Chapter 42
"Commissioner Zhao, let's go, let's take a few brothers to have a look."

Li Yunlong couldn't sit still immediately.

In the Jinchaji theater, there are actually third-party forces other than BLJ and ZYJ.

Moreover, this force actually wiped out 200 elites trained by Yamamoto!
This is incredible.

"Could it be bandits from the border?"

Commissar Zhao is someone who has seen the world. He knows that there are many bordering countries on the border between Yan and Huang.

"Let's go, if you don't believe me, just go over and have a look? Brothers are all assembled!"

Kong Jie on the side shook his head, gathered 60 or [-] people, and followed Li Yunlong to the prisoner-of-war camp.

"waste!"

"It took so much manpower and material resources to train these 200 people, and it's just lost like this!"

"Where is Yamamoto?"

In the headquarters of the First Army of the Japanese Army stationed in Xishan, a middle-aged man in a yellow leather military uniform with a big belly, glasses and a samurai sword on his waist looked at the several subordinates in front of him and became furious.

"Taijun, when we arrived, there was an Eighth Lu Army squad there. There was a brief exchange of fire between the two sides, and the other side retreated."

A Japanese officer with a mustache, his head almost lowered to the ground, said in fear. "Commander, Commander. There are only 199 corpses in the prisoner-of-war camp, and there is no Colonel's, it is estimated."

After Kameda Taro received the telegram, he took people to the prisoner-of-war camp in a military vehicle, but did not find the body of Da Zuo. He estimated that Da Zuo was captured.

He also knew Yoshio Youzuka's temper, once he knew that Da Zuo had been captured, someone would definitely suffer.

"Captured?"

Youzuka Yoshio's expression changed, and he said angrily. "How many people are there?"

"Taijun, according to the footprints of the march, it is estimated that there are no more than 200 people." Kameda Taro's voice became lower and lower, and he felt ashamed.

200 people against 200 people!

You know, Yamamoto is not leading the ordinary 200 people. If these 200 people are properly coordinated, there is no problem with 1000 people.

The entire army was wiped out like this.

This is simply losing the face of the Japanese people!
"200 people against 200 people, Yamamoto-kun is still captured, are they all eating dry food?" Youzuka Yoshio changed his expression when he heard this. "Call me a battalion of troops and drive to Wanjia Town. These 200 people must be wiped out!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

In the early morning, two figures sat at the east end of the abandoned village.

Both of them sat cross-legged in meditation, talking from time to time.

"Brother Fang, do as I do."

"First exhale through the mouth, then touch the upper palate with the tongue, close the mouth, and inhale deeply through the nose, the breath is slow, fine, even and long."

"While inhaling, intend to breathe into the lower abdomen until the lower abdomen is full and bulging."

"Finally open your mouth and inhale. After a long time of practice, you can make your breath last longer. Over time, you will have a sense of qi in your body." At the east end of the village, on a big rock, Wei Dayong was taking the trouble to explain this martial arts practice to Fang Chen bit by bit.

"Brother Fang, your cultivation method is much better than mine, but compared with the cheats in Shaolin, it is much inferior." Wei Dayong gave Fang Chen some pointers, and sat on the sidelines himself I went to practice.

"Breathing in, intending"

Fang Chen sat on the side, and started to practice according to the method Wei Dayong said.

Time passed, and gradually, the sun rose several feet high.

Just when Fang Chen was about to finish his work, he suddenly took in a breath, and then intended to send it to his lower abdomen.

"Om!~~"

Suddenly, a gentle air flow rose from his lower abdomen!
Following Fang Chen's thoughts, he slowly moved to his right hand.

"Qi, I finally developed a sense of Qi!"

Fang Chen stood up abruptly, saying with great joy in his heart.

This is what he dreamed of.

"Really? Congratulations!"

Wei Dayong opened his eyes and looked at Fang Chendao.

"Ok?"

Fang Chen suddenly felt his anger disappear again.

"Come again!"

Fang Chen was extremely excited, he wanted to strike while the iron was hot, to consolidate this strength, but after dozens of attempts, there was still no energy left, so he stopped practicing immediately.

"Brother Fang, it's a good thing to have a sense of aura. Although it disappears, as long as you persevere, you will definitely succeed!" Wei Dayong encouraged from the side.

"By the way, it took me three years to practice this. At that time, I remembered that I found a Polygonum multiflorum plant on a cliff. After eating it, I successfully practiced Qi Sen within a few days!"

"And it's a very coherent sense of qi. Unlike you, after the qi dissipates, if you want to raise it again, you need to practice a lot."

While explaining to Niu Bi, Wei Dayong punched a set of long fists.

"Hey, Dayong, I heard you said that after eating Polygonum multiflorum, you can cultivate internal energy. This shows that Polygonum multiflorum is a good thing! Not only is it a great tonic, but it can also help martial arts practitioners develop a sense of Qi as soon as possible!"

"Brother Fang, you are so smart, my master said so too." Wei Dayong said with a silly smile.

"He Shou Wu, ginseng and other great tonics can help me to condense the sense of qi as soon as possible."

After hearing Wei Dayong's words, Fang Chen's heart became alive.

Making so much money by myself is nothing more than wanting to take my life to a higher level.

However, life is better, money is available, and strength is required.

Do guns count?
Calculate!
Does the means count?
That counts!
However, if a person wants to be strong in the end, he must be strong in his own strength!
Instead of relying on the strength of foreign objects!

If you develop a sense of Qi, you will initially touch the edge of the threshold of martial arts!

"It seems that I am here not only to snatch the gold and other materials that the islanders took from the Yanhuang land, but also to hurry up and buy some ginseng, Polygonum multiflorum, etc., to assist in the practice of closing qigong!"

"Brother Fang, we've been here for three days, shouldn't it be time to go out and do some activities?" Seeing that Fang Chen didn't speak, Wei Dayong had no choice but to raise the topic.

In the past few days, he was just practicing and practicing, and he felt extremely bored.

"Alright, it's time to go out."

Fang Chen nodded.

The period of the Anti-Japanese War happened to be about 40 years. At this time, the air quality in Northeast China and other places was still very high. The age of sealwort, Polygonum multiflorum, and ginseng were also relatively high. If you pay a high price, you can definitely buy it!

"At that time, with these things, will you still worry about not being able to develop a coherent sense of aura?"

Fang Chen thought of this and shouted outside.

"Big soldiers, assemble!"

With a whistle, 200 big soldiers assembled.

Each of them held a submachine gun in their hands, looking extremely mighty!

Suddenly, a terrifying robot galloped from a distance.

The long spider legs cut off the weeds on both sides of the road. The robot came to Fang Chen's side, and made a chirping sound. Fang Chen looked forward, and his expression couldn't help but change!
"Has the devil's brigade come to mop up?"

 Thank you Dixing Hunshang for your reward, thank you God for your reward!Thanks!
  There are too many things at the end of the year, there is only one change today, sorry
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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