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The gold and red colors on the flag became even deeper, with a faint divine light flowing within them.

On the flagpole, dense golden engravings began to appear, like some kind of ancient inscription.

The oppressive aura emanating from it has already made some weaker magnetic field experts feel immense pressure.

Today, Yang Yi arrived at a brutal battlefield. Even before he used the Human Emperor Banner to activate the remnant soul, he could already feel the despair permeating the place.

This is where the battle that could have been fought a few years ago took place—a battle that could have been carried by an Eastern meat grinder.

The ferocity of that battle exceeded everyone's imagination, with an average of one division wiped out every day and over a thousand officers at the regimental level or above killed in action every month.

In this battle, hundreds of thousands of Chinese soldiers charged forward to their deaths, and three hundred thousand heroes sacrificed their lives for the country.

This is the site of the Battle of Shanghai.

Chapter 218 The Heroes of Songhu

Yang Yi thrust the Emperor's Banner heavily into the scorched earth of the Battle of Shanghai site.

In an instant, the entire scorched earth trembled violently.

The land beneath their feet was no longer lifeless; instead, it seemed like an ancient behemoth awakened, emitting a deep, furious roar.

The ground cracked open with fine fissures, and dust churned upwards.

The deathly despair that had filled the air seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, replaced by an even more powerful and iron-willed force.

That will, carrying the chilling aura of war and the roar of defiance, instantly filled this land.

This will is purer and more intense than the previous resentment.

From beneath the cracked earth, from among the scattered ruins, countless figures began to slowly crawl out.

They were wearing tattered military uniforms, riddled with bullet holes and bloodstains, which still vaguely resembled their former appearance.

They gripped broken rifles, bent bayonets, or nicked broadswords tightly in their hands.

On every one of their faces was the unwavering resolve of someone facing death without fear.

That kind of unwavering resolve, disregarding life and death, pierced through the illusion of the soul and the distance of the screen, striking straight into the heart.

"kill--!"

The roars seemed to burst forth from the depths of hell, filled with endless hatred.

"rush--!"

More roars converged, like thunderclaps, shaking people to the core.

Their sheer number almost obscured the broken sky, a golden-red expanse stretching as far as the eye could see.

Their fighting spirit was as fierce as a wildfire; these were the iron-blooded military spirits that fought to the death without retreating.

The camera on the screen suddenly zoomed in, giving a close-up shot.

The spirit of a Chinese hero who lost his left arm still maintains a charging posture.

Even after transforming into a spirit, he still held tightly to the neck of an enemy who had also transformed into a spirit and was dressed in the uniform of a Japanese officer.

The Japanese officer's spirit was filled with terror and contortion, yet he was unable to break free.

His right hand gripped a broken bayonet, its tip rusted.

With all his might, he plunged the bayonet deep into the Japanese officer's soul.

Through a nationwide live broadcast on light screens, hundreds of millions of Chinese people witnessed this breathtaking scene.

They couldn't control their emotions and burst into tears.

Countless veterans who participated in the Battle of Shanghai and were fortunate enough to survive that bloody battle are now watching the screen with trembling eyes.

When they saw those familiar military uniforms, those vaguely recognizable faces, and those brothers who had fought side by side reappeared in this way, two streams of hot tears instantly welled up in their cloudy eyes.

They pounded their chests, letting out long-suppressed cries of grief.

"It's them! It's really them!"

"It's my brothers! They've returned! They've returned for revenge!"

These heroic souls, burning with fierce fighting spirit, did not rush towards the Emperor's Banner in Yang Yi's hand like the wronged souls in Jinling and other places before them.

They seemed to be summoned by some kind of calling, or perhaps it was the mission they had not completed in life, the obsession with protecting their homeland, that continued to drive them even after death.

After a brief assembly, forming incomplete yet still well-organized ranks, they all turned around and went their separate ways.

They rushed straight towards the remaining Japanese strongholds in the Songhu area that had not yet been cleared, as well as the remnants of the Japanese troops who were fleeing in panic.

They were determined to finish the unfinished battle.

On the banner of the Human Emperor, the golden-red light suddenly intensified.

The countless tiny figures on it seemed to sense this surging fighting spirit, and they all burst out from the flag.

They transformed into streaks of light, actively merging into the charging ranks of heroic souls, charging towards the enemy alongside them, roaring and fighting together.

Facing this "ghost legion" composed entirely of pure fighting spirit.

The psychological defenses of the remaining Japanese troops in the Shanghai area collapsed completely in an instant.

