Three hundred men burst into honest laughter at the same time.
The robbers breathed a sigh of relief, bowed and walked backwards.
With a bang, the door closed behind them, and three hundred strong men slowly surrounded them from all directions.
There was a malicious smile on their faces.
The spirit of Yamato flowing in the veins of the ronin was awakened.
They shouted angrily and quickly formed a defensive battle formation back to back.
They drew out their sharp Japanese swords and waved them.
The Japanese swords were extremely sharp and would cause skin and flesh wounds if touched.
From the time of Qi Jiguang, the Chinese people You know how powerful it is.
For ordinary Chinese, who would dare to provoke the Japanese ronin?
These guys are so lawless that even the Japanese patrol in Hongkou can't do anything to them.
But the muscular men laughed even more happily.
The leader, a bald boy, narrowed his eyes when he smiled.
He pulled out two large mirrors from his back belt, slowly opened the safety, cocked the hammer, and suddenly shouted : "Look at the gun" As soon as the gunfire rang out, the ronin felt a light touch in their hands, and the front half of the Japanese sword flew out, stuck in the door panel, and dangled.
Liang Maocai waved his hand: "It's mine to beat him to death."
The young men swarmed forward.
They were not using their bare hands.
The weapon racks in the yard were equipped with eighteen kinds of weapons including swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks.
It was not a joke to deal with a few ronin with knives.
More than a dozen ronin were let go.
He fell to the ground, punched and kicked, and soon he could only breathe out but not in.
Liang Maocai still felt that it was not enough: "You motherfucker, you came here to act wild.
Who are these idiots?"
Someone said: "Maybe it's from the Hongkou Dojo, where all the little Japanese people who practice martial arts are."
Liang Maocai said: "Let's go and flatten the Hongkou Dojo.
The Jingwu Association is opening today.
It can be considered as our congratulatory gift."
Nong Jinsun was so frightened that his face turned pale.
How could these new students cause trouble so much?
They were even worse than Chen Zikun back then.
He hurriedly said: "Ouyang Kai, Xiao Yan, hurry up and persuade them."
Ouyang Kai said: "Morale can be used.
Besides, I also want to go to Hongkou Dojo to ask for advice.
Without a reputation, our Jingwu Association will not be able to gain a foothold in Shanghai."
Situ Xiaoyan cheered: "I'm going too."
"Everyone, go and seek justice."
Ouyang Kai raised his arms and shouted.
Everyone carried the half-dead Japanese ronin and headed to the Hongkou Dojo to look for bad luck.
Only Nong Jinsun was left sighing in the empty yard.
Ten minutes later, the door was gently pushed open, and a young man wearing a white student uniform poked his head in: "Is there anyone there?"
Nong Jinsun said: "Please come in, you are" The young man was carrying a package and said politely: "My name is Zheng Zeru.
I am a student at Jiaotong University, oh, it was the former Nanyang Public School.
I want to take advantage of the summer vacation to learn Chinese martial arts.
I wonder if you still accept disciples?"
Nong Jinsun became happy.
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This was the student he wanted to recruit.
He was an intellectual, had no martial arts skills, and did not like to cause trouble.
He hurriedly said: "Come in, come in quickly."
Zheng Zeru walked into the hall with his luggage and looked around curiously.
Sandbags, stone locks, swords, guns and sticks, all the objects were full of masculinity.
Although they were strange, they were very kind.
This was the home of Chinese martial arts, Jingwu founded by Huo Yuanjia.
Yes.
Before the arrival, the leaders of the Shanghai Federation of Trade Unions and the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee still rang in their words Chun Chun’s teachings.
Comrade Shaoqi and Comrade Lisan told themselves that they must unite their patriotic compatriots in the martial arts community to carry out anti-imperialist and anti-feudal revolutionary activities.
If possible, establish a party branch in the Jingwu Association.
Zheng Zeru picked up a rag and wiped the table, which made Nong Jinsun very happy: "Xiao Zheng, put it down quickly.
If you are new here, take a drink of water first."
"Uncle Farmer, I'm not tired.
