Rise From Eight Hundred

After a full quarter of an hour, the man in hemp clothes suppressed the huge sadness in his heart and turned his eyes to the old man with a sad face again.

"How did Benyi die in the battle? Who killed him? What do you need me to do to call me back?"

"Yes, my second grandson, Fujiwara Benyi died at the end of the Jinshanwei landing battle three days ago, but Benyi was a true samurai. He did not bring shame to the empire, nor did he discredit our Fujiwara family." The old man lowered his head slightly, as if he did not hear the series of questions from the man in hemp clothes, but muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he looked up at the man in hemp clothes, and his somewhat feminine voice suddenly became sharp, "But the Chinese are too cruel. They could obviously exchange prisoners of war to save their lives, but they still chose to chop off his head, so that his soul could not return to his hometown, and gave his sword as a trophy to the lowly Chinese soldiers. This is something that my Fujiwara family cannot tolerate."

The hard muscles on the man in hemp clothes twitched violently, showing that he was extremely uneasy at the moment.

After a long while, the man in hemp clothes calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for your notice, Grandpa. I will leave for China immediately to find the Chinese who killed Benyi and kill him to avenge Benyi. I will also retrieve Benyi's sword and place it in front of his spirit tablet to let his soul return."

A trace of joy flashed across the old man's sad face. This should be the first time that his eldest grandson called him grandpa since he agreed to marry another son. Is this also an opportunity for this eldest grandson with outstanding ability to return to the family to serve?

To be honest, for this old man who was once a high-ranking official, because of the outstanding achievements of his eldest grandson Fujiwara Zhanxiong in martial arts, he has already regretted what happened back then. If he had not left the family, with his ability and the help of the family, he would at least be a major general or major general now, and his future achievements would be limitless.

However, before the old man could speak, Fujiwara Sen'o said, "But this does not mean that I will join the Imperial Army as you wish. It is not because I still hate my family for what happened in the past, but because I will never fight for the so-called holy war.

A true warrior should pursue the ultimate in martial arts and break through the limitations of the flesh, rather than wasting his life in meaningless battles. Big ships and cannons can destroy a country and nation, but can they really conquer a country and nation? Especially for a civilization that was thousands of years ahead of my country, Japan, you think too simply.

The eighteen judo masters from the Ushijima Dojo that you arranged just now were also to test whether I am as the outside world says! I believe that I should have passed your test."

The old man shook his head slightly with some bitterness, obviously not agreeing with the words of his eldest grandson.

The honor of the Fujiwara family needs to be maintained. No one can kill the direct descendants of the Fujiwara family and continue to live, whether he is Chinese or Japanese, otherwise, such things will continue one after another.

Blood for blood, this is also the foundation of the Fujiwara family's thousand-year-old political arena. Fujiwara Sen'o is the most suitable candidate to accomplish this.

However, no matter how powerful the cold weapon is, how much use it has in the face of gunfire and rain of bullets. He has already lost a grandson and does not want to lose another one, even if he is no longer under the control of the family.

"The North China Expeditionary Force has tried its best to collect all the information about the murderer who killed Motoichi, but you must join the North China Expeditionary Force and act with their resources and power. Otherwise, you don't have to go to China. The Fujiwara family cannot afford the loss of the most outstanding heir." The old man's face returned to calmness and looked at the eldest grandson who was unruly and a little arrogant.

Fujiwara Sen'o's eyes flashed, but he remained silent. After a moment, he finally took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay! For Motoichi, I promise you."

"This is all the information about the Chinese man. Grandpa is waiting for you to bring back Motoichi's sword at home." After the eldest grandson made a promise, the old man took out a piece of paper from his wide sleeves and handed it to Fujiwara Sen'o.

Fujiwara Sen'o took the information, bowed slightly, and turned away.

Then, with the elites selected from his master's dojo, Fujiwara Sen'ao boarded a battleship and arrived in Tsu City. He accepted the appointment from the North China Expeditionary Army and served as the captain of the left center of the special forces directly under the headquarters of the front army. Most of the 120 soldiers under his command, except for the samurai he brought, were elites selected from various divisions.

The task of the special forces is to lock in and lurk behind the enemy through intelligence to kill important Chinese commanders, or destroy important material bases. This trick was learned by General Terauchi Hisaichi from the sniper killing of Lieutenant General Nakatani Hisao by a lurking gunman in the Battle of Songjiang.

What the Chinese can do, the Japanese can do, and they can do better. This is also a reflection of the extremely strong learning ability of the Japanese.

The "Assassination of Zheng" plan, which has been prepared for more than a month, is the first battle since the establishment of the special forces.

The special forces responsible for the execution would not have dispatched captain-level figures like Fujiwara Sen'ao, but Fujiwara Sen'ao believed that in this first battle, he must personally cut off the head of a Chinese Army General as a memorial.

But no one expected that he would encounter a family feud here.

He had read Tang Dao's information at least ten times. Others only saw his fox-like tactics and amazing fighting spirit, but Fujiwara Sen'o was the only one who saw Tang Dao's terrifying fighting power.

