Under One Person: The Sea Emperor Who Shattered Heaven and Earth

Some people were hanging precariously from the broken mast, some were half-buried in piles of broken planks, and some were vomiting on the ground...

"Cough cough... I'll never take a boat again in my life... Ugh..."

A burly man with a full beard crawled out of the ship wreckage, took a couple of steps and then started vomiting while holding his knees. A tall, thin man sat on the ground, his eyes still darting around, pointing to the sky as if gesturing something.

Jiang Zhen glanced at the crowd who were still cursing and breathed a sigh of relief. He would hold a banquet later to apologize for risking his life.

Then he looked at the battlefield, where the once imposing position of the Japanese vanguard had been reduced to a shattered ruin.

The two tanks were reduced to scrap metal, completely flattened, like soda cans that had been stepped on.

The Japanese soldiers became dark red specks in the mud, and the vanguard of 10,000 men was wiped out.

The entire Zijin Mountain defense line fell into a deathly silence at this moment.

The defenders in the trenches remained frozen in place, guns at the ready, dumbfounded. Some could barely hold their guns, the muzzles drooping little by little, while others stared wide-open.

The grenade in the garrison company commander's hand, which had already been pulled and was still smoking, was abruptly thrown into an open area some distance away. He glanced down at it and hurriedly threw it away.

The grenade traced an arc in the air before landing and exploding on the open ground with a loud bang, bringing some people back to their senses.

Meanwhile, at the observation post in the distant command post, Major Sato was still holding the binoculars. Then the binoculars slipped from his hands and hung around his neck, dangling. His face was as white as paper, his lips were trembling, and he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Jiang Zhen strode forward, sword in hand, and looked at the Japanese officers who were still standing there in a daze at the East Asian Vanguard Command in the far distance.

"Jiang Zhen of the Cao Gang is here!"

His voice wasn't loud, but amplified by the vibrations, it echoed throughout the entire Purple Gold Mountain Range. The sound bounced back from the peaks and reverberated through the valleys, layering together with each other.

After the sound reached them, the flagpole at the advance command post of the Japanese army, where the flag was being raised, suddenly exploded.

Chapter 61 Taking Over the Defense Line

"Cough cough..."

A violent cough broke the silence.

Ma Ben crawled out from the crack in the broken deck. His goggles were shattered. He didn't bother to brush the dust off his body and immediately ran to the edge of the ship's side to look down.

Immediately afterwards, one by one, the awakened superhumans jumped out of the wreckage, each with a pale face and weak limbs.

When they saw what was in front of them, everyone felt as if they had been choked, and their breath stopped instantly.

Before them lay a massive, radiating, fan-shaped crater across the earth. The once-flat hillside had vanished.

The once-solid mountainside sank several meters, forming a circular ruin. The two sturdy tanks were now twisted beyond recognition, like crumpled pieces of paper. The bodies of the Japanese soldiers were unrecognizable, their dark red blood mixed with scorched earth creating a splattered pattern on the ground.

"This...is this something a human could do?" a strange man muttered to himself, his legs spinning.

He glanced at Jiang Zhen, who was standing in front, holding a large sword with his back to the crowd.

"Even the mighty Xiang Yu, the ancient overlord, whose strength could uproot mountains and whose spirit could overshadow the world, could not have been more powerful than this, could he?" Another older, extraordinary person wiped away cold sweat. "No, the overlord was ultimately just a mortal. Chief Jiang's punch... already possessed divine power..."

……

At this moment, in the trenches of the first line of defense on Zijin Mountain.

The commander of the first line of defense stared wide-eyed at the enormous pit.

Just minutes before, he was thinking about how to defend against the Japanese army's third charge.

But what has happened now?

A ship flew in from the sky.

A person jumped off the boat.

Then, the Japanese were gone.

"Sir...sir, are those our reinforcements?" a soldier with a blood-stained face asked in a trembling voice.

The officer remained silent, his pupils contracting sharply. He stared at the man in the tattered black robe, carrying a guandao (a type of halberd). In his decades of military service, he had never imagined war could be fought like this.

Is that Jiang Zhen from the canal gang who sent a telegram a while ago ordering the defense of Nanjing? Not only did he actually come, but he's also incredibly powerful.

He had always thought those so-called martial arts masters were just people with some tricks up their sleeves, nothing special, let alone conspicuous in the face of a massive steel onslaught. But now…

There are actually beings who can change the course of a war with just one person, and wipe out nearly ten thousand people in one blow. These so-called superhumans are really that powerful?

……

Meanwhile, at the command post of the Japanese vanguard force, one mile away from the defensive line.

Major Sato slumped into his chair, the binoculars in his hand falling to the ground due to exhaustion, shattering the lens.

His command center was deathly silent. The adjutant and the communications soldiers stared like wooden figures at the still-smoking giant crater ahead.

His nearly ten thousand elite soldiers, right before his eyes, turned into part of the earth with a crisp "crack".

"No, impossible!!!"

A hissing sound, like that of a dying wild beast, escaped Sato's throat. His eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils were dilating.

"Major! Major!" the communications soldier cried out shrilly.

