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

"The flag has fallen! The general has been captured!"

Someone shouted first, and then the fear spread like a plague. The Japanese soldiers began to throw down their guns and flee in panic. Some people tripped and fell, and those behind them stepped over them. Some jumped into shell craters and curled up in a ball, covering their heads with their hands and chanting the names of gods and Buddhas.

Behind them were the bloodthirsty members of the Grand Canal gang.

Master Feng led his men at the forefront, his broadsword already chipped and dulled from the blows.

"The gang leader has won! Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

The extraordinary individuals moved about as if they were in an empty place.

Zhang Zhiwei summoned lightning, and each strike of lightning blew away a group of people.

Tang Jiaren and his Tang Clan laid out poisonous smoke in the rear. The fleeing Japanese soldiers rushed into the smoke and instantly fell in rows, their faces turning purple, their deaths extremely gruesome.

......

At this moment, the Japanese army turned into a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

Seeing the fleeing Japanese soldiers, Jiang Zhen's eyes narrowed: "None of them will escape!"

The power of vibration once again condensed and was injected into Hantian. With a hum, white light swirled around the blade. He gripped the blade with both hands and cleaved it directly towards the ground in the distance.

"Earthquake - Earthquake cracking!"

The white light on the blade instantly shot out and shattered the air. Then the ground began to shake, and a huge crack suddenly tore open from the ground, like a chasm, precisely blocking the only way for the fleeing Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers running at the front didn't have time to stop. They watched in horror as the ground beneath their feet suddenly disappeared, and their bodies were already suspended in mid-air. Screams came from the cracks, trailing long tails, one after another, one after another, until they finally blended into an indistinguishable buzzing sound.

The soldiers in front saw the crack and desperately tried to stop, but the fleeing torrent behind them had no idea what was happening ahead and continued to surge forward due to inertia.

The people in front were pushed and shoved by those behind, their feet carving trails in the ground, yet they still couldn't stop themselves from sliding into that abyss.

Some people turned around and grabbed the collar of the person behind them the moment they were pushed down, falling into the darkness together. Others were squeezed to the edge of the crevice and desperately clung to the cliff wall, their fingernails worn off on the stone, their ten fingers bleeding profusely. In the end, they were hit by the people falling behind them and disappeared into the depths of the crevice together.

Screams, the muffled thuds of falling objects, the crashing sound of rubble rolling down, and the sounds of pursuit from the canal gang and the outsiders behind—all the sounds intertwined together.

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On the mound.

The Japanese lieutenant general, held in Jiang Zhen's arms, looked at the soldiers fleeing across the mountains and fields, and the soldiers falling into the ravine. Hearing the endless screams, his eyes finally glazed over.

"Warriors of the Empire... I am... of the Empire..."

What you are is not important.

Jiang Zhen grabbed his head. His five fingers gripped the lieutenant general's skull like iron clamps, the fingertips digging into his scalp, the bones making a slight cracking sound.

The lieutenant general's face was pinched out of shape, his mouth opened involuntarily, his eyeballs bulged out, and blood gushed from the corners of his eyes.

"I'll try what you want to do in Jinling City on you first."

"What do you mean?" The Japanese lieutenant general looked at Jiang Zhen with fear.

Jiang Zhen smiled coldly, "You'll find out soon enough."

By the next morning, everyone was covered in blood. As the crowd was wiped out, only a few Japanese soldiers remained, hiding in the mountains. Master Feng immediately ordered the gang to block all roads, whether they were going in or out of the mountains, whether they could leave or not. They were to be completely blocked off and not let a single one escape, awaiting the gang leader's instructions.

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"Boss!"

"Chief Jiang!"

Master Feng, Bai Fu, Zhao Yuan, and other extraordinary individuals all watched as Jiang Zhen walked forward carrying the Japanese lieutenant general.

Master Feng stepped forward first: "Chief, I have ordered all roads to be blocked, both up and down the mountain, in all directions. What should we do with those beasts who have hidden in the mountains?"

"Since they're already here, let's not let them leave."

"No prisoners, leave no one alive," Jiang Zhen ordered directly.

"Yes!" The members of the canal gang accepted the order.

Then Jiang Zhen raised the Japanese lieutenant general in his hand and asked the crowd.

"Are there any brothers in the gang with any skills? I'll have them cut into a thousand pieces or executed by slow slicing."

"This..." Bai Fu hesitated for a moment, his face showing difficulty, before speaking, "Chief, this skill... it probably only existed in the palace in the past. Those were specially trained executioners, who could cut neither too much nor too little. Our brothers in the Canal Gang are good at beheading, but when it comes to slow slicing..."

He shook his head, making it clear that no one knew how to do it.

"No problem. Go and learn from the brothers of the Tang Clan. It'll also be a good opportunity for the brothers to practice. Put him in a cage for now, and let you do whatever you want to him, but don't let him die a quick death."

"Yes!"

……

Then came another full day without sleep.

The disciples of the Canal Gang and the extraordinary people were divided into dozens of small teams. At night, they would carry torches and comb through the dark mountain forest like combs. The firelight wandered through the mountains, illuminating every rock crevice, every cave, and every clump of bushes.

The extraordinary individuals displayed their unique abilities. Some used Qi to manipulate objects and sense the presence of living beings within a hundred-meter radius; others released their tamed birds to survey the entire mountain forest from the air; still others employed tracking techniques, tracing the trails left on the ground.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were dragged out of their hiding places one by one.

Some people were found curled up in caves, trembling and clutching their rifles. When they were dragged out, their crotches were soaked. Some climbed trees to try to evade the search, but were shot down by the firelight. Some knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

Nobody paid them any attention.

