Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

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Ma Xianhong paused for two seconds, then turned to chase after him.

Two guards in camouflage stood at the door, one on each side, blocking his way.

"Ma Xianhong, please come with us," the guard on the left said expressionlessly.

Ma Xianhong took a deep breath: "Get out of the way."

The two guards did not move.

Ma Xianhong raised his hand and struck. His fist had no Qi enhancement or magical artifact assistance; it was just an ordinary person's punch.

The guard stepped aside, grabbed Ma Xianhong's wrist, and pulled him forward two steps. Another guard came up from behind, wrapped his arm around Ma Xianhong's neck, and choked him until he couldn't move.

Ma Xianhong struggled a few times but couldn't break free.

His physical abilities were far superior to those of ordinary people, but the two guards were clearly also skilled fighters, with proficient combat skills and excellent teamwork, making them more than capable of dealing with a superhuman without Qi.

Two guards, one on each side, carried him out of the office building, across the parade ground, past rows of barracks, and to the recruit company's quarters. The other recruits, who were training on the parade ground, looked on curiously at the scene.

A young man with a buzz cut whispered to the person next to him, "Who's this guy? How come he got beaten up like this as soon as he arrived?"

The person next to him shook his head: "I don't know, probably a troublemaker."

Ma Xianhong was carried into a dormitory room and thrown onto a lower bunk bed.

A squad leader in camouflage walked in, glanced at him, and asked, "You're the new guy, Ma Xianhong?"

Ma Xianhong lay in bed, his whole body aching, and he didn't want to talk.

The squad leader didn't mind, took a set of toiletries from the cabinet and placed it on the bedside table: "We'll have morning exercises at six tomorrow morning, don't be late."

Ma Xianhong lay on the bed, staring at the upper bunk, his mind a complete mess.

He remembered Cheng Mo's face, and Cheng Mo's words, "If I told you, you would hate me."

"Cheng Mo..." Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words, "You just wait."

……

At night, Ma Xianhong pondered his next move.

He has no Qi or magical artifacts now; he's just an ordinary person with better physical health.

But their good physical condition is also an advantage. Their reaction speed, strength, and endurance are all better than those of ordinary recruits.

If he finds an opportunity to escape the military camp and hide in the mountains, these people will not be able to find him.

Ma Xianhong made up his mind and sat up in bed.

The recruits were so tired from training during the day that they fell asleep as soon as they lay down, their snores filling the air.

Ma Xianhong quietly put on his shoes, walked to the door, and opened it.

The corridor was quiet; there wasn't a single person in sight.

He walked out of the dormitory and along the corridor toward the building.

The footsteps were very light, almost silent.

When he reached the entrance of the building, Ma Xianhong stopped and peeked out.

Outside the building was a small playground with several trucks parked there, covered with tarpaulins.

On the other side of the parade ground was the barracks gate, which was closed. The guardhouse was lit up, and you could vaguely see people inside.

Ma Xianhong stepped out of the building entrance and walked along the edge of the playground towards the wall.

Inside the dormitory building, a light was still on in one of the rooms, and two heads were watching Ma Xianhong's actions from the window.

"Is this kid planning to climb over the wall and run away?"

"I thought he would just walk through the main gate."

"Are we just going to watch like this?"

"Let him suffer a bit before we talk about it."

He walked to the foot of the wall and looked up. The wall was three meters high and had barbed wire on top.

He took a few steps back, ran up, jumped, and grabbed the top of the wall, his fingers touching the barbed wire.

A current of electricity surged from my fingertips throughout my body.

Ma Xianhong froze, fell off the wall, and landed on the ground.

He lay on the ground, trembling all over, his fingers still numb.

"Holy shit..."

It took him a while to get up. He rubbed his numb fingers and looked up at the wall.

If there's electricity, you can't climb over the wall.

Ma Xianhong turned towards the main entrance and had only taken three steps.

"stop!"

A command came from behind.

Ma Xianhong froze and slowly turned his head.

A sentry in camouflage stood three meters behind him, holding a flashlight, the beam of light shining on Ma Xianhong's face.

"What do you do?"

Ma Xianhong opened his mouth: "I... need to use the restroom."

The beam of the sentry's flashlight moved from his face to his feet, and then back to his face.

"The toilets are inside," the sentry pointed to the dormitory building. "We don't allow people to relieve themselves anywhere here."

Ma Xianhong: "..."

He turned around and walked back to his dormitory, found the toilet, stayed inside for five minutes, and then returned to his dormitory.

