“twoegg.yang,comehere…”

"Shredded coconut, shredded coconut..."

"Father Pierce asked you to go to the embassy, ​​this is the pass..."

Yang Meng ran over and took the pass from Uncle Niu silly, not caring about the young British man next to him, and laughing at his current name "Yang Erdan".

Uncle Niu's name is Niu Sanshun. He is fifty-one years old this year. He is one of the earliest believers around Father Pierce. Thanks to his care, in addition to the more than 2,000 Chinese believers who were seeking asylum in the embassy area, thousands of people were able to safely hide in the British occupied area southeast of the imperial city after the war broke out.

Looking back on the massacre a few days ago, Yang Meng is still scared. In fact, if he had not followed the guidance of the load, he would have been able to find Uncle Niu's protection first, and with his obviously incompatible priest robe, he would have been killed by the inhumane coalition forces.

Today's capital cities are divided into their respective jurisdictions by the eight countries according to their regions and implement military rule. Without a pass, those bandits who are robbed will not let the Chinese with braids go.

“twoegg, let’s…”

Although he always speaks unforgivingly, Ryan, who is similar to Yang Meng, still likes this stupid boy. After all, many old believers who have converted to God do not have the courage to shave their hair and change into completely Western clothing. Moreover, although Yang Meng looks stupid, he knows some magical tricks he has passed down from ancestors.

"Ryan is Father Pierce's nephew. I feel much more at ease with him. Don't run around, especially be careful not to go to the Japanese and German-occupied areas in the north. Those beasts are even more cruel than Russians. They meet people on the road to kill..."

“May God be with us…”

This sentence was thought out by Yang Meng with great effort. Although he had temporarily concealed all kinds of disguises, he could not escape Uncle Niu's eyes. After witnessing the inhumane massacre and plunder of the coalition forces, Uncle Niu also completely lost confidence in this so-called God.

Although he was taught, Uncle Niu's body was covered with Chinese blood.

Yang Meng nodded, thinking about how to find an opportunity to send the latest information to the south city. The "Anmin Office" established by the Japanese army north of the East Fourth is a slaughterhouse. The "Huaguan Bureau" established by the German army in the northeast of the imperial city can also be imagined. Now that I want to escape the search and killing of the coalition forces, only the British occupied areas and outer cities in the southeast of the imperial city are slightly better, although the British, American and German are also governed by military control...

The two of them walked through Mei and occupied the area, and their expressions gradually changed. When Ryan saw Yang Meng, who had always been smiling, began to tremble all over, the British boy who still maintained his conscience, he advised him a little embarrassedly: "Don't be afraid... Those people will return to God's arms..."

The half-toned CET-4 English in the previous life made Yang Meng vaguely understand Ryan's words, but he was not ready to answer because he is now a fool, a timid, thin but diligent fool who can make some tricks...

A figure flashed behind the broken wall in the distance, and Yang Meng's heart moved slightly: "I... the toilet..."

Ryan looked at Yang Meng with his legs swaying straight, and quickly understood Yang Meng's intention, and nodded with a smile: "Go......"

"Every household has listened. In order to maintain the public security in the capital, the foreigner specially informed each household that if there are Chinese people holding guns and swords, they will definitely practice the Dharma immediately. If a certain house fires a gun, the house will be burned..."

The shouting sounds in the distance were a group of traitors under the protection of the coalition forces, and kept shouting and notification on the streets, in order to shock the Yihe Boxers who were still secretly resisting in the city. After witnessing countless burning, killing, looting, these traitors who were once satisfied with their lives are becoming increasingly frightened.

"Beijing has now become a real cemetery, with dead people everywhere and no one is buried. The master asked me to tell you to be careful. If you don't work, run away quickly..."

"It's also dangerous to escape back. All the city gates are guarded by Yanguan. You must find a way to go to Nancheng as soon as possible. The coalition forces have robbed and massacred for several days. The patrols will be loose in the past two days..."

Yang Meng had just stuffed the drawn military force map to Hao Enguang, and when he heard Ryan calling him outside. After he hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Tell the master, Sha Er will definitely go back alive to honor him..."

On August 28, the Eight-Nation Alliance parades at the palace. The Russian military band played the national anthems of various countries. After the military parade, officers from various countries openly robbed wildly in the name of visiting. Then the Eight-Nation Alliance commander and German Marshal Wadesi began to order the coalition forces to attack Shanhaiguan, Baoding, Zhengding, Zhangjiakou, Shanhaiguan and even Shanxi, turning all the cities and villages along the way into ruins.

"Erdan, don't go, you will be beaten to death by Rice..."

He hid carefully in the church, but he didn't expect that disaster would come from the sky.

The cause of the incident was because of Ryan.

The continuous performance tricks have deepened Ryan's favor for Yang Meng. In order to gain further trust, Yang Meng occasionally teaches him a few tricks of the world in the Red Chamber. Although it is not as systematic as Xingyiquan, the advantage is that the rapid progress can make a British boy without a martial arts foundation have a bit of the charm of a Sanda player in the later generations in a short period of time.

