People are in the heavens, breeding pacesetters

Boxers, with the help of divine fists.

Vow to kill the foreign ghosts and protect the Central Plains!

In the capital, slogans of the Boxer Rebellion were heard one after another. The Boxer Rebellion spread across the plains in less than three months. Now, hundreds of thousands of people have attacked the capital.

Statistics for later generations.

The total number of Boxers was between 100,000 and 300,000, of which less than half actually had combat effectiveness, and they were already elite soldiers armed with machetes and axes.

When such a team encounters the coalition forces armed with guns and cannons, they simply use human lives to kill them. After several battles, the coalition forces only lost more than a thousand people.

Zhang Jingyun walked out of the church.

After his death, the priests, missionaries, etc. in the church all died unexpectedly. Some of them had their eyes wide open, or they slept here with painful faces.

Although these believers preach about saving the world and saving people all day long, when war comes, they show their fangs and wantonly collect money and rob.

Relying on the support of the coalition forces.

The people in the capital dared not speak out in anger.

Zhang Jingyun found hundreds of thousands taels of silver, eight or nine thousand taels of gold, and countless cultural relics of various colors from this church alone.

There is also a contract in it.

The fact that the British Museum purchased cultural relics from the church actually implies that the church can do whatever it takes to plunder them.

"Daying, there will be retribution..."

Zhang Jingyun used the system space to transport the gold and silver away, placed them in a secret place on the outskirts of the city, added cultural relics, and made more than a dozen trips back and forth.

as a modern person.

Zhang Jingyun has witnessed the decline of Great Britain, from the once unstoppable empire and maritime overlord, to the humiliation of Wuchang step by step.

In the end, he will be killed by Ah San.

It's funny to say that there are about 20,000 coalition forces, and the thousands of British people are mostly colonial third brothers. There are really not many real British people.

The French army did the same thing and sent Vietnamese. The colonial troops could be sacrificed in the war, but the looted items would definitely be sent back to the home museum.

Zhang Jingyun hid the gold and silver cultural relics and returned again. Just like in Jinmen, he wandered the streets and fought guerrillas, and gained a lot in a few days.

However, Zhang Jingyun also discovered.

As the coalition soldiers became more and more accustomed to street fighting and became much more vigilant, it was difficult for Zhang Jingyun to kill more foreigners with his two guns.

"Amitabha, along the way I have discovered that many martial arts comrades are also beating foreigners with guns. Perhaps the foreigners have suffered a loss and have gained a good memory."

Monk Fakong pulled out a gun from under his robe and killed one person. Who would have thought that a compassionate and kind-hearted monk would suddenly pull out a gun and shoot.

Zhang Jingyun twitched the corner of his mouth.

This is probably the martial arts comrades who returned from Jinmen. After spreading the word among themselves, they gradually changed their tactics and no longer used their flesh and blood to resist foreign guns and artillery.

"Everyone in our generation is also making progress!"

Zhang Jingyun was overjoyed and approached the inner city. Along the way, he saw that every house the coalition troops entered turned the house upside down.

Some houses have even been turned over dozens of times.

Suddenly, Zhang Jingyun saw a group of foreigners rushing away. He used Qinggong to rush up to the rafters, preparing to ambush this group of foreigners.

But seeing the foreigners suddenly change direction and run eastward, Zhang Jingyun was puzzled, so he fell back to the ground and followed these people to see where they wanted to go.

"Here! Here! Foreign lords, please see, Cheng Tinghua lives here, and he is probably at home now."

There was a man wearing a felt hat in front of the foreign team. He pointed at the house in front of him and said happily. The foreigners chattered a lot.

Then he kicked the person away.

Even after being kicked away by the foreigners, the man was still smiling with a smile on his face, his back almost bent, and he was respectful and looked like a cuckold bastard.

"Cheng Tinghua? This traitor actually betrayed a righteous man!" Zhang Jingyun's ear was amazing, and he became angry when he heard Cheng Tinghua's name.

In Jinmen.

He and Cheng Tinghua fought side by side.

Cheng Tinghua's Baguazhang captures the essence of Dong Haichuan, coupled with his own innovation, forming the Cheng style Baguazhang with a unique style, which can be called a martial arts giant.

