Chapter 50
"Fake!"

Seeing that Xufeng would be caught soon, but Xufeng escaped calmly, the foreign adjutant's high nose was almost crooked.

He raised the short-handled firearm, and shot at Xufeng like an outpouring of anger.

But the passage is narrow, and there are pipes and lines everywhere. The steel balls hit the pipes and bounced back to the wall.

Regardless of the foreign adjutant behind him, Xufeng led Liang Kuan and others to find the way and run wildly.

As soon as they found an upward passage, two teams of foreign soldiers rushed over with a lot of chatter.

Without further ado, Xufeng greeted them directly with the short-handled firearm in his hand.

The militia brothers who picked up the long-handled firearm also opened fire with the firearm.

They were not proficient at using long-handled firearms for the first time, but they quickly mastered the knack.

After a round of ping-pong-pong shots, five or six foreign soldiers on the opposite side fell down, and two militia brothers also sacrificed.

"go!"

Xufeng knew very well that they must not be pinned down here by the firepower of foreign soldiers, the place will soon be full of foreign soldiers.

He rushed up the hanging ladder with the militia brothers and continued to move towards the deck.

According to his estimation, Master and Ma Peiyuan should be here soon.

It would be even better if Wiggins fired a few more shots at this time!

Wiggins this old thing...

Xufeng looked back at the person, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is my senior brother?"

Liang Kuan said quickly: "Eldest senior brother is being held alone, and I don't know where he is being held."

Xufeng's heart sank.

"Master Afeng, what should we do now?"

A militia brother asked with a worried face.

These people are the first batch of hard workers who were cheated by the compradors of the Tang Dynasty, and there are as many as 200 people.

Some of them have been hungry for two days.

Everyone was wounded, and it was extremely inconvenient to move.

There are also militia brothers among them, but the number is not too many, and the overall combat effectiveness is very worrying.

Xufeng suddenly felt a headache.

Even if these people can rush to the deck, they will become living targets.

However, if you don't rush out, you will still be killed.

I just hope that Master and the others can rush over as soon as possible!
Just as Xufeng was about to say a few words to appease the soldiers, the whole ship suddenly shook.

"Not good! Foreigners are sailing!" A militia member said eagerly, "We're afraid we won't be able to go back!"

The others suddenly panicked.

Xufeng said in a deep voice: "Don't worry everyone, my master and Master Ma are coming to support! Let's persevere and we will be able to return home safely!"

Hearing that Huang Feihong was coming, everyone's hearts stabilized.

Xufeng led everyone all the way up, and after killing two teams of foreign soldiers, they finally rushed to the deck of the cruiser.

At this time, the anchor of the iron cruiser was put away, the engine was started, and it slowly sailed towards the open sea.

The foreign soldiers also rushed out from all directions, and surrounded Xufeng and others in the middle of the deck!

Huang Feihong and Ma Peiyuan had just finished fighting on the coast, and they hadn't had time to catch up with them by speedboat.

And that old Wiggins thing...

"Senior Brother Afeng! What should I do!" Liang Kuan asked nervously.

Xufeng said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, the worst is to fight with them!"

At this time, the comprador of the Tang Dynasty came to the high platform on the deck, and shouted brazenly: "You bunch of dog slaves! How dare you resist the foreign master? Before you put down your guns, you will be captured without a fight!"

"Bah! Shameless bastard!"

"Being a dog for foreigners and bullying your compatriots, you will die!"

The Fushan youths below scolded angrily.

The comprador sneered, he didn't care about being scolded at all, he raised his hand, and two foreign soldiers escorted Lin Shirong, who was covered in blood, out.

Xu Feng suddenly felt a pain in his heart, "Brother!"

Lin Shirong's shoulders and legs were bleeding continuously, but his expression was firm, he would rather die than surrender!

"Brother Afeng!"

When Lin Shirong saw Xufeng, he immediately lifted his spirits and shouted in a thunderous voice: "Leave me alone, get out of here!"

"Tell Master, I, Lin Shirong, did not embarrass the old man! I can't repay his teacher's kindness in this life, I can only repay it in the next life!"

As he said that, Lin Shirong slammed headfirst into the comprador, with so much strength, that he knocked the comprador off the two-meter high deck!

"Ouch—Master Yang! Help me! Help me!" the comprador screamed in English, clutching his broken leg.

Before the foreign soldiers could react, the angry Fushan youths rushed up and greeted the dog comprador fiercely!
The foreign soldiers quickly opened fire, and several Fushan youths fell down.

"Back off! Back off!" Xu Feng roared loudly.

The angry Fushan youths backed away.

The comprador had already been beaten to death, and black blood was spilled all over the floor.

At this time, the foreign adjutant stepped onto the high platform, put the short-handled firearm on Lin Shirong's bleeding head, and shouted in English:

"You, tell the trash, put the firearm down! Or I'll kill him."

"...Put down the firearm." Xufeng gritted her teeth and threw away the ivory-handled firearm.

The militia brothers had no choice but to throw the firearms in their hands on the deck.

The foreign soldiers immediately narrowed the encirclement.

After confirming that none of the Tang people had any firearms, Ji Shan came out of the captain's room with an arrogant expression.

He stood on the high platform of the deck, looked around darkly, and asked coldly in English: "Who wanted to kill me just now?"

Xufeng secretly clenched her fists, stood up with her head up and said, "It's me, it has nothing to do with anyone else."

Ji Shan smiled contemptuously, "Don't worry, the others are my goods, I won't kill my goods, they are all money to me, but as for you..."

Jishan turned back to the adjutant and said, "William, I'll leave it to you."

Lieutenant William grinned and said to Xufeng in a contemptuous voice, "Boy, I heard that you are Huang Feihong's apprentice?"

Xufeng raised her head proudly, "That's right."

William sneered and said, "It is said that Huang Feihong is very good at kung fu. I have always wanted to fight with him, but unfortunately I have no chance. Since you are Huang Feihong's apprentice, then you will fight."

Without waiting for Xufeng's consent, William jumped off the two-meter-high platform, and landed his legs firmly on the deck.

All the youths present in Fushan gasped.

Liang Kuan said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Afeng, don't fight him..."

The strength of this foreign adjutant is at least level 7!

And Xufeng's current strength is only level 2. Even if he strengthens his agility, it will be difficult for him to survive ten moves in front of the foreign adjutant!
Moreover, even if they can win, it will not change the situation of this crisis!
But can you survive without fighting?
No, it will only be more humiliating to die!
Xufeng tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart, and walked up to the foreign adjutant, "If you want to fight, then I will accompany you to the end."

William grinned ferociously, squeezed his fists, moved his neck, and then raised a finger contemptuously:
"one move!"

The meaning was obvious, he could finish Xufeng with one move.

Xufeng smiled coldly, and calmly assumed the classic posture of a swallow copying water, "Come on, silly beep."

(End of this chapter)

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