In this world, everything can be unexpected.

In Showa Tamahin's mind, his ancestor had to fight the regent of the Ming Dynasty to a standstill, and one of them had to win by a difficult means.

But he didn't expect that his ancestor would be killed instantly without even showing his face.

After the first test firing, three thousand tanks began firing rapidly.

The brigade commander recently learned a tactic called fire coverage.

Back when he was in the Eighth Route Army, he never had the chance to learn these tactics. If he wasted even a few bullets, he would have to write a report to apologize.

But here, he can certainly use this tactic.

Li Chang'an lacked everything except weapons, firepower, and ammunition.

Under the bombardment of tens of thousands of shells.

A section of Mount Fuji was blasted down.

The entire crater disappeared into mushroom clouds.

The magma inside was constantly churning.

Lava surged out from all directions, and the Japanese pirates who were lying in ambush all around had no time to escape before being swallowed up by the lava.

From a distance, the lava flow did not appear to be fast.

Only the Japanese pirates on Mount Fuji knew just how fast the lava flowed.

There was no time to escape; in an instant, they became acquaintances.

Looking at the surging lava, Li Chang'an felt much better.

What kind of holy mountain is this? It's disgusting to look at.

Watching the sacred mountain in his heart collapse, Showa Tamahin relaxed completely, his expression somewhat dazed.

"It's over, it's all over!"

In his mind, the only ancestor who could turn defeat into victory and save the day was instantly killed before he even saw the other person's face.

The island nation's last elite forces were also slaughtered.

At this moment, Showa Tamahin had no idea what other way there was to stop the Ming Dynasty's advance.

Thinking back to his previous boasts about expanding territory and conquering the Ming Dynasty, he felt a sense of irony.

With a wry smile, Showa Tamahin had his personal guards put him down.

Because he knew he had nowhere left to run.

No matter where he escapes, these Ming soldiers will find him.

Because the Ming Dynasty's purpose this time was to seek revenge.

Showa Tamahin, who studied Chinese culture from a young age, actually understood this very well.

When Chinese people seek revenge, they always eliminate the root of the problem and wipe out the entire population.

They believe in revenge and will take revenge whenever they have the chance.

No matter how much time has passed, they will remember this hatred.

Moreover, they insist on taking revenge themselves before they will let the matter rest.

Otherwise, this nation will always have a knot in its heart, always feeling like there's something it hasn't done.

Watching the fierce fighting taking place in Tokyo, Showa Tamahin drew his katana from his waist.

This knife was the personal sword of the Heavenly Locust Emperor throughout history.

It represents supreme imperial power and the most prestigious status in an island nation.

No locust has ever taken this knife to the battlefield.

Today, he will take this knife and put an end to the history of the island nation.

Stroking the cool blade, Showa Tamahin closed his eyes. He could feel that the previous owners of this sword had all encouraged him to charge bravely into battle.

He opened his eyes and gave his last order to the guards beside him.

"Gentlemen, let us charge forward together for our island nation!"

"Kill the chicken, please!"

Showa Tamahin brandished his long sword and, with his guards, charged back towards Tokyo.

Xu Kun felt very excited because he had chopped off the heads of many Japanese soldiers today.

These are all genuine military achievements, things that can be exchanged for gold.

With each head he chopped off, he would silently mutter to himself, "This is fifty years' worth of my family's income."

As for the medal of honor that Yang Liulang mentioned, Xu Kun dared not even think about it.

He knew his own limitations; he was already content as long as he could keep up with the group and earn a few kills.

I don't have the fortune to bring glory to my ancestors.

Moreover, he felt that bringing so much money back home was already a great honor for his ancestors.

So he wasn't in a hurry, and followed the team step by step, working steadily and cooperating fully with others to surround and kill the Japanese pirates.

He carried a shield in one hand and a pair of mandarin duck swords in the other, following the squad forward.

Yang Liulang, wielding a long spear, charged at the forefront, responsible for facing the enemy head-on and engaging in close combat.

Because he had the best martial arts skills and the highest rank, he was put in charge of the most dangerous position.

This is military protocol.

The officers died first, then the soldiers.

It was precisely because of this that all the new recruits were completely convinced of the authority of their squad leader.

Yang Liulang, holding a long spear, kicked open a wooden house and then quickly took two steps back.

A sharp bamboo stick pierced through from behind the wooden house; the Japanese pirate wielding the stick had gone mad.

When his first attack missed, he wildly waved his weapon, trying to pierce the iron armor with the bamboo.

With a flick of his spear, Yang Liulang knocked the bamboo out of the Japanese pirate's hand.

The Japanese pirates, now without their weapons, stared blankly at their empty hands.

When Yang Liulang pierced his body with his spear, he opened his mouth, spitting out blood, and said, "Shame on you, Ma De!"

Unfortunately, the people in front of him couldn't understand the Japanese language, so they naturally wouldn't wait.

Even if these people understand, they will pretend not to understand because of the reward money.

Because a living prisoner is not as valuable as a dead head.

Therefore, in the minds of Yang Liulang and others, only dead Japanese pirates were good Japanese pirates.

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