Their so-called "Bushido" spirit, which they take pride in, appears so pale and utterly ridiculous in the face of these immortal and vengeful Chinese heroes.

They could only watch helplessly in endless fear and despair as those roaring heroic spirits passed through their bodies, and were then torn apart and ripped apart in the most primal and vengeful way—until their souls were completely destroyed.

Fear became the only feeling of the Japanese invaders.

The news of the heroic souls of the Songhu Incident independently fighting against the Japanese invaders quickly spread to all the Japanese command posts in China and even reached their capital.

In the Japanese capital, those once arrogant warmongers were now plunged into unprecedented panic.

The previously hesitant plan for a full retreat was immediately executed without any hesitation.

Large numbers of Japanese troops, no longer caring about battle lines or order, began to flee frantically towards the coastal ports.

Their only thought was to escape this land "punished by the gods" as soon as possible, and to escape those deadly ghosts.

This land has become a true hell for them.

Meanwhile, in another area far from the Shanghai-Nanjing battlefield.

Wu Gensheng, leading his few remaining members of the Quanxing sect who had been "selected," was conducting a raid on a secret Japanese biological weapons research institute.

With the help of the magnetic field martial arts taught by Yang Yi, Wugensheng's attacks were exceptionally swift.

He was surrounded by electric sparks, and with every move he made, an invisible magnetic force destroyed the research institute's defenses.

He then discovered that the Japanese invaders inside the research institute were frantically destroying large amounts of experimental data and research materials.

Those documents contained shocking records of inhumane human experiments.

Wugensheng's eyes turned cold as he gave orders to his few remaining subordinates:

"Leave no one alive, and do not destroy the data."

"Take all the documents, take them all!"

On the other side, Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, and the others were deeply shocked to see those heroic souls of the Songhu Army fighting independently like a real army, clearing out the Japanese invaders.

But they didn't stay idle because of this.

"Brother Yi's spending is getting bigger and bigger."

Zhang Chulan smacked his lips, then his face lit up with excited anticipation.

They split up and coordinated with the offensive of these heroic souls to carry out a final "purification" of the Japanese invaders who were trying to resist with their fortifications or who were scattering and fleeing.

Those with strong magnetic fields descended like tigers from the mountain, and wherever they went, the resistance of the Japanese invaders crumbled.

As they fought with great enthusiasm, they became increasingly adept at using the magnetic field power they had recently mastered, unleashing a variety of unbelievable attack methods.

For them, battle has also become a form of training.

As the main forces of the Japanese invaders on Chinese soil were defeated and wiped out in large numbers.

The smoke and bloodshed that had shrouded this land for years were finally beginning to dissipate.

In many towns and villages, the surviving people cautiously stepped out of their dilapidated homes.

They spontaneously gathered to commemorate the souls of those who died in the war, celebrating the hard-won liberation in the simplest way.

Long-lost smiles are beginning to reappear on people's weathered and numb faces.

However, the wounds left by the war on this land are so profound.

The devastated ruins, the countless broken families, and the deep-seated fear and grief in people's hearts cannot be soothed overnight.

The road to rejuvenation is still long.

Moreover, the path of revenge is the same. The Japanese invaders ravaged this land, leaving it devastated. How can they just pack up and leave now?

Chapter 219 MC Professional Post-War Reconstruction

A month later, a new city rose from the scorched earth of China.

The former ruins have completely disappeared, replaced by a neatly planned new town.

The fields are crisscrossed by paths, and the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard from one another; the fertile fields stretch into the distance.

The land of China, ravaged by war, has been revitalized by the power of my world.

The people's faces were filled with long-lost smiles, a longing and cherishing of new life after struggling out of the abyss of despair.

The worship and gratitude towards the Magnetic Field Sect, especially its leader Yang Yi, reached its peak in the hearts of every rescued person.

Various places spontaneously built shrines for the powerful members of the Magnetic Field Sect, especially Yang Yi.

The incense burns brightly, day and night.

Standing in the center of a newly built square, Yang Yi looked at the thriving scene before him and couldn't help but admire Sang Biao's professionalism.

It turned out that a month ago, he had selected a high-ranking Japanese officer who was deeply sinful and whose hands were stained with the blood of innocent Chinese people.

Then Yang Yi placed his palm on the officer's crown, and an invisible force surged, injecting information into his body.

The officer's body trembled violently, and the fear and resentment in his eyes were quickly replaced by a hollow blankness.