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 him whatever he 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 the 100-foot pole and receiving guidance, felt that the speed of his practice 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 described as terrifying.

Little God of War, Yang Wudi, no matter which title is given, they are famous all over the world and powerful in 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, the disciples who stayed behind were determined 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 in my heart, no matter what thoughts I hold, I always have some respect and respect.

So, seeing the Yang family in danger.

People like Chen Zhen would be so anxious.

I would be so happy to see him alive.

Of course, the reason why they cheered was because they finally thought of it.

That man was not the ordinary warrior in ordinary stories who could only sit back and wait for death when he saw the army and guns.

Instead, he is 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 the enemy's guns.

Obviously, Yang Lin is not this kind of person.

The gun battles he has experienced are not once or twice...

Which time was it not bloody?

Since he was not killed with artillery fire at the first time, 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.

…

What everyone in the Jingwu Sect thought was absolutely right.

Yang Lin indeed did this.

When I heard that the Beiyang Army was all unified, Fang Yuan arrived with his troops.

There was no wave in his heart.

It was something that was expected.

The opponent will not break into the city so quickly.

On the contrary, the warning signs growing stronger in his heart made him frown.

Danger comes 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 all the murderous intentions hidden in the fog.

Without hesitation, he took advantage of the darkness to inform his parents at home and ordered all the nurses and maidservants to move immediately.

This time 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 valuables, each had a handcart, and they didn't even use anything too eye-catching like a carriage.

He set out quietly, refraining from making any noise, and did not 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.

Arrangement of troops and maintaining an invincible position is not something that can only occur on the battlefield, but can also be used 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 lurked back.

Then, I waited quietly.

…

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 continuous artillery fire and roaring machine guns.

Then, rifles sounded like exploding beans, and 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 fell from the roof on one side of the street...

With a ghost-like figure, he passed through the dense crowd of soldiers.

The sword flashed and a harsh scream sounded, and the heads of the two machine gunners were beheaded. The machine guns in their hands, which were spitting flames, 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.

It's a pity that Yang Lin has gone far away.

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 soldiers of later generations.

As soon as his body moves, with the help of various shadow environments, it is difficult for others to even see his shadow.

Not to mention that he also has the body-eye technique, 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 how the other party would kill him?

Unless he fell into an unobstructed environment, with rows of gunmen on the opposite side shooting at him.

Otherwise, the Japanese soldiers, whose reflexes were not much higher than those of ordinary people, would not be able to keep up with his movements.

…

Fighting all the way, chopping melons and vegetables.
To be continued...