He roared, "Request emergency reinforcements from the troops! Immediately send a battalion over! Damn it, these Japanese devils have been dead for almost a century, and they're still fighting like bastards. This time, I'm going to send a battalion to wipe them out."
Indeed, the disparity in numbers is too great.
"Let's make our move, it's going to be a tough battle." Ye Xingchen glanced at Zhang Shihao, then made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand, and Chixiao appeared in his hand.
"Fight! Fight them! Back in the day, Grand Tutor killed a lot of Japanese devils when he went down the mountain. If it weren't for the convention in the cultivation world, which was to prevent our Xuan Yi Sect from bearing the karmic consequences, he could have killed his way to Tokyo!" Zhang Shihao cursed angrily.
With a swift movement of his right hand, the Demon-Slaying Talisman appeared in his palm. As he made hand seals and chanted incantations, the Demon-Slaying Talisman emitted a burst of spiritual light.
The tassel in his hand is a magical artifact, which has a great restraining power against extremely yin things.
A flash of light appeared, and the blood curses on those underworld soldiers broke, causing them to fall to the ground and turn to ash.
Ye Xingchen unleashed a barrage of attacks, his Crimson Sky Sword transforming into countless sword energies.
In the cramped chamber, the white sword light moved slowly like a fish, and in an instant, hundreds of Netherworld soldiers fell to the ground.
Furuta Kazuya, holding a safe in one hand and drawing a military knife in the other, kept shouting and charging forward.
The ghost soldiers were extremely fierce Japanese officers in life, and their bodies remained incorrupt for decades after their deaths, making them even more oblivious to their own fate.
However, Ye Xingchen and his group were not to be trifled with. In just over ten minutes, hundreds of the enemy's Netherworld Soldiers were reduced to dust.
"Let's get out of here first. This place is too small. If I use my ultimate move, it might collapse," Ye Xingchen shouted at Liu Xuesong.
"Retreat." Liu Xuesong ordered his men to retreat, and the group fought and retreated.
Kazuya Furuta held the safe in his hands; it was of utmost importance to him.
He commanded his ghostly soldiers to charge forward, intending to fight their way out and return to the East.
But at that moment, a blue and white arc of electricity appeared and suddenly wrapped around Furuta Kazuya's neck.
It's that powerful undead; he's back again.
This time, he revealed his true form, and a tall, middle-aged man appeared in mid-air. He used his arms to grip Furuta Kazuya's neck tightly.
Kazuya Furuta's body floated upwards, his military knife falling to the ground. He struggled desperately, trying to break free.
However, the spirit of the dead harbored immense resentment, and he guarded the entrance to the base for seventy years, all in order to find Furuta Kazuya and seek revenge.
"Aaaaah, bastard..." Furuta Kazuya roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot, as he pushed his remaining strength to the limit to fight against the undead.
A hurricane appeared out of nowhere, and the two forces, black and white, were locked in a stalemate.
Kazuya Furuta roared as he tried to break free from the man's control, but the middle-aged man watched him indifferently, bestowing his power upon him without reservation.
The light in the secret room grew brighter and brighter, and a ghostly flame rose from the figure of the middle-aged man.
The indoor temperature plummeted, and Furuta Kazuya's roar instantly turned into a scream of terror.
With a whoosh, a white light rose up, and Kazuya Furuta's figure suddenly exploded, turning into dust everywhere.
With a thud, the safe he had held onto until his death fell to the ground.
The middle-aged man's figure also shattered, turning into countless blue and white specks of light.
"That was fierce enough. It forced out its own primordial yin energy, causing it to perish together with the opponent." Ye Xingchen gripped the Crimson Sky sword, gazing at the countless streaks of light in the sky.
The soldiers of the underworld who were charging forward all paused for a moment when Kazuya Furuta disappeared.
A colonel, who had been a colonel in life, gripped his command sword and stared blankly into the sky.
He suddenly knelt down with a thud, his voice filled with grief: "The general... the general is gone."
His voice was mournful, and then he burst into tears.
The remaining underworld soldiers knelt down at the same time. After Furuta Kazuya disappeared, they seemed to have lost their faith. They knelt on the ground, wailing and crying.
Accompanied by cries, their bodies melted, decayed, and finally returned to nothingness.
"What's going on? Where are the Japanese soldiers?" Liu Xuesong asked in surprise.
"The reason these underworld soldiers' bodies are incorruptible is entirely due to their unwavering belief," Ye Xingchen said. "And that belief comes from Furuta Kazuya."
"Now that Kazuya Furuta is dead, their faith has completely disappeared, so their physical bodies will also disappear."
"What a pity, the main force is about to arrive," Liu Xuesong said with some regret. "We couldn't have a hand-to-hand battle with these bastards."
"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future," Ye Xingchen said leisurely. "I'll take you with me when I go to Japan that day, so you can have some fun."
"Really? It's a deal." Liu Xuesong's eyes lit up.
“Ye Xingchen, look, there’s light and shadow here,” Zhang Shihao said. “This must be the memory of that middle-aged man before his death.”
Ye Xingchen looked up and, sure enough, amidst the countless streaks of light, bursts of light and shadow appeared, unfolding before everyone's eyes like a movie.
Although it is blurry and indistinct, it is still possible to make out the general idea.
Amidst the play of light and shadow, a hunter could be seen dragging a deer home.
It was New Year's Eve, and snow was falling heavily.
The man was the same as the powerful undead in his previous life; he was over forty and made a living by hunting.
Good luck today. The meat of this venison will be dried for the winter, and the hide can be exchanged for some money and food in the nearby town.
Although the weather was cold with heavy snowfall at the end of the year, there was always something to look forward to.
He imagined his mother and wife at home chopping dumpling filling, boiling a kettle of water, and warming the wine, waiting for him to come home.
Er Ya, the girl in the house, was on the kang (a heated brick bed) holding the toys he had made for her, waiting for her father to return. The man quickened his pace.
The mountain road, which stretched for more than ten miles, turned pitch black as dusk fell.
"Mother, Erqin, I'm back." The man opened the door, put the prey he was holding on the ground, and called out to his family as usual.
This time, however, no one answered at home.
A sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in the man's heart. Six months ago, Japanese soldiers had been appearing in the vicinity of the village from time to time.
Although these Japanese soldiers usually did not disturb the villagers, no one knew what these heartless beasts might do.
He rushed into the room and his scalp tingled at the sight inside.
My mother lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), her arms hanging limply at her sides; she had been dead for some time.
His wife lay on the cold ground, her clothes disheveled...
"Mother, Erqin..." the man roared as he rushed over, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
"Er Ya, Er Ya..."
Not seeing his daughter inside, the man grabbed his hunting rifle and rushed out.
However, as soon as he rushed out the door, a rifle butt struck him, knocking him to the ground. Then, several Japanese soldiers in yellow uniforms tied him up and took him away...
The following scenes depict the man's life inside the base.
People were taken away every day, and screams could be heard from the base from morning till night, and these screams went on for a long time.
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