109: Chapter 109 Like an Immortal in a Book

Blood seeped down through the cracks in the earth, and the ground was littered with broken rifle barrels, shattered helmets, and the corpses of the Japanese Army.

In the just-concluded frontal charge, the entire forward unit of the Japanese Army had been utterly shattered.

Mo Yufei stood in the center of the position, holding his combat blade; he was stained with blood and grime, yet his breathing remained steady, without a hint of fatigue.

During the recent close-quarters combat, he had single-handedly pierced through the charging formation of the Japanese Army, crushing every counterattacking soldier head-on and abruptly severing the momentum of their offensive.

The surviving soldiers of the Japanese Army had completely broken.

Some threw down their guns and turned to run, while others fell into the mud, scrambling on all fours, with cries of retreat rising one after another.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

"This man cannot be stopped! It's impossible to stop him!"

"The whole team, fall back! Withdraw from the front line!"

The soldiers of the Japanese Army had no will to fight left, caring only about fleeing backward.

The arrogance with which they had previously pressed their fierce attack on the position was now gone, leaving only the panic and fear of a rout.

Mo Yufei watched the entire retreating force of the Japanese Army with cold eyes.

There were no ripples in his heart, only a genuine sense of satisfaction.

"A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Just based on this battle, the first page of the genealogy is secure! I wonder if the timeline here is consistent with my original world!"

"The crimes of these Japanese Invaders need not be mentioned; it was useless to talk about retaliation in the past, but now..."

A flash of cold light crossed Mo Yufei's eyes, and he flicked his long blade.

With a sharp "hum," the blood droplets on the edge of the blade were all ejected, forming a line of blood on the ground.

The Japanese Invaders relied on their equipment advantage to oppress the National Army soldiers, daring to slaughter at will on Chinese soil, but in front of Mo Yufei, all their ferocity was vulnerable.

News of the defeat on the front line reached the rear command post of the Japanese Army.

Sakata Yuichi, the supreme Commander of the Japanese Army, stared at the battle report with a gloomy expression.

Hundreds of elite troops had charged the front line, yet they could not take a single broken position and were instead slaughtered into a full-scale rout.

More than half were killed, the survivors were all fleeing, and the entire forward offensive was completely nullified.

Sakata Yuichi slammed the table and stood up, his eyes filled with rage.

"Trash! They are all trash! To think they claim a demon god has descended! Idiots! They all deserve to commit seppuku to apologize to the Emperor!"

He stared in the direction of the position and gritted his teeth as he gave the order.

"Relay the order to the artillery position!"

"Full-area artillery coverage! Indiscriminate bombardment! I want the entire position to completely disappear!"

The order was passed down layer by layer.

Deep in the mountains and forests, the artillery position of the Japanese Army immediately went into operation; the muzzles were raised one by one, the dark barrels aimed at the position where Mo Yufei was located.

The next instant, roaring sounds exploded one after another.

Dozens of heavy artillery pieces fired simultaneously; the shells rose into the air, skimmed the low altitude, and smashed densely toward the front line.

Explosions followed one after another, flames flared up here and there, earth and rubble were constantly thrown up, and the position was instantly shrouded in thick smoke and raging fire.

The surviving soldiers behind Mo Yufei quickly pressed themselves against the trench bunkers, everyone's expression grave.

Having just finished a desperate defensive battle, everyone was physically exhausted and simply unable to withstand another round of heavy artillery bombardment.

Amidst the sky-filling artillery fire, a heavy shell flew straight toward the center of the position, slamming precisely in front of Mo Yufei.

A deafening roar exploded. Flames swallowed the view, and the shockwave swept horizontally outward.

Mo Yufei was hit head-on, his body instantly sent flying into the air; he was thrown several meters by the immense force and landed heavily into the crater created by the explosion. Dust instantly buried him.

The battlefield suddenly went silent.

The friendly soldiers in the rear all froze.

The remnants of the Japanese Army who had fled halfway into the distance also stopped and turned back to watch.

Everyone assumed that a direct hit from heavy artillery meant survival was impossible.

