Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

The pontoon bridge now connects two ends: one of life and the other of death.

After watching Liang Ting's figure disappear, the master spoke to Zhang Yan.

"Zhang Yan, let's go back."

Zhang Yan nodded and followed the others onto the pontoon bridge. After everyone had crossed, Yang Lie drew his short sword and cut the ropes of the pontoon bridge.

At this moment, a soldier emerged from the jungle, walked up to Zhang Yan, saluted, and spoke.

"Independent Regiment Battalion Commander Zhang Dabiao reporting to you."

Zhang Yan was taken aback, then patted Zhang Dabiao on the shoulder and asked.

"You came here not because Commander Li transferred troops without authorization, but because you did."

"How could that be? When has Commander Li ever moved troops without permission? Master Zhang, don't talk nonsense."

Zhang Dabiao chuckled, scratched the back of his head, stood at attention, and continued speaking.

"The artillery is fully loaded. Please give further instructions!"

"They've even brought in artillery? Is Old Li going to give up?"

Zhang Yan was taken aback again and asked.

Zhang Dabiao stood ramrod straight as he spoke.

"Report: The artillery was specially approved by the big boss. His exact words were: 'If Zhang Yan comes out alive, fire off all eight tons of shells, and then have him replenish them later.'"

Zhang Yan: "..."

"What if I die in there?"

Zhang Dabiao's expression was serious as he continued.

"His exact words were: 'If Zhang Yan doesn't come out, level the hill for me, and I'll keep supplying you with artillery shells.'"

The Tang Clan members were surprised to hear the conversation between the two.

Zhang Yan held such a high position in the hearts of the military leaders.

If he dies, we'll take those Japanese devils down with us at any cost.

After hearing this, Zhang Yan smiled and said to Zhang Dabiao, "Let's stop dawdling and start firing."

Boom boom boom!

Explosions continued one after another, and explosions and flames filled every part of Mianshan Mountain.

After a long time, the artillery fire continued.

Zhang Yan then found Zhang Dabiao and asked him a question.

“Zhang Dabiao, this is indeed eight tons, but I estimate it's nine tons now.”

"what?"

Because of the sound of artillery fire, Zhang Dabiao didn't hear Zhang Yan's words clearly until he saw Zhang Yan make an eight gesture, at which point he chuckled twice.

“Master Zhang, besides us, Chu Yunfei from our friendly forces also sent several tons of artillery shells.”

"And the vehicle that pulls the cannons is also his."

"He said that since you're fighting the Japanese, he has to lend a hand."

Zhang Yan looked at the mountain peak that was about to be blown bare and muttered something under his breath.

"If we had known this would happen, why would Tang Clan and I have gone through all this trouble? We could have just blasted him to smithereens."

"That won't do. We don't know the methods of those Japanese superhumans. If it's another Yamamoto who can burrow underground, we'll be in trouble."

"Zhang Dabiao!"

"Have!"

"Were you pretending not to hear just now, trying to keep the cannonballs Brother Chu gave you a secret?"

"Huh? What did you say? I can't hear you."

……

A few days later, in Lüjia Village.

Zhang Yan sat in a chair, slowly sipping his tea.

Deng Deng Deng!

Hurried footsteps approached, and Lü Ci practically ran into the hall. He looked at the package Zhang Yan was carrying, like a mad dog.

"Zhang Yan, did you bring news of the Hieiyama ninja?"

Zhang Yan put down his teacup, tossed the package on the ground, and spoke.

"This is the head of the ninja leader. Take it to pay tribute to your brother first."

Lu Ci hurriedly stepped forward, opened the package, and saw Ren Tou's head. His temples throbbed, and he wished he could bite him.

"Lu Ci, don't go crazy yet, this is just interest. I'll send you the one who killed your brother soon."

Lu Ci looked up at Zhang Yan with bloodshot eyes and spoke.

"The night my brother was sent home, my father started vomiting blood non-stop and is still lying in bed."

"So many members of the Lü family died, how could I not go mad? Tell me, how could I not go mad?"

At this point, he plopped down on the ground and continued speaking with his head down.

"Zhang Yan, just tell me what you want."

Zhang Yan stood up, walked to Lü Ci's side, extended a hand, and said.

"I'm asking you to protect two people, but you can't say who they are right now."

Lu Ci looked at Zhang Yan and spoke.

"Why? Besides, with your current abilities, who can't you protect?"

Zhang Yan still stretched out his hand and spoke.

"Because I'm afraid you won't be able to resist your greed. As for me, my time is running out."

Zhang Yan wanted Lü Ci to protect Duanmu Ying and his wife. He had had this idea ever since he saw how tired the two looked last time.

Duanmu Ying and his wife had treated many soldiers and also saved extraordinary people during the War of Resistance against Japan. Based on this alone, it was worth Zhang Yan doing something for them.

"Time is running out? Do you have a terminal illness?"

Lu Ci looked at him with a puzzled expression, and then said.

"But it doesn't look like it."

Zhang Yan shook his head and said, "You don't need to guess, just answer the question."

"I have one condition: I want him alive, or you need to know where he is and take me to him."

"I want to kill him with my own hands to avenge my brother and my Lu family."

Lu Ci gritted his teeth and spoke.

"it is good!"

Zhang Yan agreed without hesitation. Seeing that he had agreed, Lü Ci grabbed his hand and stood up.

Zhang Yan agreed to Lü Ci's request, but he was even more worried.

Now it seems that Lü Ci has developed the mindset of a family head, and all his thoughts revolve around the entire family.

If he knew the special qualities of a dual-wielding hand, it would indeed be difficult for him to resist his greed.

Then we can only see if there's a way to remove the condition of inheriting the Dual-Handed Bloodline.

Of course, this is still a long way off. Duanmu Ying has not yet awakened the Dual-Hand Technique; it will have to wait until the thirty-six people form a sworn brotherhood.

Thirty-six thieves, haha, how about we make it into a thirty-six thieves with thirty-seven people?

I don't know if I can hold out until then.

"Zhang Yan, I'm still a little curious, what exactly happened to you?"

Lu Ci spoke, interrupting Zhang Yan's train of thought.

"You don't need to worry about that, you'll find out in time."

Zhang Yan glanced at Lü Ci and then spoke.

"Also, you should practice your Ruyi Jin more."

"Ruyi Jin, Ruyi Jin, intention and Qi unite, Qi moves with intention, and power arises spontaneously from the intention."

"Now you are not only disorganized, but also lack focus. How can you avenge your brother?"

Lu Ci was taken aback upon hearing this. He had heard his elders say this a few days earlier, but not in such detail. They had only said that he was not at peace with himself.

Lu Ci clasped his hands in thanks and said, "Brother Zhang Yan, thank you for the reminder."

Zhang Yan waved his hand and continued.

"Brother Lü, you're too kind."

"In a few months, you will hear news about Bihe Mountain. At that time, come directly to Tang Sect to find me."

"A few months later? Tang Clan? Zhang Yan, talking to you is exhausting."

Lu Ci frowned and continued.

"Could you please explain yourself more clearly?"

Zhang Yan ignored Lü Ci and walked straight out of Lü Family Village.

After Zhang Yan left, Lü Ci pondered for a long time and finally came to a conclusion that even he couldn't believe.

Zhang Yan isn't terminally ill; when he said he didn't have much time left, he meant...

Feather!