Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

"The Blood Flag Army!"

"The Blood Flag Army!"

The soldiers of the militia and the Blood Flag Army raised their swords and spears and shouted at the top of their lungs!

Those sounds exploded like thunder.

Its sound resounded throughout heaven and earth, traveling farther and farther.

The fleeing civilians suddenly turned around instinctively, as if they had thought of something.

The people in Foshan listened to the sounds of gunfire and cannons all night, were terrified, and also heard bursts of thunder.

On the bow of the ship.

Huang Feihong looked up at the blood-red flag fluttering in the wind, his heart surging with emotion.

The Black Flag Army's flag fell, and Lord Liu was forced to flee. He had thought that his passion and ambition would be buried with it.

But now, an even more fervent and resolute flag has been raised!

Chen Wen... He looked at the tall figure at the bow of the ship, and a burning hope rekindled in his heart.

Yan Zhendong silently watched the blood-red flag.

The image of another fiery flag from many years ago flashed before my eyes.

That flag, in the end, fell.

I wonder how long this flag, stained with blood, can fly in this turbulent world.

He clenched his fist; at least this time, he stood under the flag.

"Brother Huang, Master Yan," Chen Wen's voice came.

The two composed themselves, stepped forward, and bowed, saying, "Boss."

Chen Wen waved his hand:

"When we were factory owners, it was fine to call you 'boss.' But now that we're a rebel army, calling you that just doesn't feel right."

Huang Feihong pondered for a moment, then said seriously:

"The accomplished come first, as is the meaning of a teacher. Brother Chen is a man of great talent, leading us all. It is quite fitting to call him 'Master'."

Lin Shirong, who was standing nearby, interjected:

"We're a fleet now, so calling us captain is fine!"

Chen Wen shook his head and chuckled upon hearing their conversation:

"It's just a matter of how you address me, Brother Huang," his expression turned serious, "we will act as soon as possible. It's quite risky for you to go back, so please be careful."

"Those constables need to be carefully vetted, and only a few reliable ones should be taken along."

This was something they had agreed upon long ago: Huang Feihong would remain in Foshan.

Huang Feihong nodded:

"I understand. I will have them give a unified account and report to the court: Pirates attacked the docks and clashed with the foreigners. Admiral Fucha led the troops to resist but unfortunately died in battle."

This explanation has many flaws.

However, it shouldn't be a big problem to fool the imperial court in the capital for a short time and buy some time.

Moreover, they have other plans.

Yan Zhendong, standing beside Chen Wen, suddenly spoke, his voice low and deep:

"Mr. Chen, now we have ships, we have men, and we've completely broken ties with the imperial court. Why not just raise the flag and rebel? Let's have a grand and spectacular uprising!"

Chen Wen looked at Yan Zhendong and saw him spread his hands:

"Rebellion? That's a technical skill... I don't know how, do you?"

Yan Zhendong subconsciously wanted to nod.

He was skilled in martial arts, brave and fearless, and considered himself to be a man of courage and determination.

But as the words reached his lips, images of his time with the Boxers involuntarily flashed through his mind.

His facial muscles twitched, but ultimately turned into a trace of sorrow as he slowly shook his head.

He tried, but failed.

Chen Wen wasn't intentionally trying to provoke his former senior, and offered words of comfort:

"Don't worry, mites won't be around for many more years, and I won't give them that much time either."

"And we won't rebel, but we can find people who do."

"Before that, the better we prepare: guns, gunpowder, medicine, food... and manpower!"

"Our current resources and manpower are far from enough."

"Therefore, our top priority right now is not to turn around and conquer cities and territories, but to find an overseas base where we can develop in peace, train our troops and manufacture weapons. Only with a solid foundation can we talk about the future."

"For example... in legends, did some remnants of the previous dynasty, chivalrous heroes, or even outlaws who had nowhere to go in the Central Plains also have settlements on overseas islands or in Southeast Asia?"

"Perhaps there we can find what we need, and our companions!"

"Especially those of our ancestors who were persecuted by the Qing government and sold abroad!"

Everyone nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

The militia only numbered about a hundred people at most. Even if you include the yamen runners who surrendered and the twenty or thirty civilians, it was still far too few.

When Liu Yongfu started his uprising, he had two hundred men.

With such a small number of people, it was impossible for them to rebel on the spot. Staying on the shore would only mean waiting to die.

Chen Wen was not humble; he was also self-righteous.

Does he really not know how to rebel?

But it doesn't matter, some great people have already taught him what to do: guerrilla warfare!

