Chapter 173: Fighting Field

With a loud "boom", Foshan fell, and the originally prosperous martial arts capital was smashed to pieces at this moment. A large number of Japanese troops entered the city of Foshan, burning, killing, looting and raped women in every corner of Foshan.

With the sound of gunshots, the creatures in Foshan fell one by one, whether they were old people, children, or women, all exhausted their lives under the destruction of the Japanese army.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..." Zhou Tian knew the man who died in front of him. He was Liao Yuanzhi's eldest disciple. He looked generous. However, before he died, he showed a ferocious fear and wail. However, his wailing begged for mercy was the thin Japanese soldier in front of him who assassinated even more crazily. After a series of sounds of cutting knifes, the originally tall body shrank like a balloon, and blood like a pillar gushed out, dyeing the world in front of Zhou Tian red...

The murder continued, and the ignorant child on the street became the target of Japanese soldiers' abuse. The younger the child was, the more it seemed to stimulate the ferociousness of the wild beasts. A child over two years old was picked up by the beasts with a gun in the air. With the wailing of the child's mother, the child's head cracked after a gunshot. The ignorant world broke before it was clear, and the child's mother was even more madly humiliated by more than ten beasts in despair, and died powerlessly and sadly...

After the inhuman beasts vented their despised desires, a sound of cheering came. A Japanese soldier was extremely excited to hold a baby in his infancy out of the house. The baby started crying in the Japanese soldier's lewd smile. However, the crying did not arouse the humanity of the beasts, but instead allowed them to find more interesting fun props.

The beast placed the baby on the grinding table in the yard, then made a pushing move. Then, amid the laughter of other beasts, the crying baby stopped abruptly. After a moment, bright red blood flowed out of the grinding table, drop by drop, sliding onto this broken scorched earth...

"Bastard!" Zhou Tian roared weakly, but the time limit in the grocery store made him unable to move at all. He had to watch those people die under the Japanese guns and cannons, and then the Japanese cleaners cleaned the battlefield loaded the bodies away like a dead dog. The falling limbs were broken again in the struggle between wild dogs...

"Go..." Without the time restrictions of the grocery store, Zhou Tian's whole body softened and he leaned on the ground and kept retching...

This is invasion, this is massacre. The scenes I saw before flowed from Zhou Tian's mind again. What Zhou Tian felt was still a wave of powerlessness. Facing those guns and cannons, would Zhou Tian really dare to fight with them?

"Master Zhou, have you returned to your hometown? Why are you wearing so thin clothes here?" Liao Yuanzhi, who spoke. Seeing Zhou Tian lying on the ground, he quickly came over to help Zhou Tian up.

"Go back to my hometown..." After the July 7 Incident, everything in Zhoutian's world became a movie about to be played. I only experienced one or two days in the past year. The so-called reason for returning to my hometown should be systematically given the reasons for myself.

"Master Zhou, come with me at home..." Liao Yuanzhi saw Zhou Tian's infatuation and thought Zhou Tian had experienced something, so he didn't ask more.

"Master Liao, how is your family now?" The place where Zhou Tian and Liao Yuanzhi are now is the original Taishan Martial Arts Hall. When the Japanese invaded Foshan, the Taishan Martial Arts Hall was naturally robbed, but the camera was flowing too quickly, and Zhou Tian did not see clearly what happened in the Taishan Martial Arts Hall.

"The family is fine, but my apprentices..." Liao Yuanzhi's originally shiny hair had long lost its luster, and there was a little more vicissitudes between the corners of his eyes. After sighing slightly, he changed the topic and said, "Master Zhou wait a moment, let me see if there is anything else available in the martial arts hall."

After a while, Liao Yuanzhi took out a ceramic jar from the almost ruined martial arts hall. Although it was broken, he could still use it. "Master Zhou, go, it's very cold to wear it like this. I still have a few clothes to keep warm."

Zhou Tian was still wearing summer clothes. When the cold wind blew, he felt a bit cold and harsh, and this coldness spreads from the inside out...

"You live here now..." Zhou Tian followed Liao Yuanzhi to his current residence. There were four people in the small house. Liao Yuanzhi's wife and two children Zhou Tian had seen them, and the old man with blind eyes...

"This is my aunt. His son and daughter were both bombed to death, so I came to join me." Liao Yuanzhi put the ceramic jar in the cooking shed outside and let Zhou Tian into the house.

"Master Zhou sat down first, I'll get the clothes." Liao Yuanzhi poured a glass of water for Zhou Tian, ​​then turned around and went to the inner room to find clothes for Zhou Tian.

