amaotonovel Chapter 185 My Brother is Called Shunliu 3
Chapter 185 My Brother is Called Shunliu 3
Qingmo was like a killing machine; she slashed her enemy's veins with one sword after another, splattering blood everywhere.
Her eyes were cold and indifferent, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with her.
Enemies fell one after another, but Qingmo's sword showed no sign of stopping.
Finally, the last enemy fell at her feet, and not a single Japanese soldier in Huaiyin City survived.
Qingmo stood in the pool of blood, the tip of her sword still dripping with blood, but the blade itself was clean.
She took a deep breath, feeling the stench of blood filling her nostrils.
Slaughter, that was her destiny.
That night, from dawn till daybreak, she killed all night long, and gunfire rang out in Huaiyin City all night long. The people in the city hid in their homes, trembling with fear, and no one dared to go out to check.
Qingmo picked up their guns one by one, and collected all the weapons, food, money, gold and silver calligraphy and paintings, clothes and fabrics inside—basically, everything useful.
Set up a soul-gathering array, and all the souls of the dead enemy soldiers will be drawn into the array. Use Netherworld Fire to burn their souls without harming their bodies.
Since they chose to invade this land, then let them be buried here, and their souls will never see the cherry blossoms of their homeland again.
It has nothing to do with being a saint or not. She doesn't want to save the world. She just wants to kill the Japanese devils. Anyway, the surrendered soldiers can go back to their country. The war will be over soon. She just wants to kill people.
Perhaps they were forced into military service, they also have their families, and they also miss the cherry blossoms of their hometown, but so what? Those who are not of our kind must be killed.
Their souls will never return to their homeland; their lives should remain on this land forever. Invaders have no right to talk about humanitarianism.
With a mere word of surrender, they can be easily sent back to their homeland. How ridiculous! The 400 million Chinese people will not allow this. But how tragic! We are so weak that we have no ability to resist.
It's alright, she still has some ability, enough to kill a few people, not many. Anyone she sees should not be spared.
She hung the heads of Sakata, Ishihara, and Matsui high on the city wall.
She didn't burn the Japanese soldiers' bodies directly with the Netherfire. Who doesn't harbor hatred in their heart? Everyone should see their fate.
Qingmo turned and left the battlefield, walking towards the city gates. Her steps were firm and steady, as if she had become accustomed to such loneliness and killing, making her seem out of place with everything.
She took out her flying boat and left again. In this era of war, many people were waiting for her. Her figure gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving behind a desolate battlefield and a city full of terrified people.
She delivered all the food and clothing she had obtained to the New Fourth Army's garrison in the area, found an open space, piled it all up, and then left quietly.
When the soldiers patrolled by, they saw a small hill piled up not far away. They immediately reported it to their superiors. Everyone was stunned. They didn't know where the grain had come from, but it had inexplicably appeared here.
But none of that matters. The markings on these things clearly indicate that they belong to the Japanese army. As long as it's for the good of the people, does it matter how the mysterious person did it?
These things are useless to her, but she won't give out weapons or gold and silver. Sorry, she's a real tightwad.
In the time that followed, she simply flew from city to city, eliminating each one she encountered, including Nanjing, Beijing, Tianjin, and Shanghai.
They wiped out the enemy forces in each city they encountered, and gave all the food and other supplies they obtained to the local People's Liberation Army.
There will definitely be some who slip through the net, but we can't let her kill them one by one. As long as the overall strategy is correct, that's fine. She needs to speed things up and kill as many as possible before the Japanese surrender.
She doesn't have time to run to the other side's hometown and destroy the country. Do you really think she's bursting with a sense of justice? As a Chinese person, she can only do what she can.
Qingmo's actions caused panic among the Japanese army. With cities being annihilated one after another, it was impossible not to panic. They began to investigate the identity of this "mysterious person" and dispatched special troops to hunt him down.
However, their abilities are too different; there's no way they can find her. They've never even seen her face; anyone who has would die.
The People's Liberation Army cheered, the Japanese army was terrified, and the National Revolutionary Army was frustrated. After all, they were fighting the Japanese, and all their supplies were going to the People's Liberation Army. What were they going to do? Were they going to take over empty cities one by one?
It is well known that the Nationalist army always liked to reap the benefits while the People's Liberation Army fought bravely on the front lines, stabbing them in the back.
After the victory, they shamelessly jumped out to accept the surrender of the Japanese army, seized cities one by one, and occupied all the resources.
Qingmo: Don't you know what kind of person you are? You're dreaming.
She wandered between cities like a ghost, leaving behind only corpses and souls burned to ashes.
Finally, the enemy surrendered, and the remaining people were sent back to their homeland. They were happy; they had survived, they had survived! They had seen the light under Qingmo's knife.
Japanese warships swept through cities, taking in the few remaining Japanese soldiers. Qingmo, meanwhile, followed quietly in her flying boat, hidden in the clouds, sipping milk tea and reading novels.
After the Japanese army had picked up all the remaining people and set sail for the return voyage, while sailing on the Pacific Ocean, Qingmo drew her sword and cut the ship in half, and everyone would perish in the Pacific Ocean.
The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish. They were just unlucky and their boat capsized. Who can they blame?
Qingmo took some time to refine a soul-gathering artifact, which directly absorbed all the souls into the bowl, and then burned them all with Netherworld Fire. She was a fairy, so she wouldn't refine a Myriad Soul Banner; she would just burn them all away.
If you create a Ten Thousand Souls Banner, you can only collect your enemies inside. Taking it out to use feels a bit unsettling.
Although the smoke of war has dissipated, its aftershocks still linger in people's hearts.
People stood before their dilapidated homes, their eyes filled with endless sorrow.
They looked at the houses destroyed by the war, and amidst the ruins, the warm memories of the past were now just faded traces.
The War of Resistance against Japan ended, but a four-year civil war was about to begin. The people's suffering continued, but at least there was light in their eyes.
This is beyond Qingmo's control; internal strife is human nature, it's the course of history, and she can't change history.
We can't exactly let her wipe out the entire Nationalist army, but stealing some of their supplies and giving them to the People's Liberation Army is still an option.
The main point is fairness. Why is it that the National Revolutionary Army's military strength, funding, and equipment are far superior to those of the Communist Army?
When it comes to fighting, everyone should be on the same level.