The information showed that the murderer who killed his brother could almost always decide life and death with one move, turning such a complicated matter as killing into such a simple thing. He was a killing machine that was much more terrifying than the so-called martial arts masters and fighting masters.

He knew very well that if Tang Dao was at the base of the Four Elements Regiment or under layers of protection, even if he was powerful, he would not be able to kill him.

Originally, Fujiwara Senzuo, who had regained his composure, had planned to temporarily give up seeking revenge and continue to implement the 'Assassination of Zheng' plan, but unexpectedly today, it was suddenly reported that only three people in Tang Dao were traveling with three women. Would he let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity pass? Pass? …

"Creak!" There was a sound from the door.

Standing at the window, Senao Fujiwara's eyes gradually cleared up and he woke up from his memories.

A prim-looking man walked up to Fujiwara Senzuo and knelt on the ground, and whispered: "Your Excellency, Takeda Shaozuo reported that the target is moving to the fifth position designated by you. If nothing happens, we can take action. ”

Fujiwara Battle turned around slowly, the look of anger on his angular face had long since disappeared, and he revealed a secretive smile of joy, and said softly: "Okay, then I, Fujiwara Battle, will go and meet several great men who can kill me." The Chinese Kung Fu of the Chinese Colonel of the Imperial Japanese Army, I hope he will not disappoint me.”

The joy on Fujiwara Senio's face when he woke up from his memories was quite strange. It gave his subordinates who knelt in front of him the feeling that he was not chasing an enemy who killed his own brother and was about to get revenge. Rather, it was filled with the joy of meeting a master who could rival oneself.

This is obviously inconsistent with everyone's previous understanding.

Yes, that's exactly it.

As a person whose pursuit of the martial arts realm is almost abnormal, the 28-year-old Fujiwara Senzuo has been hard-pressed to find an opponent among those under the age of 40 in Japan.

He left his family at the age of thirteen to practice martial arts under Master Shizumo Yagyu, the most mysterious sect in Japan. In just five years, the 18-year-old Senio Fujiwara defeated all the true disciples of Japan's 16 major sects in a row. No one was like him. Ten enemies.

Sentou Fujiwara is famous!

But Fujiwara Senzuo continued to practice hard. Until three years ago, Fujiwara Senzuo went to the dojo where Japan's number one fighting master Ushijima Tatsukuma was to seek advice. Because this was a private consultation, no one knew the result, but in ten minutes he changed his name from person to person. The fighting master of Kiushijima came out almost intact, which already shows his strength. More importantly, the sword is his real weapon, not just the judo technique of fists and feet.

At that moment, Fujiwara Senzuo's status as the number one among contemporary young people in Japan had been established, and he was hailed as a martial arts genius that Japan has not seen in a century.

After three years of training again, he became even more terrifying. No one could challenge him in a one-on-one battle. Even if his grandfather wanted to test his martial arts skills, he specially invited 18 true disciples of the number one Japanese judo disciple to compete with him. war.

It can be said that Fujiwara Senzuo has reached an extremely high level in terms of martial arts, not to mention that he can see all the small mountains, but he is also a master among masters.

Such a person has such a tenacious martial arts heart. The death of his brother did leave an indelible scar in his heart, but no one knew that it was Fujiwara Senzuo's deliberate act.

Originally, with his strength, he could completely turn this deep sorrow into water flowing through the bluestone through his persistent pursuit of supreme martial arts, and it would be traceless in the blink of an eye, but he did not, and instead relaxed his mind and allowed it to happen. The sadness stung his heart beyond measure, leaving a scar that was difficult to heal on the originally tough martial arts heart.

Martial arts is like climbing a mountain. The closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more difficult it becomes. After three years of hard training, Fujiwara's progress in martial arts is no longer as rapid as it was when he was young. Fujiwara himself knows that if he follows this progress, , even if he was given another twenty years, he still wouldn't be able to reach the state he wanted.

So, at the moment he learned of his brother's death, he made a decision to let go of his heart and let his grief rage. He actually tried to be sad first and then heal his heartache, which would be considered a masochistic way for ordinary people to strengthen himself. The heart of martial arts.

And the best medicine to heal a broken heart is, of course, the enemy who killed his own brother with his own hands.

When Fujiwara Senzuo saw Tang Dao's information and learned that he was also a master who had killed five imperial warriors in a row in hand-to-hand combat, he was extremely happy. The stronger the opponent, the stronger the effect of the medicine.

Fujiwara Senzuo knew very well how powerful the combat effectiveness of five fully armed Imperial Army soldiers was. One fully armed Imperial Army soldier might not be able to match a judo master, but the combat effectiveness of five Imperial Army soldiers who had a tacit understanding of fighting and were armed with spears Definitely surpassing the same number or even more judo masters.

It can be said that from the moment he rushed to China, his desire to use the 'good medicine' of Tang Dao to continue to strengthen his deliberately damaged martial arts heart had already exceeded his desire to avenge his brother.

