Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 452: Wang Family Speechless
Zhonghua Gate, on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

There is a red-light district here that has been passed down since the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It is the core industry of Jinling that supports part of the tax revenue of the national government's economy, and it is a red-light venue that the national government requires to be registered and centrally operated.

Of course, nowadays this complex of brothels has been requisitioned or renovated on the spot by these invaders.

It became a military camp for some Japanese troops in the city, and also became a place where they abused, tortured, and even killed women who were coerced and plundered from the city and surrounding areas.

Now in this building complex, the sound of killing is deafening.

The Painted Skin Demon, which was painted by the old patriarch of the Wang family using his family's secret technique with all his efforts, and the dozens of Quan Xing disciples hiding in the Painted Skin Demon's clothes.

They formed a small force and started a chaotic battle in the heart of the invaders' military camp, taking advantage of the fact that the invaders were dominated by the small leaders and had no vigilance.

The Japanese troops, who were completely unable to organize any resistance and only wanted to escape, retreated into the continuous building complex in the rear.

Patriarch Wang was very clear-headed. He knew that he had taken advantage of the situation unintentionally. In addition, Wu Man, a Buddhist practitioner, used the spiritual method of the Five Elements being empty, which revealed the situation of the camp roaring in front of him.

But this situation could not last long. There were so many buildings in this weathered area, and no one knew how many Japanese soldiers were hiding inside.

Wu Man had no way of guaranteeing how many Japanese soldiers would be affected by this camp roar. The means of confusing people's minds would hardly have any effect once they encountered those with firm minds.

Therefore, only by breaking into this building complex before the Japanese soldiers in it can respond, relying on their own physical fitness as practitioners that far exceeds that of ordinary people, and engaging in street fighting and chaos in this building complex, will they have a chance to buy enough time for Wang Yi and his men to evacuate.

The same is true.

When the old master Wang and his men led the surrounding Japanese troops into the building complex, some of the Japanese soldiers chose to jump into the nearby Qinhuai River in order to avoid being shot indiscriminately by the troops behind them.

If there is a first jump, there will be a second, a third...

As the number of soldiers increased, the number of Japanese soldiers used as human shields by Old Patriarch Wang and his men began to decrease. This undoubtedly provided an effective shooting space for the Japanese soldiers who had been organized behind and were preparing to encircle and suppress Old Patriarch Wang and his men.

And before the enemy's gunfire was opened, Patriarch Wang and his men finally succeeded in breaking in at the cost of several casualties, and engaged in a street battle with the Japanese troops who kept pouring out of temporary military camps and strongholds.

Just as Patriarch Wang and his men were relying on the advantage gained from the first move to engage in street fighting with the Japanese army, upstream of this decomposing and living area was the industrial complex where the Jinling Arsenal was located.

The predecessor of the Jinling Arsenal was the Jinling Machinery Manufacturing Bureau, which was founded by Li Hongzhang and was one of the important achievements of the Westernization Movement in the late Qing Dynasty.

However, on the eve of the fall of Nanjing, the main equipment and technical personnel here were moved to the mountain city along with other arsenals to serve as a base for supplying the front lines from the rear.

The core equipment was taken away by the National Government, but the shell was left behind and became the spoils of war for the Japanese army in the city. They also carried out a new round of renovation on this complex of buildings and put it to their own use.

The straight-line distance between the arsenal and the downstream weathering zone is only about three kilometers. It is a very quick trip to the Qinhuai River by boat, and it can be said that they are only separated by one street.

At this time, gunshots and explosions were heard from the downstream weathering area.

The Japanese officers in the brothel organized soldiers to counterattack and communicated with the troops stationed in other urban areas to request support. They wanted to use both internal and external forces to encircle and suppress the small group of enemies that broke into the brothel. They also called the headquarters that was currently managing the Japanese troops in the city.

Two telephones rang in the arsenal almost at the same time.

The old Japanese soldier Matsui Iwane, who was supposed to be in command at the National Government's Ministry of Foreign Affairs building, appeared here, took the phone, and issued orders after learning the situation. Then he put down the phone and looked at the man on the other side who had received a call like him but was dressed in luxurious clothes.

"Your Excellency, you should know that you are using the warriors of the empire to make wedding clothes for yourself."

"Commander, I don't understand what you are saying. You called the meeting, I wrote the plan, and you signed it. Why are you still telling me this now? Are you out of your mind?"

In front of the old Japanese soldier Matsui Iwane, this middle-aged man who was dressed in luxurious clothes and whom he called Prince did not respect him because of his position as the supreme commander of the Central China Expeditionary Army.

Because of his royal status and bloodline, he was destined to be addressed with respectful titles.

Matsui Iwane did not get angry at the other party's ridicule, but just smiled and said: "I just think that doing this is too dangerous for us. We are too close to these Chinese practitioners. The buffer zone in the middle is a living area, and it is inconvenient for the army to deploy a formation."

