Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 439: Final Song
The shell fell and exploded on the small sandbar island in the middle of the river, which was only 0.1 square kilometers in size. There was an immediate loud noise, and a funnel-shaped crater with a diameter of about 3-4 meters and a depth of about 2 meters was dug at the impact point. The shock wave destroyed everything around it.

However, this was just the beginning. After the first shell fell, it enveloped Zhang Zhiwei and the twelve Japanese Shinto masters, Qian Jiaxuanyi, who were forced into a desperate situation by Zhang Zhiwei. Then came the second shell, the third shell, the fourth shell...

Some, like the first test shell, hit the sandbar directly, while others deviated from the target and fell directly into the water, causing huge waves.

Obviously, this is not a precision strike, but a tactical firepower coverage of the area.

As the smoke slowly dissipated, the sandbar in the middle of the river, formed by the accumulation of mud under the flow of water, completely changed its appearance under this round of firepower.

The terrain was obviously undulating, and the loose soil near the impact point was liquefied under the shock wave. Zhang Zhiwei, who was just about to kill his opponent with one blow, and the fourteen senior sorcerers who were relying on the sandbar in the middle of the river to maintain the Eight Diagrams, were also missing under this round of artillery tactics.

The time goes back to the time when Zhang Zhiwei transformed his magical powers into five clones and forced twelve Japanese Shinto masters including Senjia Xuanyi into a desperate situation.

While Zhang Zhiwei was preventing the twelve Japanese Shinto masters from breaking into the formation to carry out the decapitation operation, in order to cooperate with the Eight Diagrams presided over by Zhang Zhiwei, eight hundred soldiers led by Captain Jiang also boarded modified wooden and iron-clad boats and launched an attack on the stopped Third Fleet of the old Imperial Navy, the inland gunboat fleet specially designed for inland warfare, that is, the 11th Squadron.

Relying on the help of fourteen senior sorcerers who maintained the operation of the Eight Diagrams, although the troops led by Captain Jiang had no experience in water combat, with the help of the "walking on flat ground" buff given to them by the fourteen senior sorcerers, the boats they were riding on became mobile water platforms.

What Captain Jiang had to do was to rely on the mobility of the small water mobile platforms under his feet, cooperate with all the belongings they brought, and the convenience brought by the fog, to quietly enter the shooting blind spot of the main gunboats of this inland gunboat fleet, launch a surprise attack, and lure them to the invisible minefield formed by the power of the artillery shells when Zhang Zhiwei used the Eight Diagrams to devour the front of this gunboat fleet for exploratory shooting.

From the very beginning, neither Zhang Zhiwei nor Captain Jiang expected to replace the opposing steel fleet with just a few dozen simply modified wooden-clad iron boats. They just wanted to rely on the invisible mines formed by the shells fired from the front of the steel fleet to make the steel fleet lose power, unable to reach the designated waters and complete the encirclement.

The idea was good and the execution was flawless, but both Zhang Zhiwei and Commander Chiang made a fatal mistake: they had no real understanding of naval warfare or battles between navies.

I mistakenly thought that even though the gap in size between the two was too great, with the power of the formation, they would be able to produce some effect at all, so that this blocking battle could continue.

The tactics were executed without any mistakes. Relying on the help brought by the fog and the formation, Commander Jiang successfully led his troops to sneak silently under the enemy's gunboat, in the shooting blind spot that was out of reach of the main guns and machine guns. He also successfully used hand grenades to throw and the few mortars to launch the first wave of sneak attacks, attracting the enemy's attention.

But what happened next was beyond the control of Captain Jiang.

Yes, the main gun cannot hit you, and the anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft machine guns have blind spots and cannot aim at you, but the gunboat has not only the main and secondary weapons and anti-aircraft weapons, but also weapons specifically used for close defense and anti-submarine.

When the heavy machine guns mounted on both sides of the ship began to spit flames at the exposed fleet of Captain Jiang, the results of the first wave of sneak attacks launched by Captain Jiang were instantly wiped out.

The heavy machine guns fired indiscriminately, easily piercing the bodies of the soldiers on their own ship, tearing their limbs apart, leaving their bodies to fall powerlessly into the water, dyeing the river red.

However, the rifles and Czech light machine guns in the hands of Captain Jiang and his men were unable to penetrate the enemy's hull. The only few counterattacks caused splash damage, and the casualty ratio on both sides was not on the same level.

The reason why they were able to hold on was because Zhang Zhiwei had previously used golden light as a bow and thunder magic as bullets to shoot down the machine guns carried on several Japanese reconnaissance planes.

