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(I had a drink today and was a little tipsy. I couldn’t concentrate for a while, and I was a little confused about what I was writing, so I stopped reading.)

September 15th, the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China. It is October 18th, 1937 in the Western calendar.

Wang Yan, big wedding.

The Foshan restaurant was crowded with guests that day and was very lively.

The wedding was very simple, and Gong Er and Gong Baosen didn't say anything. The situation is like this, which is pretty good.

Accompanied by gunshots and shouts, the process was completed and Gong Er was sent home. Wang Yan returned to the restaurant to greet the guests from all over.

Everyone was chatting about the world and their country with different thoughts. Some were absent-minded and some were filled with indignation. Others felt something was wrong and excused themselves to leave midway.

When everyone had almost finished eating, the people in the restaurant cleared the tables and served tea. The atmosphere suddenly cooled down and was no longer as lively as before.

Wang Yan was dressed in happy clothes, standing in front, looking around. Here were the Foshan Jingwu Association, the Shanghai Jingwu Association, branches of the Chinese Warriors Association, the Central Chinese Martial Arts Museum, Jinmen, Qilu, Sichuan, etc. Representatives of national martial arts organizations from various places, as well as leaders or top disciples of various schools such as Tai Chi, Xingyi, Bagua, Bagua, etc., sat together in groups. At this time of critical survival, except for those who join the army, basically all the best martial artists are here.

Even if he, Wang Yan, could fight, he wouldn't have such great dignity. This was due to what Wang Yan had done over the years, as well as the words of seniors including Gong Baosen, and even Li Qiankun, the prince of the Li family, helped out with Li Shuwen's favor.

As Wang Yan looked around, everyone became quiet, and Wang Yan said: "Today is a day of great joy for me, Wang Yan. I would like to thank all my seniors and colleagues for coming to support me." After saying this, Wang Yan clasped his fists and bowed, saluting and thanking everyone.

Everyone below bowed their hands in return, no one said anything, everyone knew that this was not the point.

Wang Yan straightened up and continued: "In March 1, the Japanese bombarded the Beida Camp and gradually invaded the entire Northeast. Seniors trusted me, Mr. Wang, and sent elite disciples to follow me to kill in the Northeast for more than five years. During this time, , nearly a thousand people died, and they were all good people." As he spoke, Wang Yan bowed to the north, and then bowed to the seniors sitting in front of him.

The senior couldn't hide his grief and waved his hands, but said nothing.

Wang Yan continued: "I, Mr. Wang, will fight first in every battle. I am not afraid of death. I have absolutely no intention of taking the lives of my fellow brothers to become famous." As he said this, Wang Yan took off his outer wedding clothes and took off his clothes. The undershirt inside revealed his strong body, and the criss-crossing scars on it.

The people below looked at the large and small scars, took a breath of air, and were speechless for a while.

A senior said unhappily: "What are you doing? Are you humiliating us? Put on your clothes."

"Yeah. We all see it."

"Put it on."

Wang Yan put on his clothes and thought about it with his feet, knowing that someone must have an idea.

"I don't need to tell you about the results of the battle. You should have heard about it. This was all done at the cost of your life. I want to tell you that my king has a clear conscience." Wang Yan suddenly raised his voice and said: "Now, hundreds of people in the Shanghai stock market Thousands of people were reduced to a pot of porridge..." Then Wang Yan presented the facts, reasoned, and explained the current situation. Seeing the anger among the people below, Wang Yan said: "The king thinks that the country will be destroyed and the family will be destroyed. I don't want to be a slave to the subjugation of the country. So, everyone Woolen cloth?"

Someone below shouted: "Don't be a slave to the subjugation of the country." Wang Yan arranged for several people, otherwise no one would support him and his emotions would not be aroused.

Many people below shouted in agreement, and gradually the voices gathered together.

Wang Yan nodded, pressed his hands to signal for silence, and said, "Well, since everyone has this idea, Mr. Wang would like to ask for your help."

Someone said: "If you need anything, just ask."

Seeing someone taking the lead, everyone expressed their willingness to help.

Wang Yan said: "What we need are people. I hope you can send some disciples. As for the allowances and pensions, they will definitely not be bad. Of course, many sects and organizations have sent disciples to join the army. I will not force it. In war, blood will be shed. , If you are going to die, please use as much strength as you can."

Everyone gathered together to discuss some more things, and that was all. Wang Yan stood at the door and said goodbye to them one by one.

He knew in his heart that despite what it said on the surface, it was all very good, but he still didn't know how many people would come. Not all of them here are for the country and the people, there are also many who are for their families and sects. As long as they don't surrender to the enemy, their choice is somewhat understandable.