"Sister-in-law, aunt..." Zhou Tian nodded to Liao Yuanzhi's wife and aunt, then squeezed out a smile and pinched Liao Yuanzhi's youngest son's face as before.

"See if you can wear it." Liao Yuanzhi walked out of the inner room with two pieces of clothes in his arms and handed it to Zhou Tian. The clothes were old, but they were quite warm. After putting them on, the chill on Zhou Tian's body faded away.

"Master Liao, the Japanese are going to give us white rice again, let's go quickly." As soon as Zhou Tian put on his clothes, a person ran in outside the door. Zhou Tian recognized that it was Master Zheng who played Guan Gong's sword next to the Taishan Martial Arts Hall. Seeing that Zhou Tian was also there, Master Zheng was stunned for a moment and then said, "Master Zhou?! You are here too, that's great. Master Zhou also goes to fight with those Japanese bastards. With Master Zhou's kung fu, you can definitely get a few more bags of rice back."

"Yes, Master Zhou will go with us. Not only can you fight those Japanese bastards, but you will also have a bag of rice if you win." Liao Yuanzhi also said to Zhou Tian. Since the fall of Foshan, Liao Yuanzhi has not only done some work during the day, but also relied on the rice he won with the Japanese to support his wife and children.

"Okay, I'll try it too..." Zhou Tian nodded. The reason why Zhou Tian planned to go with Liao Yuanzhi was to see if there was a chance to see Miura and put off his belt, and the second was to prevent Liao Yuanzhi from being shot by the colonel named Sato. If the current situation in Liao Yuanzhi's family was opened, it would be possible to challenge the three Japanese without rice. Zhou Tian must not watch Liao Yuanzhi do this. As for the third point, it was Zhou Tian's own business. The movie scenes before were quite exciting to Zhou Tian, ​​so Zhou Tian's chest is now like a big stone. Zhou Tian needs to vent a moment, and those Japanese soldiers are the best targets. Of course, Zhou Tian will definitely not do anything stupid. After all, compared with the guns in the hands of the Japanese, Zhou Tian's spell is not enough to watch.

Sitting on the large truck of Japanese soldiers, he arrived at the fighting arena in a short while. When Zhou Tian and Liao Yuanzhi went there, someone had already fought there. Zhou Tian knew him and was also a master from Wushang Street. His kung fu was pretty good, but what he was challenging at this moment was two people. Under the attack of the two Japanese, the man's physical strength gradually disappeared. Soon, as the blood from the man's mouth was spurted out of the field, the competition was over, and the ignorant martial arts master was dragged out of the field by someone's arm.

"The ancient Roman Colosseum...that person is Miura." Zhou Tian looked around and punched the fighting arena, and suddenly there was a feeling of slaves in the ancient Roman Colosseum for people to have fun. The guy in military uniform standing on the platform was Zhou Tian's mission target this time, the Japanese general named Miura.

"Master Zhou helped me get my clothes." It was obviously not the first time Liao Yuanzhi came. After taking off the cotton coat and handing it to Zhou Tian, ​​he nodded at the Japanese soldiers guarding the house. The Japanese soldiers naturally understood what Liao Yuanzhi meant. After opening the door, they let Liao Yuanzhi enter the fighting arena.

At this moment, one of the Japanese soldiers wearing karate uniforms also walked out of the group. The Japanese soldiers were relatively thin and not old, but they were very ugly in Zhou Tian's eyes. They also had fierce eyes. They bent down at Liao Yuanzhi, and under the order of Miura on the second floor, the two officially started fighting.

The people who fought against Liao Yuanzhi were obviously not as strong as Liao Yuanzhi, but they were very fierce. They greeted Liao Yuanzhi's vital points during this move, and they were crazy as if they were not afraid of death. Although Liao Yuanzhi's fists hit the opponent firmly, the opponent relied on that fierce force to resist Liao Yuanzhi's attack, and also freed up his hands to launch a few counterattacks on Liao Yuanzhi once or twice. However, the power gap between the two was too large after all. Although the Japanese soldier used an approximately suicide attack move, he was kicked out of the field by Liao Yuanzhi.

At this time, someone came in from the passage behind Zhou Tian. Most of the people who came in were masters from Wuguan Street, one of them was Wu Chilin from the teahouse.

"Master Zhou is here too..." Because Zhou Tian used to go to the teahouse of Wu Chi Lin for free for food and drink, Wu Chi Lin and Zhou Tian are still very familiar with him. When Wu Chi Lin saw Zhou Tian here, he greeted Zhou Tian.
Chapter completed!