Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 166 Killing and Punishing the Heart

Outside the gate of Fengtian City, a small group of Kwantung Army troops led by the senior Kwantung Army staff officer Kawamoto Daisaku were confronting the city gate guards of the Fengtian auxiliary commander.

But compared to his calmness at the beginning, Daisaku Kawamoto is now extremely anxious.

According to the plan, he would trick those Quan Xing people into causing trouble, and first disguise himself as Japanese ronin warriors who sneaked into the city to cause sabotage, so as to distract the attention of the defenders in Fengtian City and the extraordinary masters like Wang Yi. Then he would lead this small group of Kwantung Army troops to contain the Fengtian Army assistant commander in front of him, and then the sixty extraordinary masters would kill the old commander, and it would be best if they could kill the young commander as well. In this way, the Fengtian clique would be in chaos, and his small group of troops used to contain the chaos might even become a surprise force.

Under the pretext of protecting the safety and rights of overseas Chinese and Japanese in Fengtian City, it is possible that they can cut the Gordian knot and directly take over the situation in Fengtian City.

But man proposes, God disposes. He was here to contain the assistant commander of the Fengtian Army, but there was no movement in Fengtian City for a long time, only some neat or scattered gunshots. This was not the movement he wanted to see, but he still maintained his patience. Until just now, even outside the gate of Fengtian City, he could see the movement in the night sky of Fengtian City. The scene that seemed like a battle between gods and demons in a floating world painting made the senior staff who planned everything behind the scenes feel anxious and his mood became more and more irritable.

Because everything was developing in a direction he could not predict, and he was blocked outside the city gate by the assistant commander who was riding a tall horse and smoking a pipe leisurely, and he did not dare to fire the first shot. He wanted to make achievements, but he was not stupid. He knew that if he fired this shot, he would not get any credit, and he would be shot by his superior to appease the Fengtian Army.

"Your Excellency, Assistant Marshal! I reiterate once again that our Kwantung Army has the right to protect the safety and interests of Japanese residents in China! Please move aside and let us enter Fengtian City!"

"Fengtian City is the Fengtian City of the Fengtian Army. It's just that the old marshal's accomplices who used the heads of these horse bandits came to seek revenge and made a little noise. The police chief of our Fengtian City is not just there to eat for nothing. Just wait patiently, Chief of Staff Kawamoto. This matter won't cause any trouble."

The assistant coach, who knew what his brother and the old coach were playing, was very leisurely, and his leisurelyness made Kawamoto Daisaku almost want to draw his gun.

He could ignore the Japanese ronin warriors who served the Kwantung Army. They were consumables. No matter how skilled they were, they could be shot down with one shot. They had as many as they wanted in their homeland. But the sixty foreign warriors, even if some of them were from the Qing nobles, could not be offended or humiliated casually in the outside of the pass.

He could accept the casualties in the process of assassinating the old marshal. As long as the assassination of the old marshal was successful, even if all sixty of them were killed in Fengtian City, there would be someone to take the blame for him. The price he had to pay was to give up the credit and choose a thigh to hold on to.

But if he failed and left with losses, his political career would basically be over if he lost 10%, and he would be court-martialed if he lost 20%. As for losing 30%... or even the whole army was annihilated, Kawamoto Daisaku didn't dare to think about it, because he couldn't think of this possibility. At this time, the captain of the personal guard beside the old marshal rode a three-wheeled sidecar motorcycle, swaying out of the city gate, stopped behind the assistant marshal, and he got off the car and trotted to the assistant marshal to salute.

"Assistant Commander!"

Seeing the captain of the personal guard appear beside the old marshal, Kawamoto Daisaku's heart was in his throat. He made a move to take a step forward with his hand on his holster.

This action also stimulated the soldiers on both sides, but the assistant commander was very calm.

"Staff Officer Kawamoto, look at you, you are anxious again. I know you are anxious, but please don't be anxious yet."

While joking, the assistant commander leaned down and put his ear close to Xishun, the captain of the personal guard, reporting on the situation in the city. After listening, he also maintained this posture and spoke.

"What? I can't hear you."

Seeing this, Xishun was happy to cooperate with his assistant coach to play with the mentality of the old Japanese in front of him. He slightly increased the volume so that Kawamoto Daisaku, who was nearby, could hear a few key words and his pupils suddenly dilated.

"can not hear!"

"Report! There were bandits causing trouble in the city. They have been killed by our army and the strange people in the martial arts world. One person was captured. Our people are safe!"

As Xishun, the captain of the personal guard, and the assistant commander sang the same tune and spoke out loudly, the old Japanese devil Kawamoto Daisaku finally felt relieved.

The whole person seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. He staggered and almost fell.

But the assistant commander of the Fengtian Army would not let him go so easily. Although he killed him, his heart was not yet killed.

"Okay, Staff Officer Kawamoto, the horse bandits in Fengtian City have been wiped out, so I won't stop you. You can bring your people into the city and comfort the Japanese residents in Fengtian City. Please move over and follow me to identify the captured horse bandit. Let's see if this horse bandit is a Japanese ronin or someone you know. Order! Escort the senior staff officer of the Kwantung Army, Kawamoto Daisaku, and his troops into the city!"

