The Fourth Disaster, Starting from the Movie Eight Hundred

The appearance of the mission target caused the players to fall into a state of rage in a very short time, and the pressure on the Japanese was directly increased to the maximum. The difficulty level of the players was already hellish before, but they didn’t expect that this was just the beginning of the eighteen levels of hell, and there were seventeen more levels waiting below.

"Those with points, change your grenades to incendiary ones, and your fire support to incendiary ones as well. Let the flames cleanse everything!"

"The ashes of the little devils will definitely increase next year's crop yields!"

"Hahaha, little devils, your favorite barbecue is here!"

Before the advent of the atomic bomb, large-scale fires were indeed an effective means of killing the enemy. More importantly, the players were objectively unaffected by the flames. They could not feel the lack of water and discomfort caused by the high temperature, but the Japanese soldiers standing opposite them felt it strongly and even rolled on the ground with joy.

“Hmmmm, Aa ...

Many Japanese soldiers who were doing their own thing in the fire made the sound of 114514, which made the players even more excited.

"Fuck! Why is that little devil yelling so unpleasant?"

“It stinks, whose septic tank exploded?

"It must be that the temperature is not high enough. We need to increase the intensity. We need more acquaintances."

With the combined effects of incendiary bombs, incendiary grenades, and flamethrowers, the Japanese position was transformed into Los Angeles in 2025 - on fire.

Since the Japanese army was not equipped with "Boruto" at that time, there was no hope for fire prevention and they could only take care of themselves in the fire.

The Sixth Division, composed entirely of old Japanese soldiers, has no shortage of "warriors" who have been brainwashed by militarism and have become stupid. Even if the battlefield is already engulfed in flames, they still dare to launch a "board charge", and some even rush towards the player directly with explosive packs or cluster grenades that pull the line of fire.

At the beginning, these suicide charges did kill and injure some players, but the players reacted quickly and immediately began to indiscriminately "send warmth" to all targets close to them, including their own people.

"Fuck you! You're burning your own people!"

"I didn't notice it in the chaos. Just give yourself a shot."

"Fuck! Stay away from you."

After discovering the Japanese's onboard charge, some brave players immediately thought of a more interesting way to play. For example, when the enemy rushed over with a bomb, they would fully heat the enemy from twenty meters away, so that the Japanese would hold the bomb and die together with everything around them.

Some of the Japanese soldiers had the courage to charge after obviously taking drugs. Such targets were very useful because they would be unconscious due to the effects of drugs, resulting in the people rushing over not being dispersed but mixed together. At this time, as long as one of them was detonated, the Japanese soldiers could fully enjoy the fragmented treatment.

However, the players' madness was soon restricted by the system, because some areas could not be burned because of the presence of civilians.

These poor people in troubled times huddled in their rooms, waiting for fate to roll the dice. At this time, they had nothing but their lives, because from the moment the Japanese army occupied this place, the locals became lambs to be slaughtered.

In response to this, the players would just complain or express their understanding, and then continue to harm the Japanese.

However, these restricted areas are not without use for players. Under the cover of buildings, working around the rear becomes very easy and comfortable, and interspersed and flanking is a basic skill for players.

There's nothing more satisfying than scooping fries from your enemy's back.

"Holy crap, how come there are such lifelike civilians in this game!"

While outflanking the Japanese, the new recruit accidentally broke into a house. He didn't have the leisure to wander around, but the sound coming from the room caught his attention.

Driven by curiosity, the recruit pushed open the door and saw a scene that was beyond words.

In the room where three corpses were lying, a ragged woman was holding a baby that had long been dead. She was laughing and singing a lullaby to the dead baby. She looked like she was crazy.

The three dead people included two elderly people and one man. The man looked less than 20 years old. The fatal wound was on the chest, but the heart was missing. Both elderly people were strangled to death and lay there with their eyes open.

Even without any explanation, the recruits could guess what was happening here.

However, when people suffer a strong mental shock beyond their cognition, their first reaction is neither fear nor anger, but a brief brain shutdown and thinking offline. Then, with the combination of memories and images, the brain will restart, logical thinking will start working again, and then... fear or anger.

"Fuck you, you Japs!"

The recruit slammed the door and left. He only had one thing in mind now: Where are the Japanese? Get out here, or I'm going to tear you apart now!

Just as the recruits were leaving, a photo began to circulate among the players.

The dim room, the tragically dead body, the ragged woman and the dead baby in her arms were all presented to everyone in the most realistic way without any blurring.

"Player recruit discovered a historical memory photo. The reward has been issued and uploaded to the Historical Memory Hall."

The Historical Memory Hall is a virtual reality album that all players can enter. There was nothing in it at the beginning, but now there is an extra photo, which is the scene that the recruit just saw.

The in-game notification made many players click on the announcement out of curiosity, and then they also turned on the berserk mode.

