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

Wei Shufen smiled at Jiang Zhen.

Immediately afterward, a horrific, inhuman scream, powerful enough to rip the silence of the wilderness, rose into the sky.

……

At the same time, the news that the crisis of the fall of Jinling City had been averted was like a bombshell, exploding directly at the highest levels.

Mountain City, General Headquarters.

Although far from the front lines, the atmosphere here was generally oppressive. The intelligence staff looked hurried, and the ticking of the telegraph machines rose and fell.

"report!"

An intelligence officer, without even knocking, burst through the door to the operations room. His face was deathly pale, and he was clutching a stack of newly translated telegrams tightly in his hand.

"What's the panic? What kind of behavior is this!" A commander wearing the rank of major general frowned and spoke impatiently, "Did the garrison at Zijin Mountain withdraw, or... were they completely wiped out?"

"No...no." The intelligence officer's voice trembled, a loss of control caused by extreme shock. "It's a victory! A great victory at the front!"

Inside the operations room, the previously noisy room fell into a deathly silence.

The commander snatched the telegram, glanced at it once, and froze on the spot.

"Nonsense! This is utterly ridiculous!"

The commander slammed his fist on the table and roared, "You're telling me that within three days, 300,000 Japanese troops, three tank regiments, and a heavy artillery regiment... were completely annihilated on the front lines of Zijin Mountain? The Japanese lieutenant general commander was captured alive? What madman sent this telegram? This kind of false reporting of military intelligence deserves to be executed! Execute him immediately!"

"Reporting, General... this wasn't sent by just one person." The intelligence officer was sweating profusely. "All our intelligence points around Nanjing, including the agents lurking nearby, have sent back the same signal: Zijin Mountain... has now become a mass grave for the Japanese. And..."

"And what?"

"Moreover, this battle was not fought by regular troops. It was Jiang Zhen from the Canal Gang who went up alone. In the end, tens of thousands of gang members and a group of superhumans charged head-on and wiped out 300,000 people."

"General...please look at this."

The adjutant, trembling, handed over several blurry photos taken at great risk by frontline agents.

Due to the distance, the photo is somewhat out of focus, but the content is shocking.

In the photo, a gruesome wound stretching over a thousand meters wide is visible in the earth, with countless tanks piled up like toys, forming a mountain of scrap metal.

The most central image is the back view of a shirtless man carrying a Guan Dao (a type of halberd) on his shoulder, standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

After repeated verification, the battle report was finally confirmed.

[The Battle of Nanjing: 100,000 elite Japanese troops were swiftly wiped out, the entire Japanese army of 300,000 was annihilated, and the enemy commander was captured.]

When the message was delivered to the Chairman's desk, he sat in his office for a full hour, staring at a report.

Looking at the descriptions in the report such as "the earth cracked for thousands of meters", "tanks flew into the sky", and "100,000 people turned into blood mist in an instant", it was no longer a battle report, but more like a fragment of an ancient myth.

Even the most fantastical supernatural novels wouldn't dare to write like this.

"Jiang Zhen... an extraordinary person..."

"I do not understand......"

Due to extreme shock, the Chairman's voice sounded somewhat ethereal. He looked at the area on the map that was originally marked as extremely dangerous, but now it had become a glaring vacuum.

This victory transcends the realm of military force. It is a power that does not belong to the mortal world.

"Chairman, Jiang Zhen's martial prowess is so formidable, and he commands tens of thousands of loyal brothers. If he cannot be used by us..." The advisor didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

The Chairman gave him a cold look. "Pass on my orders. First, award Jiang Zhen the 'Special Class Hero' medal and issue a nationwide commendation. Second, immediately send someone to Nanjing and, with the highest honors, bring him to Chongqing. Third..."

The Chairman paused, his eyes darkening. "Tell our secret intelligence agents to investigate Jiang Zhen thoroughly. I need to know where he was born, what he eats and drinks, what his hobbies are, what his specific abilities are... I need all the information about him. This kind of person... can't just have a photo of his back."

……

Meanwhile, a telegram crossed the ocean and was transmitted back to the Japanese headquarters.

Tokyo, Headquarters Operations Room.

This place used to be full of expansion plans every day, but now, you could hear a pin drop.

Tianhuang sat in the main seat, below which a row of generals touched their heads to the ground, trembling.

"Snapped!"

A battle report was slammed down in front of them.

“Three hundred thousand people…three hundred thousand people!” Tianhuang’s voice trembled, filled with a hysterical rage. “They’ve all lost contact. The last telegram that came back contained only one word—'devil'.”

The Japanese military has gone completely mad.

This was not only a military defeat, but also a rupture in the nation's destiny.

The 300,000 elite troops were the backbone of the Japanese army. Their annihilation directly caused a fatal disruption in the domestic troop deployment. More importantly, the intermittent telegrams caused great panic within the army.

A terrifying legend began to circulate among the Japanese soldiers: in Nanjing, China, the guardians were not human, but a demon that could control the earth and tear the sky apart. Any modern weapon was no different from a child's toy in front of that demon.

This kind of blow to morale is incredibly devastating.

……

After resting for five days.

The stench of blood at the foot of Zijin Mountain had been somewhat diluted by the continuous torrential rains, and the supplies sent from Jinling City were piled up like mountains in the camp.

The brothers of the canal gang changed into clean clothes. Although many of them still had bandages wrapped around their bodies, their eyes were completely different. They had not only survived, but had also won a battle they knew they would die.

This kind of spirit and energy makes them look like knives that have been sharpened to an extremely sharp edge.

At the camp gate, the supernatural beings who had assisted in the battle began to bid farewell to Jiang Zhen one after another.

