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

"Send men to deliver all the Japanese prisoners and corpses over there." Although the brigade commander was annoyed by the other party's disrespect, he still knew the priorities.

"Brigade Commander!" The regimental commander was taken aback, feeling displeased. He was about to speak when he was scolded back.

"Why are you spouting so much nonsense? People are about to fight on the front lines, what are you fussing about? Are you even a man?" The brigade commander cursed directly.

Zhou Ming, who was forging Blood Demon Soldiers in the distance, turned around and glanced at the brigade commander with some surprise, and his opinion of him changed.

In no time, a large number of corpses were brought over, including hundreds of prisoners.

Crimson light shone on one blood demon soldier after another, draining the blood and life force from the corpses.

With this wave of surviving Japanese soldiers, Zhou Ming quickly trained nearly 50 more Blood Demon Soldiers.

In the end, 154 Blood Demon Soldiers were forged, plus 44 Blood Ghost Soldiers, for a total of 198 soldiers.

Including the eight men and Zhou Ming, there were a total of 207 people, which is less than the number of two companies.

Watching the group leave the town and head towards the positions on the outer edge of the town.

After letting out a sigh of relief, the brigade commander said, "Notify everyone to repair the position as soon as possible."

"Yes!" The regimental commander nodded and went to carry out the order.

The old monk was watching the departing troops when he suddenly heard this. He turned to the brigade commander and said, "The brigade commander thinks these people can't hold out for long."

"Don't underestimate the Japanese artillery, especially since there are only 200 men. With those machine guns, they can only hold out for half a day at most." The brigade commander shook his head. In his opinion, those 200 men were already dead.

After all, his brigade has already lost countless 200-man squads, and it's very likely that his brigade will be decimated in a few days.

Zhou Ming led his men back to the position outside Luodian and began to repair the position.

Not long after, the Japanese artillery regiment appeared in the distance.

The other side stopped, and in the hastily set up temporary command post, the regimental commander of this regiment was also a colonel, and had the typical appearance of a Japanese officer.

He had a small square mustache above his philtrum, a sinister look on his face, and held a command knife in his hand.

"Notify the air force to carry out the bombing." The Japanese colonel's cold voice rang out.

It was a typical three-pronged approach: air raids, heavy artillery bombardment, and then a charge, but it was very effective and efficient.

"Yes, sir!" the communications soldier replied immediately.

Zhou Ming, who had already repaired the position, was hiding in the trenches, observing the enemy's position with his Blood Eagle.

"It's really well hidden, but I have plenty of time to find it," Zhou Ming said with a sneer.

Just then, a blood eagle spotted the dark figure in the distance, and then a buzzing sound came from it.

"Again? I'd like to see how many bombers you have." Zhou Ming's face turned cold.

This time, seven bombers flew in.

As soon as a blood eagle got close, it was shot to pieces by an arrow.

Zhou Ming frowned as he looked at the sky, only to find that the bombers had stopped at 500 meters and a black dot had flown down.

"Lie down!" Zhou Ming shouted calmly.

Their position wasn't large, and they didn't have many people. It wouldn't be easy for a bomber at an altitude of 500 meters to accurately hit this spot.

"Boom boom boom!" The sound of explosions rang out, and the ground shook continuously.

More than 50 shells fell, but only two hit the enemy's position directly.

The wandering swordsman swiftly drew his bow and arrows, enveloped them in his Qi, and decisively fired two arrows.

One arrow, one bullet, accurately hitting the shells hundreds of meters in the air.

"Boom!"

Huge sparks exploded in the sky, and a powerful shockwave descended.

Two Blood Demon Soldiers who were more seriously injured and had converted less Blood Fiend Power were instantly killed by the shock.

Zhou Ming frowned, squatting in the trench, watching the bombers fly away in the sky.

"Although they can't kill many people, these bombers are indeed a problem. I need to find a way to get rid of them and make these Japanese devils completely afraid to send bombers over my head," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered the unfinished mechanical birds in his Qiankun bag.

"A drone?" Zhou Ming's eyes lit up, and he had some ideas.

At this moment, the bombing finally stopped. Zhou Ming straightened up slightly, lay down next to the sandbag, and saw new movements in the distance.

A hot air balloon-like object continued to rise into the air, and Blood Eagle could clearly see that two ropes connected it to the ground below.

One was a rope used for binding, and the other was a telephone line.

Inside the basket beneath the hot air balloon, a soldier peers into the distance through binoculars, a telephone resting at his feet.

"Fool, you've really walked right into a trap." Zhou Ming smiled.

Blood Eagle's eyesight far surpasses that of ordinary people. The reason he couldn't find the enemy's camp where they had stockpiled artillery shells was simply because Zhou Ming wasn't familiar with this area.

But now that someone has pointed out the approximate location, if Zhou Ming still can't find it, he'll be a fool.

