Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 424 Golden Bow and Silver Bullet
"Matsumoto-kun, I didn't find anything here, how about you?"

"No, that's not right. There is still some."

"What? Oh, it's the Chinese who crossed the river. They look like a group of ants on fire, haha."

"Yes, Matsumoto-kun, you are right. They are like a group of ants running around on fire. We are their heavenly fire! Hahaha!"

"All of you keep quiet. We are here on a mission. Please conduct a thorough investigation."

"Captain, I don't understand why the headquarters has repeatedly forbidden us from carrying out bombing missions in the city. The Chinese army has no air force, no anti-aircraft weapons, and even their navy has been annihilated by us. What is there to be afraid of?"

"Idiot! Aren't anti-aircraft weapons and airplanes the only weapons that can carry out air attacks in this world? Are you new here? Why didn't anyone tell him why?!"

"Captain, we told Takeshita-kun, but he didn't believe it. He also didn't think there was anyone in the world who could fly and turn into a giant bird."

"Tsk, Takeshita Yuichi, you don't need to ask why, and you don't need to believe it or not. You just need to follow orders, do you understand?"

"Hi Yi!"

"Speak louder! You want to fly an empire fighter plane even if you're so quiet?"

“Hi!!”

"Very good, very energetic. Now continue the investigation and focus on searching the area where the unknown radio station may be hiding."

"Hi Yi!"

A flight squadron of the Joint Aviation Group sent by the old Imperial Navy was currently hovering over the Jiangbei area, carrying out reconnaissance missions while also communicating via airborne radio.

Normally such a flight squadron would consist of 9-12 fighter planes. In view of the fact that the Kuomintang government had basically no defenses in Jiangbei, there were only nine planes carrying out the reconnaissance mission this time. They were hovering at low altitude and conducting reconnaissance, and did not encounter any decent firepower attack.

It is precisely because of this that these Japanese pilots were so relaxed and chatted over the radio.

Moreover, they also discovered the strategic value of the Jiangbei region.

"Stupid Chinese government, stupid Chinese army, they didn't even deploy defenses here. It looks like once the fleet clears the Chinese navy that sank in the river, we can march straight in."

"Yes, such a country is actually governed by such a stupid and incompetent government and army. They don't deserve to own such a vast land and citizens. It should belong to our Great Japanese Empire and the territory of the Emperor."

"Captain, we still haven't found the area where the unknown radio station may be hiding. Should we return?"

"No, I can't explain this to the headquarters."

"Captain, I have an idea."

"Takeshita? You say."

"The unknown radio station is hidden here, which means that the Chinese troops stationed here don't know about it. However, so many Chinese people crossed the river and did not go to find the Chinese troops stationed here. Obviously, someone among them must know who the unknown radio station belongs to and is here to pick them up."

"You mean to say that by attacking those Chinese, the target who controls the unknown radio station will be exposed?"

"Yes, Captain, this is a good idea."

On the other end of the radio, the captain of the flight team was silent, and the Japanese naval pilot named Takeshita also wanted to make progress, so he struck while the iron was hot.

"Captain, I know what you are worried about. I am new here, and I don't know what you have encountered before. Even if there is such a person who can fly and turn into a big bird to shoot down the plane, the other party has not launched an attack on us since we carried out the reconnaissance mission, because we did not bomb the city.

This is a tacit understanding between the two of us. Now that we are carrying out our mission in Jiangbei, what reason does he have to intervene? Isn't there enough for him to do in the city? Even if he intervenes, we are only carrying out a reconnaissance mission. Once we confirm the approximate hiding area of ​​the unknown radio station, we can leave. Can he still catch up with us?"

Takeshita's words were very convincing. At least the other people in the same flying team had already begun to get restless and were echoing Takeshita's words.

The team members' agreement was also responded to by the flight team captain.

"Takeshita, you are very smart~"

"That's also because of your good leadership, Captain."

With approval, the nine enemy planes of the flight team that came to perform the reconnaissance mission also changed direction in the air and locked their targets on the civilians who landed in the coastal area of ​​Jiangbei and left the city via small sampans.

The sounds of the propellers and engines were like the whispers of death in their ears. The people who were still rejoicing that they had finally escaped also saw the black spot in the sky approaching them, and they were immediately frightened to death.

"Japanese, Japanese planes are coming! Everyone, run!!!"

"Fellow villagers, run to the reeds and the woods! Quick! Everyone else, prepare to fight!!"

Seeing the Japanese enemy planes approaching, the boatmen who were already in disguise immediately took off their disguises, divided themselves into two groups, and, relying on the talismans of the powerful warriors drawn by disciples of Longhu Mountain and Maoshan and hanging on their bodies, they took as many as they could and ran towards the reed marshes and woods at the fastest speed.

A group of people took out the guns placed in the sampan, used the sampan as cover, and shot at the enemy planes attacking from the air, trying to attract their attention.

It’s a pity that the weapons in their hands were too outdated. The bolt-fire rifles and a few light machine guns could not provide much resistance against the incoming enemy planes.

