Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 422 Magical power is no match for Tianshu

Time quietly came to the last day of November in the 26th year of the Republic of China.

Jinling, a thousand-year-old capital with a population of nearly one million, is now less popular.

The once bustling streets are now deserted, with every household closed, the streets deserted and the road surface a mess.

The garrison and city defense forces formed by the Jinling Training Corps, the 88th Division and the 87th Division, the elite troops of the Central Army that retreated after the Battle of Shanghai, and other elite troops were temporarily recruited to fill the organization and guard the various garrison areas.

Although they seemed to be ready for battle at any time, the defending troops had already lost their will to fight after the defeat in the Battle of Shanghai, and their morale was extremely low.

Looking around, this thousand-year-old capital, the famous capital of the previous dynasty, is now in a state of decay.

The dock, which temporarily became Wang Yi's one-man show, was still crowded with people, but because of Wang Yi's violent methods and the southern troops disguising themselves as Wang Yi's own people to maintain order, although it was chaotic, at least there were no problems such as trampling and armed fights.

Wang Yi also took some time to stay with the Quan Xing disciples hiding at the dock to calm them down.

After all, these guys all do things according to their mood. Before, they were able to do the chivalrous and righteous things that only the famous and upright people and the chivalrous men in the world would do because of what Wang Yi said. But now they may feel that they have done all the good things and have to do some bad things and make a big fuss. Then Wang Yi will have a headache.

It is impossible to kill them now. All they have done is to use their strength. So the only thing they can do is stay with them, pay close attention to their emotional trends, and try to fool them.

Judging from the time, the Japanese army will be here soon, only a day or two, and by then there will be plenty of places to release these guys and make some big trouble.

Just when everyone thought that today was just a quiet day before the war, a team quietly crossed the guard area of ​​the city garrison, entered the city, and ran towards the dock under the control of Wang Yi.

The first person to notice it was Wang Yi, followed by the old patriarch of the Wang family who didn't fit in among this group of Quan Xing disciples.

In terms of the amazing use of the family-inherited magic technique, the old patriarch of the Wang family is naturally much stronger than his own children, nephews, and grandchildren.

Obviously, the old patriarch of the Wang family also noticed that Wang Yi had noticed the movement just like himself. He looked at Wang Yi in surprise, and then saw Wang Yi winking at Master Jin Guang and Huang Yifa, two famous masters of Quanxing.

The two of them understood and immediately pulled aside the Quan Xing disciples who were still eating and drinking, and then Wang Yi saw this scene.

A group of colorful graffiti figures appeared in front of Wang Yi and others, moving horizontally on the wall, carrying large and small bags. Their movements were so smooth that Wang Yi thought he was looking at the works of Feng Zikai, the founder of modern Chinese cartoons.

"Old man, I have to correct you now. Your Wang family's magical painting method, which has been passed down for thousands of years, does indeed arouse my interest."

"Haha, young man, you have opened your eyes. My Wang family and Lu family have been able to pass down their skills for thousands of years and are known as one of the four famous families. Even though this family's skills cannot compare to those of Longhushan and Shaolin, the two major Buddhist and Taoist sects, they are not ordinary."

Seeing Wang Yi's expression and what he said at this time, the old patriarch of the Wang family also felt very pleased. No matter how brilliant you are like Zhang Zhiwei and dominate the contemporary world, your foundation is ultimately your weakness.

There are so many ways of dealing with people in this world. Even if you have a high level of life skills, you will always encounter some monsters with mechanisms you have never seen before, which will kill you on the first sight. Even if they can't beat you, they can still make you look miserable.

"You disobedient ones, I told you to stay at home! Why are you here at this critical moment?!"

After showing off in front of Wang Yi, the old patriarch of the Wang family also acted like an elder and scolded his nephews and nieces who were hiding in the world of paintings on the wall.

Then, a white light lit up on the wall, and these famous and righteous people from the northern alien circle who had been hiding in the two-dimensional painting world with the help of the Wang family's magic painting jumped out from the wall along with the strategic materials.

When they saw the Quanxing disciples gathered around Wang Yi, they did not take action immediately. Obviously, the incident in which Wang Yi, Zhang Zhiwei and Wu Gensheng caused a disturbance at the Luotian Grand Ceremony had spread throughout the circle. So many Quanxing disciples gathered here with Wang Yi just to step on the reputation of their famous and upright family and destroy their foothold.

"Spoof! These hypocrites have really good noses!"

"How could Bu Ling have fought with us for so many years? He must be afraid that we would dig up his roots. Boss Wang, how do we deal with this?"

"It all depends on your ability. If you want to step on someone's face and dig up their roots, how can you win without risking your life? Master Lu, and these fellow travelers, you have traveled all the way. Do you have any news to share with us?"

After replying to Quan Xing, Wang Yi bowed to the only familiar person among them, Young Master Lu Ren, and looked at the people Lu Ren brought with him.

