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

Chen Wen stopped looking at him.

Turning around, surrounded by a crowd, he stepped onto the bow of the main ship.

Huang Feihong and Yan Zhendong stood silently on his left and right sides.

The bow offers a wide field of vision.

The view of the pier below is fully visible.

On one side were foreign prisoners bound by ropes and forced to kneel on the ground, along with remnants of the Shahe Gang.

On one side were the rescued civilians, still shaken but out of danger.

And those bewildered and helpless yamen runners under guard.

Of course, there were also the militia fighters, their blood boiling with passion and filled with grief and indignation!

The flickering firelight illuminated every face, whether filled with fear, anger, excitement, or numbness.

Chen Wen's gaze slowly swept across the entire area, finally settling on a corner of the dock.

There lay quietly several members of the militia, as well as several rescued civilians who had been killed by stray bullets in the melee.

Their bodies had been covered with straw by their companions using sheets they had found.

Even Chen Wen, upon witnessing this scene, couldn't help but feel a ripple of emotion stir within his calm heart.

He paused for a moment before speaking:

"Our comrades have also fallen. And there are innocent villagers... I feel terrible."

A militia member with an injured arm, which was in a sling, suddenly stepped forward.

His body was also wrapped in bandages, but his eyes were unusually bright as he shouted:

"Boss! You shouldn't be sad!"

"We used to be soulless remnants of the Black Flag Army, living corpses just going through the motions!"

"We didn't know why we lived, or when we would die of frustration! But tonight! We know why we must stand up! And we have stood up!"

"It's to save our compatriots! It's to cut down the foreign dogs and government lackeys who oppress us!"

"The brothers who died did not die in vain! They died saving their compatriots and resisting the Qing dynasty and foreign powers!"

"It's an honor!"

"Yes! Worth it!"

"A worthy death!"

"This life has been worthwhile!"

More militia members joined in the shouting, their voices filled not with sadness, but with almost fanatical excitement and a sense of liberation and glory.

They are not afraid of dying, but they are afraid of dying in a humiliating and unjust way.

They had seen hope when they followed Liu Yongfu, but they lost it later.

Tonight, they caught it again!

Chen Wen listened to the thunderous shouts and looked at the excited faces illuminated by the firelight.

He stood there stunned for a long time before letting out a long sigh.

He forcibly suppressed the surging emotions.

What he needs is not sentimentality, but strength.

"Well said!" Chen Wen's voice rang out again, now calm as usual, but even more firm and powerful than before.

"Our comrades have sacrificed their lives, but their blood will not have been shed in vain! Their deaths have shown us the way and awakened many more! Now—bring them up!"

Ling Yunkai kicked Admiral Fucha out.

This guy was still willing to say a few harsh words a moment ago, but now he seems to have realized something, and his legs have already gone weak, and he is trembling all over.

As a result, Ling Yunkai had to work with two militiamen to drag him onto the bow of the boat.

Stand in front of a huge white cloth that has been laid out beforehand.

"Help! I was wrong, please spare me... You're rebelling, aren't you? I'll rebel with you..."

When Admiral Fucha saw the white cloth in front of him, he completely broke down, wailing and begging for mercy incessantly, his words incoherent.

Chen Wen didn't even look at him, but stepped forward and faced the crowd below.

His voice suddenly rose, filled with barely suppressed anger and sorrow, each word like iron:

"Kill the old feudal landlords, corrupt officials of the Qing court! Clinging to outdated rules, holding positions without doing any work! Slavishly flattering foreigners and deceiving the people, rotting China!" He suddenly waved his hand, pointing at the limp Fucha Admiral.

"This blood is a sacrifice for my people!"

Lin Shirong had been waiting nearby, his eyes wide with rage, and his broadsword came crashing down!

"Kill the Manchurian dogs, slave owners!"

puff!

A flash of cold light, and a head rolled off.

Hot blood splattered onto the white cloth like a fountain.

A large, striking crimson red quickly spread out!

"what!"

On the dock, the rescued people let out terrified gasps, and many closed their eyes or turned their heads away in fear.

The constables also stirred, their faces turning pale.

They may hate the admiral, but witnessing a high-ranking official of the imperial court beheaded in public was far more shocking than they could have imagined.

Upon seeing this, Yan Zhendong frowned slightly, not quite satisfied with everyone's reaction.

Chen Wen shook his head slightly and said in a low voice:

"Master Yan, don't blame them. After being enslaved for so long, they've been enslaved both physically and mentally. It's normal for them to react this way."

"We're just getting up first, there's no need for this. What we should be doing is helping them, one by one, to get up!"

Huang Feihong and Yan Zhendong were both taken aback by these words, and seemed to be deep in thought.

Chen Wen waved again.

"Next!"

Toothpick Sue and another strong man from the militia dragged the two foreign captains, whose arms and legs had been broken, to the white cloth stained with blood.

The two men had long lost their captain's authority and could only plead and threaten in tearful voices mixed with English:

"No! Don't kill me! My country will not let you get away with this! Warships! We will send more warships! We will bomb your country to pieces!"

Chen Wen simply stared at them coldly, as if they were two ants:

"This country has been shattered countless times by your warships and treaties. And this country still has me!"

"I can kill you, and I can kill your queen too!"

"And us too!" The militia members roared in unison from below the ship, their voices shaking the heavens!

Chen Wen stopped wasting words and loudly declared:

"Slay the foreign barbarians! Foreign invaders have invaded our China, bullying the weak and plundering our wealth, slaughtering our people!"

"This blood is a sacrifice to our land!"

Lin Shirong and another militia member wielding a knife stepped forward simultaneously, and the blades flashed again!

"Kill the foreign enemy!"

Two blond heads rolled off, and more blood splattered onto the white cloth, mixing with the previous bloodstains in a horrifying sight.

"kill!"

Almost simultaneously, a short, angry shout and the sound of sharp blades cutting through the air came from below the dock!

The militia men guarding the prisoners swiftly and decisively executed all the bound foreign sailors and soldiers!

In an instant, heads rolled down the dock, and the stench of blood filled the air.

The rescued people were trembling with fear, huddled together, and many had collapsed to the ground.

Followed by.

Liang Kuan brought Qiu Ba, the leader of the Shahe Gang, to the blood-stained cloth at the bow of the boat.

Qiu Ba was terrified and could only cry and swear that he would never dare to do it again.

Chen Wen didn't even bother to look at him, his eyes filled with deep disgust, and he directly pronounced his verdict:

"Kill the traitors and collaborators! They betrayed their ancestors, forgot their roots, recognized the enemy as their fathers, wreaked havoc on their hometowns, and harmed their compatriots!"

"This blood is a sacrifice to my ancestors!"

Lin Shirong, who was already bloodthirsty, did not hesitate when he heard this and stepped forward to strike!

"Kill the traitors!"

Qiu Ba's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt as his head was severed from his body, and the filthy blood added a dark red hue to the white cloth.

On the dock, the militia guarding the Shahe gang members erupted once again with synchronized roars and the sound of blades slashing!

"kill!"

The remaining members of the Shahe Gang were also beheaded one by one, completely wiped out.

Triple kill complete!

The white cloth at the bow of the boat was stained red with blood and fluttered slightly in the river breeze, the strong smell of blood permeating the air.