This is a game, but it is a virtual reality game that makes it difficult for them to distinguish between reality and falsehood. Standing in this scene, they can get close to the national memory that is painful to the bone.

"Fuck the Japs! They're nothing but bastards!"

"If anyone ever calls the Japs human again, I'll beat him to death!"

"I saw the house in the photo, but the woman holding the baby was gone."

"Scene mission refresh?"

"Impossible. The mechanics and systems of this game are quite realistic, so look around."

Some players immediately started patrol mode and ran to find the woman holding the dead baby, out of sympathy, empathy, sympathy for her, sympathy for her, like themselves, are small people in the great era, facing the tide of history, and have no choice at all.

Through the actions of the players, the game "War Age" has for the first time a meaning beyond the game.

The players acted very efficiently, but by the time they found the person, the woman had already died in the well with her child in her arms.

Perhaps it was the brief moment of lucidity that made her choose to commit suicide, or perhaps she was not lucid from beginning to end, but this heartbreaking scene made players feel that the production team was still a little merciful.

In troubled times, human life is worth less than a dog's. Perhaps this is the best way to get rid of it.

"Let's go."

The leading player loaded his gun, and the other players followed silently.

Even though this is a game, now they just want the Japanese to pay with their lives.

Since this is a game, then it's completely crazy!

"Bullet barrage, barrage, set the entire battlefield on fire! Make the Japs pay with their lives!"

The enraged players turned the battlefield into a barbecue scene. As long as they still had points, they would summon all kinds of support skills, making the entire battlefield filled with flames and death. Some players who were directly in the bombing circle rushed towards the Japanese army with flames all over their bodies. This scene brought unimaginable mental shock to the survivors of the 6th Division.

Some soldiers of the Japanese Sixth Division who managed to survive said in their post-war recollections: Those were ghosts and gods sent out from hell, coming to claim our lives!

At this time in the battlefield of World War II, only a very small number of armies armed with faith could resist such intense firepower output. The Japanese army obviously did not have such ability. Under the combined stranglehold of iron will and real steel, the player stepped on the already melted ground and the charred corpses of the devils, pushing step by step towards Tani Hisao who had nowhere to escape.

Now the executioner felt the despair of having no way to go up to heaven or down to earth. There were flames all around him, and the sounds of gunfire and artillery everywhere, as if the enemy had directly placed heavy artillery at the door of his command department. The continuous explosions announced the enemy's approach. He wanted to break out at this time, but there was a desperate situation everywhere.

As a player discovered Tani Hisao's figure, the hunt officially began.

"The one wearing glasses is Tani Hisao!"

When Tani Hisao heard this, he quickly took off his eyes and threw them away.

"The one with the command knife is Tani Hisao!"

Tani Hisao immediately dropped his command knife.

But what he didn't know was that when the third player discovered him, he directly used the calibration effect, so a red triangle appeared on Tani Hisao's head that only players could see.

"The one with the red triangle on his head is Tani Hisao!"

Now Tani Hisao was in a dilemma. He only had an officer's hat on his head, which was not red and did not have a triangle shape.

However, he soon stopped worrying about this problem. The sniper master among the players quickly killed the guards around Tani Hisao with precise pointing and then shot through his knee, rendering the target harmless.

Tani Hisao fell to the ground on the spot, looking like a dog eating shit. When he raised his head, his mouth was full of blood, his two front teeth were missing, and he looked like a clown who could hardly speak.

“Guards…Guards!”

Tani Hisao desperately called for help, hoping to escape from hell, but it was impossible, as his guards had already set off before him.

Some were stabbed to death by bayonets, some were riddled with bullets, and some became burning torches. They could hardly protect themselves, let alone protect their commander, General Tani Hisao.

Surrounded by death and flames, the players rushed forward.

"Damn bastard!"

The first recruit who rushed to Tani Hisao kicked the old Japanese soldier in the face, knocking out half of his teeth.

"We've caught Tani Hisao!"

“And the divisional flag, hey, they didn’t have time to burn it, so we’ve completed two missions.

"Hurry and see if there's a regimental flag!"

"We have completed three missions, and the Sixth Division has collapsed."

Yes, under the violent attack of the players, the Sixth Division has completely collapsed, with defeated soldiers everywhere.

The reason for this result is very simple. The players themselves are not individual soldiers in the traditional sense, but fire delivery platforms that can launch support skills at any time. Therefore, the 765 players currently participating in the battle have exerted an effect on the battlefield equivalent to 765 artillery companies, infantry companies and air force ground bombing guides. If converted into fire support, it is equivalent to the Japanese front line being ravaged by more than a thousand artillery pieces of various calibers and an equal number of dive bombers at any time.

Not to mention the US military in World War II, even the US military during the Gulf War did not have such luxurious treatment.

The system's rewards began to be distributed, and every player earned a lot of points and was extremely happy.

At this time, Yue Cheng walked up to Tani Hisao, stepped on his face, and asked, "The mission is completed. What should I do with this mission item?"

