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"Everyone obey orders!"

Captain Li, with high spirits, reached to his waist and casually took out the pistol he carried with him. He pulled the bolt skillfully with his left hand, and his movements were quick and decisive.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a cruel smile, and his eyes flashed with a firm and cold light:

"Immediately expel all irrelevant personnel from the venue. Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!" His voice was clear and powerful, and every word was the power bursting out from his chest.

"Yes, kill without mercy!"

The warriors' responses resounded through the heavens and earth like a surging torrent. The voices were full of murderous intent and determination, which made people shudder.

In front of the cold muzzles of the Daxia soldiers' guns, expressions of fear and despair filled the faces of the ghost shrine priests. They stared with wide eyes and their bodies trembled involuntarily, as if they saw the shadow of death approaching.

The old man from the ghost club pursed his lips tightly, mumbling indistinctly in his throat, his body trembling constantly. Every inch of his muscle was trembling violently, his eyes were wide open, filled with resentment and anger, like two balls of flame about to explode.

However, facing the cold and ruthless guns of the Daxia soldiers, his anger could only be frozen, unable to release the slightest heat.

"time up……"

As these words were spoken, the entire scene fell into a dead silence. Everyone could feel the tense atmosphere, as if the air had solidified.

Captain Li slowly raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, and slowly raised his gun...

"and many more!"

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence. Everyone turned around and saw Xie Yunting walking over.

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in his eyes as he stared closely at the old man from the ghost society who just stayed where he was.

"Old man, you are very brave... You dare to stay."

Xie Yunting's voice was cold and ruthless. He paused for a moment and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a strange arc:

"Since you don't want to leave, then just stay here and watch how the fire of revenge of my Daxia soldiers burns."

"Captain Li, send two people to guard him here."

Xie Yunting glanced at the old man with disdain, then his expression became slightly ferocious. He picked up the intercom and once again issued an order to all the members: "Guards Company 1 and 2 should still work as squads. Take out the gasoline prepared in the truck and pour it into every corner of the building in front."

Hearing Xie Yunting's order, the soldiers of the 1st and 2nd Guard Companies were full of energy. They quickly moved the gasoline from the truck in an orderly manner in teams, and then carefully poured it on every inch of the building in Guishe, ensuring that the commander's order was faithfully carried out...

The old man from the Ghost Society turned even paler, his pupils reflecting the impending destruction. The fear that penetrated deep into his bones made his whole body stiff, and he even lost the ability to speak. He could only watch stupidly as all this happened before his eyes.

"Commander, the Central Military Commission's photography team is already in place."

The secretary walked quietly to Xie Yunting and whispered in his ear.

"it is good!"

Xie Yunting's mouth curled up again, with a hint of cruelty in his smile: "Let them shoot me from all angles, and capture all the details of the burning."

……

When the last soldier walked out of the ghost society carrying an empty oil barrel, the sun in the sky had already slightly moved to the west.

The afternoon sun shone on this place that was about to end, but it failed to bring the slightest warmth.

On the contrary, the golden glow seemed to foreshadow the coming heat and destruction. There was a strange silence in the air, in stark contrast to the previous heated atmosphere, as if the whole world was waiting for a decisive moment to arrive.

Xie Yunting stood on a tank, staring at the building opposite, his figure looking particularly tall in the sunlight.

There was determination in his eyes, but also a hint of complex emotional fluctuations.

After decades of waiting, the dream of the Daxia soldiers is about to be realized by him and the soldiers under him. How lucky and how happy it is.

"Soldiers!"

Xie Yunting's expression was excited, and his loud voice rang out in the quiet air, like thunder, awakening the silent earth.

"We stand here not for revenge, but for justice. We carry not only personal glory, but also the expectations of the country and the trust of the people. Today, we will write history and prove with our actions that justice may be late, but it will never be absent."

The sonorous and powerful words were stirring, making every Daxia person present feel excited.

"Last night, General Chu Yuchen gave me a message, and today I will share it with you."

Xie Yunting paused, his eyes swept across the young but solemn faces below one by one, and said with emotion:

"Eighty years have passed, and the world has undergone tremendous changes. The years have gone by, but the mountains and rivers have not slept. I recall the days of war, when the great Xia men swore never to return from their battle robes stained with blood.

Enduring humiliation and shedding tears on the battlefield, with countless bones and desolate tombs. But inside and outside the Great Wall, along the east and west of the Yangtze River, countless heroes have built the backbone of the nation.

Until now, the awakening of the lion has shaken the nine states, the steel torrent has swept through the army, unstoppable. Eight years of bloodshed, fourteen years of perseverance, until today, the storm has risen again, the sword is pointed at Japan!

The army of justice, crossing the sea and crossing the east, went straight to Huanglong. Under the city of Tokyo, warriors gathered, pointed their swords to the sky, and vowed to live up to their youth and love.

Keeping in mind the history, we should strive to be stronger, never forget the national humiliation, and work hard to become stronger. Looking to the future, the children of Daxia will go hand in hand with the stars and the sea to create brilliance together. "

After Xie Yunting finished reading the poem that Young Master Chu had improvised, his expression suddenly became serious, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Prepare the flamethrower."

At the command, the soldiers who were already prepared and holding flamethrowers came out, their hearts beating faster and their blood boiling.

They knew that this moment was coming, and the chapter of history would be written in their hands. Their breathing became heavy, but their faces were filled with pride and determination.

"ignition!"

As Xie Yunting gave his last order, the end of the Ghost Society quietly approached.

The warriors holding flamethrowers, like Zhurong, the god of fire in mythology who controls fire, played the role of destroyers.

They pulled the trigger steadily, and suddenly, strong flames, like angry pythons, snaked towards every corner of the Ghost Society.

The fire snakes kept writhing, greedily licking every pillar, every door and window, and every roof.

The wooden structure of the ghost shrine was powerless in the face of the high temperature and was soon devoured, turning into a blazing altar. The orange-red flames and the black smoke intertwined to form a shocking picture, as if the entrance to hell had opened before the world.

Under the influence of the wind, the flames take on ever-changing shapes, sometimes like angry beasts, baring their fangs and claws; sometimes like sad souls, crying and wailing. Every jump of the flames is accompanied by a slight crackling sound, which is a signal that the moisture in the wood is evaporating, and it is also the prelude to the end of the ghost society.

As time went by, the fire became more intense, and the entire space was filled with suffocating heat. The soldiers on guard all around could also feel the scorching heat wave. Even standing at a safe distance, sweat still flowed down their foreheads, and they began to move to the periphery in an orderly manner...

The fire burned for three hours, and the only ruins left of the ghost shrine twisted and deformed in the flames, and finally collapsed and turned into a pile of ashes. The crimes and secrets that were once hidden here were dissipated along with the fire...