A film series in the Republic of China: The legendary Taoist priest in Shanghai

Hongkou Dojo.

The killing machine Tsuyoshi Fujita was wearing a colonel's uniform and had a standard Japanese sword on his waist.

His eyes were as sharp as knives, his face was angular, and he walked into the dojo cabinet with an infinitely cold and murderous aura.

In the cabinet, Goro Osaka was lying on the bed, covered with a white cloth and sleeping soundly.

Standing next to the bed was the head warrior of the Hongkou Gym, who was wearing a samurai outfit and white cloth socks around his waist.

The warrior was none other than Ryuichi Akutagawa, the nominal master of the Hongkou Dojo.

Fujita Tsuyoshi slowly walked to Osaka Goro's bed. Without leaning over, he just looked down at her and poked her with the handle of his Japanese sword.

The white cloth covering Osaka Goro's back was lifted, revealing five long, thin purple-black bloodstains.

"Colonel Fujita, Miss Yumiko has come to see me. It's a poison that penetrates deep into the bone marrow. The poison is not serious, but it's a little painful. Miss has used the Nine Chrysanthemum Secret Technique to expel the poison. She is now asleep and will be well in a few days."

Akutagawa Ryuichi didn't dare to look directly into Fujita Tsuyoshi's cold and inhumane eyes, and spoke hurriedly.

Fujita Tsuyoshi accidentally poked Goro Osaka's heart with the butt of his sword. Goro Osaka groaned, blood gushed out of all his orifices, and he died with his head tilted.

This Aikido master died in his sleep for unknown reasons.

In fact, Osaka Goro's injury was not serious, because Wencai had not yet mastered the subtleties of the three Maoshan martial arts. The amount of evil energy transformed from the Wuji true qi was very small. Even if he was not treated, Osaka Goro's body could recover in six or seven days after being caught by the Nine Yin Claws.

"Colonel, why?"

Akutagawa Ryuichi was puzzled.

Osaka Goro was a master of Aikido and a samurai who had served his country. He should have died in the duel.

Moreover, his injuries were not serious and he would recover in a few days. He didn't understand why his own people would kill each other.

"A warrior can die, but he cannot cry."

"Throw the body into the Chinese area. You, issue a challenge to that Maoshan Taoist priest. You must defeat him openly and honestly, beat him to death, and restore the supreme glory of the Great Japanese Empire."

Fujita Tsuyoshi said coldly.

After saying this, he walked out of the Hongkou Dojo step by step like a robot.

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Qin Mansion.

Uncle Qin Wu and several elders of the Qin family in Shanghai gathered together, all of them were furious.

Qin Chong knelt in the hall like a helpless child, not saying a word.

"The little devils are too arrogant."

"Qin Chong, you are so useless. If you want to compete, then compete. If you want to fight, then fight. Why are you playing tricks like that? You have brought shame to our Qin family."

"I told you to practice martial arts and qigong, but you just practiced muscle building. Your body is not strong enough to withstand a beating!"

"What kind of body shape do you want to practice? My Qin family's unique skill is hand skills. How many levels of tiger claw skills have you practiced?"

"I still have to thank Mr. Xu from Maoshan. Without him, you might have died."

Faced with the accusations from his elders, Qin Chong said nothing.

What can I say? I'm not as skilled as others.

At this moment, he deeply regretted that if he had practiced the Tiger Claw Technique well, how could he be so embarrassed and so vulnerable.

If the Japanese were to fight in close combat, if the tiger claw technique had been practiced to the level of tiger roar and dragon roar, one claw would have been enough to tear a tiger or leopard apart. How could the Japanese be knocked down by a close-range throw?

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National Salvation Association, underground secret room.

Wencai entered the secret room and saw Lu Qiubai, Ouyang Han and Zheng Haisheng reading a newspaper.

The newspaper was about his heroic feat in the battle against Osaka Goro that day.

"Mr. Xu, it's only been one day, and you've fought so hard for the countrymen."

Lu Qiubai said.

"When we see the devils doing evil, everyone will help. Let's not talk about that, how about the bomb."

"I was lucky enough to make five of them, but I figured three would be enough to get them to the sky."

Zheng Haisheng threw down a yellow cloth bag and Wencai was startled.

"Be careful, don't blow it up."

"Haha, Mr. Xu, TNT must be detonated with a detonator, otherwise you can't blow it up even if you shoot it."

Zheng Haisheng said proudly.

Wencai picked up the yellow cloth bag and opened it to see that it was five tied bombs, each with a button.