The bad thing is that Ryan, who had learned a few tricks, began to show off everywhere, which caused the dissatisfaction of the soldier Rice. Although he did not dare to fight Ryan, he kept promoting the Chinese martial arts, which were all deceptive things. Compared with British boxing, it was just shit...

Yang Meng was unintentionally fighting for the limelight, but he could not tolerate Rice's slander of national martial arts. At the same time, he was also worried about the disappointment gradually revealed in Ryan's eyes...

The white man in Western Europe is a gentleman who talks about civilization and progress, but he highly advocates violence and the prey of the weak. Yang Meng knew that if he lost this battle, the ending might be miserable, but he could not allow the thoughts he had devoted to Ryan, and all of them turned into flowing water in ridicule.

Uncle Niu was a little worried, but for some reason he felt a little excited.

He knew that this fool seemed clumsy, but he was probably Yihequan who was searching everywhere in the capital. Although he still doesn't understand why these boxers choose to be determined in the face of death, it did not affect his heartfelt awe of Yang Meng and even these Chinese people.

"Hey, boy, let me teach you how to punch..."

At 1.82 meters tall and weighing nearly 200 pounds, Yang Meng, who was only about 1.67, stood in the boxing ring like a turkey and a domestic chicken. What made the other soldiers laugh the most was that this Chinese boy with a bald head looked like a mung bean sprout without a trombone.

"Hey, Rice, I bet £5, you need 10 seconds to knock down this little bean sprout..."

"Are you kidding? I bet for 5 seconds, £10..."

While moving my hands and feet like firewood foolishly, Yang Meng looked at his opponent carefully, feeling a little regretful, "Damn, how many kilograms are there in the middle? Although Lao Cai and his senior brother said that my muscles and bones have been stretched, but under the limitations of not being able to attack the crotch and the back of his head, can I really do it if I want to hit this guy like a bison?"

Whoosh swish swish swish...

While showing off a set of beautiful jabs, Rice said proudly: "Hey, bird, although you are a little weak, God told me that you should give you a chance to surrender, hurry, don't make me angry, or I will stuff your head into your ass in a while..."

Yang Meng opened his mouth and looked at Rice foolishly, pretending to be unable to understand the British curse, but his body gradually moved and quietly followed the three-body stud method to silently make a defensive posture...

"Erdan. Yang, come on! We must defeat Rice..."

Seeing Yang Meng seemingly innocent on the stage but actually not giving up at all, the passionate plot of Ryan extinguishing the Knights suddenly became active again, grabbing his uncle's hand, and shouting excitedly outside the field.

Rice's face slightly sank, feeling that he had lost face in front of Father Pierce. Looking at Yang Meng, who still did not admit defeat, his expression gradually became ferocious.

Huhuhuhuhu...

Slap sex...

The dazzling butterfly steps, the light and rapid jabs fell on Yang Meng like raindrops, making a sound that made Ryan a little panicked. Although Yang Meng had already protected his arms on his face, this defense was obviously not enough for such a powerful opponent.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Rice's fight became more and more convenient, and his expression gradually became excited. His slightly red nose was not due to the stimulation of alcohol for the first time, but gradually turned red and purple. "Little kid, let you know the power of British gentlemen now..."

Yang Meng gritted his teeth, threw all the boxing techniques behind his head, raised his arms to protect the vital points, and defended the raindrop-like fist tightly. However, because of the difference between his body and strength, there would always be an unbearable heavy punch that would make him tremble all over.

Huhuhuhuhu...

Working hard to adjust your breathing, Yang Meng was trying hard to recall in his mind what characteristics the butterfly steps in boxing competitions in later generations were.

The violent punches and defense caused both sides to lose their physical strength to rapidly decrease. Although Yang Meng consumed a little less, he could not withstand the difference in innate conditions. In just one and a half minutes, it seemed to be a century to Yang Meng.

Huff...

"Here you..."

With his efforts to move his steps, Yang Meng tried hard to integrate the butterfly step into his footwork, and kept dodging Rice's attack that was gradually slowing down. His body began to become a little dazed in everyone's eyes as he moved rapidly. Although he still could not fight back, the audience had long forgotten to laugh and shout.

Apart from making him weaker, his thin body will not affect his speed and resilience.

This is the toughness from Xingyiquan and the vitality from the three-body stance method.

The battle situation changed rapidly, and the embarrassed little chicken grew into an elegant little cock striding with his head held high, while the turkey giant, which was originally aggressive, seemed to be a mother hen with no eggs.

Twist...

Another beautiful set of punches hit the outside of Yang Meng's arms, which he was holding tightly. This time, Yang Meng no longer felt dizzy at first.

Removing, bending your knees, crossing your elbows, lowering your head, twisting your waist, and swaying your legs...

A sweeping leg, like a dry wood stick, hit the ground wheel, and then heard a slight sound of "click". Rice's huge figure was like a falling weight in a blink of an eye, slapped his face downwards on the boxing ring, making a sound that made the teeth itchy...

Bang~...

The whole venue was silent, and Ryan covered his open mouth in surprise, and was so excited that he was filled with tears in his eyes for this incredible reversal...
Chapter completed!