The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

With his mind returning to his body, Zhou Ming forced himself to rest, knowing that another tough battle lay ahead.

After resting for about three hours, Wan Baoming returned and gathered everyone together.

"The plan has been finalized. We will split into three groups. One group will launch a frontal assault to draw attention, another group of elite troops will break in through the second-floor windows, and the rest, including myself, the abbot of Xiaoputuo Temple, the president and vice president of the Iron Blood Society, and others, will fly in from above," Wan Baoming said, looking at the group.

"Once we enter the building, I will head straight for their highest commander and distract all the top fighters. Your mission is very simple: break through the defenses and enter the building's position. Do everything you can to destroy it and allow our troops to enter the building smoothly."

The whole plan is very simple, but if you do two things well, the chances of success are very high.

First, Wan Baoming's strength along the way is enough to give the highest-ranking officer in the Marine Corps Command a deadly sense of danger, thereby recalling more superhumans to protect him.

Secondly, there's the time difference. Zhou Ming's group needs to break through the defenses very quickly and destroy the enemy's positions as fast as possible.

Zhou Ming followed Wan Baoming outside after he finished speaking, where a group of people who were clearly not soldiers had gathered together.

Some of them had the same pattern on their shoulders; they were all members of the Iron Blood Society. One of them, a middle-aged man with a hideous scar on his face, had extremely intense Qi.

There were more than 20 bald men around him, all exuding a powerful aura, with the middle-aged monk in the lead being particularly robust.

There were also nearly 40 people who were members of the Green Gang, but although they were all members of the Green Gang, they were divided into five or six small groups and did not look like they were from the same group.

Zhou Ming's gaze lingered on the three people for a moment; these three were very strong.

An old man, probably in his fifties, was carrying a gourd and reeking of alcohol. Next to him stood a middle-aged man with a pipe, surrounded by wisps of smoke.

The last one was a woman covered in sachets, and Zhou Ming couldn't quite make out her features for a moment.

"Your senses are quite sharp; these five are all experts among them," Wang Wu suddenly whispered to Zhou Ming from the side.

"Are they famous?" Zhou Ming asked in a low voice.

After giving them a few instructions, Wan Baoming went to the other side, where his group of top experts were going to attack from another direction.

"That man from the Iron Blood Society is called Hua Yong, nicknamed Iron Hand Reaching the Heavens. He is the third most powerful figure in the Iron Blood Society, and his palm strikes are extremely strong."

"That monk's Dharma name is Juechen. He is the junior brother of the abbot of Xiaoputuo Temple. I don't have much information about him, but he is quite powerful."

"The last three were disciples of the Three Witch Elders, each skilled in the art of smoking, drinking, and incense."

What Wang Wen said wasn't exactly a secret, but it was still better than Zhou Ming being completely clueless. At least he had some understanding of the strong members of the team ahead.

"Ding ding ding!" A crisp sound rang out from the hands of nearly ten people.

On Zhou Ming's side was Old Man Zhang, whose hand held a bell that kept ringing, which was a signal from the other side.

Almost every small group has one person who has one of these little bells.

"Gentlemen, we can begin our operation now," Hua Yong announced loudly, before leading the Iron Blood Society forward.

"Amitabha!" Juechen murmured, then led the monks to follow closely behind.

They are monks, but this time they are about to commit murder.

Although hundreds of elite soldiers were gathered here, willing to cooperate in fighting the Japanese, they were not familiar with each other and did not organize a unified commander. Instead, they allowed people in their own small groups to lead their own small groups.

"Da da da!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of gunfire rang out.

The military has also mobilized.

Zhou Ming dashed forward, and the hundreds of people moved with incredible speed, passing through the buildings and rushing towards the naval headquarters across the street.

A sharp whistle rang out, and some chaos broke out inside the building.

"Everyone, get up here!" Hua Yong shouted, leaping into the air and crashing into the second-floor window.

"Crack!"

Zhou Ming, Wang Wen, and Wang Wu rushed up to the second floor together. Wang Wen, covered in armor, charged towards the door first.

A phantom of silver armor appeared on Wang Wu's body, and a long spear appeared in his hand. An invisible force surged around Zhou Ming, providing protection.

Just then, a tap-tap-tap sound rang out.

"There are machine guns lying in ambush!" A terrified voice rang out from outside.

These words startled everyone, but at this moment, it was like an arrow already on a bowstring, there was no way to stop it.

"Brother Wen, let my puppet stand in front," Zhou Ming quickly said to Wang Wen.

Upon hearing this, Wang Wen took a small step, and four Blood Demon Soldiers charged out first.

The moment they charged out, the sound of machine guns rang out from the left.

The Bloodhound leaped out from Zhou Ming's body and rushed out instantly, getting a general view of the outside world.

Two of the four Blood Demon Soldiers were instantly torn apart, leaving Tianmu and his companion as the other two.

Tianmu held a huge club in his hand, and his entire body was protected by red blood energy.

The powerful bullet struck the crimson blood energy instantly, filling the force with immense kinetic energy that caused it to oscillate and even shatter into red mist.

It looked like he had been shot, and the spurting blood mist was actually the dispersed blood energy.

Even a single bullet could have such an effect; the rate of fire of the heavy machine gun caused the bloodlust power to collapse very quickly.

