C389 I Am Wu Zongwen
C389 I Am Wu Zongwen
He had to admit that the sabresmanship of the island assassins were not as flowery as that of the Chinese sabresmanship. They tended to use one move to fight the enemies. They were clean and did not make any unnecessary movements.
If they were to face him head on, they would definitely be at a disadvantage.
"Does anyone have any good ideas? Tell me about it. "
Wu Zewen looked at the crowd and said.
Everyone furrowed their brows. Apparently, they could not come up with a good idea.
Wu Shangwen looked at the old man, and the old man also revealed a pondering expression. It seemed that he didn't think of any good idea.
At this time, Wu Chonglou's gaze was attracted by the Eight Trigrams Diagram, which was imprinted in front of the disciple's martial arts shirt by the Eight Trigrams Sect Leader, Dai Bingshan. A bright light flashed across his mind.
In the past, the Marquis of Gale had set up the Eight Trigrams Formation on the riverbank, trapping the hundred thousand troops of the Great General of the East Wu, Lu Xun. If the latter hadn't had the guidance of an expert, then the hundred thousand troops would have been trapped inside the Eight Trigrams Formation long ago.
Unfortunately, Jiang Wei, the disciple of the Marquis of Geng, did not understand the profoundness and mystery behind it, which resulted in the Eight Trigrams Formation being passed down from generation to generation and becoming incomplete. Although there were quite a few military geniuses who tried to repair it, they could never regain their former fame.
But even so, during the War of Resistance Against Japan, a senior general of our army once used the eight trigram formation that was passed down to turn defeat into victory when the enemy was stronger and I was weaker.
Since others could do it, so could he. Besides, there were many seniors present, so when thinking about it, Wu Zewen told everyone what she thought.
Just as he finished speaking, Dai Bingshan felt his eyes light up, patting his leg and said, "That's right, why didn't I think of that? The Eight Trigrams Formation was mysterious and unpredictable. It was evolved from the changes of the sun, moon, and stars in the world. It was easy to understand something: Taiji gave birth to two elements, while the four elements gave birth to four forms. Even our Eight Trigrams Palm has evolved from this formation. However, I have never set up this formation.
Dai Bingshan sighed.
Everyone present looked at each other. No one had studied this ancient formation, and the old man was frowning.
"Let me try!"
The one who spoke was Zhou Yafeng, who was sitting beside him, silent all this while. Wu Shangwen's eyes lit up. The other side was a senior general in the army, and had a lot of experience in commanding large scale battles, so he should be able to understand this Eight Trigrams Formation.
When everyone saw that it was the chief alliance master who recommended them, they naturally didn't say anything.
Zhou Weiqing stood up and looked around, saying: "My understanding of the eight trigram diagram is only a hair's breadth, and that's only a fraction of what I learned from a top military expert in the country." If there is anything wrong with the training, please give us some valuable advice. In addition, my requirements are quite strict. When the time comes, I ask everyone to remind your disciples not to have any complaints, everyone? Everyone wants to win this war. "
"Don't worry, just focus on training."
Someone immediately said.
Zhou nodded and sat back down.
After that, the various factions sent the elites they had picked to the Chinese Alliance for their second selection. Everyone knew that these elites might not be able to return.
However, when Wu Shangwen felt gratified, the various powers didn't hold back and picked out all the elites within the sect. There were even many who didn't get selected here with disappointment in their eyes.
At this time, there were only 13 days left until the battle at Mount Fuji half a month away. With the remaining time, Zhou Yafu began to lead 200 people to lay down the eight diagrams, which included Hugh, Life, Injury, Du, Scene, Death, Shock and Opening.
Each door did not have a fixed life or death situation, and they all changed according to the time.
Of course, because it was only a matter of ten days, and he was in a hurry, Zhou Yafeng just wanted everyone to grasp the rough outline of the formation. On this basis, he would be analyzing the changes, and if there were too many, it would be chaotic during the battle, giving the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it.
Wu Shangwen had also participated in the array's training, and also acted as the core of the array. It was extremely important, and if anything happened to him, the entire array would collapse.
Thus, every day was a high-intensity training session of 15-16 hours. Other than sleeping and eating, all the time was spent on training.
As for Zhou Weiqing, he seemed to have returned to his military career, and the requirements for these two hundred soldiers were extremely harsh. Even when facing Wu Shangwen, he did not treat him as the chief of the Alliance, just like the other two hundred soldiers, reprimanding him.
Time flew by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, ten days had passed. There were only three days left until the decisive battle, and with ten days of devilish training, as well as the addition of the fact that everyone had strong physical strength, everyone was already very familiar with their formation.
