Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 268: Bulletproof Vest

This was a negotiation doomed to be fruitless, even though the Kwantung Army offered the young marshal the favorable conditions of retaining a certain degree of autonomy for the three provinces outside the Great Wall, as long as the major cities in the three provinces accepted the Kwantung Army's entry and controlled the major roads and ports in and out of the Great Wall.

Compared with the puppet regime of Manchukuo used to win over the hearts of people outside the Great Wall, this condition can be said to be very favorable.

But the young marshal's words of refusal were also very clever.

'Fuck you, I was the highest administrative and military leader in the three provinces outside the Great Wall before you Japanese started fighting. Even now, I am still the highest military and political leader in the three provinces outside the Great Wall. So you Japanese fought in vain, didn't you? You can call me Zhang Liuzi a playboy, a hopeless person, and a loser of land, but you can't call me a traitor, because my Zhang family can't afford to lose face like that.'

"Marshal Zhang, do you really think that with the addition of a powerful alien, Wang Yi, we won't be able to capture the last Fengtian City?"

"Whether you can capture Fengtian or not is something you Japanese have to consider, whether you can defend it or not is my business. As for how much you are prepared to pay in the end, how many people will die, whether the officers and high-ranking officers including you will commit suicide for the price, I don't know. We have known each other for a while, or I will be your kaishakunin for now? It's all death anyway, isn't it?"

'Marshal Zhang, I hope you won't regret it!'

"Fuck you, I regret a lot of things, but I don't regret this one. If you keep arguing here, I'll kill you right now. Do you really think that not killing envoys when two countries are at war will work for me? Let me tell you, I'm not killing a human, I'm killing a two-legged beast!"

Under the tough attitude of the young marshal, the envoy of the Kwantung Army fled from the Marshal's Mansion and got out of Fengtian City in disgrace.

On the gate of Fengtian City, Wang Yi also confronted a Japanese priest wearing black and white feather robe. The confrontation did not end until the envoy of the Kwantung Army left the city in disgrace.

However, during this confrontation, Wang Yi still stood with his hands behind his back like a master, the wind blowing his long gown, and he looked calm and relaxed.

However, the Japanese priest, who was more than two generations older than himself, was sweating profusely during the confrontation with Wang Yi. He only breathed a sigh of relief when the Kwantung Army came to leave the city.

He looked at Wang once or twice with envy, jealousy and hatred, then left in shame.

On the contrary, Wang Yi was somewhat disappointed. Looking at the other party's dejected figure leaving, he resisted the urge to attack.

"Tsk, I already said hello at dawn, and now it's noon, and you just came to help. Do you have to be so afraid of me?"

Standing on the city gate, his eyes swept towards the unknown corners outside Fengtian City one by one. Wherever his eyes reached, there was a rustling sound that gradually faded away from Wang Yi's ears.

Having gotten nothing in return, Wang Yi did not linger at the city gate and went downstairs.

Following Liang Ting, who had been waiting for him at the city gate, he entered the Marshal's Mansion and began to discuss the plan to attack the airport tonight.

Inside the Marshal's Mansion, the Young Marshal looked at the airport distribution map that Liang Ting had brought over and which was drawn by Wang Yi after he had specifically surveyed the Kwantung Army's military airports. Looking at the densely packed military aircraft drawn on the distribution map, he also had a look of loss on his face.

He finally understood the helpless feeling of his father when he was threatened by the Japanese ambassador to leave the country and made harsh remarks.

He can say harsh words, but after that, the reality is right in front of him, forcing him to accept failure at this moment.

"Gentlemen, here you are."

The lost look disappeared instantly after Wang Yi and Liang Ting came in, and Wang Yi did not see his lonely side.

He pointed to the hanging airport map and looked at Wang Yi.

"You two, in the next period of time, I will cooperate with the volunteers who are scattered in the three provinces to make a big noise, so that the Japanese will have no time to take care of other things. It is this airport, Mr. Wang, are you sure you can destroy it?"

