From their conversations, I realized that even the fact that "Grandma Land taught me the art of submersion" was part of Zhang Quanzhong's precise calculations, and its fundamental purpose was to help me infiltrate the enemy camp and assassinate.

"Mr. Xia, you must have thought that you were deceived and fell into Mr. Zhang's calculations. In a sense, this is true, but on the other hand, as long as the goal is just, then why should we care whether the means of implementation are reasonable and legal?"

I don't want to say anything more and I don't want to argue too much.

A group of people were waiting for me to come to the rescue, and I had to fight for it at the moment, instead of babbling about right and wrong.

"Very good, if it's convenient, remember to pay tribute to Mr. Zhang on my behalf, he deserves to be the 'No. 1 God Operator in Jiangbei', admire, admire. I said with a smile.

It's better to keep this sentence for you to say in person when you see him. You are all super thaumaturgists, and you are the mainstay of China's liberation, I believe that no crisis can trap the two. Okay, I'll be here, waiting for Mr. Xia's good news-" A bright smile bloomed on Jingguan Xiaowu's face, and for a while, it was incomprehensible.

I caught up with Grandma Land and followed the trail to the east.

It was clear that her steps had become extremely brisk, at least ten years younger. However, instead of being happy, she became angry and agitated, like a female leopard galloping for revenge.

About two kilometers east, Granny Land changed direction and turned slightly northeast.

"After crossing the mountain ditch in front of us, we went straight to the east, and we arrived at the garrison camp. I've scouted three times, and I've been able to use the submersible technique to get to the house where the chief lives. Grandma Land pointed forward.

She had stopped, and had no intention of moving forward.

"Shall I go by myself?" I asked.

She nodded, "Yes." ”

At this moment, there was still anger in her eyes, but there was another great fear.

"Are you afraid of the Japanese?" I asked again.

This is a very humiliating question, but if we look at the media news and the rumors of the people before the defeat of the Japanese invaders, we can understand that this kind of "fear" spread like an infectious disease from the three northeastern provinces of China to the south, all the way to Guangzhou and Hong Kong. When everyone and all newspapers were playing up the terrible "ancient city massacre, hundreds of people beheaded", most Chinese were frightened and regarded the Japanese invaders as "demons in human skin".

In the face of demons, the people naturally became afraid and did not dare to rise up to fight.

Grandma Land was silent for a while before nodding with difficulty: "Yes, I am eager for revenge, but as soon as I see the cold light on the sun flag and bayonet, my hands and feet are weak, and I can't even hold the dagger." I scolded myself, slashed my arm with a knife, and went to the grave to kill wild dogs to practice my guts...... It's useless, as soon as I think of the scene of the nineteen members of the Tu clan being dragged by the devil to the Changqing ancestral hall and beheaded one by one, I was so scared that I couldn't breathe. I'm useless, and the rest of the Tu clan are just like me, and they are scared when they see the devil soldiers...... We're all useless, even if we sneak into the devil's camp at this time, we won't be able to hurt a devil......"

I understand that in modern psychology, this is a terrible stress response that is very difficult to cure. Especially since she is still a woman, if even men dare not resist the sun flag and bayonets, what right do we have to ask women to carry knives to resist the Japanese?

"You're here, I'll go. I said.

People who know history are more tolerant of everything and will never sneer at the weak. This country belongs to the whole nation and all the people, and it is impossible to put the heavy task of resisting Japan and saving the country on the weak.

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Xia. Grandma Land's eyes were full of gratitude.

I walked against the wall, and was confronted by three five-man patrol squads, all of which dodged into the nearest house just in time to meet them.

For the last time, I was only fifty meters from the residence of the enemy commander to whom Grandma of the Land was referred.

I stood in the ruins of a half-collapsed roof, staring down at my feet.

The submersible technique is based on "thoughts" and supplemented by "body", and when the mind is reached, it can instantly turn Mount Meru into tiny mustard seeds. The reason why I was able to quickly grasp the essence of this thaumaturgy was due to the frequent encounters I had with different types of thaumaturgists.

The more I have seen, the broader and deeper my understanding of the way of thaumaturgy, reaching the mysterious realm of "one law, ten thousand laws".

I dived underground, moved seventy-five paces, and then floated silently, right in a large conference room with a portrait of the emperor on the front and military maps on three sides.

At this time, the conference room was empty, but in a small room at the end of the long table, the sound of Japanese men humming a minor key could be heard.

I quietly approached the door of the small room and picked up the Japanese saber that lay across the long table.

Young people living in New China and New Jinan have no fear of Japanese devils, only hatred. So, when I drew my saber with one hand, I was in a calm mood, and there was no tension at all about killing someone.

Jinan is a well-deserved city in the Central Plains, and it is also the main thoroughfare between the north and south of China. Jinan people are good at forbearance, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing, and the Republic of China have burned and extinguished again and again, extinguished and burned, but the people have always remained optimistic, and they are at peace with the situation, smiling at the rise and fall of the country.

In the past, those wars were civil wars between different ethnic groups in China, and they were family affairs, but this time, the island country of Japanese invaders went so far as to build artillery towers and set up sentry posts on the land of Jinan, trampling, teasing, and slashing the common people like pigs and dogs. This is something that can never be endured, and if you endure it, you will only be like the land grandmother and the Tu clan, who were frightened by the devils, bent their knees to survive, and became cattle and horses, losing the face of the 5,000-year-old ancestors of the Chinese nation.

"The Japanese deserve to die, and those who dare to annoy me China deserve to die and will die. I told myself lightly.

Immediately, I quietly slid into the small room.

The room, ten paces long and six paces wide, contained a marching bed and writing desk, and an old-fashioned washbasin stand on one side of the doorway, where a stocky Japanese officer was shaving in front of a mirror, humming a small tune intermittently.