"That's why we need bait. How can we lure these Chinese practitioners in without letting them see the opportunity to behead them? We can then become the nourishment for the God of War to awaken and for you and me to go further? Commander, it doesn't feel good to be vulnerable, does it?"

"Indeed, so as a soldier, my suggestion is that Your Excellency, Mr. Yagyu, it is time for your people to take action."

"No hurry, put a little more in. The blood of the imperial warriors cannot be shed in vain. We must use their blood energy to ignite the first fire of this shrine sacrifice. Commander, you are good at fighting, but we are better at this."

"Yes, everything will be subject to your arrangement, Your Excellency."

Matsui Iwane bowed respectfully to the royal prince in front of him. The reason he did so was, as the Japanese prince said, he felt his own vulnerability.

After capturing Nanjing, he unexpectedly fell seriously ill. Although it was a close call, the feeling of being ill like a mountain falling and going away like a thread being pulled out was too painful.

During this period of illness, all his command affairs except military affairs were handed over to the prince in front of him. It was also this prince who signed the order to massacre the prisoners of war and gave it to him for review and signature.

In contrast, the royal prince in front of him is not much different in age.

But when two people stand together, they feel like they are from two different age groups.

The reason is simple, it is because this royal prince is born an extraordinary person. Unless he is unlucky enough to contract some serious viral disease, it is normal for him to live a healthy and pain-free life and live to be a hundred years old.

This kind of healthy physical fitness made the old Japanese Matsui Iwane very envious. Now he told him that there was a way to rejuvenate the body of this guy who was over 50 years old and about to enter his sixties and turn him into an extraordinary person.

What he had to do was to use some of the Japanese troops in the city as bait and make them part of the Fucheng plan. Why not do it?

He would never empathize with these Japanese soldiers. The reason why he made that gesture just now was undoubtedly because he was worried about his own personal safety.

After the two talked, they walked out of their building.

There is an open space outside, which is filled with rituals constructed with Japanese Shinto talismans, like an altar.

In the center of the altar stood a coffin nearly three meters high, covered with talismans and painted with various meaningless symbols and words.

No one knows which important person is buried in the coffin, but what can be seen is that with this coffin as the center, the four Japanese local alien forces currently active in the city are standing on each side with the power of the Four Symbols.

The Nine-Star Sword Alliance, the Imperial Shinto, the Iga Shadow Clan, and the Black Dragon Group of the Black Dragon Society.

The first two represent the old-school alien forces in Japan, while the latter two are emerging alien forces that have joined the military and developed in recent years.

Looking around, there are more than five hundred strange people in this altar alone.

The Shinto personnel who were in charge of leading the sacrifice chanted scriptures, and the three parties provided true Qi to guide the blood Qi condensed from the numerous crimes committed in the city in recent days to the coffin in the altar.

The coffin will then act as a filter and divert the energy, transmitting the filtered blood and qi to the personnel of the four forces along the rituals on the altar.

As they came and went, they could clearly feel the changes in the momentum of the four forces. But for the old devil Matsui Iwane who participated in the Fucheng plan, he was not satisfied with the results in front of him.

Because the ones who benefit now are all aliens, even though the Black Dragon Society and the Iga Shadow Clan are the alien forces in the military that he represents, they have not benefited him as the supreme commander himself.

"Your Excellency, how long will it take for this blood energy to be absorbed by someone like me?"

"You are anxious, aren't you, Commander? But this is not up to me. As you said, those Chinese practitioners are very strong. If you want to wipe them out in the living area, you need to pay a certain price."

"I understand, Your Excellency."

As it was related to whether he could complete the transformation of his life form and enjoy a long life and a healthy body, Matsui Iwane removed his disguise, turned back to the building, picked up the phone and gave orders.

Let the Japanese troops in the city, at all costs, wipe out Quan Xing and the old master Wang and others who broke into the red-light district and living area.

As he watched Matsui Iwane return, the royal prince also looked towards the downstream living area and the decomposition area and said, "The commander has already sent people. Who among you will send someone to clean up the mess? I can sense that there are two very good Chinese practitioners. I need their bodies as nourishment to awaken the God of War."

"Let these useless disciples of mine go. Their absorption has reached its limit. We can use these two Chinese practitioners to test our swords."

"Mr. Yagyu's disciple? That's fine too."

The prince looked towards the area belonging to the Nine Stars Sword Alliance, and saw that the warriors in the outermost part who were absorbing the blood and energy of all the people to strengthen themselves had stopped the process. Looking at their fellow disciples who were still absorbing, their faces revealed expressions of unwillingness and jealousy.

But no matter how they tried, they could not absorb even a little bit of the blood energy of all the people.

Following the order from their leader, they could only stand up and salute, then rush with their knives to the living area where old Patriarch Wang and his men were engaged in a street battle with the Japanese army.
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The perspective returns to the old master Wang and his group who are making a big fuss in the brothel and living area.

Their current situation is not good. The previous infiltration and sabotage operations were successful, and briefly caused a camp roar among the Japanese troops stationed here, killing and wounding no less than a thousand Japanese soldiers.

