Old Movies of the Republic of China II

When Zhang Zheng made his triumphant return, the Marshal personally picked him up at the train station.

Zhang Zheng saluted him with a military salute, and said, "Dad, I'm back."

Zhang Yishan laughed loudly, and patted Zhang Zheng on the shoulder: "Fucking fucked up! I really look good on me!"

Someone next to him said: "Marshal, what a tiger father and no dog son! Young Master is quite like you back then, and you are invincible."

Sincere or false compliments rang out, Zhang Yishan walked forward with his arms around Zhang Zheng's shoulders, and asked, "How did you do this hand? If your mother sees it, you'll have to blame me again."

Zhang Zheng didn't take it seriously: "It's a small injury, nothing to make a fuss about. The doctor told me that it will be fine after a while."

"If you ask me, what is this little injury? When you were suppressing the bandits, eight out of ten times you were left with only one breath. If it weren't for your fate, you wouldn't even have it."

Zhang Yishan really won the world right away, and only after nine deaths did he get to where he is today.

He held his son's shoulders. Both of them were wearing woolen army coats, and they looked heroic and mighty.

Xi Lai smiled and opened the car door for the father and son, and said, "Zheng, you're promising!"

His arm was hanging around his neck, Zhang Yishan reached out to touch it, "Does it hurt?"

Zhang Zheng said indifferently, "It doesn't hurt."

"I have made such a great contribution this time, I must get you a major general."

The father and son were talking, when the convoy turned a corner, there was an explosion, the car stopped suddenly, and Zhang Yishan almost knocked his head on the front seat.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Zheng took out his pistol and looked out from the car window.

There was a mess of gunfire and explosions, and the following guard brigade quickly fired back. The bullets hit the wall, and the assassin dropped several grenades one after another, screaming in panic one after another.

Xilai bent down and opened the car door: "Master, Zhenger, come out quickly."

Zhang Zheng protected Zhang Yishan and hid behind the wall, Zhang Yishan laughed and said, "You fucking have grown up."

Zhang Zheng was not in the mood to chat with him, and shot outwards with Xilai.

Xilai has been with Zhang Yishan for more than five years, and he has a very good relationship with Zhang Zheng. His marksmanship is among the best among all his brothers. Even the Northeast Shooting No. 1 praised him and said that this kid has a future.

And Zhang Zheng's marksmanship was taught by him.

But Zhang Zheng still had one hand hanging around his neck, especially his right hand was injured, and the shot with his left hand was not accurate.

Xilai yelled: "Zheng! Protect your father!"

Several people came here with guns, Xi Lai fired a few shots, the distance was too far, he rushed over under the cover of walls and cars.

Zhang Yishan patted Zhang Zheng on the head: "Drill the alley!"

The father and son held a gun each, and moved forward step by step cautiously. Zhang Yishan pushed Zhang Zheng behind him, and stretched his head to look to the other side vigilantly.

He gestured for Zhang Zheng to follow.

Zhang Zheng glanced around, the crowd dispersed in panic, soldiers and assassins were fighting fiercely in another street, there were only the two of them in this alley, and it looked safe.

Zhang Yishan has been in Fengtian for 20 years, and he is very familiar with every alley and every small road. He led Zhang Zheng to turn left and right, and soon, the Marshal's Mansion will not be far away.

Zhang Yishan froze, and two men with guns were coming from the other side of the corner.

He jerked his head back and leaned against the wall, holding the gun in both hands.

Zhang Zheng instantly understood what was going on, he gritted his teeth and said, "Dad, you go first, I'll deal with them."

Zhang Yishan ignored him at all, took a deep breath, leaned forward and fired a shot!

The human body hit the ground, making a dull sound.

Zhang Yishan pulled out a smile, the wrinkles on his face did not look old, but instead had a special charm accumulated over time: "Damn it, after so many years, my marksmanship is still so good!"

Zhang Zheng heard the sound of footsteps from far to near, feeling powerless and making him angry.

Zhang Yishan turned around and fired again.

This time, he was not so lucky. A few bullets hit him next to him, and the broken bricks from the collapse scratched his face, leaving a bloodstain.

Zhang Yishan glanced at his son and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He cursed, "What the fuck!!", leaned forward and fired several times. One shot, hit the left arm.

Zhang Yishan laughed, and asked Zhang Zheng to look at the two corpses on the ground: "Your old sword is not old!"

Zhang Zheng felt relieved and said with a smile, "Dad, you—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Zheng's expression changed, and he pushed his father away!

The assassin farther away was still alive, he quietly picked up the gun, aimed at Zhang Yishan with the last of his strength, and shot him in the heart!

Zhang Zheng was half a head taller than Zhang Yishan, this shot hit him in the left rib.

Zhang Yishan's eyes turned red when he saw the blood continuously gushing from his son's chest.

Zhang Zheng fell to the ground with a bang, and Zhang Yishan couldn't even support him. The huge impact made this half-life general unable to move for a while.

After a while, Zhang Yishan roared and smashed the assassin's head.

Xilai was also bruised and blood was bleeding from several places on his body. He brought people over and his face changed drastically when he saw Zhang Zheng, "Master! You must send the young master to the hospital first!"