Zhang Xianzong sat on a rooftop not far away, looking at the three people on the ground, and spoke.
Do you need any help?
The man on the mountain waved his hand and then drew his spear.
"Thank you, Confucian sage. I can do it myself."
The soldiers around them, seeing the situation on the field, also retreated a bit.
They are brave, but they are not stupid.
This was clearly not a battlefield they could participate in, and they wouldn't force their way in and cause trouble for their own experts.
They stood around, watching the three people on the field intently.
A contest between masters is a rare sight in the world.
Some people spend their entire lives without ever seeing a master of the terrestrial immortal realm.
And since they could witness such a clash of masters, they naturally didn't want to miss it.
Shingo Abe and Takako exchanged a glance, then the two of them exerted their strength together, stomped on the ground, and rushed towards the car on the mountain.
The two men circled around the island nation's number one marksman, maintaining a safe distance from him.
Takako was only wearing a kimono, with nothing underneath.
When it ran, it swayed back and forth, much to the delight of the surrounding soldiers.
Especially when she walks, she takes long strides, each step is very large, and she jumps very high.
The soldiers all looked up to admire the beautiful view beneath her skirt.
The man on the mountain was not distracted by this scene; he closed his eyes and sensed the positions of Abe and Takako.
When he opened his eyes, the spear in his hand shot forward like a meteor.
Takako saw the spear coming at her and had no time to dodge.
It was too fast; before she could react, she was pierced through by the spear.
Meanwhile, Shingo Abe, who was behind the car on the mountain, immediately seized the opportunity, brandished his samurai sword, and charged forward.
Sensing the danger behind him, Shan Shangche remained calm and forcefully pulled out his spear, thrusting the butt of the spear behind him.
As the gun barrel thrust towards him, Shingo Abe burst into laughter.
"Up on the mountain, you don't have a gun barrel, how are you going to kill someone?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the butt of the gun pierced through his chest and emerged from his back.
Seeing Abe pierced through by the spear, Yamagami Kuruma also smiled.
"Who says you can't kill someone without a gun barrel?"
Shingo Abe looked at the spear in his chest, and his hands fell limply to his sides.
After he and Showa Tamahin died, there was no other threat from the Japanese pirates.
Almost all of the island nation's soldiers died in Tokyo, leaving behind only the elderly, weak, women, and disabled.
So after wiping out all the Japanese pirates in Tokyo, Li Chang'an heard the voice in his mind that the mission was complete.
As the rewards were distributed, a sixty-minute countdown appeared in Li Chang'an's mind.
He sat inside the tank and spoke into the headset.
"Tank corps, come back to me now."
"All soldiers of the Eighth Army, return immediately."
Upon hearing this, the brigade commander paused for a moment, then asked into the walkie-talkie.
"Young man, what's wrong?"
Li Chang'an was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "You're going home now."
When he said those words, he felt an urge to go back with them.
But in that instant, the faces of Youchu, Luoyang, Dongdong, Xiaoya, and Su Xiao kept flashing through his mind.
With a sigh, Li Chang'an shook his head. He longed to return to Tai'an City, to hold You Chu in his arms, and to bury his head in his wife's chest.
Whenever he missed Earth, he would bury his head in Youchu's chest to feel more comfortable.
As for why Luo Yang wasn't buried in his chest, it was obviously because he was afraid.
Last time I buried it there, wanting to enjoy some warmth.
Instead of enjoying any tenderness, she was pulled into a room and stayed there for a full day and night before finally managing to walk out, leaning against the wall.
Upon hearing the word "go home," all the soldiers of the Eighth Army had tears in their eyes.
No matter how well they live here, they will always miss their original world.
Although the Japanese soldiers here are easy to deal with, they would prefer to go back and deal with the Japanese soldiers who have tanks and planes.
Not long after, the soldiers of the Eighth Army returned in tanks.
Xu Kun held the severed head and stood behind Li Chang'an.
He stood ramrod straight, his face radiating pride.
Looking at the man in white robes standing before him, Xu Kun's heart trembled with excitement.
He never dreamed that he would have the chance to be only three steps away from this god-like person.
And this man actually spoke to me.
Although it was just one sentence, "Wait for me, let me take care of my fellow villagers first," Xu Kun already felt that his life had been worthwhile.
He felt that his ancestral graves must be emitting thick smoke right now.
One's ancestors are probably jumping around under their coffins, celebrating that their descendant actually had the chance to speak with a divine disciple.
Facing the brigade commander, Li Chang'an failed to notice Xu Kun's agitation.
He feels only reluctance now.
Li Yunlong, along with Ding Wei and Kong Jie, also came over.
The brigade commander looked intently at his young comrade's face and reached out to hug him.
"Young comrade, don't be sad."
"The book says that all good things must come to an end, but it also says that we may meet again anywhere in life."
"When we are liberated in the future, I might be able to come here to see you again."
Hearing the brigade commander's words of comfort, Li Chang'an tilted his head back, hoping that this would prevent his tears from falling.
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