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"Damn it! It's actually Taizu Long Fist!"

Chen Jianming was shocked.

Those Japanese special forces soldiers actually practiced Taizu Changquan, which is known as the "Mother of a Hundred Fists".

Legend has it that this boxing style was created by Emperor Taizu of Song, Zhao Kuangyin, based on his battlefield experience, hence the name.

Taizu Changquan is powerful and domineering, with wide and sweeping movements, yet it also combines strength and gentleness.

Every move is laced with deadly intent. Having absorbed combat experience from the battlefield, it focuses on practicality and avoids unnecessary fancy moves!

"Those little Japanese devils dare to practice Taizu Changquan? Do they even understand it?"

However, this actually benefited Chen Jianming.

This set of boxing techniques is worlds apart from the martial arts skills of those poachers!

Chen Jianming was filled with enthusiasm and began practicing his boxing in the courtyard, following the moves he remembered.

Having prior experience in boxing, he picked it up quickly and soon mastered the essence, his movements becoming increasingly fluid.

He was like a snake, his body twisting and turning with agile and ever-changing movements. Every punch he threw carried a faint sound of air being cut!

"Truly worthy of being called Taizu Long Fist!"

Chen Jianming was very satisfied.

This set of boxing techniques combines feints and real attacks, is bold and unrestrained, and has extremely strong explosive power!

With his current physical condition, he could easily handle five or six Japanese soldiers in actual combat.

I practiced for more than two hours until I was covered in sweat before I stopped.

After a quick rinse, Chen Jianming entered the space and melted down all the large and small yellow croakers to make a golden bed.

He didn't want to sleep on the black soil every time!

"These days, no one can afford to sleep in such a luxurious bed."

I went up and tried it, and it was a bit hard, but I felt comfortable.

One word: awesome!

"Huh? Nothing fell today?"

Chen Jianming looked at the crack in the space and found it strange that he hadn't seen anything fall today.

"Never mind, it probably fell into those piles of weapons and antiques!"

Without giving it much thought, he looked at the pile of weapons and antiques in front of him, which was indeed a bit messy, and decided to tidy them up.

It would be bad if a large piece of iron fell down and smashed these antique vases.

Firearms, guns, and grenades are easy to organize; they can be placed in a separate area. The troublesome ones are the antiques and rare items.

"Is this calligraphy or painting from the Tang Dynasty? Or porcelain from the Song or Yuan Dynasty?"

Chen Jianming approached and began arranging the antique paintings and calligraphy, beaming with joy.

Those calligraphy and paintings are all by renowned masters, and each piece would be priceless if sold elsewhere.

So many wonderful things! Just looking at them makes me happy!

After tidying up the antiques and treasures, he practiced Taizu Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts) for a while, then picked up his gun and went out.

While checking the traps to see if there were any prey, they also wandered around the mountain looking for other Japanese strongholds.

As long as those Japanese devils are not eliminated, the villagers at the foot of the mountain will never have a safe day.

Down the mountain, at the Guhe Town Police Station.

A weathered-looking man sat at the head of the table, looking solemnly at the security guards below: "You've all heard about last night's fire, so let's hear your thoughts."

"Director Liu, do you think that fire might be related to the bandits roaming the mountains?"

"I don't think it was bandits. Yesterday's fire was huge, like an explosion. It alerted villages for miles around. Ordinary bandits would only commit crimes in secret, they wouldn't dare to be so blatant!"

Several security guards discussed it.

Liu nodded: "Xiao Zhao is right. In my experience, it shouldn't have anything to do with bandits. However, this matter has had a very bad impact. Now, everyone in the surrounding villages is saying that Heiyu Mountain is haunted and someone has angered the spirits. Even the higher-ups have been alerted. Whatever the truth is, we must find out as soon as possible! Only in this way can the villagers feel at ease."

"receive!"

The security guards below responded in unison.

While the police station was investigating the fire, Chen Jianming was also wandering around the mountain. It wasn't until noon that he spotted a suspicious person.

He was a middle-aged man with a buzz cut, wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket and a worn-out melon-shaped hat. He looked like an ordinary hunter.

However, Chen Jianming still noticed something unusual about the other person's posture and walking style.

Ordinary hunters rarely have such an upright posture.

Furthermore, the way the other person walks is clearly a habit of someone who has stood at attention in the military.

"Brother, do you know how to get to the forest farm?" Chen Jianming stepped forward to strike up a conversation.

The man turned around, his eyes lacking the simplicity of an ordinary hunter, instead showing more vigilance and wariness.

He waved his hand and said, "I don't know, go ask someone else."

However, Chen Jianming did not stop after hearing this and continued to approach him.

"stop!"

The middle-aged man with the buzz cut suddenly changed his expression and took the hunting rifle from his back.

"Brother, don't misunderstand, I just wanted to ask for directions, don't get so worked up," Chen Jianming said with a smile.

He was 80 percent certain that the man in front of him was a disguised Japanese soldier.

After yesterday's fire, most hunters probably wouldn't dare to go up the mountain alone!

Moreover, he had never seen an ordinary hunter react in this way.

He had only ever seen that kind of look in the eyes of the Japanese soldiers!

"I said I don't know, can't you understand human language? If you come any closer, I'll shoot!"

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut spoke sharply, his hunting rifle cocked.

"Then shoot!"

Chen Jianming showed no fear and continued to step forward.

"boom--"

A gunshot rang out, but after the shot was fired, the middle-aged man with the buzz cut was stunned.

Where are they?

He watched helplessly as Chen Jianming, a grown man, vanished right before his eyes.

The next moment, Chen Jianming reappeared, and taking advantage of the man's momentary daze, he punched the middle-aged man with the buzz cut in the face with Taizu Long Fist.

The middle-aged man with the buzz cut swayed and fell to the ground with a thud.

With Chen Jianming's current strength, plus the advantage of Taizu Changquan, most people simply couldn't withstand this punch.

This was only because he was worried about arresting the wrong person, so he held back some of his strength!

Chen Jianming put the person into his spatial storage, and soon some memories appeared in his mind.

"Looks like we didn't arrest the wrong person!"

As expected, this short-haired guy really was a Japanese soldier, who usually lurked in Zhao Family Village at the foot of the mountain.

It was because of the fire last night that the other party risked their life to come up the mountain to gather information.

Through Xiao Cuntou's memories, Chen Jianming also learned that Japanese soldiers were lurking in several neighboring villages, such as Liu Family Village and Zhao Family Village. They were in contact with each other and had established Japanese intelligence stations to transmit intelligence to the Japanese base in the mountains.

"Knowing the exact location makes things much easier."

Chen Jianming returned to the cabin first. He was quite hungry after wandering around for so long, and he couldn't go into battle on an empty stomach.

He prepared some venison, roasted it over the fire, and planned to go and meet the Japanese devils lurking at the foot of the mountain after he had eaten his fill.

The venison was roasted and we were eating when there was a sudden knock on the door!