At that time, Zhang Zhiwei shot down a total of nine enemy planes, five of which were forced to land. After inspection, he also removed the machine guns on the belly of these five enemy planes and used them as heavy machine guns for emergency use.

Relying on the firepower provided by these heavy machine guns, Captain Jiang can still rely on his side's multiple targets and high mobility from time to time to launch a counterattack under the opponent's firepower suppression.

But this counterattack is about to fail.

There was no way to replenish the bullets, and the number of personnel and ships was getting smaller and smaller. They did not even have the qualifications to engage in boarding or boarding combat with the enemy. Even if they wanted to sacrifice their lives, it would be useless under the enemy's heavy firepower suppression. They only increased casualties and could not attract the enemy's pursuit.

In this situation, even Commander Jiang himself was in despair. He didn't know where to retreat, and he couldn't find any opportunity to hurt the enemy. They couldn't even cross the blockade of the two outer gunboats, rush into the enemy's interior, and launch a charge on the flagship Ataka, where the old Japanese devil Hasegawa Kiyoshi was stationed.

On the other hand, Hasegawa Kiyoshi, who was in charge of the flagship command room, was sitting on the Diaoyutai, completely ignoring the harassment brought by Captain Jiang and his men, because he knew very well that it was simply a fantasy to rely solely on a large number of wooden and iron ships to break through the fleet's escort.

Compared with this, he was more concerned about the decapitation operation carried out by Senjia Xuanyi and his group of Shinto masters. The observers on the lookout tower had been paying attention to the movements in the surrounding waters. As soon as they found anything, the main guns on the Ataka would fire immediately and cover the area with a wave of artillery fire.

At this moment, an unpleasant bird cry pierced through the fog, waking up Hasegawa Kiyoshi who was resting with his eyes closed. He also saw through the porthole the fleeting golden torch in the distant fog.

"Order! Test fire one round, two salvos!"

"Hi!"

Following Hasegawa Kiyoshi's order, the two 120mm naval guns on the Ataka also began to adjust their muzzles, and first fired a shell.

It cut through the air and exploded on the sandbar where Zhang Zhiwei was within two seconds of leaving the barrel. The sound and the fire were so obvious that Hasegawa Kiyoshi, who witnessed the test firing, was overjoyed. He did not expect the other party to be hiding so close.

Then came the two rounds of salvos mentioned at the beginning. Four shells were fired within two minutes and landed on the sandbar where Zhang Zhiwei was.

A sandbar of only 0.1 square kilometers was hit by two rounds of salvos. Although only one bullet missed and fell into the water, the remaining four bullets were enough to transform this sandbar, which was only the size of a community park, into a completely different appearance.

The noise of the explosion could be heard by Hasegawa Kiyoshi, and could also be heard by Captain Jiang who was trying his best to harass them.

At such a close distance, they could clearly feel the wind and waves caused by the shock wave, and the feedback that followed was that Captain Jiang could clearly feel that the speed of the ship carrying them had slowed down, which meant that regardless of whether the other party's two rounds of salvos hit Zhang Zhiwei or not, the power brought by the explosion had already affected the blessing of the Eight Diagrams on the ship under their feet.

He also noticed that the other fleet anchored on the river began to roar its engines.

"Zhang Zhiwei, is this also in your calculation?!"

Such a strange idea popped up in Commander Jiang's mind, but he also made the wisest decision a general could make at the moment.

"Retreat! They're moving! Everyone retreat!"

The retreat call was sounded twice, once long and once short. Commander Jiang led the remaining 200 men, all of whom were injured, and retreated towards the sandbar where Zhang Zhiwei was.

Hasegawa Kiyoshi didn't care about the attack and retreat of Commander Jiang's troops at all. He could clearly notice that the fog around him began to thinner and the water ahead could be vaguely seen, which showed that the two rounds of salvos just now did have an effect.

At this time, he no longer hesitated and directly ordered the fleet to give up the pursuit and advance at full speed.

The gunboat's engine roared, the anchor was raised, the whistle sounded, and it began to move forward slowly.
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On the sandbar, in the area hit by the first shell, Zhang Zhiwei's body was covered in mud, and on Zhang Zhiwei's body, Zhiwei Huang, Zhiwei Hong, Zhiwei Purple, Zhiwei Black, Zhiwei Silver, these five clones differentiated by Zhang Zhiwei's magical powers were pressing on Zhang Zhiwei like a stack of monks.

As Zhang Zhiwei's original body fell into a coma, they also lost control and were slowly returning to Zhang Zhiwei's body.

