Chapter 978

The Japanese Marine Corps Headquarters, whether in the future or now, was an inconspicuous building. This oval building looked like a warship, surrounded by a square in the middle, and it covered a considerable area. The walls were reinforced concrete, 0.8 meters thick, equivalent to a very solid fortification—of course, it couldn't be compared to monsters like the Berlin Flak Tower; after all, the little devils were just poor imperialists.

They could only bully the semi-colonial and semi-feudal agricultural country of China. In Europe, they were the kind of goods that would be beaten up by others.

The little devils' Combined Fleet only looked powerful; in reality, it was a one-time fleet...

Bai Lang thought about rushing in and killing everyone. Left and right, mere rifles couldn't hurt him—even if this world followed the realistic flow, it didn't limit his power. Unfortunately, it was limited to him and he had no ability to teach others. Bai Lang walked directly, walking toward the gate with the classic pace of Dio. At the gate, there was a machine gun position built with sandbags, and there were Marine Corps soldiers on guard. "Yo, it's the Marine Corps." Bai Lang remembered the "very spirited!" he had seen.

The Marine Corps in front of him was indeed "very spirited!" but they were about to become dead people. Bai Lang's arrogant and domineering pace made the little shorties opposite him a bit dazed—in this international metropolis, at a time when war had not yet been declared on the British and American devils, one could not just shoot casually. Especially since it was in the concession—if he had killed a Chinese person in the Chinese territory, it wouldn't have been a big problem.

This tall man didn't look like a Chinese person. If he made a mistake, it would be a big deal. Ordinary marines couldn't escape punishment. So the little devils actually waited until Bai Lang walked within ten meters before they woke up from a dream and remembered to shout, "What are you doing!"

Bai Lang stroked his beard, "Killing machines." Then he made his move. Bai Lang's palm style parted, and his right palm slapped forward directly—the most satisfying way to kill little devils was to tear them apart by hand, followed by cold weapons. Using machine guns and cannons wasn't being a hero, "To think I am the first person to tear devils apart like in those rotten dramas... is it shameful or satisfying?" Bai Lang was distracted by such questions.

If he killed these little devils with intention, it would be like slapping Bai Lang's face. Even if he were fighting while closing his eyes and dozing off, he could kill these people easily. A palm slap brought the howling north wind with the sound of gold and iron, and the true Qi in the wind turned into a colorful fierce tiger and pounced. The Japanese little devils' eyeballs were about to fall out. When had they ever seen such a situation—even the sword-fighting films of Toei in this era weren't so exaggerated, and even the special effects shots weren't so realistic and exaggerated.

The wind passed, people turned into dust, and the position turned into gray. Bai Lang also took the opportunity to enter with the wind. This time he rose into the air, and when he landed, he was already riding on a horse made of true Qi—this was originally the soul of a Pegasus, formed with the help of Bai Lang's surging Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield true Qi. Under the infusion of extraordinary true Qi, the horse had muscles, bones, skin, and hair, no different from a living one, and had a divine strangeness that ordinary horses didn't have, and it was in tune with the rider's heart.

Bai Lang reached out again, clouds and mist suddenly appeared in the void, condensing into a bright horse spear. The three-foot-long blade had a touch of green, just like the color of the sky after rain. This was the Cloud-Water Spear that Bai Lang used to roam the world and walk forward like a tiger. With the long spear in hand and a bow and arrow on his body, the fierce tiger of the ancients reappeared in the world. The horse's hooves were like thunder, directly knocking away a team of marines blocking the way. Under the trampling of iron hooves, bones were broken and tendons were destroyed.

In another world, this Cloud-Water Spear could even operate spontaneously to slaughter the weirdness that wreaked havoc in the world, and when held in the hands of its true master, its power was unparalleled in the world. The volley of gunfire rang out, and Bai Lang swept his horse spear. The surface of the spear flattened and swept away all the bullets, and then he stabbed forward. Nine marines were clearly not standing in a line but staggered left and right, front and back, yet with one stab, all of them were pierced from the mouth to the back of the head, and nine people were strung together.

This was the skill of the spear like a swimming dragon. Bai Lang shook his horse spear, and the nine corpses immediately fell apart and flew toward the many ghost soldiers rushing over, also merging with them. The machine gun rang out. There was a machine gun position on the roof, and at this time it also rang out "tut-tut-tut." "Is this the most rubbish machine gun of World War II?" Bai Lang didn't care at all. His warhorse was transformed by the Golden Bell Shield true Qi, and it had the same defensive power as his own body's Gang Qi. And the Gang Qi on Bai Lang's body surface covered his Western-style outfit, presenting the style of mountain-pattern armor and a white tiger helmet.

Sure enough, the machine gun bullets hit him with a "ding-a-ling-a-ling," useless. They had to use infantry guns—it was estimated that it wouldn't work either. This thing had a short barrel and a small caliber, and it was used to fire grenades on the front line, relying on its longer range than mortars to hit infantry and infantry strongholds. The initial speed wasn't fast, and it couldn't be said to have armor-piercing ability. Bai Lang's horse hooves went "di-du," and the horse spear swept across a piece of bright silver. Suddenly, more than a dozen heads flew up.

These marines had no armor on their bodies. If they didn't have rifles in their hands, they were living targets. Bai Lang killed them at will, not even as good as pigs and dogs, just a piece of meat. In the blink of an eye, Bai Lang killed all the little devils at the front of the square at the gate. There were no less than thirty incomplete corpses on the ground, and the way they died was quite clean—except for the unlucky ones whose bodies were blown to pieces by the body parts of the corpses that had been torn apart before, which were a bit ugly, the others were just cleanly separated, which was a beautiful corpse.

However, the little devils wouldn't think it was beautiful—this was hard to say, after all, their aesthetic was the so-called beauty of "mono no aware." Maybe they would really think that the posture of these soldiers dying was very beautiful. Of course, there were stronger guys in the Marine Corps, usually some kind of sergeant, and several people immediately drew their swords, their blood boiling. In a trance, it was as if they had returned to the Warring States period. In front of them was a cavalry general, riding a horse and holding a spear, while they were foot soldiers, with only a long sword in their hands.

That was to exert the swordsmanship they had practiced all their lives to cut down the general in front of them—Shinkage-ryu, Jigen-ryu, and Itto-ryu all appeared. These sergeants also held their breath and waited for Bai Lang to charge, swinging their swords at the moment of death—that's how it's performed in sword-fighting films, isn't it? Bai Lang laughed. He was familiar with battle formations and saw through the little devils' plans at a glance. "Don't they think about the fact that machine gun bullets are useless? Is it useful to swing knives with muscles? Sure enough, they are poor people who believe in spiritual power!"

Bai Lang decided to satisfy them. At this time, even the devils inside had run out, sounding the alarm and closing the gate, and the soldiers in the barracks picked up their weapons one after another. Bai Lang turned his horse and paused for a moment, then urged the warhorse to rush toward those guys—he could shoot arrows but didn't, just to completely suppress the little devils' momentum. "Take all their heads at once." Bai Lang made a decision in a playful mood—up to now, he hadn't been serious.

(End of chapter)