Not enough Japanese devils to kill? 1.4 billion people volunteer for the Battle of Shanghai.

"You will all die."

Fu Hao stood there and raised her head.

Behind the dark blue goggles, a pair of cool, clear eyes were visible.

There are twelve Japanese soldiers left.

They formed a semicircle, their rifles trembling as they aimed at the black figure.

Twelve against one.

Can we win?

Squad Leader Koji Ishida gritted his teeth; he knew there was no turning back. He roared:

"Charge! Charge together!"

Twelve Japanese soldiers charged forward at the same time.

Bayonets were like a forest, and roars shook the heavens.

Fu Hao moved.

They retreated from time to time.

It is the front rush.

The hydraulic devices on her armored legs were released instantly, propelling her forward like a black cannonball.

The first Japanese soldier had just raised his rifle when Fu Hao was already in front of him.

The next second, a hand covered in black armor grabbed his head from the side.

Tighten your fingers.

The sound of metal scraping against the skull was sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping against glass.

"Crunch—crunch—"

The Japanese soldier's eyes bulged out, and his mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to shout, but no sound came out.

Because his skull was cracking.

It's not about crushing.

It means to hold on.

Use his body as a weapon.

Fu Hao grabbed the head and flipped through the air like a gymnast.

She swung the Japanese soldier, whose body weighed over 100 pounds, through the air, sending him tracing a huge arc.

It smashed into the two Japanese soldiers who rushed up from the side!

"Bang--!!!"

The three heads collided!

The sound of bones cracking was as clear as stepping on a pile of dry wood.

All three bodies deformed simultaneously, gushed blood, and collapsed at the same time.

It twitched twice.

It stopped moving.

The fourth Japanese soldier seized the opportunity to stab at them from the side.

The bayonet pierced Fu Hao's side.

He moved very quickly.

The stab was very accurate.

The knife tip pierced through—

It pierced the side of the armor.

"bite--!"

The crisp sound of metal colliding.

The blade tip slid across the armor surface, leaving a faint white mark.

That's it.

The Japanese soldier's eyes were wide open.

He couldn't believe it.

He used all his strength in that strike.

Let alone a person, even a steel plate should be pierced a little.

But this armor...

Not even a dent?

In that moment of stunned silence...

Fu Hao's elbow had already reached it.

I bumped into his face.

"Bang--!!!"

A dull, teeth-grinding thud.

The Japanese soldier's nasal bridge collapsed, and his entire face caved in, looking like a rotten tomato that had been smashed with a hammer.

He was sent flying backwards and lost consciousness in mid-air.

His body slammed heavily against the wall.

"Snapped!"

A bloodstain running from top to bottom was left on the wall, a shocking sight.

Then, he slid down softly.

died.

The fifth and sixth Japanese soldiers charged at the same time.

They've learned to be smarter.

One left and one right.

Two bayonets were simultaneously thrust into Fu Hao's chest and abdomen.

It sealed off her space to dodge left and right.

Either tough it out or back down.

But if you step back, there are even more people behind you.

Fu Hao did not retreat.

She didn't even try to dodge.

She simply turned slightly to the side.

Both bayonets missed their targets simultaneously.

They swept past her on either side.

The distance between the blade tips is less than ten centimeters.

She was right there in that ten-centimeter gap.

Then--

She reached out with both hands at the same time.

He grabbed the neck of the person on his left with his left hand.

He grabbed the face of the one on the right with his right hand.

The armored hand possesses strength measured in tons.

She tightened her grip at the same time.

"Snap—!"

The cervical vertebra on the left side snapped instantly.

His head was tilted at an impossible angle, and his entire neck was twisted like a pretzel.

He went limp before he could even utter a sound.

"puff--!"

The facial bones on the right side collapsed.

The eyeball was squeezed out and hung outside the eye socket.

Blood gushed from his eyes, nose, and mouth at the same time.

Both bodies collapsed simultaneously.

Fu Hao released her grip.

The two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground.

There are six left.

The six Japanese soldiers stopped in their tracks at the same time.

It's not that I don't want to flush.

They dared not rush in.

They stood five meters in front of Fu Hao.

Holding a bayonet.

My hands are shaking.

My legs are shaking.

My whole body was shaking.

How long has passed since the start of the attack?

Just for this short while.

Six lives.

They are all elites.

They're all dead.

What kind of monster is this?

What kind of monster is this?

The remaining six Japanese soldiers looked at each other.

Koji Ishida stood at the very back, his hands trembling so badly he could barely hold his military knife.

He saw Fu Hao turn her head.

Behind those dark blue goggles, his eyes remained calm.

They looked at them like they were dead.

"Demon...monster..." he murmured, his voice like a dream.

My teeth are chattering.

It made a "clucking" sound.

My legs were shaking too.

He wanted to run away.

But my legs wouldn't obey me.

Fu Hao looked at Ishida Koji:

"Are you scared?" she asked.

The sound wasn't loud.

Very peaceful.

It's as commonplace as asking "The weather is nice today".

But this calm was more terrifying than any roar.

Koji Ishida suddenly woke up.

He knew he had no way out.

He roared and raised his saber—

But the knife hadn't been raised above his head yet.

The hydraulic system of the exoskeleton armor is activated.

"laugh--!"

A slight exhaust sound.

Fu Hao had already arrived in front of him.

A hand was already pressed against his chest.

The moment the armored hand touched the military uniform, Koji Ishida felt it—

The temperature of death.

Cold.

It was bone-chilling.

It seeps directly into the heart from the chest.

He wanted to shout.

I can't shout it out.

He wanted to hide.

There's no escaping it.

He could only watch helplessly as that hand pressed against his chest.

Waiting to die.

Fu Hao did not kill him.

Just hold him down and slowly walk forward.

Koji Ishida's legs had completely gone limp.

He staggered, pushed backward step by step by that hand.

Stepping over the gravel.

Stepping over the corpse.

They retreated until they reached the wall.

Leaning against the cold wall.

There is no way to retreat.

Fu Hao lowered her head and looked at him.

I looked at it for two seconds.

Those two seconds felt like an eternity.

"Who...who are you...?"

Koji Ishida asked in a trembling voice.

His facial muscles contorted, and tears and snot streamed down his face.

"Are you... are you a monster... or...?"

Fu Hao did not answer.

She just looked at him.

Looking at this squad leader who was just shouting "Assault!" and "Let's go together!"

Then, she let go.

It's not about letting him go.

Yes--

Take a step back.

Koji Ishida was taken aback.

He saw that Fu Hao had let go of his hand.

He saw her take a step back.

He thought—

Is there any hope?

He opened his mouth wide, as if to say something.

beg for mercy.

Or express gratitude.

Or say nothing at all, just want to live.

But next second.

He saw Fu Hao's legs move.

It wasn't a kick.

It's a lift.

The armored legs were raised high, above the head.

Thighs, calves, and feet were stretched into a straight line.

Like a raised battle axe.

call--!!

The leg armor whistled through the air as it slashed down!

"Bang--!!!"

It wasn't the sound of a skull cracking.

His entire head was cleaved into his chest cavity by that kick.

Cervical spine fracture.

The skull was fractured.

His entire head suddenly shrank into his shoulders, turning him into a headless person.

Fresh blood gushed from the neck cavity.

It splashed on the wall.

It splashed on the ground.

It splashed onto Fu Hao's armor.

The body slid slowly down the wall.

A shocking trail of blood ran from top to bottom on the wall...

P.S. A shout-out to Ms. Fu Hao!