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

“The enemy is extremely fierce in combat, even risking their lives…” the officer who stood up straight replied.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear your excuses. Tell me why so many brave soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire died." The Japanese general slammed his fist on the table and said.

"It's because of the Blood Demon," the officer said, head bowed.

"This name has appeared in my reports many times, but why haven't I seen his body yet?" The Japanese general said, glancing to the side.

He was a middle-aged man in military uniform, with a stern face and a cold, expressionless demeanor.

"General, my mission is to protect your safety." The middle-aged officer said coldly and then fell silent.

The Japanese general frowned, just then a sound suddenly came from outside.

"Come in!"

"Report! A Chinese man has come to join us. He says he can locate the Blood Demon and help us kill it."

……

Zhou Ming took a deep breath and relaxed his guard.

"Xiaoming, you should take a rest too," Wang Wen said, walking over to Zhou Ming.

"Judging from this, there won't be any major moves for the time being." Zhou Ming squatted down in the earthen slope of the trench, rubbed his temples, and said, "Then I'll rest for a while. Brother Wen, you keep an eye on things, especially be careful of sudden attacks from the Japanese."

"it is good!"

Only then did Zhou Ming completely relax, lying back with a feeling of extreme exhaustion in both body and mind.

Slowly closing his eyes, Zhou Ming focused his mind on his body, glanced at the primordial rune surrounded by the blood river, and then looked at the first transparent sphere of light.

The next moment, Zhou Ming's spiritual body stood in the camp, the light of the campfire bringing a touch of warmth.

Looking at the campfire in the very center of the camp, Zhou Ming slowly walked forward and put his hand into the fire.

There was no burning sensation; instead, there was a slight warmth.

Zhou Ming recalled the man with the mustache. Although the man's movements were reversed, he had not only practiced this one technique.

"This style of 'Reversing Eight Directions' is nowhere near as good as Wang Yaozu's style, but it's not a mere acrobatic act either; it's good enough as material," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

His thoughts raced, and the secret manuals that could reverse the eight directions continuously generated in his mind, flowing towards the campfire like flowing runes.

"Boom!" The flames of the campfire suddenly became even more intense, shining their light in all directions.

The darkness of the silk was instantly dispelled, revealing the entire four-sided camp.

Zhou Ming's attention was completely drawn, and he stared in astonishment at the surrounding emptiness.

Within the translucent sphere of light, the four camps floated in the very center. As Zhou Ming walked to the edge of the camp, he immediately sensed an invisible barrier.

“That’s right, this camp itself is also a fictional concept.” Zhou Ming squatted down and touched the ground.

Within the first transparent sphere of light, there are a total of nine illusory concepts.

These are the lanterns carried in the hand, the burning lamps at the four corners, the campfire in the middle, the scroll blueprints that appear on the minimap in the game, the river on the resurrection screen, and this campsite.

Zhou Ming stood up and walked back to the campfire, sensing the changes within it.

"As expected, it's no longer centered on combustion." Zhou Ming narrowed his eyes, sensing the changes within himself.

"Aura? That kind of core attribute?"

The mystery of reversing the eight directions emerged in my mind, and all the various forces, magnetic fields, and energy fields emitted by an individual were integrated into the single attribute of aura.

At this moment, Zhou Ming could sense that the faint aura had become integrated, forming a tight aura protection on his body, with an effect similar to skin.

"It's somewhat leak-free," Zhou Ming said softly, sensing the changes outside his body.

It wasn't particularly aggressive; the initial aura was very pure, with only two effects: wholeness and completeness.

"One Reversal of Eight Directions isn't enough; I need many more similar techniques." Zhou Ming immediately thought of sorcerers; wasn't their ability also a kind of external aura?

Then I thought of outdoor scenes, since there weren't many techniques for this in the original work.

As time passed, the sky gradually darkened.

After making a preliminary attempt at practicing the Reversal of Eight Directions technique, Zhou Ming stopped thinking and began to rest.

At this moment, Zhou Ming suddenly opened his eyes. The blood vessels were still there, but he no longer looked so tired.

Looking at the dim sky, it should be completely dark in less than ten minutes.

"Any movement from the Japanese?" Zhou Ming asked immediately as he looked at Wang Wen walking over.

“No, the other side has no intention of launching an attack,” Wang Wen shook his head and said.

Zhou Ming stood up, lightly leaped onto a small earthen slope, and looked at Luodian in the distance.

"It seems like the next place to be contested is Dachang Town," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

Although I don't remember it very clearly, it seems that the Japanese suffered too many losses in Luodian and Luoding and were unable to completely occupy the area, so they changed their plans.

They wanted to capture Dachang so that they could join forces with the Japanese troops in Luodian to attack the 19th Army from both sides.

"Kamo Shinroku!" Zhou Ming suddenly shouted.

Kamo no Shinroku, who was some distance away, immediately ran over and knelt down, saying, "What are your orders, Master?"

