Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

The members of the militia, along with Yan Zhendong, were all furious.

The imperial court? These are the officials of the imperial court!

They are obsequious to foreign powers, but domineering and arrogant to their own people!

These are the very officials they have always knelt before!

This is an absolute disgrace!

Chen Wen couldn't help but shake his head repeatedly when he saw this scene.

Although he was mentally prepared, the mites' behavior still repeatedly pushed the boundaries.

Fortunately, he never harbored any illusions about these people.

"They're too scared to go in, so let's give them a hand!"

"Everyone, get ready."

As Chen Wen spoke, he pulled out a finely crafted Browning pistol from his pocket.

The local militia members had never seen such a small and beautiful firearm before.

They all cast curious glances their way.

Lin Shirong handed over a long-handled musket and whispered:

"Boss, this short gun doesn't shoot very far, does it? How about we get this one?"

Chen Wen raised the Browning in his hand and smiled slightly:

"No need, mine works better than yours."

This gun was obtained from a gang leader in the world of "The Big Boss".

He was considered an old-fashioned figure in his time.

But in this era, this is undoubtedly a top-notch gun.

Without further thought, his eyes sharpened, and he steadily raised his arm, aiming it at the foreign gang leader at the entrance of the concession who was shouting the loudest and brandishing a rifle.

boom!

A gunshot shattered the evening's tranquility.

The foreign leader fell to the ground with a thud, a bloody hole appearing on his forehead.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence!

"Enemy attack!"

The foreign sailors and soldiers inside and outside the concession were immediately thrown into chaos, screaming in panic.

"Who?! Who fired the shot?!"

Admiral Fucha was also startled. He turned around and cursed in a mixture of shock and anger. His first thought was that one of his hotheads had gone off the rails or gone mad.

But they immediately realized something was wrong.

"Huh? Where's Wong Fei-hung? Where did that guy go?"

Huang Feihong, who had been following him the whole time, was nowhere to be found!

And then there was the sudden gunshot.

Suddenly, Fucha instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

But the current situation doesn't give him time to think things through carefully.

The foreigners were arrogant to begin with, and seeing their companions killed, they immediately pulled the trigger to retaliate.

Bang! Bang bang bang!

Gunshots rang out one after another, and bullets whizzed towards the constables.

The constables standing in front had no time to react and were knocked to the ground with screams, their blood instantly staining the ground red.

"Ah! Retreat... retreat quickly!"

Governor Fucha was terrified, his mind filled with nothing but the thought of escaping, and he turned to run away.

As soon as he turned around, he was kicked hard in the butt!

The kick was extremely powerful, causing his body to lunge forward uncontrollably.

"Ouch! Which assassin kicked me?!"

Governor Fucha was so dizzy from the fall that his official hat fell off, and he was so angry that he cursed loudly.

But the scene was chaotic with gunfire and shouts, and nobody paid any attention to him.

Just then.

Wong Fei-hung suddenly emerged from the crowd and shouted:

"Brothers! The Admiral himself is charging into battle! Follow him and charge in!"

Many panicked yamen runners had no idea what was happening.

They only saw Admiral Fucha charging ahead into the concession, and heard someone shouting, "Charge in!"

Before they could even react...

Boom!

A deafening roar came from the side and behind!

A flash of fire appeared, and a cannonball flew over the crowd and struck the wall of the concession!

That was just a simple wooden fence, which couldn't withstand the power of artillery at all.

A huge gap was blown open, and bits of wood and bamboo flew everywhere!

Immediately afterwards, figures appeared out of nowhere, rushing forward and shouting:

"Charge! Follow the Admiral and charge in! Kill those foreign devils!"

"The Admiral has ordered! Break through the concession! Anyone who retreats will be executed! Charge!"

Yan Zhendong, Lin Shirong, Liang Kuan, and others roared in unison.

The militiamen followed closely behind, their eyes bloodshot, their long-suppressed anger and fighting spirit erupting completely.

This time.

The constables had no choice at all. To be honest, they really wanted to run away, but there was actually a supervisory team hiding behind them.

Anyone who dares to flee will be treated as a deserter and executed on the spot!

How can we escape now?

Moreover, this group of "our own people" looked quite fierce, even bringing artillery.

The Admiral also took the lead and charged ahead...

It seems like we could try to put it together?

Someone shouted:

"Give it your all! Charge!"

The instinct to survive, the panic of being driven to the brink, and a sliver of bloodlust that has been stirred up.

The remaining constables, howling and shouting, charged chaotically toward the concession!

The foreigners in the concession were completely stunned.

They had no idea what was going on; all they saw was people from the Qing government office outside suddenly opening fire and killing people, followed by an explosion.

Then it rushed in like a tidal wave!

This was clearly a premeditated armed attack!

"Good heavens! The pig tails are attacking!"

"Hold the line! Fire! Stop them!"

The foreign officers and sailors screamed and hastily organized a counterattack.

Their equipment was indeed superior to that of the yamen runners, and their training was more organized. Relying on warehouses, houses, and remaining walls, their bullets were quite accurate.

The constables at the front were immediately shot and fell down.

But the situation was already out of control.

Chen Wen and his team had a clear objective and acted swiftly, specifically targeting the weak points in the foreigners' defenses and attacking their commanders.

The pistol was fast and accurate at close range, taking down two foreigners who were trying to organize a defensive line.

Yan Zhendong charged forward, crashing into the crowd, his fists and feet causing broken bones and tendons.

Lin Shirong and Liang Kuan were incredibly brave and fierce.

The militia members cooperated seamlessly, fighting in groups of three, providing cover for each other.

More importantly, there were too many yamen runners!

Although most of them were demoralized and panicked, the sheer number of them surging in caused immense chaos and panic.

The foreigners' firepower was dispersed, and the defensive line was breached in multiple places in an instant, leading to a sudden close-quarters battle.

Roars, screams, gunshots, the clash of swords, the crackling of houses ablaze...

The sound instantly reverberated throughout the entire dock concession.

The firelight and the night intertwined, reflecting a bloody melee.

Admiral Fucha lay on the ground, clutching his head, trembling amidst the shouts of battle.

Only one thought remained in my mind:

"It's over, it's all over..."

Deep within the concession.

The massive explosion and the intense gunfire had already alerted the foreigners inside.

The sailors and soldiers, without taking any more rest, hurriedly grabbed their weapons, rushed out disheveled, their faces full of surprise and uncertainty.

The Shahe Gang, who had just joined them, were also alarmed.

"W-What's going on? Is it thundering?" a thug asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

They were all just thugs; they couldn't understand any of the foreigners' gibberish.

They only heard bursts of gunfire and saw foreigners running around in all directions, but they had no idea what was happening.

"Shoot your head! It's guns and cannons! There's fighting outside!" Another person, listening intently, turned pale.

Qiu Ba was also alarmed and gathered his core subordinates together, listening to the increasingly clear shouts and screams outside.

He slapped a panicked underling on the head:

"What's the panic! This is foreign territory! Who dares to invade?!"