In those few seconds, Tianmu had already approached a machine gun position. In his final moments, he fiercely swung the wooden stick in his hand.

The spinning wooden stick instantly shattered the heavy machine gun, and with its kinetic energy undiminished, it slammed into the machine gunner's head.

Chapter 32 Traitor

"There are too many machine guns outside," Zhou Ming said, his expression changing drastically as he looked out through the Bloodhound.

"No matter how many there are, we must break through." Wang Wen's voice came from inside the armor.

Zhou Ming held the lotus lantern in his left hand, flames spread, and eight blood-fiend demon blades flew out, but he felt a sense of unease.

Wang Wu's armor shone even brighter as he followed closely behind Wang Wen as he rushed out of the room.

A wide passageway appeared before us, with doors on both sides and two small machine gun positions at each end of the passageway.

However, one was destroyed by Tenki, and the other was cut in half by Furukawa Aoto before his death.

"Don't go through the corridor, just go straight through the house." Wang Wu made the decision instantly, turned around and rushed towards the room on the other side of the corridor.

Zhou Ming stepped over Tianmu's corpse and followed closely behind.

Wang Wu smashed the door to pieces with one shot, revealing a relatively spacious office. There were some Japanese flags stuck on a mahogany desk, and two windows on the side.

The moment Wang Wu rushed to the window, he felt a chill run down his spine. Below, there were a large number of machine guns, and with just one glance, he could see a large number of heavy machine gun positions, artillery positions, and even more than a dozen light tanks.

"Oh no, there's a traitor!" Wang Wu thought to himself, realizing the situation was dire.

The deployment of the opposing position was clearly problematic. It was supposed to provide balanced defense on all four sides, but there were signs of temporary relocation, shifting the defensive focus to both sides.

And this is precisely the entry point for their two groups to attack. Such a coincidence is definitely suspicious.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The sound of a heavy machine gun rang out instantly.

The glass shattered instantly, and bullet holes appeared one after another in the wall, accompanied by a series of banging sounds.

Wang Wu lay down as fast as he could, but he was still shot several times and rolled into the room almost instantly.

"Boom!" That was the sound of an artillery shell.

Zhou Ming squatted on the ground, rubbing flames between his hands. The whooshing sound swept over his head, making his scalp tingle, but his hands did not slow down at all.

The next moment, it merged with the spirit pearl and was launched directly, and then immediately began to create the next one.

"Boom!" A huge explosion accompanied by flashes of light, the sound of the machine gun seemed to be momentarily disordered before returning to normal.

Ignoring everything else, Zhou Ming continued to conjure fireballs. After Wang Wen pulled Wang Wu over, he squatted down in front of the two of them, using his body as a wall.

"Fifth Brother, are you injured?" Zhou Ming asked, looking at the bloodstains on Wang Wu's abdomen.

"It's just a scratch. The power of a heavy machine gun is truly terrifying." Wang Wu frowned, then looked at Zhou Ming and said, "Burn my wound to stop the bleeding. It's affecting my combat ability."

"Alright!" Zhou Ming threw out the fireball of frustration, turning it into a fiery skull. Then, a small flame appeared on his hand, which he pressed against the wound that Wang Wu had exposed when he lifted his clothes.

Wang Wu remained almost expressionless. A moment later, Zhou Ming moved his hand away, revealing a palm-sized charred mark that completely stopped the bleeding from the wound.

Just then, the machine gun fire stopped, instantly putting the three of them on high alert.

Then I heard increasingly louder thumping sounds.

"Boom!" The wall on the left side exploded instantly, and a huge figure rushed out.

It charged straight at the huge mahogany desk, crushing it instantly with a screeching sound.

A burly Japanese man wearing loincloths, revealing his white, flabby flesh, grinned maliciously, his mouth full of blood.

His entire chin was covered in blood, but his hands were tightly gripping the neck of a man named Hua Yong.

He slammed his hands hard against the burly Japanese man's chest, but the man's muscles twisted and changed like putty, dissolving the powerful palm strike.

The enormous hand gripped his neck, almost snapping it, causing Hua Yong's eyes to bloodshot and his face to turn a dark red.

"You can't break through my defenses," the burly Japanese man said with a sneer, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he spoke.

An irresistible force suddenly struck him from the side, like a steel rhinoceros crashing into him.

It's Wang Wen.

Covered in full armor, his massive shoulders slammed into the ribs of the burly Japanese man like ramming horns.

A tremendous force struck, and his muscles contorted in an attempt to neutralize it.

But the time was too fast and the force too great; there was no time to react, and the burly Japanese man was knocked down and lost his footing.

Like a newspaper stuck to the engine of a train, Wang Wen slammed him hard against the wall.

"boom!"

Short and stocky, Wang Wen was like a hammer that smashed into the body of the burly Japanese man.

The two ribs flattened out at the chest, making the whole person look like a piece of putty that had been hit, with the sides bulging and deformed, and the middle concave.

Wang Wen took a step back, and the corpse nailed to the wall slid down, blood flowing continuously.

"Pah!" Wang Wen spat and rubbed his shoulder.

He has already mastered the fourth level of Iron Shirt, and has mastered the shockwave power that was originally meant for physical training, which he can now use as an ability at will.