Song Dynasty Cannon Fodder Counterattack Record

Chapter 8 The Benefits of Fit

As the saying goes, "The sword of the moon stick, the gun of a lifetime", it means that if you want to use a big gun well, you have to practice for a lifetime.Liu Zhiwei learned the big gun from his teacher when he was in college. After working, he didn't have time to practice, but he still only practiced the three-character formula of "block, hold, and stab".After more than 20 years of practice, it is considered a solid foundation.

But practicing martial arts is a solid basic skill. It can only be said that you have practiced kung fu and physical fitness. No one who often "feeds tricks" can't go into battle just like practicing duels.Liu Zhiwei has never practiced against anyone.However, Li Buqi is from a family of the imperial army. He has been familiar with it since he was a child and has never lacked opponents for training, so he has very rich on-the-spot experience.A month has passed, and Liu Zhiwei has basically absorbed Li Buqi's memory and skills. Now it is the perfect combination of Liu Zhiwei and Li Buqi's kung fu plus Li Buqi's experience that gives Liu Zhiwei the courage to play one-on-three .

Liu Zhiwei practiced Taiji and Xingyiquan when he was in college, and he paid attention to listening strength and rolling.As soon as Pu Dao cut into the bamboo, he withdrew his strength slightly to make the opponent feel like he was in the air. At the same time, he exerted force on his elbows and wrists to make the bamboo pole roll.The dense bamboo joints clamped the Pu Dao, and it rolled sideways. The man did not expect a sudden horizontal force, and the Pu Dao almost dropped from his hand.He hastily grasped the Pudao forcefully, but was staggered by this force. This is the magical effect of four or two strokes.

Before he could stand still, Li Buqi had already slid close to the man, raised his foot slightly and kicked the side of the man's knee.This is where the joints are most vulnerable, and the knee snapped with a click.

Li Buqi kicked Pu Dao away, stepped on the man's chest and asked, "Say! Who sent you to kill me?"

That man was also a bachelor, and he hugged his knees without pain. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's Feng Xu! If he hadn't said that you were beaten so badly that you couldn't even walk easily, why did our brothers treat you so lightly?" the way?"

Seeing the man looking behind him with his eyes, he suddenly thrust the bamboo tip into the man's throat, then slid sideways and turned around, a simple knife passed by him with a heavy sound of breaking the wind.He swung the hammer with his belt arm and hand, and hit the man's neck with a bang. The man fell to the ground and trembled a few times before he fell completely silent.

It turned out to be the man who was hit in the crotch.Thanks to Li Buqi's keen senses cultivated over the past ten years, Liu Zhiwei's punch definitely broke his neck.

There were three corpses lying on the square inch, and the smell of blood rushed to the nose.Before Liu Zhiwei crossed over, he never thought that he would kill someone. It turns out that killing people feels like this.Fortunately, Li Buqi was used to the smell of blood, so he didn't spit it out.

Offending Han Qi is not a joke, it is easy to charge him with a crime.So now one more thing is worse than one less thing, and it is absolutely impossible to report to the official.He hurriedly dragged the three corpses to the bushes by the river, where several large stones tied with hemp ropes had already been piled up, apparently for Li Buqi.But now that he was out of use, he tied the stones to the three corpses and pushed them down the river.Of course, before that, all the things that could be used on the corpse were turned out.

Cover the bloodstains with soil, cover up the traces before Li Buqi checked the things found from the three people.Even if he had more than two pennies, he would take all of it into his empty baggage.The three of them still had a lot of money, but the money in the Song Dynasty could not be circulated, and only officials and eunuchs could use it, so this was something that caused trouble, and it was thrown directly into the river.

Be careful in everything, even the bamboo pole was washed in the river to remove the blood, split into several pieces with a simple knife and flowed away with the water.Using a simple knife, I chopped another seemingly solid branch to make a stick, and then threw away all the weapons and things with markings.

The Great Song Dynasty was really desolate, Li Buqi killed someone, and no one appeared on the road during the process of cleaning up.Now Liu Zhiwei understands why there are so many people cutting paths and robbers in "Water Margin", and why Sun Erniang was able to kill so many people on Shizipo without being discovered.This is really a good time for killing people and getting goods.

Seeing that the traces of the fight were basically eliminated, Li Buqi picked up the burden with a stick and put it on his shoulders and strode towards the inn where he could hit the top.Just in case, he had to ask the inn to prove that he still walked there slowly step by step, so as to prove that there was no delay on the road, and even if the government here found someone dead, they would not suspect him.

Seeing the wild store in front of him from a distance, he put the burden on his back again, leaned on the stick and recovered his limp appearance, walked over slowly, sat down in an uncomfortable posture, and asked for some food.The storekeeper curiously asked him why he looked like this, and he told his story, which caused the storekeeper to sigh, thinking that the storekeeper should be able to remember him for a while.

There were no pursuers along the way. Li Buqi just moved slowly to Jingzhao Mansion and then started to speed up his journey. By the time he returned to Bianliang, it was already June weather.

Li Buqi, no, it was Liu Zhiwei who almost shed tears - I finally saw a decent city. The Jingzhao Mansion and Luoyang I saw before, except that they occupy a larger area, are also the appearance of small counties in later generations.Finally, I saw dense crowds, and finally saw rows of shops, which is a bit popular.

A large group of people surrounded Xinzheng Gate, they must be watching the excitement, it feels so familiar.Before crossing, Liu Zhiwei, who hated crowds the most, happily squeezed in just to find the feeling of squeezing oil in the crowd.

A stretcher was placed on the ground in the center of the crowd, and a man with eyes slightly closed was lying on it.From the sallow complexion, parched lips, and flushed cheeks, it was evident that the man was running a fever.His lower body was covered with a piece of sackcloth that had lost its true color, so he couldn't see the wound on his leg, but there was a rancid smell coming from there, attracting a group of flies to circle there.Two children, a man and a woman, knelt beside the stretcher and kept driving away the flies.

A pale woman was still kneeling on the stretcher, with a piece of sackcloth with writing on it spread out in front of her.It was written on the sackcloth that the person on the stretcher was a policeman from Weizhou. He was injured when he was arresting the robbers and could not be healed.The writing is silver hook iron painting is very strong, but a little ugly.

A new crowd came in and lifted the sackcloth. Li Buqi also went over and stretched his head to take a look. He saw that the wound was very long, deep, and very close to the abdomen. It was impossible to amputate the limb with the surgical techniques of this era.The wound had turned black and was still oozing pus, and even the entire thigh was swollen.This should be caused by the wound being too large, and the infection could not heal for a long time. It is only because this person is in good health that he has carried it until now.

Seeing such a wound, Liu Zhiwei made up his mind to get out the medical alcohol as soon as possible, so that it can be disinfected in case of injury in the future.

The little boy who was chasing flies looked like three or four years old, and when he saw people looking at the wound, he looked up.The child was so thin that only his big eyes were left, which were full of hope.But as the man shook his head and sighed and covered the sackcloth back, the light in his big eyes immediately dimmed.

Alas, my heart is too soft to see such a pitiful child.Liu Zhiwei squatted down and looked at the man's condition. Fortunately, his heartbeat still had some strength. It seemed that he could last for a few more days, but the days were numbered.Take a closer look at the wound. The wound is too large. If there is no anesthesia, no disinfection, and the wounded is weak, moving the wound will only speed up the death of the wounded.

At this time, the little girl who looked like seven or eight years old saw Liu Zhiwei watching so carefully, and asked hopefully: "Uncle, can my father be saved?"

(End of this chapter)