Toward the day before the duel, Zhou Yafu only allowed one hour of training, and the rest of the time he allowed everyone to rest or accompany their families.
Everyone knew that this might be the last time they would be able to accompany their families. A sense of grief slowly grew in their hearts.
On the second day, at seven in the morning, everyone gathered in the Huaxia Alliance. All two hundred people were there, along with the leaders of each dojo.
Only then did he say in a deep voice, "Brothers, today's battle is not for me or the Chinese Federation, but for yourselves. For the sake of whether or not your descendants can lift up your heads in front of the islanders, and dare to say out loud that I am a Chinese, let them not dare to look down on us, and let our descendants feel proud that they have someone like us."
"Victory!"
Zhou Yafu shouted loudly as he raised his arms.
"Victory!"
Everyone was shouting, and before they left, most of the shopkeepers in the shops of Chinatown came to see them off. Among these two hundred people, some were their husbands, some were their sons.
On the day of the duel, more than 200 people were walking towards Mount Fuji since the island's killers had already informed the police. However, no police came to stop them.
Mount Fuji, a symbol of the island nation, is nearly 3,800 meters above sea level. The peak of Mount Fuji is covered with snow all year round. In the island countries, it is also known as "Lotus Peak" or "Fuyue Peak" or "Everlasting High Ridge".
Since ancient times, the name of this mountain has often appeared in the island's traditional poetry, The Harmony. There was a reason for the island assassins to choose to fight here. They wanted to prove to them the strength and invincibility of the island assassins.
Wu Zewen and two hundred other men took a bus to the foot of Mount Fuji, where a row of helicopters had already stopped. These helicopters were specially used by killers from the island to transport people to and from the mountaintop.
Just think about it, at this peak of over 3800 meters, once you climb it would become cold. How could you even compete?
However, the assassins of the island country had always paid attention to the spirit of the martial dao. In order to convince Wu Shangwen and company of their defeat, they sent people to inform Wu Shangwen that these planes were left for them to use.
Of course, Wu Zewen wouldn't reject him so bravely. Moreover, he had to take responsibility for the two hundred over people behind him.
Immediately, he nodded in agreement, and in less than an hour, all of Wu Shangwen's men were transported to the top of Mount Fuji.
The temperature here was rather low due to the year-round snow, but fortunately, Wu Zewen had prepared it beforehand and gave everyone a good down jacket.
At the top of the mountain, there was a...
The wide open area was about the size of a half football field. The snow there had already been shoveled flat, revealing black-gray rocks.
Opposite them, there was a group of black-clothed men kneeling on the praying mat. Each of them had a long blade on their waists. When they saw Wu Shangwen and the others, they all raised their heads, their eyes flashing with killing intent.
It seemed that the temperature of the entire top of Fuji Mountain dropped by a few degrees.
Wu Zewen brought his men over and stopped about twenty meters away from the other party. He waved his hand and signaled the people behind him to wait.
Right at this moment, a person walked out from the other party's group and came before Wu Zewen and company. He bowed and asked in stiff Chinese.
"May I ask, which of you is the Cheng Wen Jun?"
Wu Zewen stood forward and said, "I'm Wu Zewen."
"Please come with me."
After which, that person walked to the back while Wu Shangwen followed behind him, all the way to the other party's side.
"This is the young master of our White Bird clan, Hundred Years Prairie. This is the Resume Lord."
The man bowed again to the White Bird Plains before retreating.
Hundred Bird Plains stood up. The other side was tall and big, only a scalp shorter than Wu Shangwen. He was about 23 or 24 years old, and his sharp eyes made people not dare to look him in the eye.
"I've long heard of your great name. You've destroyed village lord Mu's plan and killed hundreds of elites of my White Bird clan. Today, we will once again have a decisive battle. I'm honored and honored. Please advise me!"
This was the biggest difference between islanders and Chinese.
If it was any Chinese person, they would have long since pulled out their swords and confronted each other.
But the islanders were different. Even if they were facing your enemy with flames of hatred in their eyes, they would still act very polite. Some Chinese call it hypocrisy.
As a result, although White Bird Plains politely bowed to Wu Shangwen, the hatred in its eyes couldn't be hidden no matter how hard it tried.
Wu Zewen followed the Chinese etiquette and cupped his hands and bowed towards the other party.
Two hundred men from both sides had already entered the arena. A chilling aura spread out from Fuji Mountain.
Under the command of Zhou Yafeng, Wu Congwen's men quickly formed the Eight Trigrams Formation, and in the blink of an eye, he was hidden within the formation.
The grand formation was filled with an ancient aura and contained a killing intent.