Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

"How can we stop it? My disciple has already been very patient, only killing corrupt officials and punishing wicked bureaucrats."

Every life he takes is a just punishment.

If the imperial court were wise, it wouldn't be so foolish as to provoke him.

Unfortunately, those people just didn't see it, and who can they blame but themselves?

"However, with the Reform Movement imminent, negotiating peace with the foreigners is only a temporary measure, but the military strength in the capital cannot be compromised."

If Li Xin were to breach the city's defenses and garrison, the nation's situation would likely be dire.

"so what?"

Cheng Yuanhua sneered: "Didn't they bring this on themselves?"

"They only know how to oppress their own people, but they are extremely tolerant of outsiders, paying reparations, ceding territory, and becoming vassals without missing a single thing."

You think a country like this is good?

"Unity benefits both sides, while division leads to mutual loss. After all, parasites are only a small minority."

As long as we work diligently and wait for the Emperor to intervene and restore our lost territories, the future will be vastly different.

“Master Wang, you believe what those scholars say, but I don’t.”

What kind of diligent governance is this? It's nothing but a power struggle...

The current situation is beyond the control of any single family or clan. Given the state of the nation, what can be done?

If things continue like this, a complete overhaul is needed to find a glimmer of hope.

Otherwise, no matter how much you mend and patch it, it won't be enough.

"Your views are too extreme, but you do have something in common with my daughter Jingya."

"What a coincidence, Master Wang, your trust in reform and your beautiful vision of innovation."

She is exactly the same as my daughter, Feiyan.

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Chapter 139 The Demise of the Southern Camp, The Mystery of the Medical Classic

"put!"

Arrows rained down.

A buzzing sound came from in front of the South Camp Gate, as if a dark cloud had risen.

Looting...

A powerful arrow shot out, past wooden pillars, flower beds, a screen wall, and a memorial archway...

They were all riddled with holes by this sudden barrage of powerful arrows.

As the lintel collapsed with a crash, billowing smoke and dust rose into the air.

Immediately afterwards, more than a hundred gunmen dispatched by the Shenji Battalion began their attack.

clap clap clap...

The white smoke was swept up by the wind, making it difficult to see people around.

Ahead, the rain was pattering on banana leaves.

The place was a complete mess.

Zeng Changxing, fully armored and brandishing a gleaming longsword, sneered, "All these peasants in the capital know how to boast."

He's just a warrior; what threat could he pose against an army?

Even a grandmaster can only withstand a few more bullets and arrows.

Whether it was the military books and strategies he had learned or the battles he had witnessed, Zeng Changxing had seen a lot and knew that no matter how powerful a martial artist was, he was still made of flesh and blood.

There is no such thing as a martial artist who can truly stop bullets or powerful bows and crossbows.

Unless one is armed with a longbow and wears heavy armor, then it's fine; one could be a match for a hundred men.

But to say that someone would charge into an army formation while wearing only a piece of cloth would be tantamount to suicide.

He earned his position as a guerrilla general through sheer fighting.

He had made many contributions on the battlefield, and had slaughtered those so-called "outlaw masters" in the mountains and plains, leaving corpses strewn all over the fields.

Why would they be afraid of martial arts practitioners in the common people?

"General, this man is no ordinary person. General Wu Chengfa was caught off guard and died because of this."

General Wu of the Green Standard Army and Right Wing Lieutenant Abda both died at his hands…

"They were just caught off guard."

Zeng Changxing waved his hand dismissively.

"Now that we all know this man is adept at sneak attacks, how can we let him strike first..."

Upon seeing a figure, they surrounded and killed it with overwhelming force.

"These days, what kind of martial arts can make you invulnerable to swords and spears? Even if it's no longer the era of the longbow and horse, can he withstand a musket?"

Before Zeng Changxing's voice had even finished, a cold, eerie voice rang in his ears.

"Why should I block it? Am I stupid?"

