, the more elegant and gentle the name is.

This concept also applies to Hao Enguang. After a series of actual murders, Yang Meng suddenly understood why later generations said that national skills were only killing people but not performing. It turned out that this method was a summary and condensed murder skills from the bloody battlefield. How could such tricks be used for the people to learn, practice or compete in peace and prosperity?

Not to mention strengthening your body, you will be hindered if you don’t let others die...

This is the real way to strengthen one's body and save the country, and it is for the national skill!

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