When the Zhiwei silver transformed by Yang Wu Lei returned to Zhang Zhiwei's body, the electric current also flowed through Zhang Zhiwei's body, causing him to shiver in his coma and waking him up from his coma.

The dirt covering his body was blown away, and Zhang Zhiwei sat up in shock. While taking a deep breath, he felt severe pain all over his body, including his meridians. The most obvious area was his middle dantian.

Looking down, Zhang Zhiwei saw a palm-sized shrapnel stuck in his middle dantian. Fortunately, his own life skills were superb and had reached the highest level. In addition, his five clones acted as sandbags like stacked monks, so he was not pierced through by the shrapnel.

He vomited out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably at this moment, and barely stood up. He pulled out the shrapnel, endured the severe pain in his meridians, tendons and bones, chanted the Golden Light Mantra, and simply treated the wound. After making sure that not a single part of his body was missing, Zhang Zhiwei looked at the sandbar that had been plowed by the shells.

The Qimen Imaging Method was put into operation, and the Eight Diagrams Formation with the sandbar under his feet as the base also appeared in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes. The overall structure was not broken and it could still be operated barely, but it no longer had the power it had before.

"Kill... Zhang Zhiwei, you forced me to do this. Kill you... kill you..."

Not far away, a voice came. Zhang Zhiwei saw Qian Jiaxuanyi, who only had the upper half of his body left. The strong vitality of the cultivator made him not die for a while, but he didn't look good either. Half of his body was burned, and he could barely look like a human. The remaining consciousness and eyes were full of hatred for Zhang Zhiwei who forced him to this point. "You are quite lucky. You were not blown to death like this. Ha, I thought that since I started practicing, I have never met an opponent. I didn't expect that the one who hurt me today was not a human, but a cannon. This trip to the gate of hell is really different from the past. Seniors, are you all okay?"

Enduring the severe pain all over his body, Zhang Zhiwei cheered himself up and communicated with the fourteen sorcerers who were also maintaining the general structure of the Eight Diagrams. In order to better understand the situation of these fourteen sorcerers, Zhang Zhiwei ignored his own condition and forced his way into the interior of the Eight Diagrams.

As soon as he entered, Zhang Zhiwei's expression became serious, because in the inner vision, the life fire representing the fourteen senior sorcerers was like a candle in the wind and a lamp in the rain, which would go out in a matter of breaths.

"I never thought that with the combined strength of the fourteen of us, we couldn't even open our ancestors' Eight Diagrams in half a day. I have practiced Qimen for most of my life, but I didn't expect it to be broken in this way. We are so ashamed of our ancestors..."

"That's why we need to change. People's thinking needs to change, the country needs to change, and people in our circle need to change as well to adapt to the current world."

"Zhang Zhiwei, you still want to lecture us old guys at this time?"

"I'm not preaching. I just want to tell you seniors that even if our circle is lagging behind now, it doesn't mean we are useless. Zhuge Wuhou's Eight Diagrams has another trick, which is why Zhuge Wuhou was able to defeat the larger force with a smaller one."

"Could it be... Zhang Zhiwei, you, you figured it out?!"

"I have to thank you for not caring about my own prejudices and allowing me to have a conversation with Zhuge Wuhou that spans a thousand years in the inner scene. I have benefited a lot from it."

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Zhang Zhiwei, you can do whatever you want. We old guys only have one request."

"Senior, please speak."

"Let us take a look, let us take a look at the demeanor of our ancestors."

"Zhang Zhiwei will obey your orders!"

After coming out of the interior scene, Zhang Zhiwei also contacted the retreating Commander Jiang.

"Captain Jiang, they have moved, right?"

"Yes, is this also your calculation?"

"It's half and half. I originally wanted to kill the one on my side and then go to support you. I didn't expect that this wonderful calculation could not beat the destiny. That shot, by accident, hit the mark and almost took my life."

"So what do you want to tell me now by telling me this?"

"The formation can no longer be maintained. For now, we must keep this Japanese fleet here. I am not even sure about what I am going to do next. Whether it succeeds or not, I cannot guarantee that I still have the strength to lead you to retreat, so..."

"Ha, you are telling me all this now. I am a mortal being, and I have lived a lot these years. Now the one I really want to let down is my first wife. I am afraid that she will die with me when she knows about my death. But now that things have come to this, neither you nor I can make the decision. Let's see if God will let us both have it. You do what you should do, and I will try my best to lead them to the mines you have laid."

"it is good."

After explaining everything that needed to be explained, Zhang Zhiwei regained his mind and focused on circulating his true Qi to resonate with the Eight Diagrams under his feet. At the same time, he also walked to the side of Qian Jiaxuan, who retained the last bit of consciousness.

