Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 149: The Suspicion Formation
That night, Fengtian City.

Thanks to the fact that the Marshal's Mansion immediately blocked the news of whether the old marshal was alive or dead after the attack, the Fengtian City was calm at night. People did not fall into panic because of the explosion targeting the old marshal around dawn, even though many Fengtian citizens saw the old marshal being sent back to the Marshal's Mansion covered in blood.

Because in their impression, this old marshal had experienced such a situation before. In the fifth year of the Republic of China, he was hit by grenades and shot at on his way back to the Marshal's Mansion from the train station. That was quite dangerous. And when the old marshal married his daughter, he was also attacked. But he showed up at his eldest daughter's wedding without changing his expression or heartbeat, and still presided over the wedding and gave a speech.

This time, I guess it will be the same.

I have to say that the old marshal is indeed quite popular among the people in Fengtian. At least no one wants him to die.

At this moment, the Marshal's Mansion in Fengtian City was maintaining a loose exterior but tight interior, making it impossible for those who were interested to find out the old marshal's life or death at the first sight.

In the small brothel in the Marshal's Mansion, the old marshal, who had just woken up from a coma, was in the same room with Wang Yi, without anyone else around.

The heroes of that generation and the people of later generations remained silent with each other, and no one spoke first.

But the old coach couldn't help but break the silence first.

"Mr. Wang, how long can I survive now?"

After learning that his life was brought back from the brink of death by Wang Yi, the old marshal changed his address to "sir", changing from "young hero" to "sir". Feeling that he could die at any time, he could not wait to get a definite answer from Wang Yi.

"It's hard to say. It could be seven days, half a month, one month, three months, one year, or two years."

"How can my fate be so uncertain?"

"Fate is determined by heaven. If I force you to live longer, I am stealing the secrets of heaven. How long you can live is not up to me, but you, my Lord."

"Can't you use that method again? I, Old Zhang, don't have anything else but plenty of land. And with your personality and methods, Mr. Wang, are you afraid that I, Old Zhang, will use the method of killing the donkey after it has served its purpose?"

"Master, forgive me for being blunt, but you are actually a living dead now. You are just relying on my tricks to deceive the heavens. But my tricks are tricks to deceive the heavens after all. They can hide the truth for a while, but not forever. Today, I am using the vitality of a place in the Marshal's Mansion to extend your life. Next time, it may be the vitality of a place in Fengtian City. The next time, it may be the vitality of the people in Fengtian City. If you don't fill in too little, the gap will not be filled. If you fill in too much, the gap will be leaked more. You understand the pros and cons of this better than I do, and you should also have a deep understanding of it."

Hearing this, the old coach fell silent, because since waking up, he could indeed feel that there was always a foreign object in his atrium that could swim into his heart at any time and cause his atrium to rupture and cause death.

This feeling is very subtle. It is said that when a person dies, the five senses will become extremely sharp, and now the dying old coach has experienced it in advance.

"Is that so? Then I'll live one more day. I heard from Xishun that you, Mr. Wang, killed all the bandits. Not a single one was left alive."

The old commander characterized the attack as horse bandits.

"It's useless to keep them. Will they acknowledge the loss? But I would like to ask the garrison there to collect as many intact heads as possible. There won't be many, but at least dozens. I'll see what you do with them, sir."

"I'm making a fuss? Mr. Wang seems to think I'm going to make trouble out of this."

The old general seemed to be meeting the young man in front of him for the first time, and his small eyes just stared at Wang Yi.

Now he is a man whose half body is on the verge of death. He has experienced too much terror between life and death. As a hero himself, he seems to realize why Wang Yi is willing to keep him alive.

"Mr. Wang, there's no one else here except the two of us. If there's anything I, a living dead, can do for you, just tell me. It doesn't matter if I'm wrong or if I get mad. Just leave this room and pretend nothing happened, how about that?"

Wang nodded his head. He believed what he said. The old general was not afraid of death. What he feared was that he would die suddenly. Now he had the means to temporarily keep him alive. He hoped more than anyone else that he could live longer so that he could arrange what needed to be arranged.

"Well, since you said so, I'll be frank. You should know why I agreed to your invitation and serve as your bodyguard like Brother Gao."

"I know. This is the advice that scholar gave you before he died."

"Then let me ask you one more question, Master. Do you think that if the young commander takes over your position now, he can handle the situation inside and outside the pass well?"

The old marshal was silent. No one knows his son better than his father. From the day he and the Japanese had a complete falling out over the Manchuria and Mongolia case, he had a premonition that he might be in trouble at any time. Before returning to the outside of the Great Wall, he also warned some people to assist his son well.

But there are some things that he can only do so much. It would be good if he didn't die. If he died, it would be difficult for his son to control his brothers and subordinates.

"It seems that you, Master, also understand the immaturity of the young marshal. Don't count on me. If I had the ability to assist the young marshal, I wouldn't have opened a four-city logistics company in Beijing. The problem now is that whether you want it or not, the young marshal has to go back to the border to take your place. Don't think of giving instructions to the young marshal all the time or taking charge for him. With your body, if you move in front of people for a little while, you may die on the spot. Let me say something unpleasant, from the moment you were bombed, you are considered a dead man."

As soon as the words fell, the room suddenly became quiet.

The old commander stared at Wang Yi sinisterly for a long time before he laughed. His voice was hoarse but filled with murderous intent.

