In Jingdou, countless Qing soldiers fled, throwing away their helmets and armor. The Eight-Nation Alliance Army marched straight in behind them. The sound of rifles was like firecrackers, endless, accompanied by wails and screams.
"Bang! Bang!"
At this moment, on a street, a dozen British soldiers chased after the last Qing soldier and killed him. They couldn't help but laugh at each other. They thought that this ancient country would have some resistance and sacrifice many people, but they found out that they were all cowards.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this moment, three darts were suddenly shot out. The three British soldiers had faces full of disbelief as they clutched their throats and fell to the ground.
"Kill them!"
"Go!"
Several shouts suddenly rang out from the buildings on the street. Taking advantage of the shock of the British soldiers, figures rushed down at an extremely fast speed and pounced on the British soldiers on the street.
Kacha! Kacha!
Bang!
In an instant, one figure after another was as fierce as a tiger or a wolf, using extremely fast methods to snap the necks of several British soldiers in an instant. Immediately after, there were people who either smashed the chests of the British soldiers, shattered their hearts, or severed their heads.
"Bang!"
However, at this moment, a soldier from the British army fired a shot and hit a martial artist who was close to him. The martial artist staggered back instantly. He covered the bleeding wound on his chest and wanted to rush forward.
"Bang!"
The British soldier suddenly loaded his gun and fired another shot. The martial artist's body shook, and he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.
"Brother Zhang!"
"Damn the Japanese, ah!"
When the surrounding martial artists saw this, their eyes instantly widened and they let out sorrowful cries.
"Die!"
Zhong Qi's blood boiled as he shouted angrily. His body suddenly turned and he pounced at the British soldier as fast as lightning. Like a fierce tiger, he landed in the arms of the British soldier with his shoulder and back as a point. The Bajiquan move, Iron Mountain Push, instantly sent the British soldier flying like a rag doll.
Bang! The British soldier's bones were all broken, and blood flowed from all seven of his orifices. He died the moment he landed on the ground.
After killing more than ten blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigners, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
"Bang! Bang!"
However, before they could take away the bodies of the martial artists who had just died, dozens of well-equipped foreign ghosts appeared on the street. The sound of guns rang out one after another. The martial artists present instantly felt their hair stand on end. They frantically ran towards the shops on both sides of the street, trying to hide.
"Puchi!"
"Puchi!"
However, another two martial artists were shot more than ten times. Blood spurted out from their bodies. They groaned twice and fell to the ground, dead.
The British soldiers not far away kept shouting as they quickly approached. At this moment, dozens of British soldiers appeared at the end of the street. Hearing their companions 'angry shouts, they immediately surrounded them.
Inside the shop, a martial artist wanted to jump out of the window to escape. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound of gunfire. Immediately after, the martial artist who wanted to escape trembled all over. There were several bullet holes in his back and blood gushed out. It seemed that he would not survive.
"They're coming!"
"After practicing martial arts for decades, he died under a spear.”
"The guns of the foreign devils are indeed powerful. No wonder the Qing Dynasty is retreating.”
At this time, several martial artists who were staying in the shop had already gone up to the second floor of the shop facing the street. They looked through the window at the foreign ghosts who were constantly fighting and could not help but laugh bitterly at themselves.
"I knew that this day would come since I entered the capital. No matter how strong our martial arts are, our bodies are still mortal, and they can't resist guns and cannons. I came here only because the country is in danger, so I have to do my part.”
Old man Lin Mu took advantage of the idle time of the battle to take a puff of his pipe and said in a hoarse voice.
The sky was about to fall, and martial artists had no power to turn the tide, but they were not willing to wait for death. That was why countless martial artists from all over the world went north.
At this moment, beside Elder Lin Mu, Zhong Ling's hands were stained with blood. He squatted on the floor and panted heavily. He looked at his elder brother on the other side. Just now, he had shattered the chest of an English soldier with his bare hands. He was like a bear, and his aura was terrifying.
But now, facing the guns of the foreign devils, there was nothing they could do.
"When they get close, we'll take the opportunity to charge into the crowd and kill as many as we can!”
Zhong Qi's gray robe was still clean and tidy. His expression was gentle and his eyes were warm. He had already disregarded life and death when he came.
Just as everyone was talking, more than a hundred British soldiers had already surrounded the shops on the street.
At this moment, all the martial artists present tensed up their muscles and were about to rush out. Although they were facing more than a hundred guns and would definitely die if they rushed out, they might still be able to kill a few foreigners. If they stayed here, they would be caught like turtles in a jar, and they would probably die even more miserably.
Weng!
Just as everyone was determined to die and was waiting for Zhong Qi and Elder Lin to give the order to charge forward, they suddenly saw countless densely packed silver lights floating in the air above the British soldiers and filling the void.
Boom!
In an instant, countless silver lights rained down like a storm of pear blossoms!
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