When the knife fell, all sounds ceased abruptly.

When the last hiding place was destroyed and the last Japanese soldier was found, he was hiding in a dry ditch, his head covered with his military uniform, like an ostrich thinking that if he couldn't see outside, then he couldn't be seen outside.

The so-called 300,000-strong army was completely wiped out.

Chapter 68 The Greatest Victory

The basin at the foot of Zijin Mountain has become a veritable red land, a dark red color formed by the blood of hundreds of thousands of people soaking into the soil.

This near-miraculous battle, in which a smaller force triumphed over a larger one, has finally come to an end.

Jiang Zhen, shirtless, sat on a piece of tank wreckage. The bulging muscles on his back had subsided. He held a piece of white cloth in his hand and was wiping the Hantian.

"Boss."

Bai Fu walked over, covered in blood.

"Have you counted it clearly?" Jiang Zhen didn't even look up, the blade gleaming brightly.

“I’ve counted them all,” Bai Fu replied.

"Of the 70,000 brothers who charged, more than 50,000 are still standing. Minor wounds aside, more than 5,000 are seriously wounded."

Jiang Zhen stopped what he was doing, his voice very soft.

"We'll triple the money. If you have elderly people at home, the gang will support them for life. If you have children, the gang will support them until they reach adulthood. If you want to join the gang, you can join. If you don't want to join, we'll help you find a way out. Even if I, Jiang Zhen, have to work as a porter at the docks, this money will never be cut off."

Jiang Zhen's voice then turned cold: "Remember this debt with Japan, remember it well."

"Understood!" Bai Fu nodded vigorously.

Just then, a series of noisy footsteps came from afar, and Zhao Yuan ran over quickly.

"Master, the gates of Jinling City have opened, and the people are all coming!"

Jiang Zhen stopped what he was doing and looked up to the south.

The once tightly closed gates of Jinling City swung open amidst a series of harsh scraping sounds, and hundreds of wooden carts and wheelbarrows lined up and headed towards them.

The carts were pushed by elderly men with white hair, students in school uniforms, and soldiers in military uniforms.

"Steamed buns, strong liquor, clean clothes... everything you could want."

Tens of thousands of people poured out.

When they actually stepped onto the battlefield, the cheers suddenly disappeared, replaced by a deathly silence.

The scene before my eyes was beyond the limits of any normal person's imagination. The earth seemed to have been repeatedly plowed by a giant plow, leaving it scarred and devastated. Tanks were piled up like scrap metal, and the corpses of the Japanese were stacked layer upon layer. The canal gangsters looked like demons returning from hell, covered in blood.

The silence lasted for about half a minute.

Then, a deafening roar of cries and cheers erupted.

The students knelt on the ground and wailed, while the people stuffed steaming hot buns into the hands of the canal gang members. It was a release after being suppressed to the extreme, a joy of surviving a catastrophe.

Jiang Zhen watched this scene for a moment and then ordered: "Let the brothers rest where they are. Tell the city that the battle is over, collect the supplies, and distribute them to the brothers and our friends from the other world."

"Yes!"

Inside a makeshift medical camp behind the battlefield.

Duanmu Ying's delicate face was splattered with dried blood as she stood before the operating table. Beside her, Lin Zhu led a group of medical disciples, moving among the wounded. These disciples were constantly treating knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and trampling injuries...

"The brothers on my senior sister's side are about to die!"

Without a word, Lin Zhu strode forward, pried open the other man's mouth, and forced him to drink a vial of medicine. Then, she placed her hands on the wounded man's chest and took a deep breath.

The Qi within her body instantly transformed into the gentlest repairing power, flowing into the other person's body along the meridians. On a level unseen by ordinary people, the damaged blood vessels and internal organs began to forcibly stop bleeding and coagulate.

"His life is saved. Take him away to rest and change his dressing frequently." Lin Zhu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Outside the queue, there were not only members of the Canal Gang, but also many other people who were not ordinary.

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In the very center of the camp stood a steel cage that seemed out of place with its surroundings. It was a cage temporarily welded shut with scrap tank steel plates and barbed wire, and inside it was imprisoned the highest-ranking Japanese commander in this battle, the lieutenant general.

The Japanese lieutenant general in the cage had long lost his former majesty. Stripped of his medal-adorned uniform, he huddled in a corner like a plucked wild dog, his body trembling uncontrollably under the gazes of those filled with deep-seated hatred.

Several experts from the Tang Clan were sitting to the side, leisurely fiddling with their knives.

The outside world only knows that the Tang Clan is outstanding in hidden weapons and poisons, but they don't know that their secret techniques and understanding of human anatomy are no less than those of top doctors. However, doctors are there to save people, while the Tang Clan is there to make people die quickly, or slowly, and very methodically.

Jiang Zhen slowly walked to the cage.

He looked at the lieutenant general and said in a calm tone, "I've heard that you call yourselves warriors, ready to die for your cause."

"Kill me! Please kill me!" the lieutenant general pleaded in broken Chinese. He looked at the rows of thin, needle-like, and cicada-wing-thin knives in the hands of the Tang Clan master, his mind already broken.

Jiang Zhen laughed and turned to Tang Jiaren, saying, "Senior Tang, let's begin. Don't let him die a quick death."

Tang Jiaren feigned displeasure and said, "Chief Jiang, do you not trust the skills of my Tang Clan? Don't worry, I guarantee he can even make his screams sound melodious and rhythmic."

"Besides, aren't there other sorcerers here too?"