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Rangers are too mysterious, we only know that they are all people who practice martial arts, and they all love to do chivalrous things.

Just take this opportunity to let everyone open their eyes.”

Timely Rain glanced at him: "Start from the beginning? Those who have been tortured since childhood, what the hell?"

Obviously, the master has already made a decision.

Pan An took the opportunity to guide: "Well, you can tell what you think of. If even you feel that the memory is deep and worth talking about, the story must be wonderful!

If there are so many wonderful stories that make you confused, let’s start with the thunderstorm night in Yuguan that made you famous all over the world.

Although so many years have passed, the public has never learned the detailed inside story, and has always relied on hearsay, or the content of film and television dramas.”

Jiyu was very satisfied with this statement, and nodded modestly: "That's true!"

While pondering, he turned the slender hare over again.

With a broken voice, he narrated his life

Everyone instantly pricked up their ears, for fear that they might miss half a word.

"Uncle, I joined the teacher's school since I was a child, and under the careful guidance of the old master, I practiced hard for nearly ten cold and heat, and finally achieved a small success. I can break 36 or seven pieces of live wood the size of a tea bowl in one go.

The old master felt that it was of little significance for me to continue to work behind closed doors, so he led me to travel around the rivers and lakes, looking for famous masters and apprentices to learn from each other, accumulating actual combat experience, and sharpening my own martial arts.

At that time, I happened to travel to the vicinity of Yuguan, and I happened to meet His Majesty the Emperor Shengwu, who was patrolling the border, proclaiming that the world will be peaceful for the soldiers who have not returned to the expedition over the years, and please return the souls of heroes to their hometowns to rest in peace.

I planned to wait for Yujia to leave before leaving for the next stop.

Unexpectedly, someone came to the door, and all the rangers around were invited to discuss charitable deeds

At first, everyone thought it was the secret decree of His Majesty Shengwu Tiandi, and they cooperated very actively.

It wasn't until that night of thunderstorms that I realized that it was the nobles of the old royal family who were taking the lead, intending to assassinate His Majesty Shengwu Tiandi, who reorganized the country and restored the arrogance of our great Han Empire.

The old ranger of the master's generation was extremely furious, and fought on the spot, killing several bosses, and completely fell into the siege of countless dead soldiers and followers

If it wasn't for them not daring to use firearms lightly, for fear of alarming the Habayashi guards and the Huben army outside the city, we might not even be able to kill that five-entry mansion.

Under the yelling of the older generation, a few of us juniors broke out in a group of more than a dozen people, trying to go to Xingyuan to warn the police, but were blocked by the dead soldiers and followers.

All the movies and TV series you watch are just to lure ghosts.

Life and death fighting, there are not so many bells and whistles, life and death are divided as soon as you get started.

Even screaming is nonsense.

No matter fists, feet, swords are all rushing to the vital points, in the middle you will die.

When my group of seventeen brothers broke through the fifth blockade, although there were seventy or eighty corpses left behind, only me, Senior Brother Jiu Wenlong, and two eldest brothers, Baoshan Baoshi, were left.

Brother Jiu Wenlong's weapon is a wrought iron eyebrow stick, weighing more than 30 kilograms, and it uses a wide open and close approach.

When you wave it, it's really a good hand that can't splash water.

If you touch it, your head will break open, or it will be directly thrown into the air. That night, no one survived under the stick.

Brother Jiu Wenlong was the vanguard all the way, his bravery was unstoppable.

The two elder brothers of Baoshan Baoshi took the way of joint attack, with an iron umbrella as the main defense and a Modao knife as the main attack.

When the two cooperated, they formed a system of their own, without any flaws.

manpower is exhausted

When encountering the sixth attack, the speed of the iron rod wielded by Brother Jiu Wenlong was obviously not as fast as before, so he killed two or three people and was approached by several dead men.

At that time, my feet were also weak, and rescue was not enough.

He could only watch helplessly as those dead men withdrew, Senior Brother Jiu Wenlong's body was covered in dozens of pillars of blood, and in an instant his stool was bloody and everyone died.

With that distraction, a long sword appeared in front of me, but I was powerless to dodge it, thinking that I would definitely die.

At the critical moment, Brother Gem who was nearby cut off the long sword with a knife and saved me.

But it also left a loophole, and was seized by those dead soldiers and followers, forcing them to escape from under the iron umbrella with their lives.

Not long after, he was cut in half by a dead soldier and pierced his neck with a dagger.

Without Brother Gem, Brother Baoshan had no choice but to give up his defense, counterattack with the edge of the broken iron umbrella, and killed the last few soldiers and followers together with me.

It never occurred to me that the dead man whose waist had been cut off in half by Brother Baoshi was still alive.

Taking advantage of Brother Baoshan's grief, he went to help Brother Baoshi, and he succeeded in a surprise attack, piercing Brother Baoshan's heart and lungs from under his ribs.

It rained heavily that night, and it was also very cold. The thunder in the sky seemed to tear the earth apart.

When I was only fifteen or sixteen years old that year, under the light of lightning, I saw Brother Baoshan blowing the head of the dead man with fright and anger, while my own mouth and nose were bleeding violently, and I was soon enveloped in despair.

Kneeling and sitting in the blood and rain, it was very difficult to even move a finger.

I thought of the old master who guarded the house to attract more dead soldiers and followers.

I thought of the big brothers who fell from the arrow when they broke out from the house.

I thought of the companions who were wiped out by those dead soldiers and subordinates in the way of life-for-life along the way.

But it was useless.

I was exhausted, I couldn't even hold my eyelids, and finally fell on the ground full of rain and blood, gradually getting colder."

Pan An waited for a while, but Jiyu, who was turning over the roasted hare, did not speak.

The online viewers in the live broadcast room have already exceeded one million, and no one has blocked the barrage.

I couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Did you forget something? For example, the cloud-piercing arrow that alarmed His Majesty's Habayashi Guard and the Huben Army outside the city?"

"Then what is the Cloud Piercing Arrow!"

Timely Rain glanced at Pan An, and repeated with a sneer: "There has never been such a thing as a cloud-piercing arrow!"

Before he fainted, he saw the thing that was later passed down as the Cloud Piercing Arrow.

That wasn't a cloud piercing arrow at all, it was a flare.

That night, after the Huben army entered the city and wiped out the resistance on the surface, they launched a city-wide search.

All people over the age of ten with wet hair were arrested, including bald heads.