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Chapter 69 I can’t swallow this breath
The carriage where Chen Zhan had been standing was instantly blasted apart, releasing a scorching shockwave. A strong sense of oppression and destructive power surged forth along with countless pieces of train debris.

Chen Zhan wrapped one arm around Ye Ningzhen's waist and jumped several feet away.

One more step, with the strides of a dragon and the gait of a tiger!

Its speed was faster than the heat wave behind it, and it rushed forward another dozen feet to stabilize its body.

Chen Zhan thought to himself, "Damn, what kind of bandits have cannons!"

Dust and smoke billowed up, and flames shot into the sky.

"Pah, pah, pah! Liaoning-made heavy howitzers! These aren't ordinary robbers; there might be some dignitaries on board!"

Ye Ningzhen exhaled smoke and dust beside Chen Zhan. The two of them were lying on the ground without serious injuries, but they were covered in dust and their fur coats were torn by the shards.

"You know that?" Chen Zhan asked incredulously.

"Yes, I remembered it after seeing it in the South." Ye Ningzhen didn't find anything strange about it. She knew all kinds of firearms like the back of her hand, and she had just heard this kind of cannon before. It had a very unique sound that she couldn't forget.

"This kind of weapon could never be possessed by bandits or brigands!" Ye Ningzhen emphasized again, her heart filled with coldness.

The use of such weapons indicates a desire for large-scale casualties, not for kidnapping or abduction.

Regardless of whether the two are implicated or not, they are both in danger.

Chen Zhan thought for a moment and realized that it had only been a little over a year since the "Huanggutun Incident" in 1928, and there was a lesson to be learned from the past.

Is Japan trying to repeat what happened last year?

The warlord Zhang was disobedient and outwardly loyal, so he was bombed to death. Therefore, there were probably high-ranking generals of the Northeast Army or important figures of the Nationalist government on this train.

"What do you want to do?" Ye Ningzhen was now completely at Chen Zhan's beck and call. She had no gun, and her martial arts skills were completely useless in this situation.

Chen Zhan wrapped Ye Ningzhen up, turned around, and disappeared into the bushes on the side.

We're more than 100 meters from the train now, so it's a bit safer.

"Look again."

The two can now disappear into the jungle and run uphill in the opposite direction, and most likely no one will chase them.

But Chen Zhan couldn't swallow this insult.

The other party is most likely Japanese, or at least a Japanese-backed force. In Northeast China, only the Japanese dare to fight against the Fengtian clique's Northeast Army.

Having just reached the Transformation Realm, he fled in a sorry state without even seeing the person.
What's the point of practicing martial arts then!

Ye Ningzhen glanced at Chen Zhan's expression and roughly understood what he was thinking.

The train over there suffered a mishap. The shot just now probably missed its mark, heading straight for the first-class carriage, but accidentally hitting Chen Zhan's carriage instead.

Everyone in that carriage, except for the two people, was wiped out.

The cries of agony were incessant.

After another salvo, Chen Zhan heard the 'click-click' sound again, now knowing that it was the ammunition being loaded.

"Get down!"

Chen Zhan said in a low voice.

"Boom——!"

It wasn't a sharp, crisp sound, but rather a dull, rumbling noise like a thunderclap exploding in your ears. It was a low-frequency vibration that would make an ordinary person's jaw chatter and their bones feel loose if they got too close.

At this distance, both Chen Zhan and Ye Ningzhen could sense it.

The shockwave, carrying debris and shrapnel, swept outwards, destroying an area within tens of meters of the first carriage and producing a crackling sound.

However, most people in the carriages had already evacuated during the last bombardment, but they didn't have time to get far enough away. There were casualties, but not serious ones.

The shockwave knocked over more than a dozen people.

Chen Zhan looked around and saw that the people dressed in suits, Zhongshan suits, long robes and mandarin jackets, cheongsams, and Western-style dresses were all celebrities, nobles, political figures, high-ranking officials, and their families.

They were in a terrible state, mostly lying on the ground, their blood and dirt mingling with their bodies, and most of them were in a daze.

Several men in military uniforms quickly stood up and took charge of the scene, appearing relatively calm.

The families and powerful clans were ordered to retreat in the opposite direction, and the train stopped to block the railway line.