Sato suddenly jumped up, as if he had fallen into some kind of frenzy, grabbed the communications soldier by the collar and shook him wildly: "Send a telegram to headquarters! Send a telegram to command!"

"What...what should the content be?" the communications soldier asked, his voice trembling.

"A demon god! A demon god has appeared!" Sato roared, spittle flying everywhere. "The vanguard has been wiped out! Tell them to bring the main force over immediately, and... and have all heavy artillery fire cover Purple Mountain! Firing it now!"

The ticking of the telegraph machine blared wildly in the cramped makeshift command post.

……

Less than half an hour later.

At the front line of Zijin Mountain, the earth trembled once again.

The main force of the canal gang arrived.

Even from miles away, they could hear the deafening roar that shattered the sky. Now, when they saw the huge pit in front of Zijin Mountain and the man standing at the edge of the pit, their emotions were instantly ignited to the extreme.

"The gang leader! It's the gang leader!"

"The gang leader is mighty!"

The shouts were like a tidal wave, a unified frenzy among tens of thousands of people.

The canal gang members, who had been exhausted from their hurried journey, now let out a deafening roar, their eyes filled with an almost obsessive and fanatical worship.

In their eyes, Jiang Zhen was not only their gang leader, but also a war god descended from the heavens. At this moment, if Jiang Zhen gave the word to send them to crash into the Japanese cannons, they would not hesitate for a moment.

Jiang Zhen slowly turned around and looked at the dark mass of people.

"Fifth Master, Master Bai, Zhao Yuan," Jiang Zhen ordered in a deep voice.

"Here!" The three of them quickly ran forward.

"Lead the men to clean up the battlefield."

"We must properly preserve the bodies of our fallen heroes; we cannot allow them to lie exposed in this desolate wilderness."

"Yes!"

……

At this moment, the commander of the first line of defense at Zijin Mountain, a company commander, led several personal guards across the trenches and strode toward Jiang Zhen.

"Commander Chen Linguo, thank you for your righteous assistance, Chief Jiang. If it weren't for Chief Jiang's help... my brothers would probably all be dead here by now."

Jiang Zhen returned the greeting: "We are all Chinese people, it is only right."

Chen Linguo looked at Jiang Zhen and gestured for him to enter: "Chief Jiang, this place is dangerous. The main force of the Japanese could arrive at any time. I have informed the headquarters of your righteous act. The officers in Zijin Mountain would like to invite Chief Jiang in for a chat."

Jiang Zhen raised his hand to interrupt him.

"No need." Jiang Zhen looked towards the horizon. "The main force of the Japanese should be arriving soon."

Chen Linguo's expression changed: "...That first line of defense is impossible to hold. Our original plan was to use the terrain of Zijin Mountain to launch a series of attacks and eventually retreat into the city..."

“No need to withdraw.” Jiang Zhen’s tone was domineering. “From now on, I will take over this first line of defense.”

Chen Linguo was stunned: "Chief Jiang, this...this is not in accordance with military regulations. Moreover, although you have more people, you lack heavy firepower..."

Jiang Zhen looked at the wounded and exhausted soldiers nearby and said, "Company Commander Chen, take your men and go to the rear to rest. You've fought long enough, it's time to rest and it's time to rotate your men."

Jiang Zhen paused for a moment, then said, "Just leave the rest of your ammunition behind. The rest is up to us."

Chen Linguo looked into Jiang Zhen's eyes. His brain was still thinking about how to refuse tactfully, but his body reacted first.

"Yes." Chen Linguo nodded as if possessed, then turned to his men and shouted, "Pass down the order: everyone retreat to the second line of defense to rest! Hand over all the remaining ammunition to the brothers of the Canal Gang!"

Jiang Zhen nodded slightly: "Thank you."

……

Half an hour later.

Chen Linguo and his remaining troops have retreated to the camp of the second line of defense in the hinterland of Zijin Mountain.

Sitting on a bench in the temporary command post, he picked up a bowl of cold water and took a big gulp. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and stood up abruptly.

"Company commander, what's wrong?" the adjutant asked, startled.

"and many more."

Chen Linguo looked at his adjutant: "Something's not right! That Jiang Zhen isn't my superior, nor is he from the government. He's just a gangster boss... Why the hell did I subconsciously listen to him just now? He told me to retreat, so I retreated? He told me to leave ammunition, so I left ammunition?"

Chapter 62 A Hundred Schools Enter the Scene

After Jiang Zhen took over the defense line, the scorched earth on the first line of defense of Zijin Mountain was undergoing tremendous changes under the drive of some strange force.

In front of the position, the massive wreckage of the spaceship lay scattered.

Ma Ben wiped the soot off his face. His hands, which were used to fiddling with mechanical parts, were now moving rapidly, and blue energy flowed around him like ripples on water.

"Brothers and fellow disciples, come together!" Ma Ben shouted at the top of his lungs.

Soon, in addition to the people from Tiangongtang, dozens of other people from different schools, skilled in metal manipulation, material manipulation, or mechanical arts, gathered together.

"This pile of scrap metal can't be wasted, and neither can those two lumps of tank scrap metal. Melt them up and train them together!"

At Ma Ben's command, dozens of streams of Qi at different frequencies instantly enveloped the entire spaceship.