Chinese martial arts: From being shot and killed by the armed police during a mountain search to bec

But Chen Hongwu was no longer in the same spot. His body had shifted half a step to the side before the gunshot, his feet sliding along the ground, his knees slightly bent, his center of gravity shifted to his hips, and he was half a head shorter than before.

The bullets grazed his shoulder and ear, striking the metal walls of the carriage and scattering sparks.

Baguazhang - Circling Step!

He circled around the bullet, keeping his balance and footwork steady, like water flowing around a stone.

As he dodged the gun barrel, his right hand swept upwards from below, his five fingers together, fingertips pointing forward, like a knife.

The palm sliced ​​upwards along the barrel of the nearest robber's gun, striking his wrist that was holding the gun.

The radial artery and median nerve are located on the inside of the wrist. When the palm strikes, the force penetrates deep into the nerve, causing the entire hand to go numb instantly, and the fingers involuntarily loosen their grip on the pistol.

The gun was still falling in mid-air when Chen Hongwu's left hand slapped it down, pushing it against the man's face with the heel of his palm against his nasal bone.

"Snap!"

The nasal bone broke, and the impact sent the impact into the ethmoid sinus, causing the person to fall backward and hit the back of their head on the wooden armrest of the chair.

"Bang!"

The penultimate robber raised his pistol and aimed it at the back of Chen Hongwu's head, less than two meters away.

Chen Hongwu did not turn around.

He leaned back, and as if his back had eyes, he precisely crashed into the robber's arms.

The back of his shoulder blade pressed against the robber's chest, and his spine sprang upwards from his tailbone, sending a burst of energy through his back.

Xingyiquan - Bear Shoulder!

"Bear's back" doesn't mean bumping someone with your shoulder, it means hitting someone with your back.

The boxing manual says, "The bear has the strength to stand upright, and the tiger has the ferocity to pounce on its prey." The bear moves with its back turned, and its power comes out from the Mingmen point (lower back). With a single burst of force, it can send a person flying.

The robber was struck in the chest, breaking two ribs. He staggered back four or five steps, crashed into the carriage wall, and slid down. He fired a shot into the air, the bullet piercing the ceiling and flying out.

the last one.

It's that tall, thin guy.

His hand holding the gun was trembling; the muzzle was pointed at Chen Hongwu, but his fingers didn't dig it in.

"You...are you a human or a ghost?" The tall, thin man's teeth chattered.

Chen Hongwu looked at him and said, "Kill me, or... I'll kill you!"

He stood there, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his back straight, his feet shoulder-width apart, motionless.

The tall, thin man waved the gun barrel between himself and Chen Hongwu twice before finally pulling the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet grazed Chen Hongwu's shoulder and pierced the back of a seat three rows behind him, sending splinters flying.

He was so panicked that his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't hit the target even when he fired from two meters away.

Before he could pull the trigger a second time, Chen Hongwu lunged forward and slapped him on the forehead with his right hand.

With palms pressed against the forehead, the force penetrates from the base of the palm, passes through the brow bone, and reaches the inside of the skull.

Baguazhang - Pressing Palm!

The palm strike uses downward pressure, targeting the hardest part of the skull. The force doesn't need to penetrate the bone; simply transmitting the shockwave into the cranial cavity is enough to render someone unconscious or even fatal.

The tall, thin man's eyes rolled back, his limbs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground. His pistol slipped from his hand, rolled twice in the aisle, and came to rest next to an overturned teacup.

Chen Hongwu withdrew his hand and stood up straight.

The carriage reeked of gunpowder and blood. Nine corpses lay scattered on the floor, blood flowing from various wounds and forming a winding, dark red stream in the aisle.

The ducks in the chicken coop had quieted down at some point, huddled in the corner of the coop, shivering.

Chen Hongwu stood there with his back straight, chest slightly concave and back straight, feet neither too far apart, his center of gravity sinking into his dantian, standing in the stance of the Xingyi Quan San Ti Shi (Three-Body Stance).

Despite the long, drawn-out beating, his breathing remained steady and deep, and not a single drop of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The people in the carriage looked at him with eyes full of awe and bewilderment.

That scene happened so fast that they didn't even have time to react before all eight heavily armed robbers were lying on the ground.

Chen Hongwu ignored the stares. He squatted down, picked up the flower-patterned machine gun next to the bearded man's corpse, and took out the magazine to look at it.

There are only a few shuttlecocks left.

He pushed the magazine back and rested the gun on his lap.

Then he looked up and glanced at the passengers who were still huddled in their seats, shivering.

"Who knows that student from earlier?"

The carriage was quiet for a moment. In the corner, an old woman raised her hand tremblingly, her voice still shaking: "I...I know him. He's my neighbor's child."

Chen Hongwu nodded, gathered the silver dollars and banknotes he had found on the bearded man, and stuffed them into the old woman's hand: "Send this money back to his family."

The old woman was stunned, her mouth agape, unable to utter a word.

Chen Hongwu stood up, slung the machine gun over his shoulder, and glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground.

"Who will help carry the remaining bodies to the back of the carriage? They're blocking the aisle and getting in the way."