These days, although Yang Lin has not been teaching at Jingwu Sect for a long time.
However, he treated every disciple with no secrets, taught them whatever they wanted, and his eyes were sharp and precise.
Basically, with just one glance, a tailor-made training method can be created for each disciple.
Even Chen Zhen, after reaching the top of his career and receiving guidance, felt that the speed of his training began to improve by leaps and bounds again.
Discipleship is one aspect.
On the other hand, Yang Lin's illustrious reputation in Shanghai can be said to be terrifying.
Little Martial God, Yang Wudi, no matter which title he gave, he was famous all over the world and shocked the world.
It is conceivable that when he was the master of the Jingwu Sect, all the Jingwu Sect disciples were covered with such a gorgeous aura.
Needless to say for the disciples who stayed behind, this was because they intended to devote themselves to martial arts.
Even those disciples who left Jingwu Sect and went to various walks of life to make a living, still had a great advantage over others in the competition for the same position.
It can be said that because of his reputation, he has benefited nearly five hundred disciples of the entire Jingwu Sect.
Such prestige and influence have never been experienced by others, so it is not too profound.
These people from the Jingwu Sect feel deeply grateful.
Deep down, no matter what thoughts you hold, there is always some respect and respect.
So, seeing the Yang family in danger.
People like Chen Zhen would be so anxious.
It would make me so happy to see him alive.
Of course, the reason for cheering was that they finally thought of it.
That man was not the ordinary warrior who could only sit back and wait for death when he saw the army and guns in the ordinary stories.
Instead, he was a grandmaster-level existence known as Yang Wudi, the Martial God of the Generation.
Perhaps, when the Eight-Nation Allied Forces first invaded, some masters did not know much about firearms and died extremely unjustly.
But today, when firearms have begun to become popular, it is rare to hear of any master who died quietly under the gun.
Unless, you are stupid enough to charge directly in the face of enemy guns.
Obviously, Yang Lin is not this kind of person.
The gun battles he has experienced are not just once or twice...
Which time was it not bloody?
Since he was not killed with artillery fire in the first place, he suddenly rushed out and eliminated the machine gunners and gunners at targeted locations.
So, next, it should be the Japanese's turn to have a headache.
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Everyone in Jingwu Sect is absolutely right.
Yang Lin did indeed do this.
When I heard that the Beiyang Army was all unified, Fang Yuan rushed there with his troops.
There was no ripple in his heart.
This was to be expected.
The opponent would not break into the city so quickly.
On the contrary, the warning signs growing stronger in his heart made him frown.
Danger looms from the southeast.
It was obvious that it was not the Beiyang Army that entered the city to attack, but that the enemy came from the sea.
With only a slight thought in his mind, Yang Lin felt clear in his heart, and he could see through the murderous intentions hidden in all kinds of fog.
Without hesitation, he took advantage of the darkness to inform his parents at home and ordered all the guards and servants to move immediately.
This time, it is different from the time I moved to Hangzhou.
Give up everything that needs to be given up.
Not even bringing most of the medicinal materials.
They only brought money and belongings, one handcart per person, and they didn't even use anything too eye-catching like a carriage.
He set out quietly, no noise was allowed, and he didn't disturb anyone.
After walking more than two miles to the southwest overnight, we arrived at a temporary courtyard that had been prepared long ago and lurked for the time being.
During the transfer process.
Yang Lin discovered that the mental skills he thought were useless at first were not as simple as imagined.
Arranging troops to form an invincible position is not something that can only occur on the battlefield, but it can also be done in daily life.
Just like now.
He was one step ahead and sensed that a crisis was coming for no reason.
Moreover, he also roughly saw through the situation at hand.
We know how the upcoming crisis will appear and what intensity it will have.
Is he able to resist it, or is he powerless?
If a black bomb were dropped directly from the opposite side, Yang Lin estimated that his crisis sense would not be what it is now, but would urge him to flee to the sea desperately.
Why would you still think about fighting back?
Yes, after he moved his family, he briefly explained a few words and then sneaked back.
Then, just wait quietly.
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Look at the dark night sky, which gradually becomes thinner. A ray of skylight falls down, and you can faintly see the traces of human figures.
Then, there was heavy artillery fire and roaring machine guns.
Then, there was the sound of rifles like exploding beans, and the soldiers advanced row by row.
While Yang Lin was secretly speechless, he also felt a strong murderous intention towards what Fujita Tsuyoshi had done.
This guy doesn't know whether he values himself too much or hates himself too much.
With such a posture, he wished he could blow the entire Yang family, including himself, into pieces.
"They actually used two thousand elite soldiers and brought heavy firearms. It's great..."
Without thinking, Yang Lin jumped from the roof on one side of the street...
His figure was like a ghost, passing through the dense crowd of soldiers.
The sword flashed, and an ear-piercing scream rang out, and the heads of the two machine gunners were beheaded. The machine guns that were spitting flames in their hands were also chopped into two pieces by the sharp sword.
This is just the beginning.
Yang Lin jumped twice, dodged from several machine gun positions one by one, cut off the soldiers, split the gun body and jumped into the air. Only then did the soldiers scream and raise the muzzle of the gun, and chased them sporadically. shooting.