A sense of luck and malice grew in the eyes of the remaining Japanese Army soldiers; their original mindset of defeat gained a glimmer of confidence to counterattack.

But the artillery fire did not stop.

The second and third rounds of shells continued to fall on the position, covering the entire defensive line, suppressing all bunker positions, and giving no one a chance to breathe.

Just as the entire position fell into dead silence, movement arose from within the crater.

A hand pushed away the rubble pressing down on him. Mo Yufei stood up from the ruins.

He was covered in dirt, but his protective suit was undamaged, and there was not a single wound on his body; his stance remained steady.

Mo Yufei tapped the badge on his chest, the cleaning mode instantly activated, and the dirt on his body shook off.

With the protective suit combined with the strength of his current physique, the heavy artillery bombardment, which was enough to destroy fortifications and tear human bodies apart, had no effect on him whatsoever.

Mo Yufei felt disdain in his heart, his lips still carrying an intriguing smile, and a sense of ultimate satisfaction welled up in his chest.

The so-called decisive firepower of the Japanese Army was nothing more than this.

They dared not engage in close combat, hiding only in the rear to shell, relying on their weapons advantage to bridge the gap in combat power.

He wanted to, right in front of all the Japanese Invaders, withstand the artillery fire they were most proud of, crush all their confidence, and let them know what a crushing defeat was; Chinese land could not be trampled flat by artillery.

The whole scene remained dead silent.

Not far behind Mo Yufei, an old soldier named Wang Tiezhu watched with wide eyes as he was hit by the heavy artillery, yet stood up as if nothing had happened, his clothes still looking brand new; the shock surging in his heart was almost impossible to suppress.

"He is a true immortal!"

The faces of the remaining Japanese Army soldiers in the distance instantly turned pale, and the confidence that had just risen was instantly and completely shattered.

They saw the scene before them and could not understand how anyone could survive a direct hit from heavy artillery.

After a brief silence, the whistling of shells from above came again.

The artillery coverage continued.

Mo Yufei did not seek cover.

He took a step and walked directly into the artillery fire.

Shells exploded beside him, flames flared near his body, and the shockwaves rushed at his face, but he did not stop his pace.

He charged straight from the left side of the position to the right, crossing the entire front line covered by artillery fire.

All the remaining Japanese Army soldiers who were hiding, waiting for a chance to counterattack, or resisting desperately along the way were all killed on the spot by him.

The blade light rose and fell, his movements crisp.

There was no stalemate, no delay.

Within the position, all the invading remnants were completely wiped out.

A round of charging through the position ended, and there were no living Japanese Invaders left on the position.

Our soldiers watched this scene, the shock in their hearts completely transforming into intense admiration.

Everyone lowered their voices and whispered to each other.

"Too powerful... he was hit directly by heavy artillery and is still fine."

"How could an ordinary flesh-and-blood body have such ability?"

"I heard the storyteller in town talk about it; in the ancient world of martial arts, there were legendary heroes who could slay a thousand troops with a blade and take the head of an enemy general from the midst of ten thousand armies. Could it be... is this that kind of hidden legendary hero?"

"More than that! I don't think he's a hero! A hero couldn't withstand heavy artillery! No matter how high your martial arts are, I could still take you down with one shot. I'm afraid this person is an immortal who has descended from the mountains to protect the people!"

Everyone speculated, but no one knew Mo Yufei's origin.

They only knew that if not for this person today, everyone would have died.

Chen Zhenbang stood by the trench, having watched the entire process, his emotions unsettled for a long time.

He had been through a hundred battles; he had seen soldiers who were brave and fearless, and brave generals who could take on ten, but he had never seen such a heaven-defying person.

He broke the enemy alone, turned the tide of the battle with his own strength, withstood heavy artillery without a scratch, and cleared all the remaining enemies while crossing the artillery fire, from beginning to end, without retreating a single step.

Gratitude surged and churned in his heart.

In this battle, Mo Yufei had saved him, saved the hundreds of brothers in the entire battalion, and held this critical defensive line.