Monk Wei Hit the Target with One Shot, Can He Hit the Buddha's Palm?
When they stopped him just now, the commoners were still shouting and killing him.
However, when Jiang Donglai brought the man out, equipped him with a knife, and asked them to kill him, they hesitated.
Jiang Donglai didn't look down on them. They were just commoners, and kindness was in their nature.
It would be best if they could stand up and take revenge.
If they couldn't, it would be their mercy.
Zhao Gang wanted to say something.
However, he endured it.
Discipline did not allow this.
However, he couldn't see through Jiang Donglai. He really couldn't.
He had never understood how Jiang Donglai had single-handedly killed the entire cavalry regiment of the Guizi.
Moreover, he had captured a colonel like Kurojima Morita. This was a big fish.
Because he couldn't see through it, he hesitated.
Because he couldn't see through it, he didn't care about discipline for the time being.
He wasn't that pedantic. Killing a few Japanese wasn't a big deal. After all, he had already killed so many on the battlefield. These few Japanese weren't the key figures.
The commoners slowly came back to their senses.
The leader seemed to be talking about killing.
He was not joking.
He was not being sarcastic.
"My, my parents were killed by the Japanese. I only survived by hiding in the cellar. I, I will kill them even if I die!”The first to make a move was actually a woman.
She pulled out a katana from the pile of katana and slashed at the Japanese who were tied up.
Jiang Donglai noticed that she always closed her eyes when she attacked.
Her face was pale, and she was obviously frightened.
Her hands and feet were trembling. It was obvious that she was forcing herself to calm down.
However, the saber still slashed down.
The Japanese were screaming.
The woman slashed twice. She saw blood and the Japanese screaming.
She was so frightened that she dropped the knife and squatted on the ground, crying.
"It's too light. I want revenge, heavy revenge!”Finally, a man stood up. He was an uncle in his fifties or sixties.
He also raised his knife, gritted his teeth, and stabbed at the ghost.
Fresh blood splattered on his body. He laughed while wiping his tears…
One after another.
One after another, in groups of five or six.
There were hundreds of people.
Everyone cried and shouted, trying their best to hide their weakness. They slashed at the five Japanese and chopped them into meat paste.
The Japanese who were still alive didn't dare to look anymore.
They were also afraid…
The soldiers of the Independent Regiment grabbed their hair and forced them to look.
The eyes of the soldiers were all red. This scene had also stimulated them.
In this war, everyone had family or friends who died at the hands of the devils.
Hatred had long taken root.
"Did you see that, Old Zhao? Our people are so kind. They are actually merciful to these Japanese. If they speak, I will definitely send another group of Japanese for them to kill.”
Jiang Donglai was telling the truth.
The commoners did not just want revenge.
He had to increase his courage.
He believed that after this, many more mature warriors would appear.
This was how the Japanese raised their soldiers.
Now, it was reasonable to return the favor.
Zhao Gang was speechless. He cupped his fists at Jiang Donglai and saluted. He then ordered the captives to be taken away and the spoils of war to be recorded.
These things could not be handed over. They were the spoils of the regiment commander, which meant that they were the spoils of the independent regiment…
Refreshed, he returned to his residence. Sun Desheng, this silly guy, was still not awake.
It seemed that his alcohol tolerance was indeed not very good.
"Little Bean, get me some water. I want to take a shower. I smell like blood.”
Little Bean fell to her knees in front of Jiang Donglai."Young Master, Young Master, don't be so impulsive in the future. If you die, how am I going to explain to the Marshal and Madam? Wouldn't they skin me alive?”
"Brat, if you don't go get me some water, I'll skin you alive right now. You dare to control Young Master?”
Jiang Donglai really wanted to kick Little Bean who had no eyes.
Loyalty was loyalty, but he didn't have much ability or judgment. There weren't many things that he could do well. He was even worse than Monk Wei…
Monk Wei arrived.
