Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 25: Dog Warlord Cao Ying
“Is it okay to write like this?”

In the military camp, under Wang's half-tempting and half-threatening words, Zhang Yi finally made a choice. He stabbed Cao Ying in the back and used Cao Ying, a small warlord affiliated with the Beiyang faction, as a token of his allegiance to the Northern Expedition Army in the south that was planning the Northern Expedition.

In order to make the Northern Expedition Army in the south trust him, he naturally had to send a reliable person to write down the seal representing his identity and the reason why he chose to betray Cao Ying at this moment.

The soldiers in the barracks were naturally untrustworthy, and the only person who could help him deliver the letter was his fellow apprentice Ma Feng.

After briefly explaining Cao Ying's troop deployment, weapons and equipment, as well as his impending bloodbath in Pucheng, Zhang Yi also showed the contents of the letter to Wang Yi.

After all, this whole thing is led by Wang Yi, and his junior brother Ma Feng is too honest and can't play these games.

"It's fine as long as you make your meaning clear, but Brother Ma Feng is still short of something to decorate your trip. If you are like this, you won't be able to see the people you want to see when you arrive. Colonel Zhang, do you have a military uniform?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi also took out the military uniform representing Cao Ying's troops and threw it to Ma Feng. He also handed his own pistol to his junior brother Ma Feng.

Looking at this perfectly fitting military uniform, Wang Yi and Ma Feng knew that Zhang Yi had always been thinking about his junior brother Ma Feng and had even prepared a military uniform for him. It was really a well-intentioned thing.

"Don't wear it now. Wear it when we get there."

"Okay, but Brother Wang, who should I look for when I get to that place called Huangpu?"

Ma Feng also asked a key question, which also stumped Wang Yi.

Who can I find? I can't just find Mr. or the Prime Minister, right? It's not like someone of Ma Feng's status can just go and see them.

After thinking about it, a name popped up in Wang Yi's mind.

"When you get there, find a soldier named Jiang, also known as Xiangyun. He should still be in the military academy at this time. He is probably four or five years older than me. Brother Ma Feng, remember, this trip will only take seven days. If it succeeds, it will take seven days. If it fails, it will also take seven days. This can be considered as a mission entrusted to you. As for the escort fee."

Wang Yi searched his whole body and took out the gold-plated pistol seized from Cao Shaolin.

"Although it's not pure gold, the shell is gold, so it can still be sold for a good price."

"Brother Wang has already paid for the escort. He helped me and my senior brother to make peace with each other and pointed out a clear path for my senior brother. That's all. I, Ma Feng, will definitely deliver the escort for you!"

Ma Feng now understood why Wang Yihui had kept him in suspense before he entered the military camp, saying that he would not have much time to reminisce with his senior brother.

Huangpu is in Yangcheng, and Pucheng where they are now is in the Fujian area. The two places are hundreds of miles apart. In the Republic of China where road transportation is extremely inconvenient, it is impossible to get there in less than ten days or half a month. But now time is running out, he must set off overnight, and even has to change horses and take the train, so he can't stay here and chat with Zhang Yi all night.

Ma Feng clasped his fists and saluted Wang Yi, then quickly walked out of the camp and ran out.

Wang Yi and Zhang Yi were the only ones left in the camp.

"Young Master Wang, I still don't quite understand what you said to your junior brother just now." Watching his junior brother working hard for his future, Zhang Yi regained his composure and asked Wang Yi a question.

"Don't call me young hero. In this world, heroes are really useless. Just call me little brother, just like Brother Ma Feng."

"Well, Brother Wang, why did you say just now that whether it succeeds or not, Ma Feng must come back within seven days?"

"If it works, the Northern Expedition Army and you, Colonel Zhang, will attack from both inside and outside to kill Cao Ying and bring Pucheng under the protection of the Northern Expedition Army in advance. If it doesn't work, I will attack the enemy camp alone and kill Cao and his son. But then the tens of thousands of people in Pucheng will have a hard time living here. We have to rely on you to gather your old subordinates, bring Brother Ma Feng and the Pucheng local security group, and escort the people of this city to the area where the Northern Expedition Army is."