Including Lu Ren, they are all considered good players. Even if they are placed in sects like Longhu Mountain and Sanyi Sect, they will be trained as the backbone force. There are nearly two hundred people here, whether they are from a large sect or a small sect, and they have all shown sincerity.

But there is only one person here who can put pressure on Wang Yi, and that is an old monk behind Lu Ren who is also looking at him.

Compared to the one he met when he sneaked into the resting place not long ago, the old monk in front of him was naturally inferior, but according to Wang Yi's own judgment, he was the kind of person who could fight with him for dozens of moves before being defeated.

"Boss Wang, at the request of Shopkeeper Liu, I brought these things to you, as well as some people. In addition, there is only one piece of bad news."

"I've seen it, Zizhong, why did you follow me here? Forget it, I'll talk to you later. Please let Master Lu know."

"Many, many people are coming this way."

"The Japanese army?"

"It's worse than this. Refugees. Lots and lots of refugees."

Before Wang Yi had the chance to scold Wang Zizhong who came here with Lu Ren and his group, he frowned when he heard Lu Ren say that a large number of refugees were rushing here.

Because he suddenly thought of a possibility that he dared not think about, especially from the expression on Lu Ren's face when he told the bad news, this possibility continued to magnify in Wang Yi's mind.

"Please take a rest, I'll be back soon."

Without caring about anything else, he asked the old patriarch of the Wang family and Master Jin Guang to watch here, and then he turned into a stream of golden light, escaped directly from the warehouse, and rushed towards the direction of the city gate.

The speed of the light allowed Wang Yi to reach above the city gate in just a few breaths. He was suspended in the air, his figure hidden. Wang Yi saw this scene.

Refugees. Looking around, countless refugees were pouring towards the city gate, pouring into this abandoned thousand-year-old capital.

Although refugees had been fleeing here since the failure of the Battle of Shanghai, there were not as many as what Wang Yi saw before him. The influx of these refugees made the guards at the city gates panic, and they didn't know whether to close the city gates or let them in.

Because when the guards at the city gate hesitated, Wang Yi had already heard this conversation.

"Mom? Why are you here?"

"Son, the Japanese have driven everyone out of our village. We have nowhere to go!"

There were more than one such scenes of family reunions, one after another, which directly brought the matter to a standstill here. The refugees took advantage of the hesitation of the guards at the city gate and swarmed into the city.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yi was unable to show up, and once again turned into a stream of golden light and ran towards other city gates.

As expected, all eleven city gates, including Zhonghua Gate, welcomed a wave of refugees, all rushing into the city.

In the time it took Wang Yi to look back and forth, the flood of refugees into the city had already caused a major riot. The garrison troops became almost a decoration and could only watch the chaos happening before their eyes unmoved. As long as the other side did not attack their garrison area, they would not come out.

Wang Yi fell from the sky at some point and stood on the chaotic street, looking at the refugees who filled the gap of nearly half of the population that had left in the past few days. He was shocked.

The appearance of these refugees almost made all the efforts he had made in the city in the past few days come to naught.

Everything he saw before his eyes turned into six big words and appeared in Wang Yi's mind.

"Supernatural power cannot defeat destiny?!"
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That night.

The city of Jinling, which had been thrown into chaos by the influx of a large number of refugees, is slowly returning to peace. It's not that the refugees don't want to make trouble, but that they don't have the energy to do so.

They were driven here by the Japanese army and were exhausted. They wanted to flee here to seek refuge from the government. However, the government had lost its grassroots control power, and because of the Japanese army's pressure, a large number of officials had already evacuated in advance. The Jinling government had long been an empty shell, and the officials who remained in the city were all trying to make money.

Especially Commissioner Yu, who had just been severely criticized by Wang Yi and had been thinking about cooking the books to fool his immediate superior, the chairman. But now, seeing the large number of refugees pouring into the city, his face was full of smiles.

With so many refugees coming in at once, as long as we slip a little bit of rice and food through our fingers, we can take away the last bit of belongings from these refugees and make them our own.

Did Wang Yi know? Of course he knew, but he couldn't take care of it now. When there were not so many refugees and poor people, he could still use killing methods to make Commissioner Yu behave for a while and do more things.

But now that so many refugees have poured into the city at once, even if he goes to Commissioner Yu's residence and kills all those officials from top to bottom, there will still be another group of humanoids coming up to fill the vacancy. Even if he takes the risk and goes to Qielu to control the biggest one's mind and make him open the warehouse to release the grain, it will be of no avail.

Because from top to bottom, including the garrison troops in the city, they are basically rotten. Occasionally there are one or two troops with conscience, and the role they play is better than nothing.

The current predicament can no longer be solved by killing.

What's more, Wang Yi now has no energy to deal with these human-like things.

He had to find all the forces in the city that could help him, whether Chinese or foreign, the more the better, so that he could save more people!

Xiaguan Wharf, as the territory that Wang Yi temporarily controls in the city by relying on his background and violence, is already crowded with people because it controls a wharf out of the city. The overcrowded wharf is now stretched to its limit.