" Regiment Commander, you should rest. I'll go get some water for you…" Monk Wei duang,duang, brought two buckets of water for Jiang Donglai to put in the courtyard. He even personally guarded the courtyard and chased away the nearby guards.
"Watch and learn, kid." After giving Little Bean a kick, Jiang Donglai bathed in the sun and took a good bath…
In this era, on this battlefield, there was indeed nothing comfortable about it.
The food, clothing, use, sleep, drink, wash, play, nothing could compare to what he had at home, much less what he had in the future.
But wasn't this life?
The bitter taste was followed by the sweet taste.
It would be even better if he could obtain great benefits from this…
After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Jiang Donglai called Monk Wei in.
"You saw me kill the Japanese and witnessed my might. Do you want to learn?”Jiang Donglai asked with a smile.
Monk Wei threw away his face and knelt down." Leader, I'm a boorish man. I don't have good eyesight and can't recognize a great person. Please don't lower yourself to my level. I don't dare to think about your ability. As long as I can watch you kill the Japanese by your side, I'll be satisfied…"
"Alright, don't you think I know what you're thinking? I originally wanted to give it to you. If it wasn't for your insensitiveness, I'm afraid it would be extraordinary now.”
She pointed at the pile of books." Go, read books, read comics. It doesn't matter if you can understand them or not. As long as you can read them, you'll make a profit."”
Reading books and comics? This was very strange.
However, the monk did not hesitate and immediately did as he was told.
However, he flipped through it first and picked one at the end. Then, he started reading it with great interest.
Half an hour passed.
"No way! One shot into the soul?" Jiang Donglai was shocked.
In Old Sun's eyes, Zhang Dabiao had spent some effort to find his own picture-story book.
Monk Wei won the bid right away?
Jiang Donglai looked at his book.
Have you ever heard of a palm technique that descended from the sky?》
This was a kung fu manga created by Jiang Donglai, but the content was the same as the movie.
He didn't expect Monk Wei to be able to take it in.
Jiang Donglai realized that as long as these people found the right lifeline, they would be able to understand the meaning of the words, regardless of whether they could read or not.
Jiang Donglai was both surprised and delighted to see Monk Wei meditating.
He carefully summarized the situation.
Jiang Donglai had a slight understanding of what the system meant by fate and root bone.
It was useless to look for ordinary people. He had comprehended the divine aspects of the work.
If he wanted to find someone, he had to find someone with some extraordinary skills.
In other words, he was someone who had some fame.
Jiang Donglai would definitely be able to do things like Zhao Gang and Duan Peng.
There was also the famous cannoneer Wang Chengzhu of the Independent Regiment, and Wang Yousheng, who cried like an emoji when he was robbed…
" No rush, no rush. After we settle these main characters, we'll pull all the members of the Independent Regiment over to give it a try. But if that's the case, there won't be enough books…"
He looked at his current inventory.
Three years wasn't a lot of time, only about thirty books.
It wasn't that he didn't have enough time to write and draw.
The main reason was that he had no money.
A piece of novel paper cost ten yuan, and a book would cost at least two hundred pages, which was at least two thousand yuan.
He also needed the system's help to assemble the book. It would cost at least 500 yuan, and more than 1,000 yuan.
The ink needed to write a book cost at least one inkstone, and each inkstone cost more than a thousand dollars. There was also a pen.
In short, the cost of a novel was about three to five thousand dollars.
Comics were even more expensive. The worst comic paper was 50 dollars per piece, and the better ones were hundreds of dollars. One to two hundred sheets of comic paper cost 20 to 30 thousand dollars.
There was also ink, ink, and paint. Basically, these comics cost 30,000 to 40,000 yuan per volume.
Therefore, in the past three years, Jiang Donglai had easily squandered hundreds of thousands of yuan.
Jiang Donglai was the only one who had transmigrated and dressed well. If he was in an ordinary family, he would never be able to write a book in his lifetime!
Now, it would be difficult to ask his father for money.
In that case, he would have to think of a way himself…
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