"Pfft—!"
The alloy sword cleaved open the chest of a Japanese "Oni Warrior," scalding blood gushing out and splashing onto Wang Zhenbei's face, which was covered in gunpowder and blood.
But he didn't have ti to wipe it off.
"Left side! Cover! Don't let those bastards get in!"
Wang Zhenbei roared, and with a sudden burst of strength from his remaining right arm, he flung the professional's corpse away and slamd it into the surging enemy horde.
However, there were simply too many enemies.
This is Yungang, a military stronghold that Japan has been operating for decades.
Although the outer defensive barrier was shattered by the combined efforts of the Great Xia experts, and although the Northwest Army charged onto the dock with a reckless frenzy, the counterattack by the Sakura Kingdom's garrison was exceptionally fierce once they recovered from their initial panic.
At this mont, what stood in Wang Zhenbei's way was the famous "Red Guard Army" of the Sakura Kingdom.
All clad in crimson armor and wielding enchanted katanas, along with the bombardnt of shikigami from the Onmyoji corps behind them, they managed to halt the Northwest Army's advance.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Several streaks of purplish-black lightning fell from the sky.
The dozen or so Northwest Army soldiers who charged at the forefront were instantly blown to smithereens without uttering a sound.
"Squad leader!!"
Chen Xiaohu watched helplessly as the old man who had just been teaching him how not to get seasick was bitten in half by a giant dog god shikigami.
The blunted sword in Old Ma's hand fell to the ground, and his unlit pipe was stained red with blood.
"Fuck your grandma!!"
Chen Xiaohu let out a shrill cry, picked up the magic rifle in his hand, and frantically pulled the trigger at the shikigami.
But when his attacks hit the shikigami, they only created a few weak ripples.
Scenes like this can be seen everywhere on Pier 1.
Every step forward cos at a bloody price.
The Northwest Army was not afraid of death, but the despair of feeling as if they could never kill all the enemies and that their comrades were falling one by one was gradually eroding the morale of this iron-willed army.
Wang Zhenbei was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.
His strength was rapidly waning.
After all, he was over sixty years old and had lost an arm. Even an S-class powerhouse would feel powerless in such a high-intensity at grinder battlefield.
"General! We can't hold on any longer!"
A blood-soaked adjutant rushed over, his voice hoarse and choked with tears, "The Red Army has heavy magic tank units behind them! More than 30% of our brothers have been killed or wounded! If this continues, our vanguard regint will be wiped out!"
Wang Zhenbei's eyes widened as he turned to look at the breakwater behind him, which was now stained red with blood.
retreat?
Which way should we retreat?
Behind us lies the vast ocean; taking a step back ans falling into an abyss!
"No refunds!"
Wang Zhenbei gritted his teeth, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. "Even if we all die, we'll keep this nail in place! Tell the brothers, reinforcents are coming soon! Hold on!"
However, he also knew that this was just wishful thinking.
In the air, the powerful mbers of the Great Xia Kingdom's patronage were being held back by the top-tier combat forces of the Sakura Kingdom.
The two sides fought fiercely above the clouds, causing the heavens and earth to tremble, and had no ti to care about the ants on the ground.
On the sea, the subsequent landing forces were blocked by Japan's suicide speedboats and minefields, and could not get through for a while.
This is a lone battle.
...
The atmosphere inside the command room of the "Dinghai" was extrely oppressive.
On the holographic screen, the vital signs of the Northwest Army Vanguard Regint were going out in large swaths.
The glaring red alarm was like a series of hamr blows striking everyone's hearts.
"Marshal Nie! We can't wait any longer!"
A staff officer, his eyes red, slamd his fist on the table. "Let the second echelon charge ashore! Even if we have to use boats to ram mines, we have to get them ashore! Otherwise, General Wang and his n will be wiped out!"
"Yes, Marshal Nie! That's the most elite Northwest Army of our Great Xia!"
The generals all volunteered for battle, their anxiety evident in their words.
Nie Zonglin remained standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on Pier No. 1 on the screen.
His fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the control panel. Although his face remained expressionless, the slightly faster tapping revealed the turmoil in his heart.
He is waiting.
Waiting for that so-called "ultimate weapon".
Although he had absolute trust in Zhao Qingcang, could one person really change the course of the battle in such a at grinder-like battlefield?
Just then, the radar operator suddenly exclaid in surprise.
"Report! A high-energy reaction is approaching! It's coming from behind us! And it's moving extrely fast!"
Nie Zonglin suddenly looked up.
On the holographic screen, three golden dots were streaking across the night sky at an astonishing speed, heading straight for Yungang Pier No. 1.
"They're here."
Nie Zonglin let out a long sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly.
He pushed up his glasses, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.
"Order all ships to charge their main guns and prepare to coordinate with... that person's actions."
...
Above Yungang.
The wind howled and the air was thick with smoke.
Three streaks of light tore through the night sky of the battlefield.
Two S-rank experts, dressed in special armor made by the Great Xia military, flanked a figure in the middle like guardian deities.
It was a young girl.
In this battlefield filled with flying blood, steel, and flas, her appearance seed so out of place, yet so stunning.
She has long, serene blue hair, like the deep sea, tied into playful pigtails that dance freely in the wind.
With her exquisitely beautiful features and fair, jade-like skin, she was breathtakingly beautiful against this hellish backdrop.
It was Zhou Huai's clone—Sona.
Who is that?
"How co there's a woman here?"
"Has the military gone mad? Why send a young girl up here at this ti? To die?"
The Northwest Army soldiers below, amidst their busy work, caught a glimpse of this scene in the sky and were all stunned.
Even the commander of the Sakura Kingdom who was directing the Red Army's massacre subconsciously stopped wielding his sword, his eyes filled with astonishnt.
"Is the Great Xia Kingdom out of talent? Sending a pretty face to dance on the battlefield?"
He let out a sneer, then waved his hand to give the order.
"Shoot it down, whatever it is!"
"Bang bang bang!"
The anti-aircraft magic cannons on the ground imdiately turned their muzzles, and dense tongues of fire licked at the three people in the air.
The two military experts in charge of escorting the escort snorted coldly, unleashing a powerful aura. They casually waved several barriers, blocking all the artillery fire.
Without stopping, they escorted Sona directly to a relatively safe high ground behind the battlefield—the top of a container stack where Wang Zhenbei's command post was located.
Who are you people?!
Wang Zhenbei cleaved an enemy in two with a single slash, then turned to look at the three n who had landed on the container, his single eye filled with rage.
"What I need are reinforcents! Soldiers who can kill! Not a bunch of cheerleaders!"
However, the two military experts ignored Wang Zhenbei's roar.
They simply bowed respectfully to the girl in the middle, then quickly dispersed, standing guard beside her like two door gods, vigilantly watching their surroundings.
Zhou Huai controlled Sona, his gaze calmly sweeping over the horrific battlefield below.
Blood, severed limbs, desperate screams, and dying cries.
Sona's AI core spoke calmly.
"This is... hell."
But the next second, her eyes sharpened.
Since this is hell, then let play this requiem.
Sona gently raised her slender, fair hands.
【Special Move: Thousand Illusions Band, Activate!】
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