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Chapter 118: Bloody Battle at Langshan

The smoke of gunpowder boiled in the dim sky.

The black, sulfur-smelling rain twisted into small characters.

【Great Cold】

[Guiding location: 1900 AD, Dajing.]

In the 28th year of the reign of Emperor Xuguang, Western powers expanded their influence in China, religious incidents became frequent, natural disasters and man-made disasters occurred, and social contradictions became increasingly acute, along with palace strife and infighting.

The Boxer Movement arose, burning churches, beheading priests, and besieging embassies. The Eight-Nation Intervention started in June 1900 from the Tianjin Concession and invaded the capital.
Boxer Rebellion.

Maxim machine guns, Hanyang rifles, rifles, broadswords, spears, and bows! This was an era when firearms tore through warfare, and it was the last glimmer of hope for the cold weapons.

Man-eating mandrills, zombies, vampires, alchemy. The Big Sword Society, the Red Lantern, the Summoning Spirit Society, the Wing Chun Eight-Cut Blade!

This is an era when broken-back dogs wag their tails and beg for mercy.

This is an era in which the people are full of passion and are rising up and roaring.

If civilization requires us to bow down, then let them see barbarism!

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The small calligraphy in the air slowly dissipated. Ji Ran moved his body slightly and got up from the ground.

The violent roars around seemed like the volume button gradually increasing in volume, quickly adjusting from mute to maximum!
boom! ! !
The sand and gravel from the explosions flew all over Ji Ran's face! The strong smell of gunpowder was like smoke suddenly rushing into his nose, rushing towards his lungs!
Not far away, countless flashes of artillery fire roared under the dim sky. A train stopped far away on a winding mountain road. On the intact railway tracks in front, many people were using shovels and pickaxes to dig up the tracks!
The rain continued to fall, dark clouds loomed overhead. The Maxim machine guns roared like thunder, spitting tongues of crimson fire in different directions, exploding large swathes of blood among the crowd.

There were faint flashes of artillery fire in the mountains and forests, and the charge of the big knife team beside the railway tracks rose and fell.

From a distance, the piled-up corpses looked like piles of earth, blending into the gray and barren mountains.

There were flames everywhere and the scene was devastated.

"What about you?"

Behind him, a middle-aged man wearing a red headscarf suddenly pulled Ji Ran's clothes and pulled him to his side!

"You're blocking the cannon and trying to fly over it. Do you think you're the eldest brother?"

The middle-aged man was wearing large shorts, and his upper body clothes were half-pulled down and covered with brown and black dirt.

In front of him, two men were adjusting the barrel of a cannon. It was an elm cannon, the barrel of which was hollowed out from a whole elm tree, bound with coils of wire and tied with cowhide.

At this moment, two Boxers wearing red turbans nearby picked up ordinary village dustpans and poured stones, glass, iron pieces, and iron bullets into the barrel. A Boxer nearby squatted down, pulled out the fuse under the barrel, and prepared to fire it.

At the fuse position, black powder was still leaking downwards!

Stab it!

A match is lit and the fuse shortens quickly!
"Carry the gun! Carry the gun!"

The three men held the elm cannon and wanted to aim it in the direction of the battlefield train, but the ground was slippery due to the rain, and they lost their balance and the cannon fell down!
"grass!"

The middle-aged man was shocked and shouted without thinking, "Retreat!"

He slammed a piece of talisman paper in his hand on his forehead and was about to rush towards the muzzle of the gun!
But just when the fuse was about to burn out, a figure suddenly grabbed the elm cannon with one hand, lifted the barrel that was being carried by at least two people, and carried it on his shoulder!
At this moment, Ji Ran's hand was like an iron hoop, clasping the side of the cannon barrel. Before he could react, black gunpowder spurted out a torrent of red sparks from the fuse.

boom!
The black powder exploded into thick smoke, which poured out from the muzzle, butt, and fuse of the elm cannon.

Ji Ran saw clearly that the elm cannon's blast was like a shotgun shell. The dense iron pieces, glass, and gravel exploded like a circular firework, exploding instantly as soon as it left the muzzle! The empty ten-foot area in front of him bore the most terrifying impact, and then several solid bullets blasted out from the center! They flew straight onto the train not far away, blasting a piece of glass and scratching several Yingji soldiers!
However, the sound of the elm cannon was so deafening that even I could only feel my ears buzzing because of the huge momentum!
“Good man!!!”

The middle-aged man wiped the astonishment from his face and slapped Ji Ran hard on the shoulder. At this moment, Ji Ran also put down the elm cannon.

All the boxers around looked at Ji Ran without much surprise on their faces, but more of enthusiasm!

This must be because he has mastered the Boxer Fist and has become a god!
The middle-aged man gestured to a train with his hand, kicked the boy carrying the cannon, and said, "Carry it twenty steps to the east! Shoot that car with the barrel sticking out! Don't shoot at the top of the train, the damn angle is wrong, you won't hit it!"

After saying that, the man looked at Ji Ran and laughed, "Is there a young man like you in my Renzi Altar?"

"Bring me some medicine!"

