Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Chapter 59 Ma San's Transformation

"Brother, how long do you think it will take to train an elite soldier?"

Zhao Wen didn't wait for Ma San's answer, but directly said the answer: "At least three years of rigorous training is required!"

"And it takes twenty years to raise a man who can serve as a soldier!"

"If brother holds such a firearm in his hand, can he kill a strong man holding a firearm?"

"I can kill without using guns!" Ma San's voice was full of arrogance if he didn't have the confidence to practice martial arts for so many years.

"If you kill one a day, that's three hundred and sixty-five a year!"

Zhao Wen's voice was very gentle, but with endless temptation, he guided Ma Sandao: "If the senior brother gathers dozens or even hundreds of similar martial arts practitioners, and each kills one person every day, the senior brother counts as one day." How many can you kill in a year?"

Without waiting for the horrified Ma San to speak, Zhao Wen had already given the answer: "Tens of thousands!"

"Among the vast fields and majestic mountains, the agility and physical strength of our martial arts practitioners are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Hundreds of martial artists can change places with one shot. Even if they come to tens of thousands at a time, they can eat them all piecemeal !"

"Brother, do you still think that practicing martial arts is useless?"

Ma San's originally sluggish eyes shone brightly like a sharp blade, and his waist straightened instantly. He could find dozens of martial arts practitioners. Now he represents the master Gong Baosen in the martial arts world. The prestige in the middle, everyone responds when they go out.

As for weapons, since this junior can come up with such a method, he must be able to get weapons.

Facing hundreds of thousands of Kwantung Army, he originally thought it was an invincible existence, but now he found that, from another angle, he could completely overlook it.

"What about Master and Junior Sister?"

Dozens of fighters armed with guns, in Ma San's view, can run amok in the northeast, but after a long time, they will definitely be known by others, and then master and junior sister will definitely be in big trouble.

"Senior Brother has already made up his mind, I will take Senior Brother to see the weapons you will use in the future in a few days. As for Master and Junior Sister, you can go to Las Vegas. Where it belongs to another country, the Japanese army will not enter!"

The matter was decided in a few words. Seeing that Ma San was full of energy and even a little eager to try, Zhao Wen smiled lightly, turned and went back to the house.

The reason for helping Ma San is because the other party is an important supporting role in this world, and the warriors whose beliefs in this era have been destroyed by modern weapons are at a loss in their hearts, so they join the Japanese army.

Of course, the more important thing is that Ma San has not yet joined the Japanese army. Otherwise, Zhao Wen would definitely slap him to death if he saw a traitor, so how could he talk to him.

Now that we have come to this era, and we are in the Northeast where hundreds of thousands of Kwantung Army are stationed, how could Zhao Wen remain indifferent? Ma San is a ruthless person, such a person who conducts guerrilla warfare, especially a group of warriors, can definitely become a guerrilla fighter. The nightmare of the Kwantung Army.

The moment he entered the room, the last trace of internal force disappeared from Zhao Wen's meridians, and Zhao Wen could even clearly sense that the energy in the cells began to flow toward the blood, bones, and internal organs.

With a slight peristalsis of the intestinal tract, all the food eaten disappeared, and the force of the beating of the heart became stronger and stronger. With each beating, the color of the blood seemed to become more vivid.

Every time the lungs take a breath, a large amount of stale air in the body is expelled.

More importantly, a tiny vortex is forming in Zhao Wen's dantian.

The vortex was spinning, and a water-like true gas turned into liquid and slowly dripped down from the bottom of the vortex.

In the blink of an eye, this drop of zhenqi swam around Zhao Wen's meridians in an instant, like an arm and a finger!

"It turns out that this is the true energy of Beiming that belongs to me!"

Although there is only one drop, under Zhao Wen's command, it can turn into dozens of filaments, encircling the meridians of the whole body.

In the past, there were only moves without the slightest power in shape, but in Zhao Wen's hands, he could easily attack every part of the body, and the internal force of the whole body could be attached to the thought.

In the past, all the meridians were absorbed from other people's internal energy. When did Zhao Wen feel this way?

"Make a lot of money!"

Zhao Wen is very sure now that he has definitely made a lot of money entering this world this time, and it can be said that he has laid the most solid foundation for his future cultivation.

The aura that originally surrounded the body disappeared after all the internal force disappeared, but now Zhao Wen felt that his sensing range had far exceeded when he had hundreds of years of internal force.

If he hadn't just come to this world and was not familiar with the surrounding environment, he would have wanted to rush to the Japanese army camp and have a big fight to vent his excitement.

I suppressed this impulsive thought, but now my body has suddenly become stronger, and I haven't fully controlled my own strength. If I really want to run over, facing countless guns is simply courting death.

He took a few steps back and sat on the bed, only to hear a "click" and then a "snap", and the bed board had been turned into two pieces and fell to the ground.

He took a weird look at the bed under his feet, took out a bucket of water from the stone door and drank it in one go, feeling that the water he just drank disappeared into his stomach instantly.

A large plate of meat appeared in front of his eyes. After his body suddenly strengthened, his digestion ability also increased greatly. However, after hundreds of years of internal energy filling and consumption, Zhao Wen did not feel hungry at all.

But since he sensed that his stomach was empty and he had a lot of food on his body, Zhao Wen naturally wanted to fill his stomach first.

After a while, after a crackling sound, he came out of the toilet, quietly returned to his room, placed the broken bed in two on the floor, and then lay down carefully.

Although his stomach was still empty, Zhao Wen slowly closed his eyes as if he hadn't sensed it.

Eating food is easy, and the body can digest all the food you eat in a short period of time, but as long as it is food, there will be residues. Thinking of the scene where he ran to the toilet just now, Zhao Wen has already decided in his heart that if he cannot find high-nutrient As long as he is not hungry, he will not eat as much as today.

But outside, seeing the lights in Zhao Wen's room go out, Ma San took a few steps forward, jumped out from the wall, and disappeared instantly.

It's fine when there is no goal, but now that there is a goal, Ma San's heart is already burning. He wants to gather the warriors he trusts in the shortest possible time, and then tell everyone.

Even if there are hundreds of thousands of Kwantung troops, he, Ma San, can still run wild in the Northeast, and he is still the top powerhouse in this area.

(End of this chapter)