"I have already gone to greet them at dawn. As long as the Japanese are not stupid, they will definitely dispatch their experts to prevent me from doing something that will scare them. You don't have to worry about the experts, I will contain them. But how to bomb them will depend on Brother Liang's command. After all, bullets have no eyes, and no matter how strong a flesh and blood body is, it cannot withstand a hail of bullets."

"That's true. Even the warlock's eight-door transport can't be kept open all the time. However, the more noise the young marshal makes, the higher our chances of success will be. But after blowing up the airport, don't you plan to stay in Fengtian?"

"Well, there are some things I need to confirm in the Japanese-occupied areas, and I also need to follow up with the Tang Sect to make sure. I asked them to come here to mess up the Japanese rear, not to die here. Marshal, you over here..."

"Mr. Wang, don't worry about me. As long as we can bomb this Japanese airport, without these planes harassing us in the sky, we can rely on the army alone. No matter how much the Fengtian Army cannot defeat them, they will be able to defeat the Japanese."

"But won't this harm the troops you have, Marshal? Even if you withdraw to the interior, your influence in the government will be much lower. How many of the 300,000 Fengtian troops are left now?"

"Well, my father was very thoughtful. Of the 300,000 Fengtian troops, 50,000 of them, led by my uncle, took my mothers and my elder sister back to the interior of the country and stationed in Tianjin. 100,000 either died in the war or surrendered, and another 100,000 were divided into small groups and became volunteers who fled to the land of white mountains and black waters. But that's not how it's calculated.

The 300,000 soldiers I have now are the elite soldiers left by my father after the two Zhi-Feng wars. If we count the soldiers who lost that year, my Zhang family actually has nearly 500,000 soldiers. The overall composition of the 100,000 volunteers is actually half of the soldiers I have now, and the old soldiers of the Fengtian Army who were re-employed by my father when he was still able to move. I was useless, so my father had to run around for a useless son like me in his last few years.

When I go to the underworld, I will personally kowtow to him and apologize. But in this way, I still have at least 100,000 elite soldiers in my hands, all of whom have survived a year of fighting in the blood of this war. Gentlemen, you should also understand that these soldiers who have seen blood and fought hard battles are different from ordinary elite soldiers, right?"

Wang Yi naturally understood this truth. Strong people are always made through fighting, not training.

Moreover, in this way, even if the young marshal was finally defeated and fled to the interior with only 150,000 soldiers, as long as the seeds of the organization were retained, blood was seen, and the old and the new were brought up, it would not be a problem for him to turn the Fengtian Army into a fighting force of 300,000 again.

His good elder brother would also send the young marshal to the northwest to work, and he would also participate in the first midnight pajama mountain climbing and cross-country race held by the young marshal specifically for him.

No wonder I received the old coach’s suicide note when I was in the United States.

Old Zhang has not had a peaceful last few years, and has been gradually making way for his eldest son and leaving some money for him. It's a pity to see all the parents in the world so loving.

While expressing his emotion, Wang Yi also looked at Liang Ting.

"Brother Liang, can you help lead the people I brought with me? After all, when it comes to the experience of aliens on the battlefield, I think you have the most in China right now."

"I don't have any problem, but I'm afraid they can't let go of their pride. If they don't make their position clear, then I might as well use the people I have. Although they don't have any magic, dragon and tiger power, or are invulnerable to water and fire, they can still be considered good players, so I feel more at ease."

"Then let them decide for themselves, Marshal. If you think it's okay, Brother Liang and I will go and make the arrangements first so that we can cooperate with you."

"Gentlemen, please do as you please. I understand military affairs, but you two should make the decision on this fight between strangers. I won't be the layman who guides the experts."

Look and listen, Baldy, why don’t you learn from your sworn brother?
After a brief discussion, Wang Yi and Liang Ting left the Marshal's Mansion.

But before leaving, the young marshal also made a request to Wang Yi. He had invited Wang Yi to go north to the pass to kill traitors on the list of people on the list. If convenient, the young marshal wanted Wang Yi to bring one person to him before the young marshal led his troops back to the pass.

As for who this person was, Wang Yi and the young commander knew it well enough so they didn't say any more.

