Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

Of all of Shuichi Kanbara's subordinates, only Shin Kitahara chose to stay after seeing the living doll.

The other subordinates in front of him were mercenaries whom Shuichi Kambara had hired at great expense after he explained in advance that the mortality rate was extremely high.

So, without any extra time to explain, Kitahara Shin chose to deal with it for now.

"Boom boom boom!" The muffled roars kept exploding in his ears. Kitahara Shin looked in the direction, and through the increasingly hazy fog, he saw many figures like emotionless puppets lying on the second line of landmine defense.

They are villagers.

Their strength became exceptionally great; they tore through the barbed wire with their bare hands as easily as tearing open a sheet of paper.

But that's not the scariest part. The electric fence in prisons is usually placed on the top of the wall to prevent prisoners from climbing over the wall to escape. As long as you don't touch the fence with your own hands, you won't get shocked.

Shuichi Kanbara's defense line was much more exaggerated. He had a function designed so that if a part of the barbed wire was destroyed, a current far exceeding that of a normal high-voltage power grid would connect the entire defense line.

The instant the villagers tear apart the barbed wire, the voltage passes through their bodies, generating instantaneous high heat from the electrical current, causing internal burns.

The voltage will then continue to ionize and oxidize the negative ions in the body's cells.

Soon after, the organs lose function, leading to death.

The most deadly thing is that the electric current flows through the heart, and once the human heart is destroyed, death will occur instantly.

But the result was that everyone was safe and sound.

They indifferently tore through the electric fence, stepped on landmines, and even after their feet were blown off, they got up and continued forward.

Honkai energy has altered the villagers' bodies, and each of them is now on the verge of becoming undead, with their hearts and bodies having been greatly enhanced in terms of endurance and strength.

In fact, most of them did not qualify to become suicide soldiers, and the result of being forcibly strengthened in this way would only be an even more tragic death.

But at this moment, in front of Kitahara Shin and the mercenaries, these villagers undoubtedly challenged their values ​​once again.

Are you kidding me? Do you think this is Plants vs. Zombies?

"Mr. Kitahara, is this a zombie?" The man, who was holding down his colleague's hand to prepare to fire, froze and turned his head to ask in confusion.

"Idiot! I've already told you that as a battle-hardened and knowledgeable mercenary, you shouldn't easily believe in supernatural events! You should believe in science. The situation in front of us is clearly that the enemy has used advanced cyborgs to break through our defenses."

“But I’ve never heard of this technology before,” the man retorted.

"So this further proves that the other side's technology cannot be too far ahead of the world, and the cyborgs must still have some kind of flaw, which means we still have a certain chance of winning." Kitahara Shin sneered confidently.

"Stop babbling and start shooting these people awake!"

Kitahara Shin roared at him.

"Yes!" Upon hearing this, the man no longer hesitated and pulled the trigger.

But the result was beyond their expectations; the other person continued to roll around on the ground, unable to break free of their control.

"Looks like this method isn't entirely effective. Hurry up and continue! Wake up as many as you can! If you don't want to die in battle, you'd better act fast! I'll hold off these cyborgs for now!"

The man nodded in response, dragging his injured leg as he tried his best to carry out the order.

Regardless of whether Kitahara Shin's words are true or false, having more combat troops is the key at present.

At this moment, Kitahara Shin's vision was already blurry, and the blood loss and the energy expended from breaking free from the control of the living puppet made it difficult for him to speak.

Only intense pain could energize him, but the pain was also a negative factor.

But the man immediately picked up the rifle and pulled the trigger.

It's just playing Plants vs. Zombies, right?

Just be a pea shooter for once.

The recoil made the man, who was half-lying on the ground, even paler. Such recoil would normally be nothing more than child's play, but now it was consuming his precious little strength.

The bullets pierced through the bodies of the several figures in front of them, and the enormous kinetic energy they carried knocked them directly to the ground, where they were unable to move for a moment.

The man calmly changed the magazine and burst into laughter.

His magazine-changing movements and shooting accuracy were incredibly steady, the result of countless hours of practice.

However, Kitahara Shin's vision gradually blurred; no matter how strong his will was, his body still had its limits.

Even if a man desperately tries to drag his body away with his will and refuses to give up the fight, it is still the same.

But as the saying goes, push your limits right here!

The fighting cannot stop.

The man changed the magazine with one hand in 1.5 seconds and then pulled the trigger.

The Peashooter won't stop attacking until it gets eaten by a zombie, right?

Kitahara Shin too.

34. Shuichi Kanbara drew his sword.

Shuichi Kanbara observed the current scene. The dense black and red fog was penetrating everywhere, and the outside world should now be completely shrouded in this fog.

This was completely unexpected, but the man remained incredibly calm. He sat cross-legged in front of a door, with the divine sword resting on his lap.