Chen Zhan looked around, but didn't recognize any of them.

At this point, Chen Zhan had seen photos of those famous figures from the Northeast Army in later generations, but there shouldn't be any here. Even if there were, Chen Zhan had no intention of saving them.

He was too lazy to concern himself with the merits and demerits of the Northeast Army, leaving it to the world to judge; this was not something a martial artist should do.

Just kill those who deserve to die!

Another shot was fired in the darkness, but this one went way off course, hitting the opposite side of the hill and shattering several large rocks that fell with a rustling sound.

Seeing people evacuating from the shadows, someone finally appeared.

"Giddy up, giddy up!"

"Tap tap tap tap tap~"

The horses lined up and galloped quickly to the left and right, two long lines converging as they charged, firing as they went, showing absolutely no intention of negotiating.

Chen Zhan's gaze sharpened as he spotted the people on the horses in the distance.

Not Japanese.

The three leaders exuded a fierce aura.

The man in the middle is wearing a tiger-skin coat and has a braid, but it's not the Manchu-style gold-coin braid; instead, it's a thick braid that reaches his waist and flies wildly in the wind, making it very eye-catching from a distance.

There was a man on each side, both of whom were very fierce and conspicuous.

The man on the left is wearing a half-draped animal skin over his shoulder, and his half-baked shoulders and arms are covered with black dragon tattoos. He is riding a horse, and his movements are like a black dragon churning in the clouds.

He has a large bald head on his right hand, and wears a black cloak. A lifelike dragon is tattooed on his bald head, with the dragon's body encircling his entire head and its eyes flashing with his movements.

The three men charged straight at him, each with over a hundred men, one horse and one gun, flanking him from both sides while firing.

"Ah~! Ah!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me."

After several rounds of salvo and howitzer bombardment, the soldiers could no longer protect the passengers, and the passengers were not about to be slaughtered. They scattered and fled, and countless were shot dead.

Chen Zhan could also tell that these bandits weren't targeting the passengers, and they didn't chase after those who had fled into the mountains.

They simply surrounded the people coming out of the first-class train and shot the soldiers. The officers who were in command at the beginning still had some backbone and did not abandon their families and men to flee.

The two sides clashed. The Northeast Army was evenly matched in number, but dozens of its soldiers were killed by surprise attacks and artillery fire.

The bandits charged on horseback, firing a rapid-fire volley from their Type 38 rifles. The Northeast Army soldiers, relying on the train and with many passengers behind them, were also shot dead, with dozens more killed.

With only thirty-odd men left, their will to resist was weak, and the three officers could not stop them from surrendering no matter what they did.

They were quickly disarmed by the bandits.

The three baskets were filled with pistols and rifles.

The leader with the thick braid said to those behind him, "Take stock of how many brothers were injured."

After a quick count, he said, "Brother, there are still more than sixty left. More than fifty brothers have died. Damn, these soldiers are really accurate, especially that tall officer of yours."

Of the three officers, the middle-aged man was the tallest.

The tall, burly bandit with the thick braid stepped forward on his horse and asked, "Do you recognize me?"

The tall male officer stepped forward and said, "The three fierce dragons of western Liaoning are the leader, the Little White Dragon, and on the left and right should be the Big Black Dragon and the River-Crossing Dragon?"

"Oh, you have some knowledge. You know us brothers?"

"I know, I also know all about your three brothers' backgrounds and past, how you formed a bandit gang 17 years ago, killed your neighbors, attacked the county town, raped women, committed countless evils, and now you've surrendered to the Japanese!"

"Since you know it, you should also know that you can't escape this fate, right?"

The tall officer said, "Since you're Chinese, release your family and passengers."

Little White Dragon shook his head, his thick braid swinging: "No, the orders are: cut the weeds, nip them in the bud!"

The three officers looked ashen-faced. It was nothing unusual for soldiers to die on the battlefield, but this time they had brought their families with them to fulfill their duties.
Now that their guns have been confiscated, they have no way to resist anymore.

The tall officer looked worried, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark shadow flash past him, and he could barely make out the face.

High brow bone, flat nose, sunken cheekbones—a very ugly man.

What is he doing?
(End of this chapter)