"Yes!"

It's called escort, but it's more like escort.

The old Japanese soldier leading the group was in a trance, so the younger Japanese soldiers who followed him naturally did not dare to act rashly. They had no advantage in numbers or weapons, so they could only enter the city in a mighty force under the escort of the Fengtian Army and military police led by the assistant commander.

Such a commotion at the city gate naturally attracted the attention of the common people living on both sides of the Fengtian City gate. They didn't dare to look out at the gods fighting in the night sky ahead, for fear that they would become the mortals who suffered. But now that the Fengtian Army was entering the city, they could still join in the fun.

Especially when they saw a group of Kwantung Army soldiers who were trapped in the middle of the Fengtian Army led by the assistant marshal and dared not act rashly, they were also confused.

"Eh? What's going on? When did the Fengtian Army start fighting with the Japanese Kwantung Army?"

"I don't think so. I didn't hear any gunshots, and the parts of the Kwantung Army are all there."

"Then I feel like I have lost a battle, my parents have died, and I dare not raise my head."

"Don't mention it, this look is quite encouraging. These bastards can't be so arrogant now!"

More and more people gathered on both sides of the road, pointing and criticizing the Kwantung Army soldiers who were surrounded by the Fengtian Army. Although they did not understand Chinese, they could understand something from the expressions and actions of the people. However, they did not dare to do anything and could only passively accept the criticism and criticism from the people on both sides of the road in Fengtian City. If it were not for the Fengtian Army maintaining order, they would have been throwing vegetable leaves and rotten eggs.

The leader, the old Japanese soldier Kawamoto Daisaku, could understand Chinese and dared to show a ferocious expression to the people of Fengtian City, but he did not scare anyone.

He could only be passively led by the assistant commander in front of him until they reached an open space in front of him, where a black special car stopped. The person he wanted to kill, the leader of the Fengtian Army, the commander-in-chief of the security of the three provinces outside the Great Wall, the old commander was waiting for him accompanied by his son, and Wang Yi and his ten companions, who were standing behind the old commander and the young commander.

Around them were corpses covered with white cloths and a figure squirming on the ground.

"Thank you for your hard work, Minister."

"Old Marshal, Commander-in-Chief."

The assistant commander who dismounted also walked up to the father and son, saluted them, and then stepped aside.

The old marshal, leaning on a cane, walked step by step to the mastermind who almost got him killed. His smiling face formed a sharp contrast with the grief-stricken old Japanese.

"Staff Officer Kawamoto, I'm really sorry. I'm in such a bad condition that I can't walk too far. I can only let you wait at the city gate for a while. The assassination attempt on me has been resolved now. The remnants of the bandits are all here. There is still one alive. We urgently interrogated him and he said his name is Yaku Genichirō. I heard from the assistant minister earlier that you received a report that a Japanese named Yaku Genichirō disappeared in Fengtian City. Come and identify him to see if it is this person!"

The old commander had a smiling face and grabbed the old Japanese soldier who was about ten years younger than him. Kawamoto Daisaku felt the force on his wrist and was horrified when he saw the old commander. How could an old man who was seriously injured and dying from the explosion have such strength? They were deceived from the beginning? ! The old Japanese soldier couldn't think straight and was forced to be led by the old commander until he walked not far away and saw a figure in a sack crawling on the ground like a worm approaching.

The old commander gave a look, changed his clothes, and simply used the Golden Light Spell to repair the external injuries on his body. Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei also stepped forward. They waved their hands and a strong wind blew past.

The white cloth covering the bodies was blown away, revealing sixty bodies with varying degrees of mutilation but intact faces. The sack covering the figure was also broken into rags, and the figure inside was revealed in front of the old devil Kawamoto Daisaku. It was the Japanese master Yiren, Yaku Genichirō, who had been missing for some time.

This Japanese master was first defeated by Wang Yi, and then met Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi outside Fengtian City, who were secretly escorting the young marshal back to Fengtian.

If they really showed off their skills, Zhang Zhiwei could win, but he couldn't keep this expert. However, he thought he had found an easy target, and before he could use his skills, he was made into a specimen by Zhang Zhiwei's Yin Yang Five Thunders, and taken to the Marshal's Mansion. Wang Yi then threw him to Liu, a member of the Quanxing sect who followed him, and asked him to use this old man to improve his skills of bone-pinching and skin-painting, and see how to advance to the level of changing at will.

Fortunately, this old devil had a strong foundation and could withstand the torture. Apart from being turned into a human pig and his brain being tortured to the point of not working properly, he had no other problems.

After going through the whole process, Zhang Zhiwei achieved the first kill, the face man Liu improved his skills, and Wang Yi was able to join forces with the old coach to attack, it was a win-win situation for all three sides!

At this time, Yaku Xuanyilang, who had turned into a human pig, had long lost consciousness under the torture of Liu the Face Man. Not everyone could accept the process of seeing his hands and feet twisted and deformed and turned into a beast. Under all kinds of torture, the old devil no longer had the persistence of a cultivator and only wanted a quick death. As the sack on his head broke, he knew what he should do next.