I'm a new student and I have to do what I'm supposed to do.
Besides, I come from a poor family.
My father is a rickshaw puller and my mother is a domestic helper.
I've been used to working since I was a child.
If I don't do something, I feel bad all over. ” Nong Jinsun nodded, this child is so lovable.
Hongkou is located on the north bank of Suzhou River in the northern area of the public concession.
It is named after Hongkou Port, but it is known as Little Tokyo because there are so many Japanese expatriates living here.
With the Japanese Consulate to the west of the cruise terminal as the core, there are a large number of Japanese-style residences, Post offices, temples, hospitals, and schools are located in close proximity.
The infamous Hongkou Dojo is located here, and soldiers, ronin, and members of the Black Dragon Society often hang out here.
In the eyes of the Chinese, it is no different from a devil's cave.
Friends in the Shanghai martial arts circle even talk about it.
It is not because of the superb martial arts of the Japanese.
But the Japanese are too cunning, and if they are not as skilled as others, they will resort to insidious tricks, such as poisoning or assassination.
Master Huo Yuanjia died in their poisonous hands.
Liang Maocai and others entered the concession in a mighty manner.
They were all soldiers and carried pistols in their arms.
Who took the Hongkou Dojo seriously?
Don't even dare to ask.
The scenery in the courtyard of the dojo is extremely unique, with roads paved with white pebbles, green lawns, exquisitely trimmed flowers and trees, low Japanese-style buildings, paper sliding doors, and several pairs of wooden clogs placed under the corridor.
Liang Maocai opened the door fiercely and was about to curse when he saw dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him in the room.
All of these people were wearing white judo uniforms.
The oldest was only six or seven years old, and the youngest was only three or four years old.
Sitting cross-legged at the front was a woman in her twenties with a ponytail and a black belt on her white judo uniform.
She spoke in pure Chinese: "Asshole, what are you doing?"
Liang Maocai said: "Where are you adults?
Come out and let grandpa loosen the bones for you for free."
The woman stood up and walked straight over.
She was not short in stature.
Not only was she far taller than the average Japanese man, she could reach Liang Maocai's chin even in front of him.
"I am Haruko Yagyu from Hongkou Dojo, who are you?"
"I am Liang Maocai from the Jingwu Association.
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Your people came to us to cause trouble and were punished by us.
I am here to raise an army and hold them accountable."
Liang Maocai said.
The brothers were all puzzled, wondering what happened to Mr.
Shi today.
He became so polite when he saw a girl and didn't even take action.
Yagyu Haruko glanced at the ronin who were beaten into pig-headed shapes and said contemptuously: "They are not from our Hongkou Dojo."
"Seriously" Liang Maocai's eyes widened.
"Of course, we from the Hongkou Dojo will never lose."
Haruko Yagyu said proudly.
"I don't believe it" “Try it if you don’t believe it” Liang Maocai shouted loudly and rushed forward, but Haruko Yagyu screamed louder than him, grabbed him by the collar, threw him sharply over the shoulder, and threw him to the ground.
"Male Gobi, you're so cruel."
Liang Maocai rubbed his butt, but he didn't want to get angry, and his eyes kept rolling around Yagyu Haruko.
The little Japanese children clapped and cheered for Teacher Yagyu, the new Jingwukai students also burst into laughter, and the atmosphere took a strange turn.
"I'm here to ask for advice."
Situ Xiaoyan stepped forward, cupped his fists, and raised his posture.
Yagyu Haruko bowed: "I'm sorry."
The two tried a few moves with each other, and then they fought together.
The woman's fighting moves were very beautiful, and the intensity was not that strong.
After dozens of moves, there was no winner or loser.
However, Ouyang Kai was extremely shocked.
This Japanese woman could actually do a lot of things.
A variety of Chinese Kung Fu, including Jing Wu Hui’s unique skill Mizong Quan.
"Okay, let's go."
Ouyang Kai vaguely heard the sound of sirens in the distance and felt that he couldn't stay here for long.
With an order, the men quickly retreated.
Before leaving, Liang Maocai also talked to Yagyu Haruko: "Sister, I I’ll come back to you.”