"Mr. Wang, you have a really good method." "Whether the method is good or not depends on how people do it and how they look at it." Wang Yi was not aware of the killing intent revealed by the old general at this moment, and continued to say, "Master, I have said everything. I have used all my methods. Now it is your turn to use your methods. It is late at night, so I will not disturb your rest."

After saying that, Wang stood up, opened the door and walked out.

None of the soldiers guarding outside dared to step forward to stop Wang Yi. They did as the old marshal had just said and stood guard ten meters away from the room. None of them stepped forward.

The old general lay on the bed, stroking his chest with his hand. The feeling of possibly dying at any time was like a thorn in his throat, reminding him all the time that he was a dead man who could die at any time.

The old commander is a hero. The most ruthless thing about a hero is that he can either doubt someone and not employ him, or employ someone and trust him to gain his trust. He can also rather let the world betray him than let the world betray him.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to call his personal guard captain Xishun and the fifth lady. Through their narration, he roughly reconstructed that he was able to temporarily hold his breath because of Wang Yi's just right method.

Yes, it was just perfect, as if Wang Yi knew he would suffer this disaster and prepared it specifically for himself.

But he is also a father who wants his son to be successful. He knows his son's level. He has been paving the way for his son and training him for so many years, hoping that he can surpass himself and protect the foundation he has laid. But he is also very clear that his son is not him. Without the experience of rolling in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood and surviving, it is difficult for him to make such a decision.

As a dying person, many things that I couldn't understand or see through before, after going through this experience, I can now understand and see through them clearly.

After going through this life-and-death experience, he still doesn't know whether he is dead or not. He has a vague premonition that the foundation he built will eventually be lost to his son. He can accept the loss of this foundation, but he cannot accept giving it to the Japanese for nothing, because if he does this, his Zhang family will never be able to hold their heads up high in the future.

"When a man dies, he leaves his name behind; when a leopard dies, he leaves his skin behind; when a wild goose flies by, it leaves its voice behind... You have to leave some dignity for my Zhang family, Xishun!"

The captain of the personal guard, Xishun, quietly opened the door and walked up to the old commander.

"Handsome Master."

"The assistant commander is here."

"He came a long time ago and visited you. You were still unconscious at that time, and he didn't go back home. He stayed in the guest room and said he would come to see you when you woke up."

"Fuchen is very thoughtful. Among all my brothers, I trust my third brother and Fuchen the most. Unfortunately, my third brother passed away early and it's almost my turn. Xishun, call Fuchen and Laowu over. You have to be here too."

"Yes."

Soon, the assistant commander of the Fengtian Army, the fifth wife who was the most favored by the old commander, and the captain of the personal guard Xishun, who were staying in the Marshal's Mansion, appeared in the old commander's house. No one knew what the old commander talked about with these three people.

A day and a night had passed since the bomb attack on the old marshal's special train, but the Marshal's Mansion remained relaxed on the outside but tight on the inside.

The wife of the Consul General of the Japanese Consulate in Fengtian, who was sent to inquire about the old marshal's life and death, also came back with a piece of news whose truth was not known, which made those who wanted to know whether the old marshal was alive or dead very worried.

After planning for so long and finally setting up an assassination, in the end there is not even any definite information. This is the most troublesome thing.

Because then the initiative is no longer in their hands. It's okay if the old general is dead, but if he is still alive, he has many ways to disgust them. This kind of disgusting thing is head-breaking for the planners like them, and their immediate superiors are very happy to let them take the blame.

They were extremely anxious and didn't know what to do, but Fengtian City was quiet and peaceful until someone noticed that the Fengtian Army's assistant commander was leaving the Marshal's Mansion in a rage, and then he gathered his troops and rushed out of Fengtian City with an appearance of coming to call for an explanation.

At noon that day, the people of Fengtian City discovered that the assistant commander had returned with his men, each of them smelling of blood and carrying a murderous aura.

Then, at the gate of Fengtian City, a stall was set up by the Fengtian Army. Under the protection of live ammunition, there were shining gold bars and dozens of neatly arranged rolls of cash on the table. Dozens of processed heads were also hung on the city gate. Notices that had been printed long ago were also posted on the streets and alleys of Fengtian City. Even the Japanese Consulate in Fengtian received more than a dozen of them.

The gist of the notice is:

When the old marshal was returning to Fengtian from Beijing, he passed through the South Manchuria Railway in Huanggutun when he was assassinated by an unknown Japanese ronin who was suspected to be disguised as a horse bandit, and a bridge exploded.

Dozens of people were injured and the old marshal was seriously injured and in a coma. In order to avoid misunderstanding between China and Japan, the assistant marshal was ordered to lead the team personally to suppress the bandits. Now the main culprit and his subordinates, a total of more than 70 people, have been killed and the heads are hung on the gate of Fengtian City. If any citizen in the city recognizes the face of the head, they can report it secretly. If the situation is true, you can choose gold bars or dollars!
The announcement, coupled with the dozens of heads hung at the gate of Fengtian City, shocked the people of Fengtian City and the Japanese living in Fengtian City.

Some smart people also saw the hidden meaning in the notice. It would be fine if these people were really horse bandits, but if they were Japanese disguised as horse bandits, the result might be a war between the Fengtian Army and the Kwantung Army.

And no one can guarantee that someone will not actually report it for the gold bars.

Money can move people's hearts. Will all Japanese be loyal to the emperor and patriotic?
At the same time, a telegram without any disguise was sent to the capital.

(End of this chapter)