Chen Wen solemnly said to Huang Feihong:

"Drug production must be accelerated!"

"Though we have won today, we have also suffered casualties. If we had had more abundant and effective medicine at the time, perhaps we could have saved more lives!"

Huang Feihong thought of the militia brothers who had fallen beside him and could never get up again.

My heart was heavy, and I nodded solemnly.

"Rest assured, sir! I, Huang, will do everything in my power to ensure the pharmaceutical factory's success, working day and night! I will not let our brothers' blood be shed in vain!"

He personally experienced the remarkable effects of the factory's medicines in emergency care.

They knew that this thing was just as valuable as swords and spears in chaotic times.

Chen Wen continued to confess:

"Furthermore, our 'Blood Flag Army' is still too small in number at its inception. With you stationed in Foshan, you have the advantage of location and support. The factory can continue to recruit workers extensively under the name of 'Baozhilin Pharmaceutical,' and you can carefully examine them."

"Those that are reliable, we will incorporate."

Wong Fei-hung was already prepared for this:

"I have been practicing medicine and teaching martial arts in Foshan for many years and know quite a few suitable candidates. I can make contact with them."

"I trust you to handle things." Chen Wen patted Huang Feihong's shoulder forcefully. "I'm entrusting everything on shore to you. The world is vast, so we'll go ahead."

"Once we find a suitable location, we will try to establish a branch factory to spread our pharmaceutical technology and our team!"

"When we sail out to sea, we will immediately raise the banner of the 'Blood Flag Army' to attract the attention of the imperial court and foreigners."

"If there's any disturbance on your end, have Shao-yun contact me immediately via radio."

At this point, Chen Wen seemed to recall something and added with a hint of helplessness:

"You should also pay more attention. I gave you the instruction manuals for the radio and generator a long time ago, but you're not as quick to learn as Shaojun."

Upon hearing this, Wong Fei-hung couldn't help but smile wryly:

"That thing is more intricate and complex than a steam engine; it's a headache to look at... I'll do my best."

He also gave a serious reminder.

"Sir, it's even more dangerous for you at sea."

"Although the imperial navy is corrupt, it still has ships. The foreigners will not let this go easily. And there are also various pirates roaming the seas... We must be very careful!"

Chen Wen gazed at the gradually brightening sea horizon, his tone calm:

"Having chosen this path, my life and death are no longer in my own hands. I only ask to die a worthy death, and not betray the blood oath I swore today."

He gave Huang Feihong another deep look, his gaze sweeping over the gradually awakening cityscape of Foshan behind him.

Looking out at the boundless blue sea, I sighed softly:

"Brother Huang, take care! Goodbye!"

Having said that, he didn't hesitate any longer, turned around, and waved his hand forcefully towards Lin Shirong and the others who were waiting for orders:

"Raise the sails! Set sail!"

"Set sail!" The command was given.

Several captured sailboats sounded their horns at the same time.

Waaaaaah!!

The deep, long whistle of a steamer broke the morning's tranquility.

The ship trembled, and thick smoke billowed from the smokestack.

Bathed in the golden light of the rising sun, the Blood Flag fleet slowly departed from the dock and headed into the depths of the sea.

ashore.

Ling Yunkai stood beside Huang Feihong, watching the ship's silhouette gradually turn into a black dot, and whispered:

"Master, they're gone."

Huang Feihong gazed at the horizon where the sea met the sky for a long time, until the ship's silhouette completely disappeared below the horizon.

Take a deep breath, turn around, turn your back to the sea, and face the land.

"Yes, they're all gone."

"Those of us who remain on shore must also redouble our efforts."

He touched the uneven short hair at the back of his head. Although he felt a little uncomfortable without his braid, his spine felt straighter than ever before.

……

Inside the bridge of the flagship Blood Flag.

Lin Shirong reported to Chen Wen, who was standing at the porthole:

"Captain! The entire fleet has set sail, and the course is stable!"

Chen Wen withdrew his gaze from the shore, turned around, and his face regained its usual calm:

"Very good! Order all ships to maintain formation, target Cheung Chau Island! Cheung Po Tsai!"

"Cheung Po Tsai? The legendary pirate!" Lam Sai Wing was taken aback, and Leung Kwan, Toothpick Su, and the others next to him also looked puzzled.

"But that was decades ago; Cheung Po Tsai should have died long ago!"

"Are we going to beat up his son, Zhang Yulin?"

Chen Wen looked at the distant horizon and a mysterious smile crept onto his lips.

Have you ever heard the saying?

"Good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years!"

"We'll have to borrow our military funds and territory from this legendary pirate!"