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

The Higanbana ninja in the shadows lowered their heads slightly and their figures mysteriously disappeared from the spot.

On the Zijin Mountain position, Jiang Zhen stood at the highest point of the bunker.

Zhao Yuan stood behind him, his hands gripping the binoculars tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He looked for a while, then put the binoculars down, then raised them again, then put them down again, his expression growing more and more grim each time he put them down.

"Boss, look at the flags over there, that's the Japanese artillery regiment."

Zhao Yuan swallowed hard, his voice bitter. "We just took stock of what we have here. The garrison only has two usable mountain guns left behind, and less than twenty rounds of ammunition."

After saying this, Zhao Yuan stopped talking and waited for Jiang Zhen's instructions.

But Jiang Zhen did not speak.

Two mountain guns against hundreds of heavy artillery pieces; 70,000 flesh and blood against a 300,000-strong division—this disparity in military strength cannot be simply described as superior or inferior.

Once the enemy's heavy artillery completes its calibration and begins salvo firing, the first line of defense on Zijin Mountain will be shredded in the first round of shelling. Then, in the second and third rounds, when the shelling ends and the infantry charges, no one dares to think how many people will be left in the trenches.

Jiang Zhen shifted his gaze from the artillery positions of the Japanese army and glanced at his brothers who were busy behind him.

Jiang Ma was still leading his men to reinforce the fortifications. The aliens were scattered in various corners. Although they all looked resolute, Jiang Zhen knew that once the enemy's heavy artillery finished its rampage and began a carpet bombing, all the defenses here would crumble like paper.

"We can't give the other side a chance to prepare," Jiang Zhen muttered to himself.

He picked up the Hantian sword, the tip of which drew a string of sparks from the steel plate beneath his feet. The sparks flew into the air, flashed briefly, and then went out.

Amidst the horrified gazes of countless fellow members of the Canal Gang and other supernatural beings, Jiang Zhen leaped directly from the high bunker.

He landed steadily on the scorched earth at the forefront of the position, and then began to walk.

There was no charge, no shouting.

He simply carried the heavy, earth-shaking sword and walked steadily and slowly towards the dark mass of the Japanese army at the front line, two miles away.

"Master!" Master Feng exclaimed in surprise.

"Junior brother!" Chen Dao's expression also changed.

"Chief Jiang!" all the extraordinary individuals exclaimed in unison.

……

The Japanese army's forward observation posts spotted the unusual target immediately.

"Report! One enemy soldier has launched a solo attack from their position!"

The news quickly reached the temporary command post on the hill, and the officers inside picked up their binoculars and aimed them in that direction.

In the shot, a man dressed in black is carrying a guandao (a type of halberd) and walking calmly towards them. He walks slowly, without shouting battle cries or charging posture; he is simply walking alone on an empty battlefield, leaving a long shadow behind him.

When they saw the scene clearly, they were stunned at first, and then burst into a scornful laugh.

"This is the devil Sato was talking about?" A colonel put down his binoculars, shook his head, and said with a mocking expression. "I think he's a madman."

“He’s probably terrified,” another staff officer chimed in.

The lieutenant general waved his hand expressionlessly: "Since he wants to die, grant his wish. Order the front lines to fire freely, riddle him with bullets. Heavy artillery continues calibration, target Nanjing. Don't let one man delay the overall plan."

The order was transmitted to the front lines at an extremely fast speed.

A few seconds later, the Japanese army's machine gun positions on the front line opened fire first.

"Da da da da da—!"

The machine guns spat out tongues of fire half a foot long, and spent cartridges bounced out of the ejection port, clattering and falling to the ground. Then, more machine guns joined the firing, followed by rifles, dozens, hundreds, and thousands of guns firing simultaneously.

Countless bullets, trailing trails clearly visible even in daylight, rose from the Japanese army's position, intertwining in the air to form a dense barrage of metal bullets that rained down on Jiang Zhen. The bullets struck the ground, kicking up dense clouds of dust, churning up the soil, and shattering gravel into smaller fragments that scattered in all directions.

Jiang Zhen's figure was instantly engulfed by the dust and smoke.

"Boss—!"

"Boss—!"

The members of the Canal Gang on the defensive line were furious. One of them took a step forward but was pulled back by the person next to him. Master Feng's eyes turned red instantly, and he roared, "Fire! Push them back! Cover the gang leader!"

However, within that death zone covered in bullets, a black figure appeared and disappeared amidst the swirling dust.

Jiang Zhen's eyes were half-closed.

Vibration sensing.

The vibrations caused by the bullet cutting through the air... all of this was magnified and slowed down infinitely in his senses.

He could feel the trajectories of the three bullets on his left. One was high up and would fly over his head, while the other two were parallel and aimed at his chest. He turned his body slightly to the side, letting the two bullets pass by his chest and back respectively, the air currents from the bullets tugging at his clothes.

To his right, a burst of machine gun fire blocked his lower body. He deftly stepped aside, landing on another open patch of ground. All the bullets hit the muddy crater he had just stepped into, splashing mud all over his trouser leg.