After everyone left, Gong Baosen came over with Ma San, Ye Wen and others: "Go back, Ruomei has been waiting for a long time. It's a big day today. If you have anything to say, we can talk tomorrow."

Wang Yan nodded and watched Gong Baosen, the teasing Ye Wen and others go away.

Seeing that everyone had left, Li Qiankun, who had been waiting for a long time over there, came over and said, "Ayan, everything is done. You have worried about it. Only two teams of dozens of people came."

"It's better to be prepared. Okay, let's go settle down with the brothers. I'm going to have a wedding."

With a mean smile, Li Qiankun took the people away.

Returning to the house and entering the room, Gong Er was sitting quietly on the bed.

Wang Yan asked: "Have you eaten yet?"

Gong Er nodded and said, "I've eaten some."

"We can't live up to this wonderful time and beautiful scenery. Then let's get started." After saying that, Gong Er pushed her down with an "ah" sound...

Gong Er has been practicing martial arts all year round and has a good physique... he had a romantic affair overnight...

The next day, Wang Yan served Gong Er for breakfast, and after talking for a while, he came to the place where Gong Baosen was temporarily staying.

After sitting down in the middle hall, Lao Jiang poured tea for everyone, and then sat aside to play with the monkey.

Wang Yan said: "Master, after a while I may have to trouble you to become a teacher."

"It doesn't matter, it turns out I did this when I was in the palace." Gong Baosen put down the tea cup and sighed: "I saw your set of things, it hurts others and hurts myself."

"There is no way around this. The country is in crisis and there is no time for them to grow up slowly." Wang Yan said: "But... Palace Master, there will be no place for peace in the future. You can invite some seniors to come over. We can also do this here." It’s safer. You can also brainstorm and summarize a set of effective methods together. Master Gong, you also know that I have been studying those prescriptions for so many years. In the future, if we win the battle, we can promote them to improve the health of our people. Quality, that is a great thing that benefits the country and the people."

After hearing this, Gong Baosen pondered for a while and said: "What you said is indeed feasible. I will contact you later to see."

Wang Yan nodded and said to Ma San beside him: "Senior Brother Ma should also be a teacher when the time comes. The palace master is old, so I will rely on Senior Brother Ma to take care of it."

Ma San said angrily: "I know it without you having to tell me."

Smiling nonchalantly, Wang Yan said: "Okay, that's all. Palace Master, I'm leaving first."

Gong Baosen waved his hand and ignored Wang Yan. Now he was thinking about who to invite.

In the following time, many disciples from various schools came one after another to support Wang Yan. It took a lot of time to get these people settled.

On November 11, the Chinese army suffered heavy casualties, Shanghai fell, and Little Japan launched a massive attack.

On December 13, Jinling fell and there was a massacre.

Affected by this, some of the people from the Jianghu who came here last time joined the army directly, some came with their families to join Wang Yan, some sent their disciples away... guarding the coffin, and of course some did not move at all, nor did they. What to do.

Many of the seniors invited by Gong Baosen came with their families, and there were also many who did not come.

Wang Yan began to train people and relocate those who came to join him. Not to mention helping him if he can, but to say that he had helped him on his way south, and he couldn't tolerate his refusal.

Not long after they got married, Wang Yan had to go to the battlefield separately from Gong Er.

Now Wang Yan has thousands of people under his command, but most of them have never fought in a war, and there are not enough weapons and ammunition. The overall quality of little Japan at this time is indeed quite good. In addition, the armaments are not bad. The aircraft and artillery can't defeat them at all. Otherwise, the national army cannot defeat 800,000 to 200,000, and even 30 people are killed and wounded. Ten thousand.

Therefore, they could only wander around in the southern battlefield, constantly scattering small groups to harass, and constantly developing their own jungle to delay the actions of the Japanese.

There was nothing the little Japanese could do. If a large force pursued them, it would not be wrong to say whether they could outrun them. However, if a small force pursued them, they could not defeat them. They were so angry that they could not move. At this time, Japan's total military strength was more than 1 million, and it was fighting on multiple fronts at the same time. Surrounding them is unrealistic. There are large armies fighting over there, and they don't have enough manpower.

In three or eight years, what is supposed to come will always come, and he cannot influence the overall situation. On the eve of the Battle of Yangcheng, Wang Yan led his team back to Foshan.

After such a long time, Wang Yan's team has also developed well. In addition, Zhou Qingquan has been doing business. Although it has been affected by the war, there is still a surplus, and there is at least no shortage of guns and ammunition.

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