Zeng Changxing was like a rooster with its throat being choked; suddenly, he couldn't make a sound.

Because he was truly being choked.

He was lifted high up with Li Xin holding him by the neck with one hand.

Under the crushing force, he couldn't even breathe.

His face was swollen and purple, and his eyes were bulging out.

The aloof young man in front of me, dressed in white with sword-like eyebrows and phoenix eyes, had no injuries whatsoever; he looked as clean as if he were just attending a banquet.

We don't know where those arrows and bullets went.

It was at this moment that Zeng Changxing finally understood how the generals who had faced Li Xin and died with their eyes wide open had died.

They were not careless, nor were they without military strategy or planning.

Instead, they got one thing wrong from beginning to end.

This is not a direct confrontation between two armies, where there is no way to avoid it.

They weren't threatened at all, nor did they fight back...

If the attack is too strong, just avoid it.

Why can't he understand such a simple principle?

Why do people always feel that with troops at their disposal, no one in the world dares to mess with them?

"Snap..."

Zeng Changxing's neck was clearly not as hard as a steel paperweight.

Facing Li Xin, who could even mold steel into a lump, his neck armor was of absolutely no help to him.

Li Xin then clenched his right hand.

They had already crushed his neck into a lump of mud.

"Zeng Changxing, right? I heard you even broke my older brother's leg."

Okay, very good. Your family will come with you. Please drive carefully on the way.

This was the last thing Zeng Changxing heard.

Fear and regret finally appeared in his eyes.

Tears mingled with blood as they flowed out.

He wanted to start over, to be more polite and less arrogant at the entrance of Huichuntang.

However, there is no medicine for regret in this world.

We can't do it again.

"Li Xin, aren't you afraid that the imperial court will list your Li family as traitors and have Li Cheng, Li Xiaowan, and others executed by a thousand cuts?"

Shi Dulin, the newly appointed deputy commander of the Southern Camp, hid behind the gate. Dozens of armored soldiers stood in front of him. Seeing this scene, he felt a chill run down his spine and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He hadn't even seen how Li Xin appeared inside the double defense.

There were so many archers and musketeers, and hundreds more armed with swords and spears.

There were guards standing in front of him, but none of them gave him any sense of security.

"Just kill them, everyone dies eventually..."

My elder brother and cousin are both commoners, with no achievements to speak of, living like weeds in this world. What joy is there in living, and what fear is there in dying?

They died, but to be buried with so many high-ranking officials and members of the royal family is a great honor.

Li Xin laughed heartily: "Even a hundred years from now, if history records that the lives of two common peasants risked the lives of so many high-ranking figures, it will still be a beautiful story."

"Uh……"

Stuhrlin was momentarily speechless.

Li Xin's meaning is very clear.

You can kill me if you want, as long as you can bear the consequences.

For the sake of the Ministry of War and the orders of the Northern Army, he risked his life and his entire family.

No matter how you look at it, this is a losing proposition.

How could I have been blinded by the promise of glory and gone to capture Li Xin's family as a vanguard?

Thinking back to his previous smugness.

Stuhrin's body trembled slightly, and his voice cracked with fear.

"kill……"

"Stop him!"

The armored soldiers in front of him charged forward like a tidal wave.

Amidst the flashing blades, a figure strolled leisurely.

The gleaming silver dragon spear in his hand was like a leaping sprite, appearing and disappearing at will.

Every time it appears, it either pierces the heart or the throat.

Only seven or eight breaths passed.

Of the fifty elite patrolmen, more than forty have already died.

The remaining few people lay trembling in pools of blood.

He kept muttering, "A ghost! It's a ghost..."

Yes, in their eyes.

Li Xin was like a phantom.

No matter how ruthless they are, or how swift and vicious their swords are.

The white-clad figure was floating among them.

Every time you think you've hit the target, you later find out that you've actually hit an illusion.

They couldn't hit him when they tried, and they couldn't defend against him when they tried.