At this point, Zhang Yi clearly understood that from the very beginning, Wang Yi had no intention of killing him.

No matter whether he agrees or not in the end, he will leave himself a way out and give himself a bright future.

He is gambling, and Wang Yi is also gambling. He is gambling whether he still has a conscience.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi could only bow deeply to the young man in front of him who was almost a generation younger than him.

"Forget about this kind of vulgar etiquette. Brother Ma Feng is working on this side. Colonel Zhang, you still have to cooperate with me on this side."

"But it doesn't matter!"

Wang Yi turned his head and laughed loudly at Zhang Yi.

"Lend me the guns in your camp to play with~"
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That night, in the dead of night on the streets of Pucheng, suddenly, a heavy object fell to the ground, accompanied by the sound of metal colliding, which woke up the sleeping Pucheng county residents and the local security team.

When the local security team leader Yang Kenan and a group of team members put on their clothes and walked out of the gate, they saw the streets were densely covered with guns and ammunition. They roughly counted them in the light of the fire and found that there were more than a thousand of them.

“What…what’s going on?!”

Yang Kenan was stunned at first, but quickly realized that the only person who could do such a thing in Pucheng was a young man named Wang Yi.

He had also heard that in Taoism there was a method called Five Ghosts Moving, which used one's own true Qi to nourish the spirits and let them help the caster to move the goods a hundred miles away. But wasn't Wang Yi practicing Reversing the Eight Directions? Was there such a method in Reversing the Eight Directions?
Of course not. The hundreds of guns and ammunition here were all moved by Wang Yi himself from the military camp ten miles away and airdropped onto the streets of Pucheng.

"Captain Yang, as you can see, since Cao Ying wants to massacre Pucheng, the people of Pucheng must be able to protect themselves."

Wang Yi's slightly panting voice came from above his head. Yang Kenan looked in the direction of the voice and saw that Wang Yi's face was pale and his clothes were wet with sweat.

Thousands of guns, plus ammunition, weighed nearly five tons in total. I carried them all the way from the military camp ten miles away and airdropped them here by myself, which really took a lot of my energy.

Although he majored in the Eight Directions Reversal and minored in the Three Reverse Life, both of which became a dual cultivation of life and death in Wang Yi's hands, after all, Wang Yi was only twenty years old this year. No matter how gifted he was or how powerful his golden fingers were, he still had to follow the basic rules. This trip of carrying five tons of guns almost broke his waist.

Not to mention, aliens are essentially glass cannons. Even a centenarian old Taoist priest in later generations could be broken by Lu Jin, not to mention a young man like Wang Yi.

It turns out you can get tired too.

Looking at Wang Yi's weak appearance at this time, Yang Kenan couldn't help but have this thought in his mind. Wang Yi's weakness at this time made him realize that the young man in front of him was just a guy in his twenties.

"But what if you throw the guns into the street? They have never handled guns before, how dare they resist Cao Ying's army?"

"Captain Yang, they have never held a gun, but they have seen people shoot and kill people. Even if they don't dare to shoot, it is good to have courage. It's late at night, Captain Yang, I'm going to sleep first, you should also go to bed early."

Without responding to the doubts of Yang Kenan, the head of the security team, Wang Yi practiced his skills, using the human body's magnetic field to act on himself and began to regulate his current state.

He turned around and went back to the guest room to rest.

Yang Kenan could only look at the guns and ammunition scattered all over the floor, sighed helplessly, and told everyone to go back to the house.

After one night, just as Wang Yi said, the guns and ammunition that were transported from the military camp had long disappeared, and all of them became guns in the hands of the people of Pucheng.

Yang Kenan, who got up early on purpose, looked at the empty streets and didn't know whether to say that what Wang Yi had done was right or wrong. The initiative was no longer in his hands.

After a night of breathing and rest, Wang Yi, who had changed his clothes, had fully recovered.