Zheng Haisheng took out five whistle-like detonators from his pocket and handed them to Wencai, saying, "These are detonators. Install them when you need them. This way it's safer. Install the detonators and put the bomb in place. Press the button to delay it for ten minutes and it will explode. But you have to be careful. I don't have money to buy a precise clock. The springs and gears used for delay may not be calculated accurately. The delay function may not be accurate. The explosion will have an error of about ten seconds. Time is too tight. If you give me two more days, I will definitely control the error to less than one second."

Zheng Haisheng felt very sorry for the error of more than ten seconds.

"That's enough. I can take it within a minute."

For industry, an error of more than ten seconds is simply unacceptable and too low to be invested in. But for a time bomb, more than ten seconds is not a big deal.

The bomb and the detonator are separated, and the detonator is installed, which is extremely safe.

Wencai is very satisfied with these.

"Haisheng, make me a few more when you have time."

"How much?"

"More than a dozen, it's better to make a hundred as backup."

Wencai Lion's loud opening scared Zheng Haisheng.

"These five coins are from our patriotic fund. You want a hundred coins. My God, how much do they cost?"

"How many?"

"At least, at least three or four hundred dollars. If I use a fuse to explode, I can control the cost to ten dollars per bomb. If I want a time delay, it will cost at least thirty dollars. If I use a clock to control the time and minute of the explosion, then each bomb will cost fifty or sixty dollars to buy a clock. An electronic remote control will cost at least over a hundred dollars."

Zheng Haisheng made a quote.

“You usually study this.”

"Yes, I have several patriotic classmates who have long wanted to bomb the Japanese newspaper office, the Hongkou Dojo, and the consulate..."

"No, there's no point in blowing those up. Don't sacrifice them in vain."

For ordinary people like Zheng Haisheng, it is easy to make a bomb but difficult to place it.

Wencai is the opposite. It is easy to place a bomb, but it is difficult to make a bomb.

"When will the hundred pieces be ready?"

"I'll make twenty for you! In another week, I plan to join the army and go to the front line to serve my country and fight a tough battle against the Japanese."

Just like the original plot, Zheng Haisheng is going to join the army.

Wencai lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying, "Have you ever played with a gun? Do you know martial arts?"

"I, I, can't."

"How many devils do you think a soldier can kill on the battlefield?"

Wencai asked again.

"More than ten or twenty."

Zheng Haisheng answered firmly.

As soon as Wencai said this, before he could say anything, Lu Qiubai on the side burst out laughing.

"Xiao Zheng, you are such an innocent and lovely student. I am a newspaper editor and have done statistics on this. The current ratio of casualties is 8:1. We have to sacrifice eight people to kill one Japanese soldier."

Lu Qiubai said.

The real battlefield is cruel. According to statistics, at the end of the War of Resistance Against Japan, a total of 380 million Chinese soldiers died, and 44 Japanese soldiers died.

City college students like Zheng Haisheng, who have poor physical strength and have never experienced hardship, go directly to the front line. The mortality rate is almost 100%, and the probability of killing the Japanese is infinitely close to zero.

Their student soldiers are also called strawberry soldiers. Their main role on the battlefield is to consume enemy bullets, and their combat effectiveness is far lower than that of the peasant army.

Farmers are used to hardship. They wear straw sandals and travel through mountains and rivers. They have good physical strength and drink raw water, which prevents them from getting sick easily.

Their fighting power is much stronger than that of the spoiled college students.

Lu Qiubai analyzed the data and gave it to Zheng Haisheng.

Zheng Haisheng, who was full of enthusiasm, collapsed and yelled, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

When he was young, Zheng Haisheng loved chasing dreams. His dream was to kill the Japanese with one gun and make them cry for their parents.

To quote a later quote from a literary scholar, Zheng Haisheng's ideal was to become an anti-Japanese hero.

The reality is extremely cruel. Most of the student soldiers are useless on the battlefield except for wasting ammunition or using their bodies to block bullets.

Wencai looked at the collapsed Zheng Haisheng and said, "Haisheng, technology is the primary combat power. People like you are worse off on the battlefield if they don't go to the battlefield."

A scientific talent, especially one like Zheng Haisheng who has research on bombs, can be more powerful than airplanes and cannons if used properly.

Zheng Haisheng asked: "Really?"

"Really, fighting the Japanese doesn't have to be online. Mr. Qiubai writes news, Mr. Ouyang performs plays, I make songs, and you can make bombs. The methods of fighting the Japanese are different, but the goal is the same, saving the country and fighting the Japanese. So Zheng Haisheng, please stay in Shanghai. Talents like you are needed here."

Wencai said excitedly, and Lu Qiubai and Ouyang Han also said in unison: "Yes, stay!"

Zheng Haisheng said: "I believe you, I decided to stay."

"Also, don't commit seppuku in the future. You're just like the devil."