He wasn't slow to react, and I flashed into the room, and the light dimmed before he turned his head alarmingly. Almost at the same moment, his right hand reached for the holster that was placed above the basin stand.

I didn't make any unnecessary movements, just grabbed the knife with both hands, and pounced straight forward, allowing the shimmering cold blade to sink horizontally into his ribs, and then expose the blade from the other side.

The Japanese officer was really fierce, he endured the severe pain in both ribs, pressed the holster with one hand, and drew the gun with the other.

I didn't allow him to struggle, and I continued to stride forward, pushing him with my blade and staggering sideways until I "nailed" him to the opposite wall.

He had already drawn his gun, but he only had one breath left in his body, and he didn't even have the strength to lift it.

"The first. I whispered to him.

Killing him can't change history, but if I break through the enemy camp and kill the enemy chieftain, it may be possible to help the land grandmother Chongshu to live with confidence, and it is also possible to save the life of Zhang Quanzhong's thaumaturgist, so that several thaumaturgies can be passed on and will not be broken under the butcher's knife of the Japanese devils.

Outside the house, the footsteps of the patrol were constantly heard, and every time someone passed by, a glimmer of hope lit up in the officer's eyes.

I kept my hands on the hilt and pinned him firmly to the wall.

Close at hand, I stared calmly into his eyes until the last glimmer of hope was extinguished.

Chinese are afraid of Japanese devils, this is the most real status quo. If a large number of thaumaturgists can stand up and kill the devils in fear, it will also make them afraid.

The majesty of the great country and the submission of the four seas are the word "afraid" that the barbarians from all directions obediently pay tribute.

I pity the grandmother of the land, and I also pity the part of the Jinan people who wagged their tails and begged for mercy under the Japanese bayonets. Their knees and waists are originally soft, they are good at kneeling to the enemy, and they are not worthy of being Chinese, Shandong, Jinan.

The officer was dead, and when I let go of the hilt, he fell limply against the wall.

I left the barracks and reunited with Grandma Land.

"Let's go, next. "I don't have the joy of success, and I only have sadness in my heart.

During the eight-year War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression from 1937 to 1945, if it had not been for the rise of great men, if it had not been for the United States government to drop two atomic bombs on the Japanese islands, if ...... So, many Chinese will still live in this great fear of the Japanese devils, how can they come to today's self-reliant New China and New Jinan?

"It's finished?" asked Grandma Land.

I was a little tired and just nodded, reluctant to respond to her.

"I knew you could do it, and Mr. Zhang also calculated that you are a master among masters, and if you don't make a sound, you will be ......a blockbuster," said Grandma Land as she walked.

I turned my head, not wanting to hear anything from her.

She was also amused, and immediately shut up.

"How many people in Jinan are afraid of devils?" I asked coldly.

"A lot, at least a half. At first, the common people were still clamoring in private to form a 'boxing team' and sneak attack the lone devil, but soon everyone found out that the devil was not a bandit and a grass bandit, let alone a common people, and even the regular army did not dare to approach the edge of the city. Gradually, the common people didn't have the strength to make trouble, so they just made do with it all day long, at the mercy of others. Grandma Land said.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, even the thaumaturgists were frightened, and the common people couldn't count on it.

By the time the sun was on the head, I had already completed two stabs due north and west, and had cleanly dealt with the other two senior commanders.

My actions were too secretive, and it wasn't until the third round of assassinations was over that the devils on the streets became chaotic. At that time, I had already taken Grandma Land back to the Tiegong Temple safely to meet Jingguan Xiaowu.

"None of the high-ranking officials of the devil came, and Mr. Zhang was drinking with seven local thaumaturgical masters. "Jingguan Xiaowu told me.

It immediately occurred to me that the Nine House Death Talisman alluded to nine people, and if there were only eight people at the table, then the calamity would continue to spread and affect the ninth. Most likely, this "ninth man" refers to the land grandmother.

There was a loud bang for feasting and drinking from the Tiegong Temple, all of which were in Jinan's local accent, and they were talking about some gossip about the wind and snow.

Some people don't know that death is coming, but Zhang Quanzhong knows it very well. He can calm down and deal with everyone, and this concentration is not simple.

"Now all we can do is wait slowly until dusk. Jingguan Xiaowu said again.

"When dusk comes, everything is relieved. This time, Grandma Land's tone was much more relaxed.

Jingguan Xiaowu glanced at her, smiled and nodded: "You're right, relief, a very, very good result." I can tell that you've broken the psychological shackles. ”

Grandma Di smiled awkwardly, straightened her clothes in front of Jingguan Xiaowu, and then bowed deeply to me and said "thank you" three times in a row.

I just nodded, and accepted her thanks calmly.

After killing the three enemy chieftains, Grandma Land didn't say much on the way, but her grateful eyes had clearly expressed her inner turmoil. She taught me the art of submersion, and then took me to the enemy camp and killed people with my hand, which was tantamount to avenging the Tu clan. As soon as the revenge was avenged, the heavy burden on her psychology was also removed.

"Of course you can afford her bow, maybe many people in Jinan should bow to you. Everyone, including the seniors who drank at the Iron Gong Temple, were frightened by the Japanese war knife, and they hated to hit an iron scarf to encircle their necks, or simply become a turtle with a shrunken head, for fear that one day the war knife would fall down and cut off the head of the good man. However, everyone has forgotten that if you really don't want to die, you have to stand up and grab the sword, and only by holding the war knife in your own hands can you really avoid death. Jingguan Xiaowu said.

Grandma Di was ashamed, and listened to Jingguan Xiaowu silently, unable to refute a word.