Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

The night fell like a heavy curtain and the stars were hidden behind thick clouds, adding a sense of mystery and urgency to this sudden attack.

After about twenty minutes of long negotiations, Li Yunlong and the system finally reached an agreement - 1000 gold coins in exchange for Xisentom's silent but powerful power.

On this battlefield shrouded in darkness, Hisentem, in his unique way, quietly reshaped an unknown logistics support unit into an elite rocket artillery division. Their memories were like leaves washed by morning dew, refreshed, and they only remembered that they were rocket artillery soldiers who were about to carry out critical tasks.

Coupled with the high-tech equipment that Li Yunlong had just taken out from the system space, Li Yunlong suddenly had an additional long-range rocket artillery battalion directly under his command, the power of which was enough to scare any enemy.

And the three missile vehicles standing alone, under Li Yunlong's precise operation, became the hidden killers that determined the direction of the battle.

Another fifteen minutes passed. This short but crucial period of time was enough for the god of death to weave an inescapable net.

"Fire!" With Li Yunlong's order, 144 370mm caliber rockets, like enraged fire dragons, accompanied by a deafening roar, cut through the night sky and headed straight for the material transfer station where Zhao Gang was.

Following closely behind, 12 missiles with an astonishing diameter of 720 mm, like visitors from outer space, carried destructive power and left dazzling tail flames in their tracks as they cut through the sky.

At this moment, most of the Yellow Shoe Army and the Japanese soldiers were immersed in dreams and had no idea of ​​the impending disaster.

Until the first alarm broke the silence: "Oh no! Taijun! The divine bird is working! Quick, prevent the artillery!" "Brothers, the waterfall is dropping three thousand feet! Those who run away, come and give it to me!" the Yellow Shoe Army patrol exclaimed.

The Yellow Shoes patrol's exclamation was like a belated wake-up call, but it was too late.

When rockets and missiles approach the target, they are like blooming flowers of death, splitting into countless small warheads with precision, covering every corner of the enemy.

This is an attack with no blind spots and no chance of survival. Every falling bullet is a ruthless deprivation of life.

Explosions rang out one after another, flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the night sky as bright as day, but in the blink of an eye, they swallowed up all the light.

When the last trace of the explosion faded away, only dead silence remained on the battlefield.

There were no shouts, no gunshots, not even the sound of insects. Just the crackling of the fire.

The broken limbs and flesh scattered all over the ground, the blazing trees, and the smell of burnt and bloody things in the air silently told of the large-scale slaughter that had just taken place here.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that this seemingly peaceful countryside was the remains of such a cruel battlefield?

In this land baptized by war, there seems to be no other traces left except death and destruction.

Most of the Japanese regiment and most of the Yellow Shoe Army's division seemed to be gently pinched by an invisible hand and disappeared in an instant, leaving only debris and the breath of despair.

In this dead silence and chaos, the figures of the Japanese regiment commander and the yellow-shoe army division commander appeared particularly abrupt.

They stood side by side, but like two lonely ghosts abandoned by the world, looking at each other in silence.

In the eyes of the two men, there was shock at the tragic scene before them, as well as deep fear of their future fate.

Their lips trembled slightly, as if they wanted to say something, but in the end all that came out was the sound of teeth chattering caused by fear, echoing in the silent night sky, seeming particularly desolate.

The captain of the Japanese regiment was filled with despair and helplessness. He tried to issue orders and stabilize the morale of the troops, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and he could not make any sound.

In fact, it didn't need to make a sound, because after a moment, it was like a big stone was thrown into the silent lake. The devils under its command lost their minds and fled in all directions like frightened sheep. No matter how it shouted, it couldn't stop the torrent.

After being stunned for a moment, the Japanese captain finally came back to his senses from his shock.

It suddenly pulled out its command knife, trying to use this last symbol to arouse the soldiers' fighting spirit.

However, it ignored the darkness of the night and the control of lights, especially around itself, where lights were strictly prohibited.

No one could see its movements in the darkness, and its howling was drowned out by the screams of ghosts and wolves.

To the wing commander, the ten minutes seemed like a long nightmare.

It struggled in vain, trying to save the situation, but everything was already irreversible.

In the end, it was swept up in this irresistible tide of escape and had to give up resistance and flee southward along with the defeated troops.

The entire Japanese army seemed to have lost all restraints and constraints at this moment, like a river bursting its banks, collapsing thousands of miles, and could no longer gather any effective fighting power.

In this almost pitch-dark environment, a yellow-shoe army guard, relying on his familiarity with the division commander's figure, staggered towards the dazed division commander.

"Commander, the locust army has all run away, let's run too!" The guard's voice was low and rapid, revealing deep fear and anxiety.

In this chaotic moment, every second of hesitation may mean the loss of life.

The commander's thoughts seemed to be suddenly pulled back to reality by an invisible force. He widened his eyes, and his gaze flashed with complex emotions in the darkness.

