Chapter 66: The Eighth Route Army Special Operations Team Shines Bright, Brutally Slaughtering Japanese Embedded Aristocratic Members

The Japanese troops advancing from the Matsudo battlefield toward the capital were like a plague of locusts sweeping across the land.

Far from feeling any sense of shame regarding their brutal and bloody conduct, the embedded reporters accompanying them instead praised these atrocities as the heroic deeds of the Great Empire of Japan.

The "hundred-man-slaying" contest between two Japanese junior officers was even captured on camera by Japanese journalists and reported in a continuous series of sensational articles.

These photographs and essays were transmitted back to the Japanese homeland at the earliest opportunity.

Surprisingly, newspapers of this nature were met with enthusiastic pursuit and a warm welcome among the Japanese populace.

A vast number of Japanese citizens regarded these two junior officers as national heroes.

On every street corner and in every alley, people debated whether Noda Takeshi or Mukai Toshiaki would ultimately win this grotesque competition.

"Yoshi! I bet Noda-kun will win this contest. His swordsmanship is first-rate, and his father is an exceptional samurai of the Great Empire of Japan."

"Nakashima, you are going to lose this time. While Noda-kun's father is indeed an outstanding samurai, Mukai-kun comes from a noble lineage. His family has produced brilliant minds for generations; among the samurai who followed Toyotomi Hideyoshi to unite our Great Empire of Japan were members of the Mukai family. I wager Mukai-kun will emerge victorious!"

Within the borders of the Japanese Empire, the lives of the citizens of the Great Xia Nation had been reduced to mere wagers and casual dinner-table amusement for this pack of beasts.

Nor were these atrocities confined solely to the male beasts of the Japanese Empire.

The female beasts were hardly fewer in number.

Numerous Japanese women wrote to their husbands and sons stationed far away in the Great Xia Nation, urging them to plunder the wealth of Xia to the utmost limit.

They demanded that the riches looted from Great Xia be mailed back home to subsidize household expenses.

One might write that her house needed repairs, while another desired to purchase a gold bracelet, among other things.

As for how this money was acquired, these female beasts were by no means ignorant.

Yet their greed for the wealth of Great Xia made them completely indifferent to the slaughter of ordinary Xia civilians.

In the eyes of these beasts, only by murdering the common people of Great Xia could they seize greater wealth from their hands—

and only then could they live more comfortably.

During this period, snowstorms of letters by every conceivable means were delivered to the units where the two Japanese junior officers were stationed.

Some fanatical Japanese women poured their "adulation" for the two officers into their letters, declaring them to be true heroes of the Japanese Empire.

And this very practice—

only fueled the madness of those more than two hundred thousand Japanese beasts.

The Japanese Empire!

A nation forged from a despicable and perverted race.

It was utterly sickening that the slaughter of unarmed civilians was celebrated by them as "heroism."

Scarcely anyone throughout the entire country considered such behavior shameless or anti-human.

In truth, these bastards gave their utmost, frenzied support to this war.

There is not a shred of injustice in the saying that no souls are wronged beneath a mushroom cloud.

Just as the Japanese military leadership, mid-level commanders, and even the rank-and-file plunged into an abyss of extreme frenzy,

acting on orders from the headquarters of the Japanese Kwantung Army, a mysterious Japanese unit appeared simultaneously among the Japanese Expeditionary Force in Ueto.

In the eyes of these Japanese, the capital of the Great Xia Nation was their ultimate testing ground.

Right here!

They could do whatever they pleased without the slightest restraint.

Slaughter—

would become the defining silhouette of the Great Xia capital in the days to come.

...

In a certain region along the route from Ueto to the Great Xia capital,

a Japanese squad was advancing rapidly toward the destination.

This squad was currently in hot pursuit of a group of girls wearing the student uniforms of Great Xia, howling with sickening and obscene laughter as they chased them.

"Yoshi! Yoshi!"