As Wang Yi and his team left, the young marshal began to issue orders to the various units of the Fengtian Army, and began to prepare for war. In the courtyard where Wang Yi and his team were resting, the eighteen disciples of the Sanyi Sect and the three sorcerers of the Zhuge Family were already waiting here.

They are all cultivators, so they naturally do not need to rest for as long as ordinary people. Moreover, they have sharp ears and eyes, and when they hear the movements of the army outside, they know that there will be a tough battle to be fought next.

The previous gun test demonstration between Liang Ting and Shui Yun, a disciple of the Trinity Sect, also made them realize that it would not make much difference whether they were there or not on the battlefield.

Wang Yi arrived first, but they did not learn from Wang Yi about the role they would play on the battlefield. It was not until Liang Ting, Ma Benzai, and Zhang Xuan led the group of martial artists they managed and placed a bunch of strange objects in the yard that Wang Yi knew what Liang Ting, Ma Benzai, and Zhang Xuan from Mo Men had tinkered with in the past few years outside the Great Wall.

These three mechanical craftsmen, relying on their own experience on the battlefield, made bulletproof vests and bulletproof helmets that could only be made with technology from the 40s or even the 60s?!
Squatting down, Wang Yi checked these hand-made bulletproof vests and bulletproof helmets one by one.

To be honest, judging from its appearance, it is very different from the bulletproof vest I imagine.

And they all have very obvious personal styles. For example, Liang Ting, who holds two mechanical talismans in his arms, is from the Mo Jin Rou Gu sect. There are obvious talisman stripes on his works, and they are connected by silk threads made with special techniques, a bit like a golden jade suit.

However, Ma Benzai of Tiangongtang and Zhang Xuan of Momen have similar styles, with modular designs.

But the most amazing thing about this thing made by the three is that it can cover the whole body and it is lightweight. Together with the clothes, pants and helmet, it weighs only five kilograms.

A practitioner can treat this weight as if it is nothing.

In order to let everyone know how powerful this thing they made is, Wang Yi tried it himself this time and was fired upon by three common light and heavy machine guns: the Type 38 rifle, the Type 99 rifle and the Maxim machine gun.

By the way, I also experienced the real feeling of a grenade exploding in my arms.

After a series of tests, the test samples became damaged and could no longer be used.

But it did open Wang's eyes.

Things like bulletproof vests have existed since ancient times, but they were called armor in ancient times. The industrial level was there, and not every wealthy family could afford something like armor. That's why no one cared when people used knives and guns. Privately storing armor and crossbows was the punishment in the Nine Clans Candy Crush Saga.

Around the time of World War I, we entered the industrial age and with the improvement of productivity, there was naturally a lot of relaxation in this regard. During World War I, some people began to develop bulletproof vests.

It was not until the 40s that the technology of bulletproof vests was significantly improved, becoming lighter and more bulletproof.

But no matter how bulletproof it is, it can only be protected against shrapnel, stray bullets, or sniper attacks. If you really want it to be like Iron Man and stand there and take a beating with no problem, then you are thinking too much.

And even if it is bulletproof, the kinetic energy of the bullet hitting it is not so pleasant to bear. Breaking one or two ribs is normal. But when it comes to life, what does one or two broken ribs matter?

But this one, the bulletproof capability of the Type 38 rifle is AA+. It cannot break the defense without firing hundreds of rounds. As for the kinetic energy of the bullets, it is dissipated to the level of a punch from a child.

The Type 99 rifle was similar, and it was not until the Maxim rifle was shaken that it showed any signs of weakness. However, during this period of time, it was enough for a well-trained alien soldier to take down such a heavy firepower point.

Even if a grenade explodes in my arms and loses its effect, at least I can keep my body intact, right?

"The three of us work together to carve the talismans, forge the steel at the Mohist School, and hammer at the Tiangong Hall. We can barely make three pieces a month, and we have to consider the cost of starting all over again if something goes wrong. From the time I stayed in Fengtian until now, including the reserves, I only have about 300 of these things. Forget it."

As if he saw what Wang Yi was thinking, Liang Ting quickly poured a basin of cold water on him.