"I know you are unwilling, and you don't understand why my clones have spirits. Yes, you are right. I really can't split my soul. I really don't have this ability. But I can also tell you clearly that these clones are all me. I used the power of the Eight Trigrams Diagram to pull my past moment into the present and take control of it. Do you understand what I said to you?"

Hearing Zhang Zhiwei's confession, Qian Jiaxuanyi opened his unwilling eyes as wide as possible and stared at Zhang Zhiwei, as if he didn't believe what Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Well, I'll let you see it clearly here."

Zhang Zhiwei stopped explaining and just stood there. His dark blue Taoist robe moved without wind. With his hands spread out, his body slowly floated up into the air uncontrollably.

As Zhang Zhiwei, the master of the formation, floated into the air, the Eight Formation Diagram, which had almost stopped working, began to slowly rotate. The four plates and eight gates moved, squeezing the last bit of life out of the fourteen senior sorcerers who were maintaining the formation.

The originally sparse fog became thick again, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Zhang Zhiwei was also muttering to himself there.

"In the past, Zhuge Wuhou used his army to form a battle array and laid out the Eight Formations. With the power of the battle array, the enemy troops that entered the battle array always returned in defeat and had to defend the city without leaving, even with the presence of Sima Yi, a master sorcerer. This was because Sima Yi did not understand why his army was much stronger than Zhuge Wuhou's and his cultivation was not much worse than Zhuge Wuhou's, why he could not see through the mystery of Zhuge Wuhou's Eight Formations, and why in the Eight Formations, the army led by Zhuge Wuhou was almost the same as his own.

The answer is very simple. Zhuge Wuhou used the army he led as an anchor point and summoned the past and the future to the present through the power of the Eight Diagrams. One life is three, so there is no need to worry about not having soldiers to use. Although I am not as good as Zhuge Wuhou at present, nor do I have Zhuge Wuhou's insights into the Qimen formation, and I can't summon the past and the future to the present, but if I can only summon the past, I can't do it for those that are too far away, but for those that are closest, I can try my best.

Look, this is the real work of the Eight Trigrams Formation."

The Eight Diagrams Formation is not as good as it used to be!
‘Wow! ’

In the air, a sound of glass breaking suddenly rang out; it was the sound of the Eight Diagrams collapsing and shattering.

As the Eight Diagrams were shattered, the fourteen senior sorcerers who maintained the formation were also at the end of their strength. With the last bit of strength left, they slowly raised their heads and looked at Zhang Zhiwei who was floating motionless in the air.

It can be seen that Zhang Zhiwei, who was lying on his back with his palms facing the sky, was frozen in mid-air as if the pause button had been pressed, his eyes were about to burst and blood was flowing from all his orifices.

With Zhang Zhiwei as the center, the fourteen sorcerers on the sandbar below also froze, the surrounding river water stopped flowing, and the fog also stayed in place like a solid.

This pause lasted only a moment, and time resumed flowing again.

Blood gushed out of Zhang Zhiwei's seven orifices as if he had been struck by lightning, but he still managed to hold his body afloat in the air.

The wind was moving, the water was flowing, and the fog was still spreading. In Zhang Zhiwei's field of vision, he could already see the outlines of the Third Fleet of the former Imperial Navy and the inland gunboat fleet.

My vision gradually became blurred, and my five senses were drifting away from me.

At the last moment when Zhang Zhiwei lost consciousness, he heard it. He heard the sound of riding the wind and waves coming from beside him.

It became.

With a smile on his face, Zhang Zhiwei lost all his strength and fell to the ground.

"I saw it... Hahaha! I finally saw it. That's the demeanor of our ancestor Zhuge Wuhou back then! Hahaha! Zhang Zhiwei! Live on!!"

Kun character·Tuheche!
Fourteen master sorcerers, throughout their entire lives, finally, at the last moment of their lives, saw the unrivaled style that belonged only to the top of the sorcerer lineage.

They also used the last bit of their strength and worked together to perform the simplest spell to catch Zhang Zhiwei who had fallen and sent him into the river.

After performing this last spell, the twelve sorcerers from the three families of the Zhuge clan and the two masters of Qimen Dunjia also died suddenly on this nameless sandbank island.

As they fell, on both sides of the sandbar island, in front of the path of the inland gunboat fleet of the old Imperial Navy's Third Fleet, four ironclad ships slowly rushed out of the fog and headed towards the enemy fleet without dodging or evading.

(End of this chapter)