Chapter 122: Grand Signing Event

After hearing the old man's story, Fang Xinghe could not help but feel deep respect.

Thirty years later, with no survivors of that war for national fate, the Z generation could only reminisce about them through films, feeling the heroism and iron blood hidden beneath their sorrowful tone.

What were they thinking?

Watching through a screen always felt somewhat distorted; there was a blurred zone interwoven between flesh and blood and iron will, where human instinct clashed with lofty faith.

A round of mockery rose from around them. "This guy really looks like the Golden Kong from that Japanese movie? But his build is far from it."

Feng Mingtang's previously impeccable slicked-back hair was now disheveled; one hand pressed against his waist as if in pain.

Upon hearing this news, Third Master Meng also felt stunned. How could this young man act so against all convention? Was causing such a scene tantamount to defying heaven?

As the person in charge of supplying weapons to the Anti-Japanese United Army, Liu Ding bore a heavy responsibility. He considered whether the army had weapons or not, and the pressure of ammunition supply. This line of thinking was forced upon him by his opponents; Japanese units operated the same way.

A huge crowd surged toward where Rod and the others stood, creating a scene of immense bustle. People pressed against people, a veritable sea of humanity, making it impossible to move an inch.

"The Demon Clan has appeared; we cannot abandon the first line of defense! At the very least, this leaves us a retreat. Fight a bloody battle at the first defense line; even if we fail, brothers behind the second line will hold the line! We still have a way back!" After a long silence, Nagrand voiced his opinion.

After throwing his shield, Oz immediately pulled out a battle axe. He never expected the dog to hit the opponent with the shield in the first place; he only did it to free his hands for wielding two battle axes in attack.

Ruoxi has his son, yet she also lost a child because of him. What exactly made Ruoxi hide this matter from Leng Yan? Was it simple sympathy? But she, Ye Zilin, needed sympathy the least.

Both girls were startled. Ouyang Bingbing turned sharply, her chest tracing a breathtaking arc. Having just woken up, she had not yet changed clothes; her sleepiness left her completely exposed, even showing her nipples.

Lie Huo looked at the old man with an unsettled gaze, his expression shifting constantly. He remained silent, unknown what thoughts were turning in his mind.

"Alright, no problem. As a consultant, meeting one's direct superior is only proper." Rick nodded.

Under the pale light, the bamboo grove displayed two colors: black and white. She and the bamboo grove resembled a time silhouette left from the sixties, possessing a style all their own.

Prior to this, the techniques he had used—Transformation Art, Teleportation, and the Demon King's Immortal Body—were all equivalent to five or six-star Holy Souls. Meanwhile, the Monkey Demon God's true body possessed only a clone talent equivalent to a seven-star Holy Soul, capable of splitting into one Qiu Chan and over a thousand ordinary King clones, a talent Qiu Chan did not possess.

He gathered his qi and focused his spirit, stomped the ground fiercely, and lunged forward. He extended a fist carrying a mighty wind, smashing toward Cody's face.

"Remember, after returning to Ye City, have people plant a few plum trees in the manor." Gu Changfeng did not answer directly but instead instructed Gu Yunfei, who stood beside him.

Hearing this, Lu Jiu nodded, holding the phone between his neck and shoulder while picking up a grape from the table and popping it into his mouth.

The wind was light, quietly lifting a curtain. A ray of sunlight took the opportunity to leap in, pouring into a room.

At this moment, Li Sanjian had been promoted by the court to a fourth-rank official of the Great Song, serving as an assistant to the Great Song's Western Army. Wielding immense power for a time, he brought considerable honor to Xu Tingting's face.

Elder Mingxin and others lacked the ability to intercept the group of Shadow Assassins and could only watch them depart with their own eyes.

Zhan Yan'er's gaze dimmed slightly. She had not expected that Ye Mingming, usually so kind, could speak so sharply. She grew even more convinced that it was because she had stolen her beloved that Ye Mingming had become this way, and merely thinking about it made her heart happy.