The principle behind this is both simple and difficult. All the problems with materials were compensated by Liang Ting and his team by using the nourishment of true Qi and the carving of talismans, which is somewhat similar to the methods used by the Master of Objects, Liuyun Sword and other sword immortal schools.

Liang Ting has also realized clearly in recent years that the means that have been passed down to the present day from the aristocratic families of the extraordinary sects are certainly not bad, but they cannot be mass-produced in an assembly line manner. They are okay for fighting in small local battlefields and small battles, but if they are put into a large battlefield, they will not be able to accomplish anything without cover.

"But even so, it is still a masterpiece, Brother Liang. Compared with yours, the Tang Sect's black-tailed armor is far inferior."

"Every profession has its own specialty. Although the Tang Sect has the means of refining weapons, the black-tailed armor is only for defense and is mainly for attack and killing. Swords, guns and bullets are difficult to injure, but it does not mean that gravity and blunt weapons are useless. Everyone, I have brought the tools to save your life on the battlefield, but if you want to accomplish great things, we cultivators' methods will be put aside for now. Those are the hard truths. Moreover, this can only save your life temporarily. Whether you do it or not depends on whether you want to and want to listen."

He pointed to the submachine guns, grenades, fifteen mortars and several boxes of grenades on the other side.

It can only be said that the young marshal was very sincere. As for the submachine gun, even the young marshal only had one in his guard regiment, and the others still had rifles as a minimum.

The eighteen disciples of the Trinity Sect looked at each other. Shui Yun stepped forward and bowed to Wang Yi.

"Let's go. Can this battle help us enter the third level?"

"What are you thinking? The trials between life and death can only help you understand where the threshold of the third level is. But to enter, you haven't even completed the second level yet, and you want to enter the third level? Moreover, it is still unclear whether a war can help you. At most, it can allow you to have a deeper understanding in this second level. Who knows, when you enter the third level in the future, you will know which direction to try to go in the future."

Wang Yi didn't want to write them a blank check, so he told them the truth directly.

Shuiyun also pondered for a moment, walked to the displayed weapons and picked up the submachine gun.

"In that case, I, Shuiyun, will follow you to go and explore the Japanese's dangerous places. My fellow apprentice brothers, Changqing, what about you?"

"Brother Shuiyun, please don't underestimate us. The reason why the fifteen of us followed the two brothers to the capital was that we were prepared to die. This is also the first principle that Master taught us before we entered the sect. A cultivator must be honest to himself. A cultivator values ​​life the most, but there is also a saying that if you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening. This three-fold path forward may not necessarily be achieved by the fifteen of us. It's just that spearmanship is not easy to practice."

"It's okay. Didn't we just tell you before we set out? We are born again, and our dragon and tiger powers are unrivaled. We can't shoot accurately with guns, but we can throw grenades, whatever kind of grenade, a short distance away, but it's still farther than a bullet and can explode wider."

Changqing's words made Wang Yi, who was standing beside him, nod his head frequently. It had a bit of the flavor of the Rabbit Family in later generations.

What era is this? Who the hell still wants to play the precision sniping game with you? I know your approximate location and I’ll cover you with firepower. I’ll blow you to death!
Now, with the support of the Fengtian Army, we can still fight a few battles with sufficient firepower. But there will be fewer and fewer battles in the future, so the gaming experience must be maximized.

"Haha, it was said before that the Sanyi Sect is the most mysterious sect in the world. Since the immortal Daying, all the disciples have been role models of self-cultivation. Today, I see that it is quite different. In this case, how can my Zhuge lineage fall into the legacy of our ancestors? My three brothers also want to see what our strange sorcerer can do. Mr. Wang, you talk and we do. Whoever makes trouble, we will help you deal with him."

"Thank you very much, everyone. Since you are all ready, it is still early, and you should practice your weapons first. When night falls, I will take you to meet the Japanese aliens and let these pirates know that even though our great China is poor and weak now, it is not the turn of a small country like them to point fingers at our land. Let us first ask them for a blood debt!"

"Haha, Mr. Wang's words really cheer me up. Have you prepared all the food and drinks before we leave?"

"Enough!"

(End of this chapter)