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

Zhou Ming nodded and glanced at the Blood Demon soldiers around him.

"I've accumulated about 400 Blood Fiend Talismans, enough to form another Blood Soul." Zhou Ming then changed his approach.

The original focus was on collecting Blood Fiend Talismans, but the focus shifted to replenishing Blood Demon Soldiers.

The triangular talisman in his hand flew out and merged into the body of a Japanese soldier. He immediately looked pained, and his whole body was constantly transforming into bloodthirsty power.

"This is the last one." Zhou Ming focused a portion of his mental attention on his body, where the blood of 320 souls within the Blood River shimmered.

273 Blood Fiend Talismans floated on the river, exactly the number needed for a Blood Soul weapon.

Wang Wen carried several boxes of bullets to Zhou Ming's side, put the bullet boxes on the ground, looked at the night in the distance, and said, "Xiao Ming, we should leave. There's almost no movement over there. It's too quiet."

Zhou Ming nodded, glanced at the five newly formed Blood Demon Soldiers, waved his hand, and said, "Withdraw!"

Everyone acted very quickly, and after quickly cleaning up the battlefield, they disappeared into the night.

Less than ten minutes later, a group of strange people, led by a warrior with a strong aura, surrounded the place.

It's a pity it's too late.

……

In the field, Zhou Ming waved his hand, and in a burst of light, a large number of boxes appeared before him, about the size of a small house, piled up more than two meters high.

"Distribute these out," Zhou Ming said to Kamo Shinroku.

After respectfully nodding and bowing, Kamo Shinroku immediately led his men to distribute the ammunition boxes.

Zhou Ming looked at the five Blood Demon Soldiers and waved them over.

He looked around and found a large stone slab. He moved it in front of him, drew patterns on it with his blood, and then stood up to look at the Blood Demon Soldier.

"Raise your hand."

The Blood Demon Soldier raised his left hand, and a beam of red light shot out, instantly severing his left hand and sending it flying.

Zhou Ming reached out and caught the severed arm, placing it in the pattern on the stone slab beneath his feet. Bloodlust power surged forth like flames.

In a short time, he forged a Blood Fiend Demon Blade. He repeated this process until he had forged 21 Blood Fiend Demon Blades.

Calming his mind and spirit, Zhou Ming sat cross-legged on the ground, his 21 Blood Fiend Demon Blades dancing as he began the process of advancing and fusing.

The night passed in this way, and as dawn was about to break, the fourth Blood Soul Blade formed in front of Zhou Ming.

Opening his somewhat tired eyes, Zhou Ming saw the fourth Blood Soul weapon that came into view, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Just one more step and it will reach its final form," Zhou Ming said softly.

It not only concerns the final form of the Demon Blade, but also Zhou Ming's individual strength and the promotion of his subordinate troops.

Completing this task will bring about a multi-faceted improvement in strength, greatly enhancing one's capabilities.

Chapter 91 Reversing Directions and Attacks

Seeing Zhou Ming's improved strength, Wang Wen and the others were also delighted, because only by becoming stronger could they resist these invaders.

Just then, a familiar sound rang out in the distance. Without Zhou Ming needing to remind them, everyone knew that the bombers were coming.

"Take cover!" Wang Wen shouted, then crouched down and hid inside the trench.

It was barely dawn when the bombers arrived. It seemed that the Japanese troops on the ground were spurred on by the counterattack the previous night and were eager to attack Luodian.

At this time, the frontal defense line had already advanced to the edge of Luodian. Due to the fierce firepower, Zhou Ming's small area had not allowed the Japanese positions on the other side to get close for a long time.

Today, a whole squad was brought in and immediately launched a fierce attack.

"Boom boom boom!"

Intense bombardment erupted, and the surrounding positions were engulfed in a hail of bombs.

"Charge!" shouted a low-ranking Japanese officer holding a submachine gun with fervor.

Large numbers of Japanese soldiers charged toward this position, cannons roared and bullets flew across the battlefield.

After firing his submachine gun, Wang Wen squatted down to reload, laughing loudly, "Those little devils are using us as their main force! Looks like they really scared those sons of bitches last night."

Zhou Ming didn't use a gun today. The enemy was already very close, and the skull fireball he was conjuring in his hand was enough to fly over.

"Brother Wen, go and inform Kamo Shinroku to take a dozen or so Blood Demon soldiers to scout out the rear." Zhou Ming suddenly said.

Hearing this, Wang Wen looked at Xiang Zhouming with surprise and said in disbelief, "Aren't we still able to hold on?"

“Even my Blood Demon soldiers are having such a hard time holding on, do you think the positions on both sides can hold? If they don’t retreat by then, they’ll be surrounded and wiped out, and then it will be too late,” Zhou Ming said calmly.

Completely unaffected by the carnage of the previous night, during the day, two large battalions were able to completely surround Zhou Ming and his Blood Demon soldiers, making it impossible for them to break through.

Moreover, this is a regiment, and there are large troops behind it. If we are really surrounded here, we might be wiped out.

Even with superior strength, they could only break through with a few people, which would be a huge loss.

On the nearby position, a middle-aged man with a mustache wiped the dust off his face and couldn't help but curse, "These damn bastards are crazy! How can there be so many Japanese devils in such a remote place?"

"Battalion commander, our firepower can't hold up at all. Let's retreat and fight in the streets," the deputy battalion commander of the position said, shrinking back.

"Damn it, there are only ruins behind us, what kind of street fighting is this?" The burly battalion commander looked back and cursed.