In this moment of silence, he seemed to have crossed the barriers of time and space and saw all the possibilities of the future.

"With the firepower of the People's Liberation Army, is there any hope for me to follow Da Gaoyao?" This question echoed repeatedly in his mind, like a mirror, reflecting the current predicament and despair.

At present, neither the big plaster nor any other external forces can withstand the PLA's surging offensive and firm belief.

"Don't even mention the big plaster. Even if Omanrek faced the People's Liberation Army, he would still be at a disadvantage."

The commander's inner monologue was full of helplessness and clarity. He realized that in this battle that would determine the fate of the nation, he had no one to rely on but himself and his compatriots who also yearned for freedom and dignity.

The division commander turned around suddenly, and in the dim light of the fire, he saw the guard's tense and loyal face.

However, this loyalty seemed so blind and ridiculous at this moment. He raised his hand and slapped the guard.

"The Japs are your father! Are they worthy of your loyalty?" The commander's voice was full of anger and ridicule, but more of it was a kind of helplessness of being disappointed in his friend.

He hoped that this slap would wake up the guard and himself.

The guard was a little dazed by the slap from the division commander. The burning feeling on his face gradually spread to his heart. He stood there, his eyes full of confusion and astonishment.

The obedience he had formed over a long period of time made him feel a little at a loss at this moment. The questioning of his teacher was like a heavy hammer, shattering the shell of blind loyalty in his heart.

"Except for the gang of Japanese lackeys in the third company of the third regiment, how many people in our division are truly willing to work for the Japanese?" The division commander's voice echoed in the night sky, with a bit of sadness and determination.

These words were like a fire that ignited some emotion in the guard's heart. He began to realize that he might never have truly examined this war and his position in it.

"Blow the whistle, light the torches, and call over the brothers who haven't run away." The division commander's order was concise and powerful, and there was no room for doubt.

The guard quickly came to his senses and didn't have to think anymore. He just followed the instructions as usual.

The sharp sound of a whistle pierced the night sky, and soon after, torches were lit, illuminating everything around, including a group of confused faces.

Soon, thousands of soldiers gathered around the division commander. All of them had been victims of the oppression of the devils and held a grudge against them.

And those lackeys who followed the Japs wholeheartedly had already fled with them in the chaos.

"Brothers, you've seen it before." The division commander stood on a high place, his voice loud and powerful, "The Japs hid far away, leaving us to operate those damn cannons. Because of this, hundreds of our brothers died! They didn't even regard us as human beings!"

Every word the division commander said was heart-piercing. Every word was like a sharp blade, cutting through the pain and anger in the soldiers' hearts.

A low roar erupted from the crowd, which was filled with endless hatred and unwillingness towards the Japs.

The division commander continued in a deep voice: "Brothers, when we followed those little devils before, I knew it clearly in my heart, and everyone felt bad.

But we have to face the reality and admit that we were indeed a little soft and cowardly at that time! We didn't have the courage to confront them head-on, but instead had to obey their orders.

Because of this, the Chinese people have often stabbed us in the back, saying that we are cowardly and that we helped the Japanese to bully the people.

But we can't just keep being cowardly like this! We have to fight for ourselves, for the old and the young at home, and for the land that raised us, for our freedom and our face!

From now on, we must stand up straight, be our own boss, live like a human being, and let everyone see that we are not cowards, but upright men!"

The soldiers' emotions were completely ignited. They held their weapons tightly with determination flashing in their eyes.

In this land baptized by war, they seemed to see new hope and future.

At this moment, they are no longer lambs to be slaughtered, but lions about to awaken, ready to use their own strength to defend their dignity and freedom.

"Listen carefully, brothers. If anyone still wants to be a dog for the Japanese, I, Zhang, will not stop you. The door is open, and you can go with those guys anytime.

But let's make it clear. I, Zhang, guarantee with my life that I will not touch a single hair of yours in the first hundred steps you take.

But once you take those 100 steps, we will be enemies to the death! The next time we meet, either you lie down or I stand, no questions asked!

If you want to leave, do it now and grease the soles of your feet and leave quickly.

I'll count for you guys. If you don't leave after I count to ten, we'll still be brothers. But if you want to go back and find the devil as your master, hey, the bullets in my gun chamber don't recognize people, they won't allow it!

One, two, three... nine, ten! Well, since we are all here, we are brothers, of one mind, and we are all on the same boat.

We have to do it for nothing else but our own reputation, for the well-being of the old and young in our family, and for the land that gave us life and raised us. We have to give it our all!

From now on, we will eat together and face difficulties together, so that those devils can see that we Chinese men are all upright and manly men!

Let them know that our land does not support spineless people, but only heroes with flesh and blood, affection and righteousness! "

After saying this, he patted his chest, his eyes revealing immense determination and confidence, as if he had seen the dawn of future victory.

Those members of the Yellow Shoe Army who chose to stay were also infected by this lofty sentiment and ambition. They straightened their backs, with a gleam of determination in their eyes to never retreat.