Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 321: Anti-Japanese War Layout
"Bah, bah, bah, bah."

"Slurp, slurp, slurp."

"Hurry hurry hurry."

In the cafeteria of Baiyun Temple, a group of Quanzhen Taoist priests helplessly watched the three people in front of them eating and drinking without any image.

As soon as they talked about business, the abbot of Baiyun Temple knew that He Songling was not here to make trouble. We old Zhong people have a habit of discussing things at the dinner table.

As it happened, after all the trouble, it was almost time for lunch, so Zhu Yuantian arranged a separate meal for He Songling and the other three.

This matter is also a familiar one for Baiyun Temple. After all, there are always princes and nobles coming here, and arrangements have to be made for them. This is the same as for Shaolin Temple, it goes without saying.

At the beginning, Zhang Zhiwei still had some dignity after all. Although he knew nothing, he was still a fellow traveler with him. He made a big fuss in Baiyun Temple and even blew up several halls in the backyard.

But seeing He Songling and Zhenduo sitting down without any care and starting to eat like whirlwind, he couldn't help himself.

The two of them didn't eat very well, especially Zhenduo, who hadn't had a full meal for days. He just started digging with chopsticks, and later he was not satisfied and started to scoop it up with his hands.

He Songling went even further. Relying on his long-range means, he made the plates and bowls float up, then he opened his mouth wide and waited below, letting the plates line up and pour down from mid-air.

Zhang Zhiwei saw that if he continued like this, he would have nothing to eat. The meals prepared by Baiyun Temple were all good meals for the nobles. If he couldn't eat them here, would he have to go back and eat dry food?

So he finally joined the battle. And with the shameless He Songling in front of him, he also cast the Golden Light Curse and grabbed the plate to pour it into his mouth. In the end, it was Zhenduo who had the least elegant eating manners who grabbed the least.

"Burp." Zhenduo burped, slumped in the chair, touched his stomach and said, "I'm only half full. Mr. He, you have to treat me to a meal later."

"We are in charge." The abbot of Baiyun Temple interrupted the rough man Zhenduo with a sullen look, "He Songling, if you have anything to say, please say it quickly."

"I came here mainly for two things. This is the first and most important thing. It is to save your Baiyun Temple and to let your Baiyun Temple do what it should do."

He Songling didn't need to burp. His whole body was full of Qi, and he could digest any amount of food. He looked at the abbot and the dean and said, "I will provide you with 15 heavy artillery pieces, 30 mountain artillery pieces, 100 mortars, and five basic shells for each type of artillery piece. There will also be 80 machine guns and enough bullets.

We are all aliens, so we don't need those bolt-action rifles. We can just hold the machine gun and shoot at those little devils. Forty boxes of grenades. Two requirements, kill as many devils as possible, and second, when you withdraw, make sure that the weapons and equipment do not fall into the hands of the devils, whether you take them away or blow them up. "

"Give it to us for free? These are not cheap, are they?" Zhu Yuantian stared at He Songling and said, "I heard that you, Mr. He, are now the richest man in the world. In the past, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty was not as rich as you. Can you do business at a loss?"

"When the country is in crisis, why bother about the cost? If you kill one more devil, I will earn one more cent. There is no such thing as a loss." At this time, He Songling seemed like a normal person, with a serious face. "In addition, the Nisheng Military Academy in the Northeast has also retired. Later, I will let a small group of them come here to serve as instructors and teach you special operations."

After all, the Nisheng Military Academy was only there for training. Killing the devils was the most important task, but they had to leave. With their small forces, it was impossible to change the overall situation. At this time, they were retreating southward, passing through the capital, leaving some instructors at Baiyun Temple, and it would be enough to teach them for half a year.

Special operations was a form of warfare that originated in Germany, but since He Songling came and had a large group of special forces under his command, he of course developed this style of warfare first.

Of course, He Songling knew nothing about special operations. His understanding of special forces was limited to things like urban soldier kings.

The special forces currently trained by the Nisheng Military Academy are still far inferior to the special forces that can be used to carry out strategic goals in the future, but in terms of the combat strength of small units, they are even better than the special forces equipped with modern weapons.

"What do we have to pay?" Zhu Yuantian said this, and seemed to think of the previous rumors, with a look of understanding in his eyes: "You want our Quanzhen alchemy method?"

"I want it, but that's the second thing, and has nothing to do with the first." He Songling slammed the table and stood up. "I emphasize again, this is about saving the nation, not a monetary transaction. I give you things because you are in the capital, and you are the most capable of organizing resistance.

At that time, I will let Baldy issue an order to the defenders of the capital, and formulate a battle plan with your Baiyun Temple as the core. The only thing you have to do is to kill those damned little devils one by one, understand?"

He Songling's handsome face rarely showed the same ferocious expression as Zhang Zhiwei's ugly face. It can only be said that hard work is really vulnerable in the face of talent. He tried so seriously to put on a ferocious look, but it was almost the same as Zhang Zhiwei's normal smile, which was really amazing.

“I understand…” Even Zhu Yuantian, who had been the abbot of Baiyun Temple for such a long time, was shocked when he saw He Songling’s posture, and responded subconsciously, “It’s just that you think it’s really necessary…”

He Songling didn't find it strange that Zhu Yuantian had such doubts. They were all local natives, not time travelers, and didn't have a God's perspective. Moreover, they had seen the so-called Eight-Nation Alliance before, and it couldn't shake the status of the aliens.

People cannot imagine what they have never seen.

But He Songling didn't need them to imagine it, he just needed them to do it according to his own wishes.

"Let me remind you that I don't care whether you are passing down the equipment, money, and tactics as a legacy or passing them on to the army like the old escort leader of Huiyou Escort Agency to help the army improve its ability to kill the devils. I just want to remind you that if anyone dares to take my things and resell them, or betrays the country and becomes a traitor, you wait and see. Even if you run to the moon, I will chop off your head."

The original novel does not mention Baiyun Temple during the Republic of China period, and the capital was the starting point of the Japanese invasion. It is hard to say whether the Taoist priests in Baiyun Temple were killed, ran away, or surrendered at that time.

He Songling did not doubt the integrity of some of the old Zhong people in times of crisis, but he also did not hesitate to speculate with the greatest malice what the other part of the old Zhong people would do.

"That Zhenduo!"

(End of this chapter)