As usual, he went to the cell to take a look at Cao Shaolin, the son of a warlord whose ear he had knocked off. This guy, who had a hobby of killing people and gave himself the title of Young Marshal, was as surprised as if he had seen a ghost when he saw Wang Yi. He could only curl up in the corner of the cell and constantly threaten Wang Yi with weak words like "My father is Cao Ying".

Wang Yi didn't look at the clown again. He walked out of the security team's compound, looked at the empty streets, and smiled. His chances of winning were 60%.

After Wang Yi fired guns at the people, life suddenly returned to peace.

The people of Pucheng took the guns but did not make any noise and continued to live their lives. Wang Yi also acted as if nothing had happened and went to Tieniu Noodle House to eat noodles when he had nothing to do, as if the guns and ammunition scattered on the streets of Pucheng that night was just an illusion.

In the midst of this time, two days of the seven days Wang Ding had promised had passed, and the dog warlord Cao Ying, who was stationed in Shitou City dozens of miles away, finally led his army to Pucheng.
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"Snapped!"

Inside the military camp, the sound of a horsewhip breaking through the air was heard, and it hit Zhang Yi, who was half-kneeling on the ground, hard on the back.

"You fucking bastards! Why did I raise you? You can't even take care of my son. It's ok that you lost an ear, but you also lost more than a thousand guns! Do you think I don't dare to shoot you?"

The dog warlord Cao Ying was a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance, about 1.7 meters tall, which was considered tall in the Republic of China era. But judging from his appearance, he really didn't look like a warlord who was fond of killing people to establish his authority. For this, we can only say that a biting dog doesn't bark.

"Marshal, calm down. This matter is really not Colonel Zhang's fault. We have experienced the methods of that strange man named Wang Yi. He is not a human being at all! Although Colonel Zhang failed to take good care of the guns and lost them, he can't use all the guns by himself. They will only fall into the hands of the untouchables in Pucheng. Marshal, please think about it. What will happen if those untouchables who have never touched a gun in their lives get the guns?
If they took money, that's understandable, that's greed, but taking guns is rebellion, they don't have the guts to do that, Marshal. Please, Marshal, for the sake of Colonel Zhang's hard work and great contributions, let him make amends for his crime."

Beside Cao Ying, Yi Ren, who had been called away by Zhang Yi to deliver a letter to Cao Ying, also stepped forward to plead for Zhang Yi.

It’s not that he is very familiar with Zhang Yi. He and Lei Yue, the alien who was crushed to death by Wang Yi, have always been at odds with Zhang Yi, but in the final analysis, they all make a living under Cao Ying.

Now that one of them is dead, he has to come out to protect Zhang Yi, otherwise he will be the one in trouble.

"Master, calm down. It's my incompetence!"

Zhang Yi also knew Cao Ying's temper very well, so he didn't say a word of excuse, but just kept saying that he was useless.

Seeing Zhang Yi's tactful look, Cao Ying snorted and did not pursue the issue any further.

Although he is bloodthirsty, he is not stupid.

It's not like he hasn't seen other extraordinary masters around Marshal Sun before. They are even more powerful than the three he has recruited. He also knows that some extraordinary masters can indeed ignore bullets, but he didn't expect his son to be so unlucky that he ran into one when he went out to kill someone.

Sitting on the chair, Cao Ying pondered for a moment and asked.

"You said, can I conquer this guy called Wang Yi? What does he want, money, power, or women? I can give him all of them. With him around, I can go further even with Marshal Sun."

Zhang Yi and the other strange man looked at each other with embarrassed expressions, as they didn't expect Cao Ying to have such an idea.

If it were that simple, why would they go through so much trouble now?
Seeing that the strange man next to him didn't dare to speak, Zhang Yi decided to add fuel to the fire of Cao Ying, the dog warlord.

"Marshal, he wants you and the young marshal dead."

"He's looking for death!"

Hearing this, Cao Ying immediately became angry, slammed the table and stood up.

"Send the order, march to Pucheng. Zhang Yi, you will be the vanguard. I want to see how many bullets and artillery shells this alien Wang Yi can withstand!"

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