"Senior brother, how long does it take to train an elite soldier?"
Zhao Wen did not wait for Ma San to answer, but directly said the answer: "It requires at least three years of rigorous training!"
"And it takes twenty years to raise a young man who can serve as a soldier!"
"If senior brother holds such a firearm in his hand, can he kill a strong man holding a firearm?"
"I can kill without using firearms!" After practicing martial arts for so many years, if he doesn't even have this little bit of self-confidence, what's the point of practicing? Ma San's voice was full of arrogance.
"Kill one a day, that's three hundred and sixty-five a year!"
Zhao Wen's voice was very gentle, but with endless temptation, guiding Ma Sandao: "If senior brother summons dozens or even hundreds of the same martial arts practitioners, and each of them kills one person every day, senior brother will count one
How many can we kill in a year?"
Without waiting for the horrified Ma San to speak, Zhao Wen had already told the answer: "It's tens of thousands!"
"In the vast fields and majestic mountains, the agility and physical strength of our martial arts practitioners are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Hundreds of warriors can shoot and change places. Even if they come to thousands or tens of thousands at a time, they can still eat them all piecemeal.
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"Senior brother, do you still think that practicing martial arts is useless?"
Ma San's originally sluggish eyes shined brightly like a sharp blade, and his waist straightened instantly. He could find dozens of martial arts practitioners. Now he represents Master Gong Baosen in the martial arts world.
With such prestige, you can get a hundred responses every time you go out.
As for weapons, since this junior brother can come up with such a method, he can definitely get weapons.
Facing hundreds of thousands of Kwantung troops, he originally thought they were invincible, but now he found that from another angle, he could completely overlook them.
"What should I do with Master and Junior Sister?"
From the current Ma San's perspective, dozens of warriors armed with firearms are completely capable of running amok in the Northeast, but as time goes by, their traces will definitely be known, and then the master and junior sister will definitely be in big trouble.
"Since senior brother has made up his mind, I will take senior brother to see the weapons you will use in the future in a few days. As for master and junior sister, they can go to the casino. It belongs to another country and the Japanese army will not enter!"
The matter was decided in a few words. Seeing that Ma San was in high spirits and even a little eager to try, Zhao Wen smiled softly and turned back to the house.
He helped Ma San because he was an important supporting role in this world, and the warriors of this era, whose faith had been destroyed by modern weapons, were at a loss, so they turned to the Japanese army.
Of course, the more important thing is that Ma San has not defected to the Japanese army yet. Otherwise, Zhao Wen would have killed a traitor with a slap in the face, and he would not be able to talk to him.
Now that we have come to this era and are in the Northeast where hundreds of thousands of Kwantung Army troops are stationed, how could Zhao Wen remain indifferent? Ma San is a ruthless man. Such a person can definitely become a leader in guerrilla warfare, especially a team composed of a group of warriors.
The Kwantung Army’s nightmare.
The moment he entered the room, the last trace of internal energy disappeared from Zhao Wen's meridians. Zhao Wen could even clearly sense that the energy in the cells began to flow toward the blood, bones and five internal organs.
With a slight peristalsis of the intestines, all the food eaten disappears, the heart beats harder and harder, and with every beat, the color of the blood seems to become a little brighter.
Every time the lungs take a breath, a large amount of turbid air in the body is expelled.
More importantly, a tiny vortex is forming in Zhao Wen's Dantian.
The vortex rotates, and a stream of water-like Qi turns into liquid and slowly drips from the bottom of the vortex.
As soon as he thought about it, this drop of true energy immediately swam in a circle in Zhao Wen's meridians, like an arm moving his fingers!
"It turns out that this is the Beiming Qi that belongs to me!"
Although there is only one drop, under Zhao Wen's command, it can turn into dozens of filaments that surround the meridians of the body.
In the past, moves that only had no physical power at all were now in Zhao Wen's hands. Attacks on every part of the body can be accompanied by the whole body's internal force in the act of thought.
In the past, all the meridians were filled with internal energy absorbed from other people's bodies. When had Zhao Wen ever felt like this?
"Big money!"
Zhao Wen is now very sure that he will definitely make a lot of money this time he enters this world. It can be said that he has laid the most solid foundation for his future cultivation.
The aura that originally surrounded his body was gone after all the internal energy disappeared, but Zhao Wen now felt that his sensing range had far exceeded that of when he had hundreds of years of internal energy.
If he had not just arrived in this world and was not familiar with the surrounding environment, he would have wanted to rush to the Japanese camp and kill him to vent his excitement.
I suppressed this impulsive thought. Now my body has suddenly become stronger and I haven't fully controlled my power. If I really want to run over and face countless firearms, I am simply courting death.
After taking a few steps back and sitting on the bed, I heard a "click" sound, followed by a "pop" sound, and the bed board fell to the ground in two pieces.
He glanced at the bed at his feet strangely, took out a bucket of water from the stone door and drank it in one gulp, feeling the water he just drank disappear in his stomach instantly.
A large plate of meat appeared in front of him. After his body suddenly strengthened, his digestion capacity also increased greatly. However, after hundreds of years of energy filling it in, it was exhausted, and Zhao Wen did not feel a trace of hunger.
But since he sensed that his stomach was empty and he had a lot of food, Zhao Wen naturally wanted to fill his stomach first.
After a while, after a crackling sound, I came out of the toilet, quietly returned to my room, placed the bed that was broken into two parts on the ground, and then carefully lay down.
Although his stomach was still empty, Zhao Wen slowly closed his eyes as if he didn't feel it.
It is easy to eat food, and the body can digest all the food it eats in a short period of time, but as long as it is food, there will be residues. Thinking of the scene when he rushed to the toilet just now, Zhao Wen has decided in his heart that if he cannot find high nutrition
As long as he is not hungry, he will not eat as much as he did today.
Outside, seeing the lights in Zhao Wen's room go out, Ma San took a few steps forward, jumped out from the wall, and disappeared in an instant.
It was fine when there was no goal, but now that he had a goal, Ma San's heart was already burning. He wanted to gather the warriors he trusted in the shortest possible time and then tell everyone.
Even if there are hundreds of thousands of Kwantung troops, Ma San can still run rampant in the Northeast and is still the top powerhouse in this area.