Revenge is something ingrained in the bones of the Chinese people.
When it comes to hatred, only double the blood debt can earn the forgiveness of this nation.
The two thousand years of development are glossed over, while the hundred years of modern humiliation are divided into two volumes.
This is the characteristic of this nation.
If you win, you make a quick note; if you lose, you write furiously and write a detailed account.
They were afraid that future generations would forget this humiliation and forget to avenge them.
This fostered the fighting spirit in the Chinese nation, making them worship force to the core.
It seems that only by becoming the most powerful nation in the world can this people feel a sense of security.
If they fail to become number one in the world, this group will vehemently criticize those in power, deeming them a bunch of useless people.
If you can't even be number one, what right do you have to be in power?
This is the genetic characteristic of the Chinese nation, and also the pride of this nation.
They always say others are a fighting nation, but in fact, they themselves are the real fighting nation.
Looking at the corpses in the sea, the Ming soldiers felt no discomfort; in fact, they felt a sense of satisfaction.
"Tsk tsk tsk, that's really pathetic!"
Honest and simple-minded Xiong Er, holding a scooping net, wanted to scoop up the Japanese pirates from the sea.
As a result, the simmering corpse was torn apart by his gentle touch.
The aroma of roasted meat filled the entire island of Iwo Jima.
It smells so good that it makes you want to exclaim in admiration.
Bro, you smell amazing.
The houses on the island were still burning, and the Japanese pirates inside were enjoying the final burst of fire to reduce the flames.
The scorching flames fell on the Japanese pirates' corpses, but they didn't utter a sound.
Seeing this, Li Chang'an couldn't help but sigh.
The deceased were in a fairly stable emotional state and had no complaints about their deaths.
The temperature on Iwo Jima has dropped somewhat.
Most of the Japanese pirates on the island became acquaintances. Only a few particularly resilient pirates survived neither the artillery fire nor the flames.
They were lucky; they were close to the coastline and jumped into the sea to escape the heat from the explosion when the high temperatures hit.
However, they were also unfortunate. After being soaked in the seawater for half a day, they were no longer able to resist and were captured by the soldiers on the ship.
What awaited them were sets of torture instruments in Chen Da's hands.
Ichiro Nemoto survived by sheer luck.
He lay on the ground, watching helplessly as the warships docked, unable to stop them.
The high temperature from the explosion covered his skin with blisters, and he was almost completely ruined; his body even smelled of meat.
Dekang Muchuan, who was beside him, had already become a corpse.
Even the noble status of the Dekang family head and his martial prowess at the terrestrial immortal realm could not withstand the damage caused by the high temperature.
This high and mighty ruler of Iwo Jima was suffocated by fire on his own territory, dying just like any other ordinary person.
In the face of firearms, all carbon-based life forms are equal.
If you feel it's not equal enough, it only proves that your firearms aren't hot enough.
Looking at the ruins of Iwo Jima, Li Chang'an was in high spirits.
"Only dead Japanese devils are the best Japanese devils."
He looked at the countless charred corpses and uttered this sentiment.
The brigade commander was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see such a scene.
He led eight army soldiers to drive the tanks off the ship.
They plan to set up camp on the coastline tonight.
While watching the fire burn, we admired the beautiful scenery.
Xiong Er and Zhang San led their men to search the nearby Japanese pirates for those with strong horoscopes who could survive the explosion.
Zhang Xianzong followed behind them to prevent any expert from launching a sneak attack.
Chen Daze planned to return to his old ways and select a few of the captured Japanese pirates to be executed.
The others were responsible for cooking and setting up tents.
The water on the island is unusable; any river you find is filled with boiled corpses.
Li Chang'an had no intention of drinking a drop of the Japanese pirates' soup, so he ordered his soldiers to use the water source he had been rewarded with by the system.
After so many days of sign-in rewards, the supplies in his backpack are now countless.
During this attack on the Japanese pirates, the ship didn't carry much; basically, whatever was missing, they just took from their backpacks.
While the soldiers were setting up camp, Li Chang'an was thinking about what to eat that night to celebrate.
Looking at the firelight on the island, he decided to have a good meal today.
Cola, fried chicken, ham, eggs...
Li Chang'an took out all the food and drink from his backpack and scattered them all over the camp.
Liu Yishou, the captain of the cooks, is arranging the meals.
When the food was ready, Xiong Er brought Genmoto Ichiro over.
Others also found several lucky Japanese pirates.
"Your Highness, this is the body of General Dekang Muchuan, the great general of Iwo Jima."
Ke Shouliang dragged a corpse and introduced it to Li Chang'an with a beaming smile.
"That son of a bitch used to be a pirate on the high seas, and he was especially rampant in the Fujian area."
"This half-dead old fellow is the retainer of the Tokukan family, Genmoto Ichiro."
"The two of them were in cahoots and had committed many atrocities in Fujian. The Huzhou massacre that shocked the Ming Dynasty twenty years ago was done by these two bastards."
When Ke Shouliang said this, the hatred in his eyes was almost bursting out.
The Huzhou Massacre was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Twenty years ago, Japanese pirates also amassed a large army, attempting to conquer Fujian.
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