There was no way the enemy would give them the opportunity to enter their maximum range, so the mounted machine guns began to spew flames, accompanied by the triumphant and arrogant laughter of the Japanese pilots.

Bullets poured down, creating bloody flowers on the mudflats, river surfaces, and woodlands they passed by, and even dozens of sampans were destroyed.

Nine enemy planes roared past at low altitude, leaving behind only corpses on the river surface, mudflats and woodlands, as well as panicked civilians who didn't know where to run.

"Haha, everyone, do you see the appearance of these Chinese people? Just like I said, they are just a group of ants!"

"Captain, Takeshita's guess is correct. These boatmen are actually Chinese troops in disguise."

"Very good, Takeshita-kun. I will personally write a commendation report for you when I return. Now, let's do it again."

"Hi!"

The Japanese air force turned around in the air and attacked the frightened people below again.

With both hands on the trigger button of the machine gun mounted on the plane, once it came into effective range, it would once again launch inhumane and indiscriminate ground-strike attacks on the civilians below.

"boom!"

Just when they thought they could have another good time, a brief blue light flashed by, leaving a residual visual field in their vision, and then they heard an explosion coming from their squadron.

Following the sound, they saw a wingman plane in the middle of their squadron with its cockpit shattered, black smoke billowing, and the pilot's life or death unknown.

The plane also lost control and plunged headfirst downwards, exploding into a ball.

"Matsumoto-kun?! Captain!"

Seeing their colleagues being shot down by an unknown attack, the radio suddenly became chaotic. Those who had had a similar experience immediately dispersed their formation and began to look for objects that looked like Wang Yi.

"No, I didn't notice it!"

"I didn't see anyone on our plane, was it him?!"

"No! This is not his way of attacking! Did anyone of you see what knocked Matsumoto down just now?"

"Didn't you see the Chinese army? The Chinese army stationed here has anti-aircraft weapons?!"

"Have you seen the Chinese army's movements? Just say it right there!"

The radio was in chaos, but Takeshita Yuichi, who encouraged his colleagues to indiscriminately shoot at the civilians on the ground, did not understand the situation at all. At this time, he was still thinking about the warning given to him by his teammates before he joined the team. He did not believe it at all, and listened to the voice of his teammates on the radio at this time. He was even more unconvinced, so he left the team and dived towards the civilians who were taking refuge below again.

"I don't believe it. It's impossible for anyone to fly. The Chinese army doesn't have anti-aircraft weapons. I don't believe it. I don't believe it!"

As he maneuvered the plane into effective shooting range, he saw it too.

He saw a figure standing on the top of a big tree in the hilly forest not far away, looking at him.

He made a movement towards himself as if drawing a bow and arrow, and before he could see clearly, a blue light hit him in the face.

He saw clearly that it was a fist-sized ball of lightning.

He saw clearly that it was a Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe with fluttering sleeves, with no expression on his face except pure murderous intent.

Beside him, there was a little bit of golden light dissipating

Then, the porthole shattered, and scorching heat and lightning began to roam in his cockpit, destroying everything, and he could only issue a final warning to his colleagues.

“People! People! People!”

boom!
Standing on the top of a big tree, Zhang Zhiwei watched indifferently as another enemy plane crashed not far from him, unmoved.

After receiving the last warning from their companion before his death, the remaining seven enemy planes became frightened and wanted to return.

"Are you leaving now? You all should stay."

Zhang Zhiwei raised his right hand and made a string-pulling motion.

As he did this, a three-meter-long bowstring condensed from the Golden Light Mantra appeared on Zhang Zhiwei's right hand.

In Zhang Zhiwei's left hand, thunder magic surged, and seven thunder balls as big as human heads floated up out of thin air and attached to the bowstrings transformed from golden light.

Facing these seven enemy planes that had become black spots, Zhang Zhiwei spoke lightly.

"go with!"

As soon as he loosened his right hand, the seven thunder balls turned into a trail of afterimages, leaving a slight smell of burning in the air, and then disappeared into the sky.

A few seconds later, Zhang Zhiwei saw four enemy planes descending with black smoke. Although the remaining three were also hit, they still maintained a low-altitude flight and slowly fell towards the distance in an forced landing.

"Tsk, it seems I was too careless. This 30% of my true energy is really not enough, but this trick is really okay. Forget it, let's ignore those three things for now and deal with them later."

Zhang Zhiwei, who was a little annoyed that he didn't take them all down directly, cursed, climbed down the tree, and then rushed to the place where the people who had escaped the disaster were.

After proving his identity to the leader of the boatmen, he asked him to send people to search for the plane that he had just shot down into the woods to see if they could find anything useful.

You know what, it was an unexpected gain.

"Special Commissioner, this Japs is still alive. We have this thing, and it seems to work, but it makes a hissing sound. I don't know what it is."

"This thing is called a radio, and it's similar to our telegraph radio."

"So heavy? So big?"

"Yes, and you don't have to work as hard as us telegraph operators to send messages. With this thing, you can communicate with other guys holding this thing over thousands of miles."

"What a good thing."

