Anti-Japanese War Killing Enemy Explosion System

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"Damn it??? Tuan Zuo, is this something a human can do?

No, are you saying something that a human being can say? "

Pa Er, who followed a step later, staggered at the sound and almost fell.

"Hmph! Why pretend to be a wolf with a big tail if you don't have money? A waste of my mother's expression!"

Sister Yao looked at the backs of Yang Chen and the three of them, and went back cursing.

……

Although Ouyang Qing has the same frankness as a man, she is still a woman with her sentimental side.

At this moment, watching the cars coming and going in the American Concession, I couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Brother, do you think that if there were no hateful Japanese invasion, would China be as prosperous as Tianjin?"

It is worth mentioning that, in order to conceal their identities, the three of Yang Chen are considered brothers at this time.

The rake ear next to him smiled and said, "Third brother, you have never been to Shanghai, otherwise you would know what real prosperity is."

"Great Shanghai, is it more prosperous than Tianjin?" Ouyang Qing yearned for it. Although she grew up in Hefei, she lived in isolation on the mountain for many years.

Moreover, Hefei is far from being comparable to Tianjin, and Tianjin is far from being comparable to Shanghai.

The prosperity of Tianjin has already dazzled her a little, so how prosperous should the big Shanghai that she is talking about be?

"Of course!"

Rake ears and nod heavily.

Yang Chen said: "When the war is over, the whole of China will be so prosperous!

No, it will be a hundred times, a thousand times more prosperous than Tianjin now! "

At this moment, Yang Chen's thoughts went back to the 21st century.

Shaking his head and pulling back his thoughts, Yang Chen continued to walk forward.

Turning around an intersection, a large group of people suddenly surrounded the front, some foreigners, but more Chinese.

After all, this is China, even the American Concession.

"Come on, let's go and see!"

Looking up, Yang Chen found that the place surrounded by the crowd seemed to be a martial arts gym.

As they approached, Yang Chen knew through everyone's conversation that someone had come to kick the hall.

Although many people in the country showed expressions of righteous indignation, clenched their fists, and their teeth itched with hatred, no one dared to step forward to help.

And the foreigners next to them looked like they were enjoying the show, and would sneer at them from time to time: "Chinese martial arts, hehe! It's just a show!"

"No, our western boxing can definitely kill this so-called 'Chinese' kung fu in seconds!"

……

"Let let, let let!"

Relying on his extraordinary physical fitness, Yang Chen quickly separated from the crowd and came to the gate of the martial arts hall with his hands.

What came into view was a few arrogant Japanese ronin wearing skirts and buns, showing off their power in the martial arts compound.

The masters and apprentices in the martial arts hall had all been knocked to the ground, and many of them were covering their chests with their hands, apparently suffering severe injuries.

Everyone had unwillingness on their faces, and one of them was still struggling to get up.

A Japanese ronin stepped forward and stomped hard on his chest with his broken wooden clogs.

"puff!--"

A mouthful of blood immediately spilled from the corner of the man's mouth.

"Hehe! A group of sick men from East Asia! There is no one who can fight!

From now on, where there is my big Japanese samurai, your Chinese martial arts are not allowed to exist!

Otherwise, I, Wild Wolf of the Mountain Pass, will smash one at a time!

Hahaha!Yang's Martial Arts?Hang up this plaque in the future! "

After saying that, the ronin in a black jacket threw a plaque with the words "Sick Man of East Asia" on the ground, turning around and leaving.

"Hehe! Want to leave after pretending to be b? How can there be such a good thing in the world?"

"Baga! Who?"

The Japanese ronin turned his head, just in time to see Yang Chen who had parted from the crowd, stepped over the steps and threshold, and walked towards the courtyard.

"Baga! You are courting death!"

At this time, in the martial arts hall, more than a dozen injured apprentices had already got up from the ground, gathered together, and supported the martial artist who was the leader.

"Little brother, I appreciate your kindness, Yang Xiude. You are no match for these Japanese wanderers, so don't get into this muddy water."

As he said that, the martial artist turned his head to look at the Japanese ronin who was the leader again: "Wild Yamaguchi, it's none of his business, don't make things difficult for him!"

"Yang Xiude? Yang's martial arts school? Tianjin?"

Yang Chen's head exploded with a 'buzz'.

Before, he had heard from his father that their Yang family was a big family in the period of the Republic of China, and his great-grandfather once opened a martial arts gym in Tianjin.

But later, in a martial arts competition, Grandpa Yang Chen was seriously injured and forced to move his family, and died of hatred not long after.

After that, the Yang family fell into ruin.

At that time, Yang Chen still thought it was his father bragging, anyway, he often bragged, saying that he was a descendant of the Yang family general and Yang Linggong.

But at this moment, combined with everything he saw in front of him, isn't his father bragging to him?

Because his great-grandfather was really called Yang Xiude.

Or is it just a coincidence, is he thinking too much?

"Hmph! It's none of his business? Since you got in and want to leave, you have to ask my fist if I agree!"

The martial artist was a little anxious, and shouted loudly: "Little brother, we will help you stop these Japanese wanderers, you go!"

Yang Chen didn't care about these Japanese wanderers, he didn't even look at them.