Now that he is about to get his wish, how can Fujiwara not be happy?

Fujiwara Senzuo walked forward and took out the various clothes that had been prepared from the wardrobe, including clothes, shoes, and swords. All his movements were meticulous.

Horror flashed in the eyes of the stern-faced man. In his memory, Fujiwara Senzuo had never been so serious. Is that Chinese colonel worthy? …

I don’t know whether he is worthy or not, but the Chinese colonel who is remembered by many Japanese is very depressed at this time!

Shopping with one woman can completely destroy a man, let alone three women.

The three women have completely different educations. A woman from a traditional Chinese family, one majoring in liberal arts, and one engaged in physics research, miraculously found common ground in shopping. One is looking for goals, one is a counselor, and one is in charge. Make up your mind and don't cooperate too well.

It seemed as if they had collectively forgotten about eating at the famous steamed pancake restaurant recommended by Tang Dao. From headwear to all kinds of clothes to powder and rouge, they bought a lot. Carrying large and small bags, Tang Tuanzuo felt that he could open a grocery store.

Tang Tuanzuo actually wanted to yell, "Are you guys going to stop?"

On the contrary, Leng Feng and Erya had a much higher tolerance than Tang Tuanzuo. Leng Feng seemed to have taken the wrong medicine. His cold face was so gentle that Tang Dao felt a little "disgusted", and Erya smiled most of the time, and occasionally accompanied the three women to bargain

Of course, Tang Dao had no chance to kick the "traitor" among the two men away, nor did he shout out loud, even though he was almost as tired as a single-handed duel with a guard company of the 20th Legion.

The reason was that Tan Tai Mingyue's face was rarely filled with a happy smile, and this smile had never appeared since her battle in Guangde.

As the captain of the medical team, Tan Tai Mingyue had to face the wounded soldiers who died in helplessness every day. In front of death, some people cried and begged for help, some people gently called for their mothers, and some people were desperate and silent. The cruelty of countless life and death was presented to a girl who was only in her early twenties. She was desperate but powerless. The feeling of powerlessness in the face of death was undoubtedly more cruel than the battlefield full of war.

She would occasionally smile at the repeated cruelty, but there was still sadness in her gentle eyes.

That made Tang Dao feel distressed. He knew that no matter how strong he and the Four Lines Group became, it was still difficult to heal her heartache. It was almost a permanent injury.

The only thing that could heal her was a bright and beautiful future, with eagles flying in the sky, warships cruising in the East China Sea, the South China Sea, and the Pacific Ocean. China was no longer the China of this time, and those sacrifices would eventually be rewarded.

But that would require a long wait, and nothing could be accomplished overnight.

Now, it was rare for her to be happy, so how could Tang Dao bear to interrupt her little happiness? Let her stroll for a while!

Tang Dao certainly didn't know that the reason why Tan Tai Ming Yue felt happy was not because of shopping, but because she enjoyed the fact that there was finally such a day. Even if there was no spring breeze, no warm spring sunshine, no military intelligence, no gunfire and rain of bullets, Tang Dao was by her side. That was enough, and it was very happy.

Yes, Tan Tai Ming Yue didn't want much, just peace and tranquility, and the one she loved was by her side.

But even this, for people of this era, is just a luxury.

Of course, compared to Tang Da Tuan Zuo, who had been exhausted and depressed, there were actually many people who were more tired than him.

The target had already circled around the door of the No. 5 target they estimated three times, but he didn't enter the door three times, and just wandered around some simple shops nearby.

Yoshikawa Sadaza, the Japanese young left who was left in Zhengzhou City to command on the spot, revised the plan three times in a row and changed it back. If it weren't for the fact that the second person in the North China Front's secret service agency was calm enough, his scalp would be scratched.

Fortunately, perhaps Tantai Mingyue had already finished her happiness, or perhaps she had seen Tang Tuanzuo's bitter face and was almost at the limit of endurance, so she finally rejected the proposal of the two "crazy" women to continue shopping. With Tang Tuanzuo's face suddenly smiling like a chrysanthemum, she walked into the "Ge Ji Braised Pancake Shop" which had been established for nearly 20 years and would have the name of a century-old shop in the future.

Tang Dao had been to Zhengzhou before and had a meal at this braised pancake shop. When braising the pancake, the pot was covered with green vegetables, and then the pancake strips and jar meat were put in, and the soup was added for a while. The meat was fragrant and mellow, fat but not greasy, and the pancake was soft and delicious. In addition to pork soup, the soup used for braised pancakes also used chicken soup and duck bone soup, so the braised pancakes were soft, fragrant, not greasy, and fresh and refreshing.

This left a deep impression on Tang Dao, so when he was chatting with Lao Jia and others, he specifically asked Lao Jia about it. As a result, it was really at the original site, so he chose this place for lunch.

The Japanese spies were really good. They even found out this detail and made such a judgment when Tang Dao walked towards this old store.

With the second person of the Japanese North China Front Army's secret service agency who breathed a sigh of relief and made a confirmation gesture, the "Assassination Tang" plan officially began...

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