"You think you can take me on?" Gu Qihe slowly raised his head, his aura suddenly darkened, and with a whoosh, two wisps of true black energy emanated from his shoulders, instantly transforming into two figures that attacked Liu Xuesong.
“The malevolent energy has materialized; be careful.” Ye Xingchen took a step back and warned.
Liu Xuesong was not intimidated. Facing the two inexplicably approaching malevolent auras, he dropped his gun, drew a dagger, leaped up, and wielded the dagger to clash with the two malevolent auras.
"Aren't you going to help?" Zhang Shih-hao asked.
“No need, it’s just two transformed evil energies, he can handle it.” Ye Xingchen said, “Gu Qi and He Ye’s thinking is still stuck seventy-five years ago, this guy has a very strong will.”
"If you want him to submit, you have to destroy his will first, otherwise this guy will not back down."
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhang Shih-hao nodded and watched the excitement from the sidelines.
Liu Xuesong is a former special forces soldier, full of fighting spirit, and comes from a family with three generations of military service. His inherent integrity makes him someone that these small fry can't possibly get close to.
Even if he were to encounter a ghost on a dark road, his righteous aura alone would be enough to scare the ghost away.
With a single slash of his dagger, he struck one of the malevolent auras. The aura, which had transformed into a human figure, clutched its neck and retreated. Liu Xuesong rolled on the ground, quickly closing in, and then plunged his dagger into the opponent's chest.
With a whoosh, the malevolent aura instantly turned into a wisp of dust and vanished without a trace in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, Liu Xuesong leaped up and slashed forward with his dagger, splitting the other mass of malevolent energy in two.
As the malevolent energy dissipated, the battle ended.
Kazuya Furuta slowly raised his head, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.
"I never imagined that the army back then, which was so dilapidated and looked like beggars, was so hungry and malnourished..."
“You guys, who rely on your lives to fight against our elite Kwantung Army, are now this strong. It takes three of you to barely hold your own against one of our elite troops.
Yes, the soldiers of that time were often hungry and cold, subsisting on wild vegetables and tree bark every day, while the Japanese army at that time had a balanced diet and super combat power.
In close combat, our two or three men could only take on one Kwantung Army soldier. The reason we were able to win this battle was because of our fearless spirit and will.
“What you’re saying is all in the past.” Liu Xuesong twirled the dagger in his hand, his gaze fixed on Furuta Kazuya’s dagger, and then held it in his hand: “This is our standard issue dagger, one for each person.”
"In addition, there is a Type 95 rifle, a 30-round magazine, 150 rounds of ammunition, a Type 06 hand grenade, and an F03 combat helmet. Of course, this is the most basic standard equipment. If it is a reconnaissance or special operations company, the equipment will be even stronger."
"How many people are there in your group now?" Kazuya Furuta asked.
"So far, we have 2 million troops, plus 10 million reservists." Liu Xuesong raised his head: "In wartime, a single order can mobilize tens of millions of soldiers. If we really fight, how will you break this situation?"
Kazuya Furuta's hands trembled slightly. After sleeping for seventy years, he never imagined that China would become so powerful.
He hesitated, but Liu Xuesong could tell what he was thinking.
“I know what you want to ask. You want to know the current situation in your Japan, right?” Liu Xuesong smiled slightly: “After World War II, your army was forcibly disbanded and your military institutions were abolished.”
"If a war really breaks out now, without relying on your foreign daddies on the other side, I think we can land in a minute and end the battle quickly."
Kazuya Furuta seemed to have fallen into despair.
"You know about the little boy, right?" Liu Xuesong continued to shatter the man's confidence: "Now our country possesses strategic weapons that are hundreds of times more powerful than the little boy, including intercontinental ballistic missiles with nuclear warheads and a range of tens of thousands of miles."
"I'd love to see you make a comeback now; it would be a perfect opportunity to test the might of the Chinese military spirit..."
Kazuya Furuta slowly lowered his head, seemingly digesting everything Liu Xuesong had said.
After a long while, he slowly raised his head, a hint of despair showing on his gaunt face: "Do we... no longer have a chance?"
“From the moment you were driven out of China, you had no chance. I, Liu Xuesong, guarantee that I will avenge the grudge from more than seventy years ago,” Liu Xuesong said viciously.
"Heh, I am Kazuya Furuta, born into the royal family and raised in the imperial army." Kazuya Furuta laughed, but his laughter was somewhat desolate.
"I was entrusted with this critical mission to establish an experimental base in this place, all for the purpose of turning the tide of the war and sacrificing myself for the unification of China by my empire. But I never expected... I never expected this."
"Enough with the nonsense, now I want you to die." Ye Xingchen said, "You've been conducting experiments here, digging mass graves, causing countless souls of my China to be unable to reincarnate."
"Only when you die, and the resentment of the dead here is dispelled, can you be reincarnated normally."
"Heh, may God bless Yamato." A hint of savagery appeared on Furuta Kazuya's face: "Even if you are temporarily powerful, as long as we exist, our ambition will never be extinguished..."
“Even though I have been dead for many years now, my mission still exists. I will take back all the conclusions I have reached, and no one can stop me.”
Kazuya Furuta slowly stood up, and a stone door behind him suddenly opened slowly to both sides.
As the stone gate opened, more than a thousand Japanese officers emerged. Their bodies were already desiccated, and their faces had turned an unnatural, pale blue.
"These are ghost soldiers." Zhang Shih-hao was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "Get out! Get out now..."
With his roar, the ghost soldier officer, who had been dead for many years, waved his hand, and the Japanese soldiers in the front row quickly knelt down and then tactically dispersed.
Click, click, the sound of a gun being pulled back rang out, followed by loud gunshots.
Liu Xuesong led his squad to disperse, picked up their guns and returned fire, and gunfire erupted in the secret room.
"How can they still fire guns these days?" Wang Jin asked from the side.
"These are Netherworld Soldiers. These little devils have extremely strong wills. The base has three thousand soldiers. When the base ran out of ammunition and food, most of the officers preserved their strength and were then refined into Netherworld Soldiers by Onmyoji. Once they awaken, they can continue to fight with incorruptible bodies."
Zhang Shih-hao roared, "Damn it, these scoundrels are despicable!"
These underworld soldiers are basically as strong as they were in life, but due to the passage of time, some of their firearms have malfunctioned, making them somewhat inferior to the advanced weapons in the hands of Liu Xuesong and others.
Moreover, the Netherworld Soldiers are not immortal; if they are hit by a bullet, they will immediately fall to the ground and turn to ashes.
However, they had the advantage of sheer numbers, numbering over two thousand. Liu Xuesong threw two grenades in return, blowing up a large area.
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