The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 101 Backhand
"I can't die!"

Taking a breath, Chen Zhuo responded quickly, his eyes brightened again, he rubbed his left hand, and already staggered Gan Renlong's right palm, his right hand made a gesture of pinching, and grabbed his armpit.

At the same time, Gong Baotian also made a capture move, clasped his wrist with his right hand, and held his left armpit with his left hand.

The two moved together, the first to catch, and then raised their knees and hit Gan Renlong's chest.

Gan Renlong's face was ugly, relying on his foresight to preempt the opportunity, he waved his arms, flew into the air and swept back, avoiding the attack of the two, his clothes were hunting, and the sky was full of frost and snow.

The two pursued closely, striding forward, one left and one right; suddenly Chen Zhuo raised his foot and hooked the Burmese saber stuck on the ground behind him, stretched out his ape arms, held the handle in his hand, and flew forward, the saber curled to his right foot ankle.

Gan Renlong's pupils shrank, he raised his breath suddenly, and pulled up another part of his body in the air.

But just as he avoided the soft knife, he saw a black shadow jumping up from the ground, his legs were like ape kicking branches, and he had already kicked twice on his chest.

The three separated immediately.

"go!"

Gong Baotian uttered words very quickly, turned around and left.

Chen Zhuo knew what he meant and didn't talk nonsense, and immediately followed into the snow curtain.

Gan Renlong was kicked in the chest behind him, and he took a few steps back to stabilize his figure. He looked at the clear footprints on his chest, his expressionless face, dusted off the wet mud, and looked at the two people. The back is thoughtful.

The sound of horseshoes approaching behind him.

Three big inner masters with official boots and blood drops came on horseback.

The three of them were in a bit of a panic, their faces were ashamed, their faces were black and gray, and there were bloodstains on their bodies.

Gan Renlong didn't even look behind him, as if he had eyes, and said calmly, "Where are the other three?"

One of them said in a hoarse voice, "He was killed by the bomb!"

Gan Renlong remained expressionless, "People are ahead, chase after them!"

The three of them answered "Yes" and rode straight away.

Chen Zhuo and Gong Baotian ran a distance, and saw two tall horses snorting, pacing and wandering in place.

"Go to Wangzhuang!"

Chen Zhuo flew onto a horse, looked at Gong Baotian and said something in a deep voice, then whipped the horse and galloped.

Gong Baotian saw no hesitation, and galloped side by side with him, his eyes swept over the head hanging on Chen Zhuo's waist, he couldn't help but took a deep breath, and it turned out to be true.

He listened to the movement behind him again, "There are three big insiders following behind."

Chen Zhuo's throat bulged, he swallowed blood, and his eyes were cold, "Don't worry, I've made arrangements, not to mention the three big insiders, even thirty or three hundred, if you dare to follow me, I'll let them have it." Back and forth."

He said what he said, but he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. He took out his two guns and focused his energy until the pervasive chill gradually faded away, before he fell on the horse's back and gasped violently.

……

Wang Zhuang.

The snow has stopped, and the white snow has accumulated nearly a foot thick. I don't know when several high platforms were built between the original mud houses and thatched huts.

"It's done?"

Seeing that Chen Zhuo came back alive, Mr. Xu finally swallowed his uneasy heart.

The old man carried an old-fashioned blunderbuss on his back, and held a foreign gun in his hand. He was covered tightly, wearing a dog fur hat, a black scarf on his face, and covered in snow, like a beard.

Seeing that Chen Zhuo came back through the frost and snow all the way, he almost became a snowman, Mr. Xu hurriedly served a bowl of hot soup, turned his head and saw Gong Baotian again, he was amazed but did not leave behind, handed the bowl and chopsticks, and greeted: "Simmered for three hours, top-quality goat meat, taste it quickly!"

He himself couldn't wait to pick up that head and examine it carefully.

In the middle of the night, with the fire burning, two people were eating mutton around the soup pot, and an old man next to him was holding a head and kept looking at it. How weird and weird this scene is. I was so scared to death, I just thought it was some kind of goblin who went down the mountain in human form to eat people.

Others also gathered around.

The Empress Dowager's head was already blue from the cold, the blood was congealed at the fracture, and a layer of ice slag formed on her eyebrows and hair.

Third Master Xu stared at him, then his expression froze, and he was stunned for a moment, like Chen Zhuo, he seemed a little bit unconvinced that he actually took off the head of this man, and said in his mouth: "Hey, It's her, that's right!"

The sound has changed.

This young man wandered around in the capital, although he was not allowed to enter the palace, but he had seen this face before.

After all, Mr. Xu's old face was tense, and he raised his hand to slap a few big ear scrapers. The head that was slapped made a crackling sound, and he cursed angrily: "Old pig dog, you have today!"

Chen Zhuo drank three bowls of hot soup and ate half a lamb rib. His cold body immediately warmed up a lot, and his pale cheeks also regained some blood.

"Brother Fang, those ten brothers are all dead."

He spoke lightly.

Fang Tian rubbed the knife against the light of the fire, and said with a warm smile, "Life is not necessarily happy, and death is not necessarily bitter. They seek benevolence and get benevolence, and death is a well-deserved death."

On the side, Gong Baotian had an expression that was not quite right.

All the people around were carrying foreign guns and explosives wrapped around their bodies, especially when he saw the Maxim machine gun on the high platform and several large boxes of bullets beside him, his cheeks twitched.

Chen Zhuo suddenly laughed and said, "Thank you in-laws!"

Gong Baotian sighed with a wry smile, "I should have arrived earlier, but the snow was too heavy, and I didn't know how you would act, so I drove two horses over to see if I could help, I didn't want to hear the explosion, When you come over, you will see you fighting with that person."

Chen Zhuo looked gloomy, "That man said his name is Gan Renlong!"

Gong Baotian frowned, "Gan Renlong? I've heard the name before, it seems to be the son of Gan Fengchi... However, I haven't seen this person when I was working in the palace; and those who make blood drops , Eighty percent of it is a dark game played by the Qing court to guard against the Jianghu people, heh, even we are also guarded against it."

Chen Zhuo also had a lot of puzzles in his heart, he immediately told the strange thing that there was no movement in the Summer Palace after the assassination.

Gong Baotian frowned even deeper, glanced at the head, rolled his eyes around the brows, and said with certainty: "It's not wrong, I have been a job post for so many years, how could I mistake this face, the problem is probably It happened on Nagan Renlong, this person thought he used some method to stabilize the situation, as for the truth, we will find out when we go to the capital tomorrow to find out the news."

"coming!"

Just took a few breaths.

There was a sudden reminder from the high platform outside.

Everyone rushed out of the yard one after another, put out the fire, and then huddled in the shadow corners they had chosen with their guns in their hands, sticking out the muzzle of their guns and aiming outside.

These guns were made by Mr. Xu.

The old man is a good player with guns; when foreigners came to Beijing, they secretly hid about forty foreign guns, and they wiped them whenever they had nothing to do, and went out to hunt every now and then to practice marksmanship.

Chen Zhuo walked up to the high platform, looking at the snow field at the end of his field of vision, several figures galloping on horses flashed by.

"Get closer and hit again!"

(End of this chapter)