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

"Don't forget, this man is an expert in assassination, his whereabouts are unpredictable, and he appears and disappears like a ghost. There's no need for him to confront machine guns head-on," Ishida said.

Matsumoto Ichiro didn't participate in the argument, but simply nodded slowly: "Pass down the order that no lights should be turned off in the camp tonight. Double the number of sentries, and keep the machine gun positions ready to fire, especially at the camp gate and the command post."

Furthermore, expand the patrol area of ​​the military police detachment by another circle.

After saying that, he added, "If Chen Hongwu really dares to come, no matter how many people die, we must keep him here."

At this moment, Chen Hongwu, whom they had been longing for, had arrived outside the barracks.

Searchlights swept back and forth in the distance as he crouched in a window opening of the department store.

In the brief moment when the two beams of light turned simultaneously, he lightly touched the windowsill with his toes, and his figure soared up like a black hawk, sweeping across more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) before landing steadily on the roof of a three-story building opposite.

A hawk does a somersault!

This technique involves shifting force in mid-air, landing as swiftly as a cat.

Without stopping, he ran swiftly along the roof ridge, and in a few leaps he bypassed the high wall on the east side and reached the west side of the barracks.

There is a row of short trees under the west wall, their shadows dense.

He spotted the spot, slid down the wall, and landed curled up like a ball, his forefeet touching the ground first. All the force of his fall was released into the mud, without even disturbing a layer of dust.

Two sentries stood about twenty paces inside the wall, whispering to each other.

Chen Hongwu took out two flying locust stones from his waist, channeled his strength into his fingers, and tapped his wrist twice.

The flying stone pierced the air silently, striking one person's temple and another's throat bone with pinpoint accuracy. Both heads tilted to the side, and their bodies went limp.

Chen Hongwu rushed forward, helped the two men up, gently laid them down in the shadows, and casually took the dagger from one of their waists.

Without a silencer, firearms are too noisy and unsuitable for use; daggers and darts are the preferred choices.

The camp was as bright as day, with an electric light every five steps illuminating the sturdy guard towers.

On the machine gun emplacement, two gunners leaned against sandbags, while a Type 3 heavy machine gun stood menacingly aimed at the gate.

Three patrol teams moved back and forth, their military boots clattering on the gravel.

Chen Hongwu walked close to the wall, avoiding the lit areas, like a snake slithering through grass.

After passing a warehouse, just as he was about to cross the road, a flashlight beam suddenly swept across and shone on half of his sleeve.

"Who?!" the patrolman exclaimed.

Before Chen Hongwu could cover himself, he raised his hand and threw a stone, knocking down the Japanese soldier holding the flashlight.

But this sound eventually alerted the bystanders, and whistles rang out from all sides.

"Enemy attack!"

Chen Hongwu acted decisively, lunging forward and rolling on the ground, throwing stones that shattered three nearby light bulbs.

As soon as the lights went out, the area at the base of the wall immediately went dark.

He rolled a couple more times and disappeared into the shadows behind the field gun.

"Over there!"

"shot!"

Gunshots pierced the night, and bullets flew toward the spot where Chen Hongwu had just stood.

He was already close to the ground, moving like a gecko.

After running out of pebbles, he took two magazines from the body of the fallen sentry and threw pebbles again, breaking two large lamps in the distance.

As soon as the lights went out, chaos erupted in the barracks, and people scattered in disarray.

"Don't panic! Guard the main gate!"

"Hold the command post!"

Chen Hongwu used the sound to pinpoint the location and made his way towards the command post in the darkness.

The shouts seemed to guide him. He went around two rows of barracks, knocked down three more men blocking his way, and finally saw a warm yellow light shining from a tiled roof house directly in front of him.

Inside the room, Matsumoto Ichiro and a group of officers had already drawn their guns.

Fujita Osami even carried a crooked-handled gun, facing the doorway.

"He did come, just as I thought," Ishida whispered.

All the gun barrels were pointed at that door.

Outside the door, the footsteps stopped, and all was silent.

Then, the door was slowly pushed open a crack from the outside.

Without saying a word, Fujita Osami pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out, the door panel shattered, and spent shell casings clattered and fell all over the ground.

The gunfire ceased, but the smoke lingered.

A Japanese soldier's corpse was pushed through the crack in the doorway; his chest was battered and mangled. With a thud, he fell backward.

"Did you hit it?" Yamamoto Goro's voice was hoarse.

Before he could finish speaking, the roof shattered with a loud crash, leaving a large hole.

Chen Hongwu descended from the sky like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit!

Tiles and broken wood poured down like a torrential rain, and he was completely engulfed in it as he rushed into the house.

As Fujita Osamu raised his head to hold his gun, Chen Hongwu's left palm struck him on the top of the head in a flash.

The hidden force penetrated to the bone, and with an explosive burst of power, Fujita, along with his gun, was knocked halfway down, blood splattering from his seven orifices, and he fell sideways.

"kill!"

Chen Hongwu let out a low shout, which was like a thunderclap, causing the dust in the room to fall down in a flurry.

With a leap, he moved like a dragon, appearing before Yamamoto Goro in the blink of an eye. Just as Yamamoto Goro drew his sword, before it was even fully drawn, Chen Hongwu was already close behind, his right elbow like a spear, striking him squarely in the chest.

Bajiquan - Overlord Elbow!

The elbow struck Yamamoto Goro squarely in the center of his sternum. A series of "crack" sounds were heard, and Yamamoto Goro's chest caved inward, while a large bulge appeared on his back with a "bang".

He spat out a spurt of blood, his entire body lifted three feet off the ground, crashed against the wall, and slid down like a torn painting.

Hitting someone is like hanging a painting!

Naoki Kobayashi let out a strange cry and ran towards the door.

Chen Hongwu didn't even look at it, and simply hooked it with his foot.

An empty magazine flew up from the ground with a "whoosh," its hidden force penetrating the air and striking Kobayashi Naoki squarely on the back of the head with the force of thunder.

"puff!"

The magazine was embedded directly in the doorway. Naoki Kobayashi lunged forward, his head hitting halfway down the threshold, and he died instantly.

From the moment Chen Hongwu broke through the roof to the moment the four men died, only two breaths had passed.

"Impressive skills!" Saburo Ishida sneered, drawing two short swords from who-knows-where.

The short swords are arranged in two directions, one upright and one in reverse, each with a white cloth wrapped around its hilt, and the blades are as cold as autumn frost.

He moved with incredible speed, leaping diagonally upwards close to the ground, and simultaneously slashed at Chen Hongwu's throat and abdomen with two blades, one above and one below.

"A dual-wielder?"

Chen Hongwu did not retreat; he gripped the ground with his toes and exerted force from the Yongquan point (a point on the sole of the foot).

He leaned back to dodge the knife, then thrust out both palms, palms facing upwards, and flipped them outwards.

Bagua - Azure Dragon Probing its Claws!

He reached up with his left hand and precisely grabbed Ishida's left wrist at the Mingmen acupoint; his right hand scooped down and grasped Ishida's right wrist at the Shenmen acupoint. With a twist of both hands at the same time, he released a hidden force, and with two "crack" sounds, the ulna and radius bones of Ishida's two forearms dislocated from their joints, and the two short swords fell to the ground with a "clang".

Without loosening his grip, Chen Hongwu twisted his waist and hips, his entire body flipping over like a giant python, spinning Ishida's body half a circle before crashing into the last floor lamp in the room.

The lamp stand snapped with a loud crash, and Ishida collapsed in the corner like a lump of mud, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and he immediately stopped breathing.