Lying in bed, staring at the upper bunk, Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth.

Keep running tomorrow.

……

The next morning, Ma Xianhong's face was red and swollen.

He wasn't hit; he fell while climbing over the wall and landed face down.

The reveille sounded, and the new recruits got out of bed, folded their blankets, washed up, and assembled.

Ma Xianhong lay motionless on the bed.

The class monitor walked over and patted his bed frame: "Get up."

Ma Xianhong closed his eyes.

The class monitor patted him again: "Get up, don't make me say it a third time."

Ma Xianhong opened his eyes, glanced at the squad leader, slowly sat up, and began to get dressed.

The squad leader glanced at him, said nothing, and folded the blanket again himself, making it sharp and angular, like a piece of tofu.

Ma Xianhong looked at the piece of dried tofu and his lips twitched.

The new recruits lined up and walked out of their dormitories to assemble on the parade ground.

Ma Xianhong stood at the back of the line, running exercises with everyone.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

The recruits began to catch their breath, and some slowed their pace.

Ma Xianhong's breathing was steady, his steps were light, and he ran in the lead, leaving the others half a lap behind.

After running, we ate breakfast.

Steamed buns, porridge, pickled vegetables, and an egg.

Ma Xianhong took a bite of the steamed bun; it tasted alright, but it was a bit dry.

He took a sip of porridge, peeled the egg, and ate it in one bite.

After breakfast, the new recruits began their training.

Drill training, standing at attention, and marching.

Ma Xianhong stood in the line, following the squad leader's commands to perform the actions.

"Attention! At ease! Attention! Right dress!"

Ma Xianhong's movements are very standard, not because he has trained, but because his physical coordination is naturally better than that of ordinary people.

The squad leader glanced at him a few times but couldn't find anything wrong with him.

During a training break, several new recruits gathered around and started talking to Ma Xianhong.

A round-faced young man asked him, "Brother, where are you from?"

Ma Xianhong said, "Guizhou Province."

The round-faced young man said, "Oh, what a nice place! Beautiful scenery."

Another tall, thin man asked, "Why did you join the army?"

Ma Xianhong thought for a moment: "I've been sold out."

Several people thought he was joking and burst into laughter.

Ma Xianhong's lips twitched.

……

That evening, Ma Xianhong attempted to escape again.

This time, he climbed out of the second-floor window, slid down the drainpipe, landed crouching low, and walked along the wall toward the barracks gate.

He had walked less than fifty meters when a beam of flashlight shone on him.

"stop!"

Ma Xianhong took off running.

He ran very fast, faster than anyone else in the recruit company.

But the sentry is faster.

It wasn't that the sentry ran fast; it was that the sentry had a walkie-talkie.

In less than a minute, three sentries surrounded Ma Xianhong from different directions, trapping him against the wall behind the barracks.

Ma Xianhong looked at the three-meter-high wall, then at the three sentries, and gave up the idea of ​​climbing over the wall.

I got a pretty bad shock last night...

Three sentries pinned him to the ground, bound him with restraints, and carried him back to the company headquarters.

The company commander, surnamed Zhao, was in his early thirties with a dark complexion. He was standing at the entrance of the company headquarters, looking at Ma Xianhong, who was being carried back: "Send him directly to the solitary confinement cell."

The solitary confinement cell was located at the very back of the barracks. It was a very small room with no windows and only an iron door.

Inside the room was a cement bed with a thin mattress, a pillow, and a quilt.

Without lights, once the iron gate is closed, it's pitch black.

Ma Xianhong sat on the cement bed, leaning against the wall, with his eyes closed.

The solitary confinement cell was so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat.

He began to think.

There's no escaping it now, at least not right now.

Now that I have lost my Qi and have no magical treasures to protect me, and I am unfamiliar with the terrain of the military camp and do not know the patrol routes of the sentries, I cannot force my way out.

Trying to escape rashly will only result in being caught and imprisoned for an even longer period.

We need to figure out the surrounding situation first.

When do the sentries change shifts? When is the patrol least lax? Where is the wall shortest? What is the terrain like outside?

These all take time.

During the three-day confinement, Ma Xianhong came up with several solutions.

The first plan is to observe the shift change time and sneak out during the shift change interval.

The second option is to find an opportunity to sneak into the purchasing team and go out with them.

The third option is to bribe a soldier to help him deliver the message.

The fourth option is to feign illness, go to the hospital, and then escape from there...