"We'll arrange for people to rest in shifts during the first half of the night, and then we'll leave in the second half," Zhou Ming said decisively.

"Yes!" Kamo Shinroku nodded in response.

Hearing Zhou Ming giving orders to the others, they curiously walked over.

"Xiaoming, are we leaving here?" Wang Wen asked, puzzled.

“Yes, to the main venue.” Zhou Ming nodded and said.

"Why? This isn't over yet," Zhang San asked, very puzzled.

"The strategic goal has been achieved, and unless there are external factors, there won't be any major changes." Zhou Ming didn't explain too clearly, after all, he wasn't sure about his own judgment.

The main reason for leaving was that the Japanese soldiers here were becoming increasingly vigilant against Zhou Ming.

There are fewer and fewer people we can catch alive at night.

Seeing that Zhou Ming didn't want to answer any more questions, no one asked any further.

Time quickly passed into the latter half of the night. More than 140 Blood Demon soldiers assembled, and Zhou Ming glanced at the Nationalist army's position before quietly leading the main force away.

The target was a large field, but unexpected events occurred frequently. Zhou Ming led his troops to encounter Japanese troops several times. When there were too many enemies, they relied on the Blood Eagle to avoid them. When there were fewer people or at night, they would fight each other.

The number of Blood Demon soldiers was replenished, and after more than twenty days, the number recovered to its peak of 320.

But after several turns, instead of arriving at the nearby main venue, they ended up in another place.

Hazaobang!

Chapter 96 Promotion and Danger from the Shadows

"Boom boom boom!" The roar of cannons rang out continuously.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" a low-ranking Japanese officer shouted from the bow of the ship, clutching his submachine gun.

He kept firing his submachine gun when suddenly a crisp gunshot rang out.

The Japanese officer's head exploded, and he instantly fell into the river, his blood staining the water red as he became a floating corpse.

Liu Yan lay prone in the somewhat muddy trench, gripping her rifle with both hands and aiming at the next enemy.

This is the south bank of the Wenzaobang River. On the opposite bank are two regiments of the Japanese 101st Division, and small boats are constantly charging towards us on the river.

Zhou Ming leaned back, his hair covered in mud, his hands constantly kneading a fireball.

Suddenly it was thrown out, and with a loud bang, it expanded into a skull fireball.

The skull fireball floated in the air, looked around, and then fixed its gaze on a small boat in the middle of the lake. It immediately flew over with a sly laugh.

The Japanese soldiers hiding in the small boat couldn't see the ghostly face in the fireball, but they could see the raging fireball.

Some were so frightened they stood frozen in place, while others jumped off the ship on the spot.

"Boom!" The fireball struck a ship and instantly exploded.

The Japanese colonel on the opposite bank of the river put down his binoculars and clenched his fists tightly.

"This is not war, this is suicide! Stop the charge immediately!" the Japanese colonel said.

“But the division headquarters ordered us to take down the enemy's position,” a Japanese officer next to him said hesitantly.

"We can't send them to their deaths. I'll report this myself. You don't need to worry about this," the Japanese colonel said.

Soon the Japanese troops stopped crossing the river, and the positions on both sides temporarily quieted down.

"Why do I feel like those Japanese devils on the other side are so weak?" Wang Wen said, pulling out a slightly crumpled cigarette from his pocket and smoking it.

“Compared to the Japanese devils that night in Luodian, they were indeed very weak.” Zhang San also took out a cigarette, looked at Zhou Ming who hadn’t moved, and handed it to him.

"The Japanese have such a small territory, their elite forces will only dwindle with each kill, and they'll become even weaker," Zhou Ming waved his hand and said.

"Which unit are you from?" a voice suddenly rang out from the side.

Zhou Ming turned around and saw an officer walking over with two guards carrying submachine guns.

"I am Liu Qingfeng, the operations staff officer of the division headquarters. Which unit are you from? Who is in charge?" Staff Officer Liu took a step forward and asked.

“I am in charge,” Zhou Ming said, standing up.

Staff Officer Liu looked at Zhou Ming, who was covered in mud and whose hair and face were smeared with mud. He frowned and was about to reprimand him when he suddenly felt that Zhou Ming looked familiar.

"You are blood..." Staff Officer Liu quickly stopped speaking, changing his attitude very rapidly, and said with a smile.

"So it's Lieutenant Colonel Zhou! I've heard so much about you!"

Staff Officer Liu quickly stepped forward and, without minding the mud on Zhou Ming's hands, reached out and shook them.

"You know me?" Zhou Ming asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Of course, you and your special operations team are renowned. Which unit in Shanghai doesn't know you?" Staff Officer Liu adopted a very humble attitude.

"You're a colonel, no need to be so polite. Besides, when did I become a lieutenant colonel?" Zhou Ming felt a bit absurd.

He himself didn't even know when he was promoted again?

"Don't you know? This happened more than ten days ago..." Staff Officer Liu said with a smile.