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

Inside the Qilin 102 car.

The embroiderer's gaze shifted away from the burning tank wreckage.

Remove them from the haphazardly laid-out corpses.

From that area—

They were moved from the land that had been soaked in the blood of the Japanese army.

Her eyes were fixed on the corner of the thermal imaging screen.

There is a red dot there.

Moving rapidly.

In progress—

Run northwest.

In progress—

Run away.

"There's still one Japanese soldier."

The embroiderer's voice rang out across China:

"It seems they ran away ahead of time."

Upon hearing this, Chen Dashan suddenly stood up.

That single eye instantly shone like red-hot iron.

The broadsword in his hand had long been itching to be used.

"Wow!"

he growled.

The sound exploded:

"Let me go and kill that son of a bitch!"

He took a step.

We must charge forward.

It's about to—

Go after that fleeing Japanese soldier.

Go and cut off his head yourself.

personally--

To avenge the brothers who died.

But just one step—

A faint blue light swept past him.

fast.

Chen Dashan only felt a gust of wind.

A gust of wind carrying a metallic scent.

It swept past me.

Chen Dashan was stunned.

He looked ahead.

The dark blue light had already shot out more than twenty meters.

It was Fu Hao.

Wearing that streamlined black exoskeleton armor.

The pale blue light patterns on the armor surface flowed silently in the sunlight.

She rushed out before Chen Dashan could even speak.

Chen Dashan stood there.

Maintain the stepping posture.

One foot is raised.

One foot is on the ground.

Like a sculpture.

His mouth was open.

What do you want to say?

But he couldn't say anything.

I just watched that figure grow ever more distant.

Looking at that black armor.

Looking at those dark blue light patterns.

Then, he murmured:

"This...this is fucking too fast..."

Zhang Shitou, a boy from Shaanxi, ran over.

Stand beside him.

Also looking in that direction.

"Company commander..." he whispered, "Should we still go?"

Chen Dashan remained silent for two seconds.

Then he put the knife down.

"Go to hell."

他 说:

"With her around, why would we be needed?"

…………

On the battlefield, where blood and flesh were everywhere.

Kiichi Yamanaka is running frantically.

He was out of breath from running.

I ran so hard my lungs felt like they were going to explode.

But he dared not stop.

can't stop.

To stop is to die.

That scene just now became his nightmare.

Six tanks.

Two shells.

Everything exploded.

It's all gone.

Those Japanese soldiers who were fighting alongside him just moments ago.

Those Japanese soldiers who were just moments ago alive and well—

It turned into fragments.

It turned into coke.

It became—

A bunch of things that are indistinguishable from one another.

Only he managed to escape.

He was the only one who ran out.

It's not because of bravery.

Because of--

When the third tank exploded, he knew that the battle was lost.

So he ran away.

Like a stray dog.

Like a wild dog being chased.

But then he suddenly heard something.

The voice came from behind.

Getting closer.

It's getting clearer and clearer.

Those were footsteps.

But it wasn't ordinary footsteps.

It's that kind of "tap, tap" metallic sound.

That kind of mechanical, rhythmic sound, unlike anything a human could make.

like-

Steel is standing on the ground.

Upon hearing this voice, Yamanaka Kiichi dared not turn around.

I dare not look.

I just kept running.

But the footsteps grew closer and closer.

Getting closer.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap—"

Kiichi Yamanaka finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He glanced back.

Just one glance.

He regretted it.

The black shadow had caught up to him in less than ten meters.

That streamlined armor.

Those pale blue light patterns.

Those pairs—

Behind the dark blue goggles, there were cool, aloof eyes.

Those eyes were staring at him.

Like staring at a dead person.

Like staring—

What a damned beast.

next second.

A hand covered in black armor grabbed the back of his collar.

That hand was very cold.

Even through the clothes, you could feel the icy temperature.

That hand was very strong.

Like iron clamps.