Unfortunately, Yang Lin has already gone far.
The bullets fired by those soldiers could not even touch his shadow.
Therefore, street fighting tests the quality of soldiers and the strength of an individual.
The more complex the environment and the stronger the force, the greater the advantage.
According to historical records, a real ace special forces soldier can kill more than a hundred mercenaries by one person in a complex jungle environment.
As for Yang Lin, he is more than a hundred times stronger than the so-called ace special forces of later generations.
Once the figure moves, with the help of various shadow environments, it is difficult for others to even see the shadow.
Not to mention that he also has the magic of body and eye, which makes it extremely difficult for someone to sneak attack him.
He also has a keen eye and can find out in advance where is safe and where is most dangerous.
Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune is almost always detrimental...
Faced with this kind of cheating existence.
He couldn't figure out at all what kind of method the other party would use to kill him?
Unless he fell into an unobstructed environment, with rows of gunmen shooting at him on the opposite side.
Otherwise, the Japanese soldiers, whose reflexes are not much higher than those of ordinary people, would not be able to keep up with his movements.
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Fighting all the way, chopping melons and vegetables.
After Yang Lin killed the machine gunner, the second sequence that needed to be killed was, of course, the artilleryman.
These people may not necessarily have much higher military quality, but the small steel cannons in their hands are too powerful.
Let them react. Regardless of casualties, another round of covering fire will be fired from the direction of Yang Lin on the opposite side...
Even with Yang Lin's current ability to avoid danger, he would probably be in a very awkward situation.
If you are not careful, you will be hit by the aftermath and get hurt.
Don't think that Fujita can't use this method.
From the first moment Yang Lin saw this man, he knew that he was not only a vicious man who did not value the lives of his enemies, but also a cold-blooded butcher who did not value his own life.
He dared to give any order.
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After clearing the artillery fire, Yang Lin's third sequence was beheading.
His thinking has always been clear.
His various experiences in the illusion made him understand.
If the commander of an army dies, its morale will drop by 50%.
If another third of the soldiers were killed or injured, even the most elite soldiers would feel guilty...
Just one more blow and it will collapse completely.
He didn't know whether these Japanese soldiers were the world's aces?
But as long as he kills enough people, he doesn't believe that the opponent can survive until the last soldier.
"I hope you don't run away. I have plenty of time to play with you."
At this time, Yang Lin's figure suddenly swelled, his muscles all over his body were wrinkled and ferocious, and his eyes were filled with blood, just like the god of death breaking out of the dark night.
Wherever he passed, bricks and tiles were in disorder, every house passed and every wall was broken.
Often a road will be made where there is no road.
He was as powerful as a rainbow and ran all the way. The enemy's most fatal weakness, indicated by his mind's eye, was right in front of him.
After breaking through the dense bullet interception, Yang Lin broke through the last brick wall under the eyes of the Japanese soldiers as if they were seeing ghosts.
boom……
Countless masonry fragments shot out.
Yang Lin's huge body was carried by the fierce wind, wrapped in smoke and dust, and rushed straight into a neatly dressed phalanx.
There, Fujita Tsuyoshi was furious at this time, completely losing his usual calm and cold demeanor.
His eyes widened as he watched the soldiers advance and defend in a hurry, cursing incessantly.
“Baga, they are all trash.
There are so many guns and so many people, but they can't stop even one enemy. The face of the Japanese Empire has been completely disgraced today. "
"General, something is wrong. That person is not something ordinary people can deal with. Otherwise, why don't we invite the experts from the Abe family in the main court to come..."
Dr. Akino suddenly trembled and said.
"You also think he is a demon?"
Fujita looked at Akino like a fool.
During this period, many Japanese businessmen and soldiers believed that the Chinese named Yang Lin was the reincarnation of the devil and needed to be suppressed by Onmyoji.
But he didn't expect that Qiuye, the counselor beside him, would think so.
To attribute powerful enemies to the level of gods and demons is to destroy one's own prestige and increase the enemy's ambition.
"Go back and read the military discipline carefully."
Fujita said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a frantic exclamation was heard.
Not far away in front of him, smoke and dust rose up, and a huge body, like a ghost or a god, was faintly seen, with blood-red light shooting out of its eyes, rushing toward him like thunder and lightning.
Without thinking, he carried Qiu Ye in front of him.
Whoosh, cold light passed by.
Then he saw a bright long knife pierced through Qiuye's throat, nailed to the house behind him, and shattered a wall.
Before he could react again.
His breathing was choked by the strong wind. As soon as his body sank, he felt that all his strength had been suppressed and he had been caught.
"It came so quickly..."
Fujita had just turned around this thought, but he still hadn't figured out why the other party could run in front of him so bizarrely under the gunfire of two thousand soldiers.
His body flew into the air uncontrollably, and then his legs were caught, causing severe pain all over his body.
Yang Lin grabbed Fujita Tsuyoshi with both hands and felt the other person's body as hard as steel. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes...
His arms swelled a bit, and he fluttered his arms, throwing him in the air, grabbing his legs, and tearing them into two pieces with a little force.