Haruko Yagyu snorted coldly and ignored him.
Five minutes later, two Japanese police officers arrived on bicycles and asked breathlessly: "Miss Yagyu, are you okay?"
"It's nothing.
Several Chinese people came to compete in martial arts, but I sent them away."
Yagyu Haruko said calmly.
"Miss Yagyu's martial arts skills must have made them suffer," the patrolman said flatteringly.
In the evening, the men at the Hongkou Dojo came back from the Huxi Cotton Mill.
There had been a strike recently.
The Japanese-run Waikato Cotton Mill was the center of the unrest.
The factory director was afraid of the Chinese causing trouble, so he hired dozens of experts as guards.
There is no one in the ashram during the day.
The Chinese actually came to cause trouble and injured more than a dozen low-level ronin.
This made the commander-in-chief of the Hongkou Dojo Yagyu Jingyun very angry.
However, he heard that the other party claimed to be from the Jingwu Association and sent out hundreds of people.
Lost in thought: "Something's wrong, the Jingwu Association has been dormant for a long time, why did it suddenly grow so fast?"
"Commander, let's go get revenge."
The masters of the dojo said.
"No, ignore them.
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The Chinese people's anti-Japanese sentiment is currently high and we cannot cause trouble to our government."
Yagyu Shizuyun said.
On the first day after the Jingwu Club reopened, it recruited 300 disciples, and incidentally, the incident of destroying the Hongkou Dojo quickly spread throughout the Shanghai martial arts community.
Fellow peers had to look at the Jingwu Club with admiration, and Nong Jinsun also Not bothering to explain anything, he welcomes anything that can increase the momentum and scale of the Jingwu Association.
Recently, many restaurants have sprung up in the Zhabei area.
Almost all of them are based on Southern Thai cuisine.
The owners are all tall and thick-set men.
The dishes are the same over and over again, such as braised beef, pork head meat, steamed buns with eggs, etc.
But business is surprisingly hot.
At dinner time, in a Nantai local restaurant, Zheng Zeru and a group of nominal disciples of the Jingwu Association sat around the table, listening to Liang Maocai bragging with spitfire.
Originally, according to the rules of the Jingwu Association, it was to be managed in a closed manner.
Two meals a day were eaten in the martial arts hall, and going out without permission was strictly prohibited.
But that was all from the time when Senior Brother Liu Zhensheng was here.
There were three hundred new students, and They were all unruly former soldiers of the Anti-Smoking Law Enforcement Corps.
Ouyang Kai and Situ Xiaoyan were unable to control them at all and could only let them go their own way.
Zheng Zeru had a lively relationship with his classmates.
He was a cultured person, could write letters home, knew where to find fun things to do in Shanghai, and was good at educating others.
He soon became everyone's good friend, and they even gave him a nickname: Zheng Xiucai.
After Liang Maocai finished bragging about his awesome experience as a bandit, he picked up the bowl, took a sip of sorghum roast, took a bite of egg-roasted buns, and asked Zheng Zeru carelessly: "How are you, scholar, are you afraid?"
Zheng Zeru said: "I'm almost scared to death."
A burst of wild laughter broke out in the diner.
"Brothers, have you ever thought about why our land was annexed and why we became bandits?"
Zheng Zeru changed his serious tone and looked around the crowd.
Everyone yawned, knowing that the scholar was going to talk about ancient times again.
Suddenly, four short-handed men came in from the door, wearing Panama straw hats, Xiangyun gauze jackets, tattoos of dragons and tigers on their arms, and thick gold bars on their fingers.
At first glance, they looked like gangsters from Zhabei.
Liang Maocai glanced at them and ignored them.
The four of them sat down in the corner and ordered a few dishes and a pot of rice wine.
Before they started eating, they said angrily: "Boss, why is there a dead mouse in the dish?
How do you do business?
You still want to open this shop?"
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The boss came over and took out a small, hairless, dead mouse from the plate.
This was clearly what the gangsters had just put in it.
"There are rats, right?
Then it's meat and vegetables, so you have to pay extra."
The boss said very relaxedly
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