Master Chen Dao of Quanzhen Sect, leading the remaining disciples, said: "Junior brother, after this battle, you will truly be famous throughout the world."

Jiang Zhen returned the greeting solemnly: "Thank you very much, Senior Brother, for your timely assistance. I will definitely return to express my gratitude in the future!"

"Okay, it's a deal."

Master Chen nodded and led his men away, but after a short while he suddenly stopped and looked at a person huddled in the middle of the crowd.

"Dongtian, what are you doing following us?"

When Fang Dongtian's name was called, he stiffened and replied with a troubled expression, "Well... Master, I just saw everyone was leaving, so I thought I'd go back to the mountain with them..."

"Going back to the mountain on the way? Did you explain the internal alchemy techniques to your uncle thoroughly?" Chen Dao asked sternly.

"That's about it, that's about it..." Fang Dongtian said with a troubled expression.

"It's almost there, but there's still some work to be done. There's nothing else going on in the sect for now, so you can stay here and continue explaining to your uncle. Make sure he understands it thoroughly and memorizes the classics."

After saying that, Master Chen left with his men without looking back.

Fang Dongtian was left standing there, stunned for a long time, before letting out a mournful cry: "Ah? Does that mean I can never go back in this lifetime!"

Then a tall figure swayed and walked towards Jiang Zhen.

It was Zhang Zhiwei.

In the past few days, this highly skilled disciple from Longhu Mountain has been a great help in the medical tent.

“Brother Jiang.” Zhang Zhiwei chuckled, revealing his white teeth, “It’s time for me to return to Longhu Mountain with my fellow disciples.”

Although he still looked as lazy as ever, the admiration he showed for Jiang Zhen was undeniable in his eyes.

Jiang Zhen nodded solemnly: "Brother Zhang, take care."

"Hey, wait a minute." Zhang Zhiwei suddenly rubbed his hands together, revealing a somewhat obsequious smile. "Chief Jiang... uh, no... Uncle Jiang... could you please write me a letter of commendation?"

Jiang Zhen was stunned: "A letter of commendation?"

"Yes."

Zhang Zhiwei scratched his head and lowered his voice somewhat guiltily, "I came here secretly while I was traveling. My master has a terrible temper. If I go back this time, he will definitely skin me alive. But if I have a personal letter from you, the great anti-Japanese hero, saying that I, Zhang Zhiwei, am a vanguard who charges into battle and is willing to die for my country, he... might be able to go easy on me."

Jiang Zhen couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw the future "top figure in the world of superhumans" in such an embarrassed state.

“No problem. I will not only write you a letter of commendation, but also send people to carry you up the mountain in a sedan chair with eight bearers, accompanied by gongs and drums.”

"Oh! Forget about the sedan chair, it's too conspicuous."

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hands repeatedly, then added, "The letter must be written in a touching way. Say that I, Zhang Zhiwei, risked my life on the battlefield and saved your life, Chief Jiang, several times..."

"Zhang Zhiwei, you're getting more and more shameless!" Lu Jin shouted from afar.

"None of your business!" Zhang Zhiwei shouted without turning his head, then turned to look at Jiang Zhen and grinned foolishly.

The extraordinary individuals from various sects came forward to bid farewell. The Huode Sect, the Liangshan Great Shaman, the Tang Clan, Wudang…

Jiang Zhen returned the greetings solemnly one by one.

He stood on the dilapidated slope of Zijin Mountain, watching the figures of these strange people from all over the country, with different personalities, gradually disappear into the distance.

After this night, Jiang Zhen believed that their names were destined to be engraved on the most fervent page of the history of extraordinary people in China.

Chapter 69 There is a remarkable person of our time over there.

a few days later.

"Boss, everything is ready." Fifth Master Feng walked over, his left arm in a sling and his face still bearing several scabbed bloodstains, but he was in excellent spirits. "The fleet at the dock is also ready. As long as you give the order, the brothers can sail down the river and return to Shanghai."

Just as Jiang Zhen was about to nod, a rapid roar of an engine suddenly came from afar.

In this now almost stagnant, ruined battlefield, such sounds are particularly jarring.

Moments later, a black sedan, escorted by several military motorcycles, wobbled over the craters and scorched earth and came to a stop at the edge of the camp.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a smart Zhongshan suit and gold-rimmed glasses stepped out, followed by several attendants, and walked towards them.

The appearance of these people caused the brothers of the canal gang who were carrying supplies to stop what they were doing. No one spoke, only pairs of cold eyes swept over them.

The middle-aged civil official felt the menacing aura emanating from him, his face paling slightly. However, he quickly regained his composure, took a step forward, bowed respectfully to Jiang Zhen, and spoke sincerely:

"This gentleman in front must be Jiang, the leader of the Canal Gang, who single-handedly turned the tide and became famous throughout the land?"

Jiang Zhen looked at him and raised his hand.

"Who are you?"

The man smiled slightly, took out a gold-embossed official document from his pocket, and presented it with both hands: "My name is Chen, and I am the Special Advisory Committee Member of Shancheng. Chief Jiang, I have come here on behalf of the Chairman, the entire Shancheng, and China to pay the highest respects to Chief Jiang and all the heroes of the Cao Gang."

He turned his head and looked at the dark red earth that had been turned upside down. His tone suddenly rose, filled with a sense of righteous indignation: "In this battle, Chief Jiang annihilated 300,000 enemy troops and captured the enemy chief alive. This is an unprecedented victory since the start of the war! Chief Jiang and all the extraordinary heroes' righteousness for their country will surely be recorded in history and admired by future generations!"

These words were eloquent and flawless, drawing a hint of pride from many of the brothers around, as they were indeed inspiring.