He looked at the clear, mirror-like blade, and the human face reflected on it remained only with a calm, serene expression.

The man's breathing was natural and calm; he seemed completely unconcerned about the eerie fog, his expression composed.

Shuichi Kanbara also practiced martial arts during those ten years.

He had visited many famous teachers, including some with real skills. Several years ago, he briefly studied under an old man from China.

During his training in the mountains, Shuichi Kanbara witnessed the old man, who was over sixty years old, knock out a black bear with his fists, and also saw him fight a tiger with one hand and kill a pack of wolves with his bare hands.

As a result, after leaving the mountains, he never fired a single bullet from the gun he was carrying.

What shocked him most was the way the old man casually punched a mosquito, leaving it dizzy and disoriented.

He still vividly remembers that body, forged through countless trials, and its terrifying skills.

He wasn't considered the old man's disciple. According to the old man, he probably wouldn't have a disciple to inherit his mantle in his lifetime.

The training with the old man was a deal: he helped the old man connect with martial arts schools in Kanagawa, and in return, the old man taught him martial arts for a period of time.

Shuichi Kanbara's talent was not particularly outstanding. If you were to ask him what he had learned, it would only be the increasingly calm state of mind he achieved after mastering the breathing technique taught by the old man.

So even now, facing such an unexpected situation, he is still able to maintain his original mindset.

The roar from the outside world was incessant; the first line of defense must have already been breached.

Do you believe they have already begun to confront unknown adversaries?

Hopefully, that idiot will be smarter this time.

After a long fifteen minutes.

Noisy footsteps pierced through the mist, and rustling sounds surrounded them.

Shuichi Kambara's placid expression cracked; he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his expression gradually hardening with each breath.

“A letter…” The man let out a fleeting sigh in his heart.

The enemy has invaded.

Shuichi Kambara's three lines of defense have failed, leaving only the last line of defense.

Those were the sword and gun in Shuichi Kanbara's hand.

As a father, he would naturally be his daughter's last line of defense.

The man stood up silently, listening intently to the other person's undisguised footsteps.

It can be confirmed that there are many people on the other side.

It's highly likely that they are villagers from Shinbara Village. However, given that the villagers are unfamiliar with the layout of Shinbara's ancestral home, finding someone quickly in such a vast and spacious house would be extremely difficult.

The simplest and most efficient method is to separate the flow of people and conduct a thorough search.

The other party undoubtedly chose this option.

What Shuichi Kanbara needs to do now is not to sit and wait for death, but to kill those who have searched the nearby area with the least possible disturbance.

However, the fact that they were able to break through those three lines of defense so quickly clearly shows that their combat strength far exceeds that of Shuichi Kanbara.

Theoretically, the best way to kill the other side is to use firearms, but that would make too much noise and all the enemies in the ancestral home would swarm in, leaving him with no chance of survival.

The right thing to do is to delay being discovered and wait for Su Qing'an and Sato Yuno to return.

Therefore, only a knife can be used.

The only chance of victory for Shuichi Kanbara is the sharpest sword, capable of cutting through steel and iron.

Rather than engaging in direct combat, it is wiser to use an understanding of the terrain to launch a sneak attack and decapitate the opponent.

For example, right now.

He was a lame man; one of his feet had probably been blown off by a landmine, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, shuffling forward with his exposed bone rubbing against the ground as he limped along.

Crimson blood traced his path, like red ink splashed carelessly on white paper, making one marvel at how the human body could maintain mobility despite the large amount of blood flowing through it.

Its appearance was virtually indistinguishable from that of a zombie in a movie.

But then, the divine sword easily sliced ​​through the skin of his neck, the blade slicing 3 to 4 centimeters past the carotid artery and vein. A great fountain of blood gushed out, staining Shuichi Kanbara's face red. Yet, the force and speed of his sword swing remained unchanged. After the blade smoothly struck the surface of the bone, it finally encountered resistance, and he increased the force once again.

Immediately, the man's head fell to the ground.

The Divine Sword has no scabbard.

Shuichi Kanbara casually flicked the blood off his knife onto the ground and wiped the blood from his face with his clothes.

The crimson blood was already in his sight, and the world before his eyes was stained with a scarlet color.

The man's expression was indifferent as he looked at the head that had rolled to his feet.

The image above shows the face of that person, who remained joyful and fervent even after death.

Blood stained that face, making it look like a painting from hell.

Shuichi Kanbara knew this person.

This man runs a grocery store in the village. He is usually a kind and amiable middle-aged man who loves children very much. He often brings toys and snacks from the store to give to the children, for which his wife often scolds him by pulling his ear. He doesn't seem like a businessman who runs a store to make money at all.

Just like an idiot.

And now, his head has separated from his body and fallen to the ground.