Over the years, Zhang Zhiwei has gained a lot of experience and knows how to use simple and easy-to-understand words to let the soldiers understand the specific functions of these things. He touched the head of the young soldier who was reluctant to let go of the seized radio, and then continued.

"Come on, take this thing back with this Japanese devil. Be careful, just keep him alive. I'll ask him if there are any usable guns or cannons on the plane. Take them away too. Even if you don't need them later, you can use them now for emergencies."

"Yes! Then what are you doing, Special Envoy?"

"I have to do the autopsy. They killed so many of our fellow villagers. What if they all ran away?"

"Yes, but it's a mystery. The Japanese plane was flying well, how could it fall down? We don't have any artillery here."

"You can think about this problem slowly when you get back. Now it's time to save lives, deal with the aftermath, and take away what needs to be taken away. I'll be back soon."

Without further explanation on this issue, Zhang Zhiwei, after finishing his instructions, followed the direction in which the enemy plane crashed and chased after it.

After chasing for a while, Zhang Zhiwei stopped because he had seen four crashed and burning enemy planes. There was no need to see how mature the people inside were. On the riverside, a dozen old men about the same age as his master, Tianshi Zhang Jingqing, were watching the flowing river on the shore. The three Japanese pilots who were forced to make an emergency landing were lying on the ground unconscious. Although they were injured, they were still alive.

Seeing that his new method resulted in five kills and four injuries on his first try, Zhang Zhiwei showed a rare look of dissatisfaction on his face.

But just because he felt unhappy didn't mean that the seniors who were waiting for Zhang Zhiwei here felt unhappy.

"Golden light is the bow, and thunder magic is the bullet. What a great move! It can use the thunder magic and golden light spell that have been passed down in the Tianshi Mansion for thousands of years to perform such a variety of tricks, and it is so powerful. No wonder after you made such a decision, the Tianshi only expelled you from the Tianshi Mansion and did not take away any of your tricks. The young are really formidable."

"Old woman, I've already told you that we old guys can just watch from the sidelines. That young man from the Wang family can make those guys from the East so worried. Can the people from the Tianshi Mansion be worse than that young man from the Wang family?"

"Yes, yes, you are far-sighted. We just need to help the young people. But it is a good idea to go on this long journey. I didn't expect to see so many old friends here. It is so lively walking on the road."

"Qi Men Dun Jia? It's been so many years, and I still see you two husband and wife. You come out at this time. How come the Qi Men Dun Jia has been passed down?"

"Yes, it has been passed down. If it hadn't been passed down, we old couple wouldn't have dared to come out. As for you, all three Zhuge families are here now. This situation is not common. I didn't see it when I was young, but I actually saw it at this age. It's really strange."

"These days, Quan Xing can use the Jingnan Incident as an excuse to be chivalrous and righteous. It's not surprising that the three Zhuge families have joined forces. It's rare to see something strange."

Listening to the dozen or so old men and women bickering on the shore, Zhang Zhiwei didn't know whether to stand there or say hello.

He knew these two masters of Qi Men Dun Jia. He had met them when he went to Beijing to find Wang Yi. He knew at that time that their level was not bad.

I have also heard my master talk about the methods of these two people. They are good at making all the calculations in Dunjia and grasping the changes in Qimen, and they are good at striking back after being attacked.

Use Dunjia to calculate all the changes in the center palace of the formation, and use Qimen to cover up and transfer. Even if the opponent is a sorcerer, if he occupies the center palace first, he will be transferred by Qimen's technique and fall into an unlucky position, allowing Qimen Dunjia to control him.

On the other side are naturally the three Zhuge families that inherited from Zhuge Wuhou, the greatest extraordinary sorcerer who lived thousands of years ago. There is the Langya Zhuge, the ancestral lineage of Zhuge Wuhou, the Shuzhong Zhuge, who are descendants of Zhuge Wuhou and the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Zhuge, who are the descendants of Zhuge Wuhou's brother.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't recognize any of these people here, but since they appeared here at this time and helped him tie up the three Japanese pilots and waited for him, Zhang Zhiwei naturally guessed the reason why this group of old sorcerers appeared here.

He cleared his throat, quickly put on an attitude, and bowed to all the seniors.

"The younger generation, Zhang Zhiwei, would like to thank all the seniors for helping me to make a living for the people."

"Hey, little Taoist priest, this hat is really high for us old guys. Why don't you blame us old guys for taking the initiative and stealing your limelight?"

"That's impossible. If these Japanese escaped and informed us, it would be a disaster. I can't thank you all in time. It's no wonder."

"Oh, you know how to talk. Now the Heavenly Master can rest easy. When he passes away one day, nothing will go wrong when the Heavenly Master's Mansion is handed over to you.

Well, young man, there is no need for red tape. We old guys are waiting for you here. With your intelligence, you have guessed the reason. We old guys are here only to save the people, not for positions. Let's discuss it here and settle the matter, okay? Can you make the decision?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked up and saw these old seniors who should have been enjoying their grandchildren and retirement at home looking at him with smiles. He also sighed and then bowed deeply to these old seniors.

"Zhang Zhiwei thanks all the seniors on behalf of the millions of people in the city!"

(End of this chapter)