Section 4: Jingguan is a traditional culture

The captured Tani Hisao lay on the ground like a dead dog. Although he was humiliated and angry, he really did not have the courage to be loyal to the emperor in the face of such a group of demons.

Militarism is used to trick the lower classes into committing suicide. How could Mr. Huang, who is in a high position, be willing to die? Anyway, the Kuomintang, a useless government, would definitely not dare to do anything to him. As long as he was not killed on the spot by these soldiers, he would definitely be sent off with courtesy by the National Government, and maybe he could even bring back some compensation.

"Hurry up, come and help, these bodies still need to be dealt with."

Everyone looked at the charred corpse that was dragged over by He Shigeng, and for a moment they couldn't react to what he wanted to do.

But no one else moved. He Shi shouted even louder, "Don't just stand there and watch the fun. Come and help us build a Jingguan."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone responded, and everyone said that this method was really great and perfectly inherited the traditional Chinese culture.

The only small problem was that there were quite a few "familiar" Japanese soldiers at the scene. Fortunately, the complete skulls were easy to remove, and the corpses could be used as fertilizer, which was considered to be making the best use of these Japanese invaders.

Tani Hisao didn't know what was going on at first. But when he saw the players quickly starting to pile up something with the Japanese soldiers' heads, he immediately realized something. After all, they were all educated in the Greater China cultural area, so how could they not know about the traditional craft of Jingguan?

Wait, wait, this script isn't right!

Tani Hisao was roaring in his heart, and he really wanted to shout: I am a prisoner of war, you must abide by the Geneva Convention!

But he didn't dare to shout now because the group of National Army soldiers in front of him were obviously fundamentally different from the National Army he knew. At least they had no respect or fear for him, and judging from the situation, they were not willing to hand themselves over to the Kuomintang officers as a military achievement.

"I'm Tani Hisao! I'm the commander of the 6th Division! I demand treatment under the Geneva Convention! I want to see your commander! Where's your commander?"

Tani Hisao immediately began to struggle, but the recruit standing next to him pulled out a pistol and broke his other knee.

"What are you barking at? You'll have to go up there soon."

Tani Hisao struggled even harder and started yelling in Japanese. Some of the players present could understand him, some could only understand the general idea, and some just listened for fun and admired Tani Hisao's struggling look.

Perhaps because he felt that the upcoming Jingguan sign was too annoying, the new recruit drew out his dagger and chopped off Tani Hisao's left foot. Amidst the opponent's screams, he stuffed Tani Hisao's left foot into his mouth and violently cut off his arms.

He doesn't know how to dislocate joints professionally, but he can pull them apart violently.

"Fuck, bro is awesome!"

"This move is fine. By the way, can you do a lingchi?"

"That's a craft, it's not easy to do."

"I have no problem with lingchi, but who is responsible for the mental health of the executioner?"

"Forget it, let's do something simple and straightforward, just pile up the Jingguan."

The players continued to work among the "familiar people", while Tani Hisao was completely unable to shout. He could only lie on the ground and groan, desperately waiting for the final moment to arrive, praying that reinforcements would come to save him.

Unfortunately, there were no reinforcements.

Because the speed of the Sixth Division's collapse was comparable to the U.S. stock market's Black Thursday, even if other Japanese troops now knew about this, the troop mobilization could not be completed overnight. Moreover, the Japanese troops were now scattered across a vast area to sweep the battlefield. It would take several days to regroup and reinforce the Sixth Division.

A few days, Lingchi only takes two or three days, not to mention that the players just simply built a Jingguan.

Thanks to the efforts of the players, this Jingguan finally gathered about two thousand heads. If they continued to look carefully, there would definitely be more heads piled up, but the battlefield was so large that many places were still burning because of the players' previous "acquaintance mass production project", and the corpses inside were almost processed into bone powder.

In this case, we can only use these to commemorate our ancestors. After all, it is the first time, so it is normal for the craftsmanship to be a little bit off.

"Drag Tani Hisao here!"

He Shigeng shouted to his comrades below, and then the new recruit dragged the half-dead Tani Hisao to the hastily built Jingguan.

The executioner knew that he was about to become a decoration in the Jingguan, and he was so scared that he wet his pants.

In Japan's Shintoism and Bushido spirit, the head is regarded as the seat of the soul. Being beheaded means that the soul of the deceased cannot rest in peace and cannot return to the Yasukuni Shrine, which is a great fear for them.

In addition, Japanese soldiers were brainwashed by militarism, emphasizing honor and preferring death to surrender. However, beheading was considered a great insult, not only to the individual but also to the family and the country. Therefore, they would rather commit suicide than be beheaded after being captured.

Of course, the level of superstition among Japan's top leaders is definitely a little weaker than that of the general public. Tani Hisao is now mainly afraid of death.

"This game has such a high degree of freedom, can't we try something more exciting?"