"Plentiful flower maidens! These Xia female students are fresh and tender!"

"Hahaha!"

"Fujiwara-san, I'd say we struck it lucky today."

"Xia female students—these are the absolute cream of the crop..."

"Yoshi, Tanabe-kun, you are quite right. You shall have the first Xia female student to enjoy as you please."

"Gagagaga!"

Like feral cats toying with mice, this pack of Japanese soldiers lunged toward the desperately fleeing Great Xia female students.

"Don't run! Don't run, maidens of the Xia nation!"

"The Imperial Army of the Great Empire of Japan simply wants you to accompany us for a while."

"It will be so much fun. Stop running, or we will open fire."

The Japanese uttered their lewd and vile threats.

Just as one of the Japanese soldiers was about to lay his hands on a Great Xia female student,

"Bang!"

A steel-jacketed bullet suddenly came shrieking through the air from not far away.

This projectile hurtled at terrifying speed directly toward the Japanese soldier's skull.

"Splatter!"

Like a bursting watermelon, yellowish-white matter sprayed across the ground.

This sudden turn of events left the Japanese, who had encountered no resistance along the entire route, utterly dumbfounded.

Yet, true to their origin in an elite division, these Japanese possessed exceptionally high tactical proficiency.

Upon coming under attack,

they immediately executed tactical maneuvers to take cover.

"Ambush! Enemy ambush!"

The Japanese screamed frantically as dozens of them scrambled for cover, desperately trying to evade the unerring bullets.

Had they faced an ordinary army, this Japanese squad might well have put up a fierce fight.

But this time!

What they had encountered was an elite special operations force forged by Su Changqing through the exhaustion of every available resource.

Every single member of this team—

was a peerless sharpshooter gifted with top-tier talent, tempered by countless nights of rigorous training and fueled by tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition.

Moreover, they were blessed with the system's "twice the result with half the effort" skill enhancement.

One can only imagine just how formidable the combat capability of these special forces members truly was—

how terrifying!

In mere moments, seven or eight Japanese soldiers had their heads blown apart by single shots,

dying instantly on the spot.

Displaying formidable military skills and impeccable coordination, the special operations team of the Great Xia First Special Brigade

flanked rapidly from both sides.

Led by Monk Wei, the assault of the Great Xia First Special Brigade poured forth like cascading water.

Accompanied by the rapid stutter of PPD-34 submachine guns, the Japanese huddled behind their cover were riddled into sieves.

Though well-trained and ferocious in combat, the Japanese desperately sought to return fire,

yet the deadliness of the Great Xia special forces far exceeded their worst nightmares.

To raise one's head was to die instantly!

Such a ferocious and terrifying assault caused cold sweat to stream down the bodies of these Japanese soldiers, who were considered elite even among elite divisions.

"Baka yarou!"

"What kind of monsters are these? What kind of monsters are these?"

"How could these Xia pigs possess such an elite force?"

Fujiwara Koizumi, the commander of this Japanese unit and a scion of the Fujiwara family, was drenched in cold sweat,

which had already soaked a large patch of his back.

As a Japanese nobleman with certain connections to the imperial household, the only reason Fujiwara Koizumi had brought this squad here

was, naturally, to capture this bevy of fresh female students.

Yet he never imagined that his lust would cause him to cross paths with such a demonic and formidable army.

"One, two, three..."

"Throw!"

Following Monk Wei's sharp command, grenades that had been primed in their palms for several seconds flew toward the cover where the Japanese were hiding.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!!"

The grenades detonated in mid-air, showering shrapnel toward the position occupied by Fujiwara Koizumi and his men.

Such pinpoint accuracy was scarcely distinguishable from mortar fire.

"Damn it!"

"Who are they?" This was the sole question flashing through Fujiwara Koizumi's mind before his body was riddled with countless bloody craters.

This terrifying adversary—

who on earth were they?

Yet until the moment of his death, Fujiwara Koizumi never found out whose hands he had perished at.