Like a robotic arm.

Yamanaka Kiichi was lifted up.

Both feet off the ground.

Suspended in mid-air.

"ah--!!!"

He screamed in agony.

Struggling desperately.

But that hand remained completely still.

Fu Hao pulled him in front of her.

He held it up to the pair of dark blue goggles.

He pulled it in front of those cold, clear eyes.

Yamanaka Kichi's face was contorted beyond recognition.

Tears and snot mixed together, covering my face.

His mouth was open.

The tongue is moving around randomly.

What do you want to shout?

think--

beg for mercy.

"Spare...spare my life..."

He shouted in broken Chinese:

"I...I surrender...I surrender..."

Fu Hao did not answer.

Just looking at him.

Looking at his distorted face.

Looking into the deep fear in his eyes.

"Please...please..."

Yamanaka Kiichi was still shouting.

The voice grew increasingly urgent:

"I...I'm useful...I know the intelligence...I know..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Fu Hao's other hand was already gripping his neck.

That hand was also cold.

It is also powerful.

Too--

Deadly.

She grasped it.

then.

Hard.

"Snap—!"

A crisp sound of bones breaking.

Clean and neat.

Like breaking off a withered branch.

Yamanaka Kiichi's body suddenly stiffened.

His eyes were wide open.

His eyes were so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

He wanted to shout, but he couldn't.

I want to breathe, but I can't inhale.

Only scarlet blood gushed from his mouth.

Fu Hao released her grip. The body of Shan Zhonggui fell to the ground.

"Bang."

A dull thud.

A small cloud of dust rose up.

Fu Hao lowered her head and looked at the Japanese soldier's corpse.

Looking at this face, still filled with fear as it faced death.

It's like looking at a pile of garbage.

Then, she spoke softly:

"When I followed Bian Yun to 1937—"

She paused.

Word by word:

"I told myself that."

"We must ensure that every invader who sets foot on this land—"

"I regret being born."

Done.

She bent down.

Grab onto Shan Zhongguiyi's ankle.

Dragging it out.

walking back.

On the battlefield, where blood and flesh were everywhere.

The air was thick with the smoke of gunpowder.

Blood flowed like a river.

A dark blue figure slowly emerged from the smoke of battle.

She was dragging a corpse in her hands.

The corpse's head stumbled and bumped on the ground.

A long trail of blood was left behind.

Chen Dashan stood still, watching the figure getting closer and closer.

His one eye was wide open.

His hand gripped the blunted blade of the greatsword tightly.

But his legs didn't move.

It's not because I'm afraid.

Because of--

That's amazing.

Zhang Shitou stood beside him, looking at the figure and the dragging corpse.

His mouth was wide open.

"Company...Company Commander..." he murmured, "That...that is..."

Chen Dashan did not answer.

Just watching.

Looking at the woman who emerged from the smoke of battle.

Looking at her black armor stained with blood.

Looking at the body in her hand—

The bodies of Japanese soldiers.

Fu Hao walked up to them.

stop.

They threw the body on the ground.

"They caught us, but we're dead," she said.

Chen Dashan's Adam's apple bobbed.

What do you want to say?

But I can't put it into words.

I just stared at the corpse.

Looking at that face, still filled with fear as it faced death.

a long time.

He spoke:

"Is this person... the company commander?"

Fu Hao nodded.

"Was he begging for mercy just now?"

Fu Hao nodded again.

"and then?"

"Then--"

Fu Hao paused for a moment:

"I broke his neck."

Chen Dashan looked at her.

Then, he suddenly laughed.

That smile was unpleasant because of the scars on his face.

But that smile was genuine.

It's very bright.

"Okay," he said. "Okay."

That's how it should be.

In the distance, the anvil and the door-breaking man approached.

They looked at the corpse, at the trail of blood dragged out of the smoke of battle.

The anvil whistled:

"Fu Hao, are you... dragging a corpse through the streets?"