It was outrageous for such a person to be betrayed by a treacherous villain. Zhang Jingyun saw thirty or forty foreigners holding long guns and blasting open the door of Cheng Tinghua's house.

The next second.

A figure emerged from the courtyard, it was Cheng Tinghua. Cheng Tinghua kicked the two foreigners ten feet away with a kick, and then wiped the face with his left hand to kill the traitor.

The foreigners then opened fire.

Cheng Tinghua held a corpse in one hand to block, stepping on the Youlong Bagua Step under his feet, and suddenly took out a gun with his other hand to fight back.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The foreigners were shot and fell one after another. Cheng Tinghua took the opportunity to rush into the crowd. Now the foreigners did not dare to shoot for fear of accidentally injuring others.

The foreigners did not dare to shoot. With the help of God, Cheng Tinghua struck repeatedly with Baguazhang and supplemented it with a pistol. In a short time, he knocked down more than 20 people.

Zhang Jingyun still wanted to take action, but simply stopped moving. Lao Cheng had already mastered the secrets of martial arts. How could he become a martial arts master without a gun?

But at this time.

Zhang Jingyun frowned slightly.

He heard at least fifty or sixty people rushing to support him. Cheng Tinghua reacted in time, used Qing Kung Fu and jumped up to the house to prepare to evacuate.

However, the braid behind Cheng Tinghua's back was too long, and his whip was entangled in the roof tiles, making him unable to lift it. He wanted to take it off and try again, but it was already delayed.

The foreigners' guns have been fired.

At the critical moment, a flying sign pierced the sky, and it was so fierce that it cut open the braid on the back of Cheng Tinghua's head that was entangled in the roof tiles, allowing Cheng Tinghua to flip over the house lightly.

After crossing a few streets, Cheng Tinghua was terrified. He looked at the remaining half of his braid, suddenly raised his hands and said, "Whoever helped me, I'm grateful to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure walked out.

"Haha, I haven't seen you for a few days. Could it be that Brother Cheng has forgotten me?" Zhang Jingyun said.

Cheng Tinghua's eyes lit up: "It turns out to be Brother Huo!" He said with a dark look on his face: "Brother Huo is laughing at it, this braid almost killed me."

Zhang Jingyun shook his head.

"It was the Qing Dynasty that almost killed you! You don't have to have those braids!" Zhang Jingyun said, cutting off the braids on his head that he had long disliked.

His hair is disheveled, like a madman.

Cheng Tinghua was stunned for a moment, and then he became cruel and cut off the harmful braid on his head. The two looked at each other, both happy!

"Amitabha, I have led the foreign ghosts away." Master Fakong said as he came from the end of the alley, and at the same time clasped his hands in front of Cheng Tinghua and bowed.

"Meet the process donor."

Zhang Jingyun said: "This is Master Fakong, who created the secret sect of the Divine Fist by combining the Yue family's dismantling hands with the Buddhist Bodhidharma's reincarnated Divine Fist. He is comparable to Mr. Guo."

"I've met the master!"

Cheng Tinghua was in awe.

Fakong asked: "Mr. Guo?"

Zhang Jingyun smiled softly: "Guo Yunshen!"

Fakong was so shocked that he recited the Buddha's name several times, and then the three of them walked together. Cheng Tinghua saw the gun hidden under Fakong's robe and smiled like a fellow Taoist.

Suddenly Cheng Tinghua sighed.

"Nowadays, foreign spearmen are getting harder and harder to kill. Whenever you encounter an expert, just hide behind a pillar and call for help."

Cheng Tinghua just fired a shot, but the foreigner hid without saying a word, leaving him helpless. Zhang Jingyun showed a meaningful smile.

"It's not that difficult!"

Zhang Jingyun pondered for a moment, and suddenly his pupils shrank. He held the gun with one hand and shook his arm violently. While shooting, his wrist shook rapidly!

Snapped!

Gunshots rang out suddenly, and a foreigner fell out from behind the pillar. Cheng Tinghua and Fa Kong looked at each other. How could Zhang Jingyun be able to bend the bullet?

Zhang Jingyun confidently put away his gun.

This is the perfection of gun fighting!

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