"Go ahead, tell me who you are and what you want to do. Speak Chinese and loudly!"

The old Japanese soldier, whose eyes were gloomy and whose energy had long since disappeared, also began to speak like a puppet.

"My name is Yaku Genichirō, an elder of the Jiuju Sect in Japan. In 1912, I accepted the invitation of the Kwantung Army and led my disciples to open a second branch of the Jiuju Sect outside the Great Wall. In 1913, I accepted the commission of the senior staff officer of the Kwantung Army, Kawamoto Daisaku, and other Japanese natives to help him plan the assassination of the leader of the Fengtian Army, the commander-in-chief of the three provinces outside the Great Wall..."

"boom!"

Before the old Japanese soldier could finish his words, three gunshots rang out, each of which hit him in the head. He fell in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open and a hint of relief.

The person who fired the shot was naturally the old Japanese soldier Kawamoto Daisaku, whose face was already distorted at this time. The old marshal was also standing next to him, allowing him to shoot and kill people.

However, every time the old Japanese fired a shot, the reporters he had arranged in advance would light up the magnesium flash lights in their hands to capture the scene of him shooting.

Three gunshots and three flashes of light captured the expression of the old Japanese soldier, Daisaku Kawamoto, clearly at close range.

At the moment when the three flashes lit up, Kawamoto Daisaku reacted and was about to point the muzzle of the gun in the direction of the flashes, when he felt an invisible force controlling his hand holding the gun. Turning his head, he saw Wang Yi standing there, raising his little finger, controlling him, and he obediently put the gun back into the holster at his waist.

The old coach also spoke at this time.

"I didn't expect it. I thought they were Japanese ronin disguised as bandits seeking revenge, but I didn't expect them to be martial arts masters and extraordinary people from Japan. Did you accept the commission from Staff Officer Kawamoto? Or did you accept the commission from the Kwantung Army Headquarters? I think with your country's strength, it's not worth it to kill me like this, so this old guy must be framing me. But aren't you a little too hasty, Staff Officer Kawamoto? Are you trying to silence someone? Or are you trying to prove your innocence?"

The young marshal and Wang Yi and his group of ten people standing behind the old marshal were all watching the old marshal using such aggressive words to oppress the old devil Kawamoto Daisaku. The young marshal's son was shocked. He did not expect that his father, who always liked to talk about the ways of the world, would have such a domineering and overbearing side.

Wang Yi and his friends were overjoyed and admired the arrangement, especially the one that arranged for reporters to take photos on the spot to collect evidence, which was a killer move.

"Marshal, please believe in the friendship between our Great Japanese Empire and the Fengtian Army. Any move that dares to undermine the friendship between the Great Japanese Empire and the Fengtian Army, whether in our homeland or elsewhere, will be sanctioned by our Great Japanese Empire!"

"Okay, okay, okay, what Staff Officer Kawamoto said is very good and brilliant. Have you written it down?"

The old coach looked at the reporters he had arranged here. There were also Japanese and foreign reporters among them, but at this moment, facing the fifty-year-old man in front of them who was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, they didn't dare to breathe. They could only nod to indicate that they had taken note.

"Then put it in the newspaper tomorrow and publish what Staff Officer Kawamoto said along with the photo of him executing the Japanese ronin who disguised himself as a horse bandit. Okay, I won't bother you, Staff Officer Kawamoto, from going to appease the Japanese in Fengtian City. Minister, I'll leave it to you."

"Yes, I will give the details of what happened next to the commander-in-chief."

"I'm at ease with you doing the job, everyone, go back."

With the help of the young marshal, the old marshal slowly returned to the car and prepared to leave.

Wang Yi and his ten companions also protected the old marshal. Before leaving, Wang Yi turned around, made a knife-holding gesture to the old Japanese soldier and lightly scratched his stomach, then turned around and left with a smile.

Because he knew that once the newspaper with the execution and the old Japanese's so-called statement to prove his innocence was published tomorrow, a result more horrible than death would be waiting for this old Japanese. He now had only two choices.

One is to suddenly attack and kill the old marshal and the young marshal, and then capture Fengtian City directly.

Second, if he goes back and commits suicide now, he may be lucky enough to find someone to help him.

But what does this have to do with him? He is only one step away.

Wang Yi and his group of ten people also followed the special car and disappeared into the night.

That night, the mastermind behind the Huanggutun explosion to assassinate the old marshal was also in the Kwantung Army headquarters. Unable to find any kaishakunin to help him, he died in the pain of seppuku.

And just when he was about to die, the old marshal, after saying the last few words to his son in the car, returned to the Marshal's Mansion. He vomited blood in front of his son and several wives, and his old injuries flared up, and he died on the spot.

The young marshal, who had officially become the commander-in-chief of security in the three provinces outside the Great Wall, was not sad. At 11 o'clock in the evening of June 21, he announced the death of the old marshal.

And in accordance with the old commander's will, there was no need to keep the body or set up a mourning hall, and the funeral was held the next day.

　There is more at night!!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)