But as the Japanese officers reacted and reorganized their forces, and with the continuous arrival of Japanese reinforcements, the old master Wang and his men were forced into the weathering zone complex and had to move towards the living area that served as a buffer zone.

Relying on their physical fitness that allows them to easily climb walls and climb roofs, they fought against the Japanese troops who were surrounding them.

But the number of people on both sides is not at the same level. Even with the terrain and buildings as cover, the aliens themselves are a bunch of glass cannons.

It would be fine if you were not exposed and could hide in the dark and attack suddenly, but once you appear in front of these Japanese soldiers and they raise their guns and pull the trigger, all that will be left is one life in exchange for several lives.

Most importantly, they were not as cruel as the Japanese troops.

The Japanese reinforcements communicated with the Japanese troops in the brothel and learned that the old master Wang and his men had used those prostitutes as disguises to break the situation in the early stage, and now this brothel and the living area were filled with the women they had abducted and the civilians who were in hiding.

Since you want to rely on these streets and houses to fight a street battle with us, then we will be direct and push forward all the way, killing anyone we see and burning any house we see. I want to see how you can hide and fight!
Once this tactic of destroying a family and using a large number of people is used, Patriarch Wang and his men will be helpless even if they have all the tricks they can muster.

Gunshots and explosions were heard continuously in this complex of buildings from the weathering area to the living area.

Each sound represents the death of one or several Quanxing disciples.

And the true Qi and blood Qi in their bodies after their death also turned into one of the many blood Qis that were absorbed at that moment, and turned into nourishment for the Japanese aliens at the arsenal to improve their cultivation.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions gradually became sparse, which also meant that there were fewer and fewer people on the side of Patriarch Wang.

Until the end, only the old master Wang and the mysterious monk Wu Man were left hiding in a study.

"God is so blind. I never thought that you, a villain, would be the one to survive with me."

Patriarch Wang, who was shot in the abdomen and barely breathing, sat on the ground, listening to the footsteps approaching and surrounding the place. He no longer had time to be angry with his enemy Wu Man.

Looking around again, there were only dozens of painted-skin evil ghosts left of the hundreds that she had used all her energy and spirit to paint. They were all surrounding the old Patriarch Wang and had turned back into the appearance of women before.

"Amitabha, you and I are on different paths. You will ascend to paradise, while I am destined to sink and suffer in the endless hell."

"Bliss? If I can't watch a villain like you sinking and suffering in this endless hell, how can there be bliss for me?"

"You'll see."

"Really? Then you should send these beasts outside to hell first. I'm afraid you still have some Buddhist Heart Sutra left."

"Yes, one thought can turn you into a demon, one thought can turn you into a Buddha, the five aggregates are empty and transcendent, and those who do the opposite will fall into hell. I can show you, but you seem to be still waiting."

"Yes, don't tell me you didn't see it. The core of Fucheng is not far from us. These Japanese beasts outside have suddenly become so reckless. I'm afraid they have received orders from the people behind them to use the blood and qi of us cultivators to speed up the completion of Fucheng.

Now that they are surrounding us but not killing us, I'm afraid they are preparing to send someone to finish us off. I ask you, once you use your tricks, how far can you go? "

"This one, but it will take time."

"Okay! I'll buy you some time. Girls, go ahead and don't let Grandpa be alone on the road to the underworld."

Following the order from old Patriarch Wang, the last few dozen evil ghosts with painted skins surrounding him also disappeared and turned into dozens of pieces of clothing, which were hung in the study building.

Outside, the warriors of the Jiuyao Sword Alliance who were ordered to come and finish the job did not rush into the apartment building at once. Instead, they took orders from Japanese officers to send soldiers in to die and exhaust the enemy's last bit of strength.

"Class 5, Class 6, Class 7..."

The Japanese soldiers who were named stepped into the apartment building step by step, and saw the old master Wang sitting cross-legged in the attic and smiling at them.

"There are only a few dozen beasts here. Now that you're in, don't leave. Girls, receive the guests!"

The open door closed by itself, and before the Japanese soldiers could ignore their superior's orders and shoot the old master Wang who was right in front of them, the view became dark.

When they looked up, they saw that it was the clothes possessed by the last dozens of painted-skin ghosts falling from above, covering them layer by layer.

Outside the apartment building, all that could be heard were gunshots, screams, and blood splashed on the doors and windows.

After the gunshots died down, the dozen or so warriors of the Jiuyao Sword Alliance, escorted by the Japanese soldiers, entered the residence building.

All he saw were clothes torn by bullets on the ground, the bodies of Japanese soldiers who had died in a miserable state, and the old patriarch Wang, who was sitting cross-legged in the attic with his true energy exhausted, his blood and qi dried up, and had died of exhaustion.

There was also Wu Man, who accompanied the old master Wang until the last moment, still chanting Buddhist scriptures and also had several bullets in his body.

In the 26th year of the Republic of China, Wang Wuyan, the former patriarch of the Wang family, one of the four famous families, died in battle.

He died at the age of 72.

(End of this chapter)