"Watch me blast you all to the sky." Zhou Ming grinned maliciously, canceling the five Blood Eagles and leaving one to continue locking onto the location.

Bloodlust surged from his body, and five blood eagles appeared, landing in the trench.

"Tie an explosive charge to their backs, but don't let it interfere with their flight. Hold a grenade in their claws, with the fuse attached to their claws," Zhou Ming said.

Kamo Shinroku, who was standing next to him, nodded and immediately led several Blood Demon soldiers to find the explosive packs and grenades, and began to tie them up.

A moment later, the eagles took to the sky again.

At that very moment, the enemy's artillery fire came down.

"Boom!"

They stopped firing after only a few shots.

On the hot air balloon, a soldier with binoculars made a phone call.

"The shell landed to the southwest of the target...? What?! What's that?"

The Japanese soldier saw Blood Eagle carrying a bomb through his binoculars, and a chill ran down his spine.

Chapter 67 The Essence of Weapon Forging

Before the Japanese soldier could react, the Blood Eagle among the six who wasn't carrying a bomb had already charged over.

The sharp claws were aimed at the Japanese soldier's head and slammed into it like a high-speed cannonball.

"Bang!" The Japanese soldier was hit so hard that blood gushed from his forehead, and he collapsed into the basket, shouting through the phone that had fallen from his hand.

After a while.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion rang out, the ground trembled noticeably, and flames and thick smoke rose into the air, like a small mushroom cloud.

Zhou Ming looked at the rising black clouds and flames, his face beaming with excitement.

"What immense power! Xiaoming, did you blow up the enemy's ammunition depot?" Wang Wen stared in shock at the enormous flames; it was the first time he had ever seen such a massive fireball rise into the sky.

"Yes, after searching for a long time, we finally found their gunpowder depot," Zhou Ming said with a joyful nod.

The explosion killed many people, and the shockwave injured even more; it's estimated that two or three squadrons were rendered incapable of fighting.

"It's a pity we didn't completely throw them into chaos, otherwise we could have organized a counterattack," Zhou Ming said with some regret.

Through the Blood Eagle that had just taken to the sky, Zhou Ming could clearly observe the entire Japanese regiment's position.

This artillery regiment was smaller than the infantry regiment, with about 2,300 to 2,400 men.

There were a total of three artillery battalions, each with 12 75mm mobile field guns, for a total of 36 guns. In addition to these powerful artillery pieces, there were also some small-caliber mountain guns, mortars, and howitzers.

Just below the hot air balloon was an artillery battalion, and more than half of them were killed or wounded in that round of explosions.

"Hmm?" Zhou Ming suddenly noticed that some people were gathering in one place.

"Could that place be the command post?" Zhou Ming wondered to himself.

Before I could think about it any further, I noticed several people walking out of there and hurrying off in another direction.

"They're all supernatural beings?" Zhou Ming frowned.

These Japanese regiments, as the largest single-service unit, were not only fully equipped, but also had a team of special agents protecting them.

"Could that be their spare ammunition depot?" Zhou Ming wondered to himself.

Blood-red energy surged at his feet, and the Blood Demon Dog leaped out, its body disappearing underground.

In the command post, the Japanese colonel had a gloomy face and was furious. It wasn't because half of the shells were gone; most of those shells were with the logistics unit and could be delivered at any time.

Instead, it was the casualties of half a brigade, more than 300 people.

"Gentlemen, don't you think you should say something?" the Japanese colonel said with a gloomy face.

Sitting opposite them were an old man and an Onmyoji, both with very gloomy expressions.

"This was our oversight. From today onwards, in addition to protecting your safety, we will send some people to join the backup ammunition depot..." The old man frowned suddenly before he could finish speaking.

The Onmyoji beside them did the same; their gloomy gazes turned to one direction, and they made their move almost simultaneously.

The old man instantly drew a dark red longsword, appeared in the corner of the room as if by teleportation, and plunged the sword into the ground.

A blue talisman appeared in the Onmyoji's hand, instantly transforming into a cone-shaped flame that pierced down.

The bloodhounds that had just infiltrated were instantly killed.

Looking at the distant position, Zhou Ming frowned.

"It seems that as the war intensifies, even the strongest among these Japanese devils are starting to get restless," Zhou Ming said coldly, his eyes fierce.

"Your vampire hound was killed?" Wang Wen asked from the side.

“Yes.” Zhou Ming nodded, then smiled and said, “But I discovered another of their ammunition depots.”

Wang Wen's eyes lit up, and he said impatiently, "Then let's blast him again!"

Zhou Ming shook his head and explained to Wang Wen, who looked somewhat puzzled, "Brother Wen, the other side has become more vigilant and it won't be so easy for them to make a move. Besides, even if they succeed, they might not be able to cause the casualties we have now."

“But if we just wait a little longer, until nightfall, things will be completely different.” Zhou Ming’s lips gradually curled up.