Chapter 200 I Went Mad During the Republic of China (16)
Zhou Jue stopped moving; she was still standing in the empty armory.
[Cracked! Waiting for them to finish sending their telegrams, they're so slow!]
"Still issuing them?" Zhou Jue glanced at the entrance to the armory. "No rush."
While making hand seals, she instructed, "Brother Tongzi, after they finish sending the message and we get the intelligence, intercept it. I'll take down this arsenal first!"
[Host, you want to...]
"First, build a cage, a cage that allows entry but not exit, a cage where sound and signals cannot be transmitted. All telegrams from here must be intercepted and not allowed to be sent out."
【receive! 】
After setting up a large array to ensure the arsenal was completely covered, Zhou Jue walked to the steel gate of the underground armory.
She didn't try any more mental suggestion; she simply channeled her spiritual energy, reached out, and gently pushed against the heavy iron door.
"Boom—!"
The steel gate flew outwards as if it were made of paper, crashing to the ground with a loud thud, causing the ground to tremble three times.
The four Japanese soldiers guarding the door were stunned into silence by the sudden turn of events before they could react.
They only saw the gate fly away on its own, then everything went blurry and they knew nothing more.
Zhou Jue appeared at the doorway, still invisible, without even glancing at the four corpses lying on the ground.
"Beep!!"
The piercing alarm instantly rang throughout the entire arsenal, shattering the tranquility.
The factory area immediately descended into chaos.
"What's going on? Where did these enemies come from?"
"Armor depot! Quickly, go to the armory to provide support!"
"Baka! Gather up now!"
Squads of patrolling Japanese soldiers, guns at the ready, rushed toward the armory from all directions.
Zhou Jue stood at the entrance of the armory, watching the people rushing towards him, his figure in stealth mode, waiting for the Japanese to fall into his trap.
The first group of Japanese soldiers rushed forward.
They stared at the collapsed gate and the corpses at the entrance, nervously raising their guns and cautiously peering inside.
"There's no one inside!"
"Be on high alert! The enemy is definitely still nearby!"
The captain, who was in the lead, lowered his voice and gestured for his men to disperse.
Just then, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, like he had been bitten by a mosquito.
He reached out to touch it, but before he could reach the head, he fell to the ground, his body went limp, and he collapsed.
"team leader!"
The Japanese soldier next to him exclaimed in surprise, but before he could react, he followed in his captain's footsteps.
One, two, three...
The charging Japanese soldiers fell like stalks of wheat being cut down, one after another, without even seeing a shadow of the enemy.
The whole process was silent, with only the head separating from the body and the dull thud of the head falling to the ground.
When the Japanese soldiers who arrived later saw this bizarre scene, they were all so frightened that they stopped in their tracks and dared not go any further.
"A ghost! There's a ghost!"
One of the Japanese soldiers had a mental breakdown, threw down his gun, and ran away.
The next instant, his legs were still running forward, but his head fell behind!
"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot now!" The people behind, not daring to approach, picked up their guns and started firing into the air.
But soon, everyone fell to the ground in the same way, and the arsenal was thrown into chaos.
Soon, some people realized that something was wrong.
"Quickly! Send a telegram to headquarters! Request reinforcements!" a Japanese officer shouted hoarsely.
A communications soldier next to him immediately set up a radio in a flurry of activity, his fingers trembling as he began to send telegrams.
"It's been sent!" the communications soldier exclaimed with delight.
"Let's go, let's get out of the arsenal first, this place is too strange!"
Whether they were running or driving, as soon as they reached the gate, it was as if they had hit an invisible wall, and they were bounced back with a "thud" and fell to the ground.
Now, those following behind saw it and finally realized they were trapped.
Fear spread among the crowd.
"We can't get out! We're trapped!"
"I don't believe it! I want to get out!"
"This isn't a human! It's a ghost! It must be a ghost!"
"Stop talking nonsense, everyone go back and bring out the cannons from the armory!"
Zhou Jue strode towards the production workshop in the factory area.
She dealt with all the Japanese soldiers she encountered along the way, whether they were running and shouting or hiding in a corner trembling with fear, using the simplest and most brutal methods.
Wherever they went, they left behind only corpses.
For officers of high rank, she would first knock them unconscious, then throw them directly into the system space for the system to interrogate them at its own pace.
Ordinary soldiers don't get this treatment.
The head of the arsenal, a colonel named "Yuji Yamamoto," was currently hiding in his office, yelling into the phone.
"I can't get through! Why can't I make any calls!"
"Baka! Where's the telegram?! Has the telegram been sent out?!"
A communications soldier stumbled in, his face covered in cold sweat: "Reporting, Colonel! It's been sent! But we haven't received a reply yet!"
Yuji Yamamoto kicked over the table, drew his command sword, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Who is the enemy? Where are they? Find them for me!"
He rushed out of the office and was met with a hellish scene.
The factory area was littered with the corpses of soldiers, lying haphazardly on the ground, but there were no gunshot wounds, only various beheadings and dismemberments, and the place reeked of blood.
That's so weird!
The survivors huddled together, back to back, holding guns and pointing them at the empty surroundings, their faces filled with extreme fear.
They can charge fearlessly at visible enemies, but they don't even have the courage to resist invisible enemies.
Zhou Jue has already toured the production workshop.
Inside the huge factory, rows of production lines were neatly arranged, with unassembled gun parts still on them.
These production lines are more valuable than finished weapons! Our current industrial base is too weak. With these, the output of our arsenals could increase several times over! I wonder if Yan'an would be happy if we sent them to them.
Zhou Jue stretched out his hand, waved it at the huge production line in front of him, and took it all away without any hesitation.
The heavy lathe, with its intricate components, along with its base on the ground, vanished from its spot in an instant.
She was like a diligent porter, sweeping through workshop after workshop.
The stamping workshop is gone.
The machining workshop is gone.
The final assembly workshop is gone too.
Yuji Yamamoto led the last group of surviving Japanese soldiers into the empty production plant.
Looking at the ground, which was cleaner than his face, his hand holding the knife trembled violently.
The factory is gone, the production line is gone, not even a single screw remains on the ground.
This was beyond his comprehension; it was something truly humanly capable of.
“It’s divine punishment…it’s Amaterasu’s punishment on us…” a Japanese soldier muttered to himself, then his spirit completely collapsed, and he knelt on the ground, wailing loudly.
Yuji Yamamoto's psychological defenses completely collapsed.
He dropped the sword in his hand, knelt down, and kowtowed repeatedly towards the empty center of the factory.
Zhou Jue stood in front of him, watching the Japanese colonel who had been so fierce just moments before now crawling on the ground like a dog.
There is no sympathy whatsoever. This kind of executioner deserves to die a hundred times over! Just kill those who should be killed, and knock out those who should be knocked out.
Soon, apart from Zhou Jue, there was no one else alive in the entire arsenal.
After Zhou Jue finished his work, the system's voice finally sounded, but it carried a hint of solemnity.
[Host, the telegram has been cracked!]
Zhou Jue's heart sank: "Read it."
[The telegram is from the Independent Garrison Battalion and is being sent to the Kwantung Army Headquarters. The content is...]
The system paused for a moment, as if it was organizing its thoughts.
They succeeded.
"Success in what way?" Zhou Jue pressed.
The Ishii Unit's latest bacteriological weapon was tested on live subjects in a village outside Harbin.
The experimental results were "very satisfactory."
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