"After you kill the Japanese devils today, I, Xu Lao San, will make you my fifth senior brother! With such martial arts skills, it would be a pity to be just a skin!"

On Xu Laosan's arm, a large piece of bloody flesh was turned over. It was unknown when the shrapnel had torn it apart.

Ji Ran's identity is that of a skin-picker.

The so-called Pihang is the Pimen trade among the eight gates of Ming Dynasty, namely "Golden Pi Cai Gua, Ping Tuan Diao Liu", commonly known as Pimen Tiaojianghan.

Simply put, they are people who sell medicine in the market, most of whom sell fake medicines or some unconventional prescriptions.

After hearing what the man said, Ji Ran groped in his pockets and pulled out two porcelain bottles. They were small, with large bellies and small necks, about the height of a thumb. They had small wooden stoppers wrapped in red cloth.

【Power Pills】

Effect: The golden spear will not fall for three sticks of incense.

Disadvantage: Getting shorter and shorter.

【Men-pleasing drugs】

Effect: Everyone looks like a beauty. Disadvantage: No distinction is made between species.

What the hell is this...

Ji Ran threw the porcelain bottle into the bag and took out another one.

【Golden Wound Medicine】

Effect: Slowly recover from injuries.

Disadvantages: Diarrhea for three nights.

"Give."

Xu Laosan took the medicine, looked at the label, threw away the cork, and poured it all over the wound.

"Half a copper coin?"

"Yes."

He tore off a piece of cloth and twirled it around randomly, laughing loudly and saying, "I'm going out without money, so I'm buying on credit."

Xu Laosan took off the talisman on his forehead, stuffed it into Ji Ran's arms, and said, "I'll give it to you. This thing is close to your body and is invulnerable to swords and guns."

"Good man! Don't die here."

"many……"

puff-

Before Ji Ran could utter the word "thank you", a stream of hot red liquid instantly splashed onto his upper body!
An exquisite carbine was thrown from a distance and directly pierced Xu Laosan's face!
The conical spear tip in front tore off his facial features and nailed him to the ground at an angle!

The slightly twitching body looked like a fish whose head had just been chopped off.

Ji Ran turned around.

More than twenty cavalrymen were charging recklessly from behind the artillery formation!

They had rifles slung across their bodies, but they did not use them.

The sabers they held had thick backs and broad blades with oak leaf-shaped tips. Deep arc grooves were carved into the blades, creating a graceful yet fierce arc, and copper-clad handles shaped like eagle heads.

Cossack Cavalry

Level: Level 1.

Skills: Arc Blade Technique: Utilizes the arc of gravity to chop and slash, extremely powerful in horseback combat. Any part of the blade can be used as a killing weapon! They can pierce the enemy's heart or smash the enemy's skull with the lead-filled handle!
Skills: Horsemanship: Every Cossack cavalryman is a top horseman. Even the generals of the empire cannot make them dismount and fight on foot.

Skill: Savagery: The eagles of the Don River basin will not be intimidated by battle losses. As the first cavalry of the East European steppes, their savagery is as untamable as their strength.

……

"Kill the devil!"

"The red-haired ghost attacked!"

The position here is far away from the front-line Yihehui's broadsword team! Almost all of them are the Tanhui's artillery and logistics boxers.

An old man who was staggering as he walked, dragging a big knife that he couldn't even lift, with a red turban on his head, roared and chopped at the horse's legs!

But before he could get close, he was picked up by a Cossack cavalryman's spear and thrown out with one hand, and fell into the mud like a piece of rag!

"Master!!"

A boy of about eleven or twelve years old rushed to the old man and shook him. Without even wiping his tears, he raised a steel knife that was longer than his body!

This kid, like the old man, was from a poor family. He was only wearing a coat, with his legs bare and his balls hanging, but he actually rushed towards the cavalry while roaring!
"Kill the red-haired ghost!!"

Grandpa fell and the grandson took over.

In the drizzle, the knight on the tall horse just looked at him coldly with his deep blue eyes, and then threw out the lance in his hand!

bass!
The slender carbine with a huge conical brass spear head tore through the rain and fog like a ferocious yellow dragon!

Bang! ! !
The sharp tip of the gun only pierced the boy's forehead, and a drop of blood slowly seeped out.

A big hand with throbbing veins, as if made of iron, tightly grasped the slender barrel of the carbine!

This scene made the twenty or so knights all pause.

The law——

Da da da.

The sound of horse hooves was heard, and the Cossack cavalry seemed to have found an interesting toy. They all turned their horses' heads to face the muddy man wearing a tattered sweatshirt, a belt around his neck, and a pair of large shorts.

The Cossacks wore scarlet French coats, white breeches, and thick boots, and their chests were decorated with various medals.

Second Class Sword Saint Anne Medal, regimental emblem, and school emblem.

These exquisite merits, like their white shoulder armor, were washed spotlessly clean by rain and were invaluable.

Snapped!
Ji Ran slapped the talisman paper in his hand on the boy's forehead, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

His figure stood between the cavalry and the position, with the lance in his hand turned upside down.

"Do you know that he still owes me half a pound?"

Ji Ran looked up, and the rain slid down his stubble.

"Son of a bitch!"

(End of this chapter)