"Stop talking nonsense, all of you hold on! I won't back down, and nobody is allowed to back down either."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man with the mustache felt as if a gun was pointed at him, and he swallowed his words before he could agree with the deputy battalion commander.

Liu Dashu, standing nearby, frowned as he glanced at the burly-faced battalion commander.

Meanwhile, Zhou Ming's position on the other side was nearly destroyed, and he would probably have to retreat soon.

Zhou Ming glanced at the somewhat chaotic and collapsing position on the left, then turned to look at the right with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Zhang San, go to the right flank and inform them that the left flank has collapsed. We will hold off the main force and let them retreat first to enter the town for urban warfare," Zhou Ming emphasized after finishing his instructions.

"Tell them that regardless of whether they comply or not, we will withdraw to our rear positions within half an hour at most."

Zhang San nodded, then crouched down and ran over to deliver the message.

A direct confrontation only increases losses; a chaotic battle is the best way to deplete the enemy's resources.

Soon the Nationalist troops on the left flank were completely driven back, and the firepower on the left side of the position suddenly increased, greatly increasing the defensive pressure.

There was a brief commotion on the right, but it quickly subsided.

Zhou Ming looked at Zhang San, who had returned somewhat disheveled, raised his hand and said, "Blood Demon Soldiers, hold them off, then retreat in an orderly manner."

"Let's retreat first," Zhou Ming said to Wang Wen and the others.

Wang Wen, Zhang San, and the others nodded and followed Zhou Ming backward.

Carefully leaving the front line, Zhou Ming's movements suddenly quickened as he ran towards an intersection.

The ruins of the houses on the left side still retain some shape, serving as natural cover for soldiers and sufficient for some degree of urban warfare.

As Zhou Ming and his men rushed into the alley, their faces tense, they looked in one direction.

"Who's there?"

The man with the mustache, who was hiding in a ruined house, was also taken aback when he saw Zhou Ming, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Actually, when he saw that there were only a few people around Zhou Ming, he was overjoyed, feeling that this was a golden opportunity.

"Commander Zhou, quick, quick! Hide here." The man with the mustache waved his hand hurriedly, and even stood up impatiently and walked over.

"A murderous aura? They're definitely a group of suspicious individuals." Zhou Ming remained expressionless, but inwardly he had become wary.

As the mustache drew ever closer, he felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness: "Almost there, just a little closer, just a little closer!"

The six men behind the man with the mustache were also secretly on edge, ready to tie up the blood demon as soon as their leader subdued him, thus hindering the remaining people.

The moment he took another step forward and landed on the ground, the man with the mustache's eyes gleamed, and an invisible aura erupted from his body.

It twisted into three tentacle-like derivative auras, which attacked Zhou Ming's throat, heart, and genitals respectively.

Zhou Ming's expression was cold, and his bloodthirsty power suddenly erupted, the flames surging towards the three tentacle auras.

The man with the mustache stared wide-eyed as a dense aura of malevolence swept over him, piercing his mind like steel needles.

His face was contorted with pain, but he still endured it, watching helplessly as his attack was blocked by the surging bloodthirsty power.

"Impossible!" the man with the mustache roared in disbelief.

Blood Fiend Power is clearly not good at defense; it is an extremely ordinary item among abilities like protective aura. Its real strength lies in its stimulation and enhancement of the physical body.

"Reversing the eight directions? Hmph!" Zhou Ming snorted coldly, and a layer of armor appeared on his body, filling the seven people with a powerful sense of intimidation.

The six henchmen who originally wanted to rush forward were slowed down by the intimidation.

Zhou Ming held a Blood Soul sword in his hand, while the other three flew out instantly.

The two Blood Soul swords shot straight at the middle-aged man with the mustache. When he recovered from his shock, he saw the Blood Soul swords in the two beams of blood.

His aura instantly condensed, like a vortex, blocking the two beams of blood-red light.

But what happened next was beyond the expectations of the middle-aged man with the mustache. The Blood Soul pierced through the aura's defenses with its sharpness, instantly piercing the middle-aged man's shoulder and pinning him to the ground.

"Ah!" Several cries of agony rang out as the remaining six people lay on the ground, clutching their broken legs or arms, writhing in pain.

At that very moment, three small flags descended from the sky and landed around Zhou Ming.

Chapter 92 The Strength of the 'Abnormal'

Zhou Ming's feet were covered in blood, and his surroundings had suddenly changed into a pool of blood.

Looking around, there was no end in sight, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.

"Glug glug!" Blood bubbles rose to the surface of the water, as if something was churning underwater, and one by one, withered bones floated to the surface.

Suddenly, a half-skull with flesh still attached raised its head and stared intently at Zhou Ming.

"You demon, do you know what happens after I die..." A wailing voice rang out, and one by one, skulls rose up.

Zhou Ming completely ignored these guys and instead recalled the scene he had witnessed earlier.

“The shape and pattern of the flag, and the current situation.” Zhou Ming reached out and pinched his chin. The skull that was rushing towards him from afar dissipated into a gentle breeze, causing no harm whatsoever.

"Give me back my life!" The wailing grew louder, and a large number of skeletons rose from the sea of ​​blood, turning this space into a hellish place amidst a black and red storm.

However, as soon as someone gets within three meters of Zhou Ming, the blood instantly collapses, turning into wisps of breeze. The blood within three meters of their feet also quickly clears, turning into a calm and clear pool of water.