Many people who had left the city were at the dock, bringing their families with them, sleeping on the ground wrapped in worn winter clothes. Hundreds of small sampans at the ferry were even equipped with oil lamps and were ferring people in the dark.

Outside the dock, shops along the street had been forcibly requisitioned, porridge stalls had been set up, and big pots were cooking.

The poor people gave the refugees who came to line up a bowl of multi-grain porridge that was as thin as it could be, and a worn-out cotton coat that smelled moldy and smelled bad, and asked them to huddle around the campfire in the makeshift sheds to keep warm.

Wang Zizhong, who came with Lu Ren, had not even had time to be scolded by Wang Yi before he carried the medicine box and brought a dozen righteous people to provide medical treatment to these poor people and refugees, without stopping at all.

But no matter how he tried to save them, how he prescribed medicine and gave them water, some refugees fell to the ground due to hunger and cold, before the medicine and relief food could reach their mouths, and became nameless corpses. He could only watch it all, powerless to do anything.

Although Wang Zizhong had seen all of this countless times in the few years he had been with Wang Yi, each time was a blow to Wang Zizhong, the successor of the medical profession.

Tears kept rolling in his eyes and his hands were shaking. Looking at yet another refugee falling down in front of him, Wang Zizhong could hardly control his emotions. At this moment, footsteps were heard.

"Brother, what should I do? There is not enough medicine!"

"Zi Zhong, don't cry, I'm trying to find a solution."

"What else can I do? There are so many people here. I really tried my best!"

"I know. I don't blame you. Just keep saving people. Everyone, follow me."

Accompanying a dozen righteous disciples including Lu Ren who had come to help, Wang Yi walked towards the city.

Because he knew that there was a group of international people in the city who were doing the same thing as him.

The International Committee for the Safety Zone, a humanitarian organization founded in November by John Rabe and 15 foreign missionaries, doctors, and businessmen, was established in the area between the fourth and fifth districts of the city.

The designated area is 3.86 square kilometers, covering more than 20 places including Jinling University.

The only thing they did was to take in refugees and the poor, and to use their advantage as foreigners to organize the distribution of food and medicine.

He personally supervised the distribution, striving to ensure that every refugee in the safe zone received at least one bowl of porridge every day.

That night, Mr. Rabe personally supervised the distribution of porridge to refugees entering the safe zone as usual. He also organized people to go to the city to ensure that as many refugees as possible who could not fit in the safe zone could get a bowl of porridge to fill their stomachs.

He was wearing an autumn coat that could barely keep out the cold wind, and he was standing on the street, greeting refugees in fluent Chinese to come over for porridge.

From time to time, he would blow warm air on his frozen hands to loosen them up, and then continue working.

At this moment, he also noticed that at the corner less than thirty meters away from him, there was a ferocious-looking patrolman waving a stick and cursing something.

Mr. Rabe followed the sound and heard a boy crying and holding his head under the stick wielded by the patrolman. He was wearing only a single piece of clothing and his ribs were visible from hunger.

"Do you know what this place is? Do you think you can come here? Do you want me to beat you to death?!"

"Boss, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now!"

"Hey! What are you doing!?"

Mr. Rabe, who witnessed all this, roared, stepped forward quickly, and snatched the stick from the patrolman.

When the patrolman saw his stick being taken away, he was about to get angry, but then he saw a foreigner staring at him fiercely, so he immediately nodded and bent down.

"Sir, I'm leaving now, leaving now..."

After the patrol was over, Mr. Rabe looked at the boy in front of him, was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran back to the porridge shop, got a bowl of thick hot porridge, and ran over regardless of the heat.

But when he returned to the place, the boy who had been curled up with his head in his hands and being beaten had disappeared.

When the night wind blew, Rabe shivered. Then he realized what was happening and ran out with his friend, carrying the bowl of hot porridge. In this kind of weather, a child like this would die!
After some searching, he found it, but he was too late.

He saw that in the alley, the boy who ran away was huddled up with a smaller figure, perhaps the boy's younger brother or sister.

In front of the pair of small figures, a dozen neatly dressed men were distributing buns to the refugees in the alley. One of the young men squatted down, put his hand in front of the noses of the pair of small figures, then stood up and picked up the pair of small figures, just in time to meet Rabe's eyes when he arrived.

Looking at the steaming hot porridge in Rabe's hand, Wang Yi shook his head slightly at him.

'Bang! '

The porcelain bowl fell to the ground and broke into pieces, and the hot porridge in it spilled all over the floor, attracting the refugees around him to rush over, lie at his feet, and soon lick the hot porridge off the floor.

Wang Yi carried the bodies of the brother and sister who had frozen to death and starved to death and walked up to Rabe who was standing there in a daze.

"Mr. John Rabe?"

"I am, who are you?"

"My name is Wang Yi, the only agent of the American Continental Group in China. I am doing the same thing as you now."

"I've heard of you, what do you want."

"I want you to help me."

"How can I help you?"

"Save people, save many, many people!"

(End of this chapter)