A bullet hurtled straight at his face. He tilted his head, and the bullet grazed his temple. The hot air ruffled his hair, and he could smell the acrid odor of burning gunpowder.

Jiang Zhen's movements were not fast. He did not dodge or roll and jump. He even seemed a bit leisurely. He just kept adjusting his position and posture as he moved through the dense barrage of bullets.

With each step, he precisely avoided the bullets' impact points. It was as if the bullets were deliberately circling around him.

Two miles.

One mile.

500 meters...

The distance between Jiang Zhen and the Japanese army's front line was constantly shrinking. His pace remained neither quickened nor slowed throughout.

The soldiers on the front lines of the Japanese army began to panic.

"He's moving! He's still walking!"

"Why can't I hit it? I clearly aimed!"

"Is he a ghost? The bullet went right through his body?"

But no matter how intense the firepower, the man with the knife kept getting closer, his steps never faltering.

As the distance closed, Jiang Zhen's aura began to change.

His breathing became long and deep, each inhalation seeming to drain the surrounding air, and each exhalation produced a deep resonance in his chest.

They're here, they're here, they're here!

It wasn't a hallucination; that feeling had finally returned.

Jiang Zhen felt his blood begin to heat up, his heartbeat quicken, each heartbeat like a drumbeat, vibrating his chest and every part of his body, his mind clearer than ever before.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe.

From unifying the grain transport gangs to marching north to behead thieves, and now to facing the army alone at Zijin Mountain.

All of Jiang Zhen's experiences, anger, responsibility, will, and pride finally merged together at this moment.

An indescribable aura slowly rose from Jiang Zhen's body, then suddenly surged into his spine, rushing up to the back of his head and quickly sweeping across his entire body.

"This is it..."

Jiang Zhen's eyes widened suddenly.

He caught him!

Centered on him, an aura surged into the sky, and an invisible shockwave swept out in a ring.

It wasn't the wind, nor was it the outward release of vibrational force; rather, it was a kind of almost tangible mental pressure.

"Om-!"

The Japanese infantrymen at the front were frantically pulling the triggers, their fingers still on the triggers, their rifle butts still against their shoulders, the black figure in their sights getting closer and closer. But at this moment, they felt as if their minds had been struck hard by a heavy hammer.

My vision started to blur, not because there was something wrong with my eyes, but because my brain refused to process what I was seeing.

The cacophony of gunfire vanished from their ears. The gunfire continued, but they could no longer hear it. In the soldiers' perception, what was approaching was no longer a human being, but a colossal Asura descending from hell into the mortal realm.

The figure grew larger and larger in their field of vision until it filled their entire field of vision.

"Clang."

The first gun fell to the ground, followed by the second, the third...

"Splash! Splash! Splash!..."

Large numbers of Japanese soldiers on the front lines rolled their eyes back, unable to even scream, collapsing onto the muddy ground. Some lay prone at the edge of trenches, some lay face up in foxholes, and some slid off armored vehicles.

It took only a few seconds from the moment the first Japanese soldier fell to the moment the entire front line fell into dead silence.

The gunfire stopped.

It wasn't just sporadic stops; it stopped completely. The barrage of firepower that had been pouring down just moments before crumbled in an instant.

Chapter 64 Opening Up

The air seemed to freeze on the mound of the Japanese command post.

Those high-ranking Japanese officers who had been laughing and joking and mocking Jiang Zhen as a madman were now like ducks with their necks being choked, their binoculars pressed tightly against their eye sockets, and for a long time no one could utter a single word.

The lieutenant general's command sword trembled slightly, the tip leaving a messy mark in the soil.

"What...what is this?" A colonel's throat was dry, and his voice was almost off-key. "Chemical weapon? Why did our warriors lose their fighting ability so suddenly?"

"The devil... Is what Sato said true?" a staff officer murmured.

"idiot!"

The lieutenant general turned his head sharply, his eyes bloodshot, and snatched the radio from his adjutant's hand, roaring, "The will of the Imperial warriors will never be easily destroyed!"

"Pass down the order: the rear troops are to advance! Anyone who dares to retreat even half a step will be executed immediately!"

After shouting that, he turned his head sharply, his gaze piercing the shadowy Hieiyama ninja like a knife, his eyes filled with a desire to tear these incompetent inhumans to pieces.

"What are you all standing there for?!" the lieutenant general roared, veins bulging on his forehead. "Go! Kill him! I want to see his head!"

In the shadows, several ninjas exchanged glances, their eyes revealing shock and apprehension, but the vice admiral's orders were reckless.

"……clear."

As the hoarse voice fell, several dark figures, like elongated ink marks, instantly emerged from the shadows.

Jiang Zhen continued to walk at the front of the battle.

His eyes were always fixed on the command post of the Japanese army, and that attitude of ignoring everything was the greatest humiliation to the Japanese army.

Suddenly, a very faint hissing sound came from the air.