"Huh... That's strange. Historically, the United States was a neutral country during World War II and never actually participated in the war..."
"It wasn't until Japan attacked Pearl Harbor that the Americans were angered, leading them to drop two atomic bombs and bomb Nagasaki and Hiroshima..."
"Why did they declare war on Japan right from the start? Could it be... that history has changed?"
Unlike the others' excitement, Xiao Ning was surprised and muttered to himself upon learning that the Americans had joined the war.
"Right, that little zombie from back then... could it be the one who did all that trickery?"
Suddenly, the image of the little zombie from more than twenty years ago popped into Xiao Ning's mind, and he couldn't shake it off.
"Who knows, it might really be his doing... Wow, that's pretty impressive! He actually changed history all by himself... Isn't he afraid of some unknown being descending upon us..."
After thinking for a long time without finding a solution, Xiao Ning became increasingly certain that this was the work of that little zombie from back then.
"Forget it, whatever, it's none of my business!"
Shaking his head, Xiao Ning stopped thinking about it.
After seeing off his son and many disciples, Xiao Ning felt relieved. He spent his days either drinking tea and teaching new disciples or accompanying Ren Tingting shopping and experiencing the daily life of an ordinary couple.
The turmoil in the outside world did not cause the slightest ripple in Renjia Town, which seemed to be isolated from the world.
Nearly a thousand accomplished disciples gathered in Renjia Town, discussed countermeasures, and then set off for various parts of China.
They had a clear division of labor: some joined the Nationalist Army, some joined the Red Army, some traveled across the ocean to the Japanese islands, and some acted independently...
They did their utmost to resist the Japanese invasion, even sacrificing their young lives.
Xiao Ning had anticipated this, but did not stop it. In fact, when he chose to open a school and take on disciples, he had already made preparations in advance.
If the lives of these thousand disciples can alleviate the suffering of the 400 million people of China, it would be a wonderful thing, and their sacrifice would have meaning.
This departure lasted for many years!
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Chapter 10 Jiang Chen (8.4k)
Hongxi Village.
Located in Yingde, Guangdong, it is a remote village under the jurisdiction of Jiangkou Town.
After the outbreak of the War of Resistance against Japan, the country was engulfed in war, chaos reigned everywhere, and people suffered greatly.
A murderous aura filled the air, resentment soared to the heavens, and blood flowed like rivers.
Hundreds of meters underground in the mountains behind this village, an ancient corpse that had been sleeping for a thousand years was awakened.
That night, Jiang Chen emerged from underground, stood on the mountaintop, and gazed at the vast land of China, lost in thought.
"Such intense resentment, is it the end of a dynasty again?"
His eyes were bloodshot, seeing places that ordinary people couldn't see. A layer of thick, black gas covered the surrounding area, radiating across the entire land.
Such an earth-shattering situation usually only occurs at the end of a dynasty, when heroes are vying for power.
Jiang Chen was unaware that this was the darkest moment in five thousand years of Chinese history.
Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
For Jiang Chen, who has lived for countless millennia, not only does he lack human emotions, but he has also long since seen through the pain of life and death, and his heart is as cold as iron.
At this moment, the commotion at the foot of the mountain caught Jiang Chen's attention.
"Captain, hold on! There's a village ahead!"
Guerrilla fighter Xiao Ma wiped his face and said to the man on his back.
On his back lay a young man, half asleep. Hearing Xiao Ma's words, the man opened his eyes and said weakly, "Xiao Ma, I can't hold on any longer. Put me down and run for your life. The Japanese pirates are catching up!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ma burst into tears.
He sobbed, "Captain, it's all my fault. If it weren't for saving me, you wouldn't have been hit by the Japanese shells. With your skills, you could have escaped unscathed, you were almost there..."
Xiao Ma was consumed by deep self-blame.
The captain was pale, clearly from excessive blood loss. Both of his legs had been blown off, and he was hanging behind Xiao Ma, swaying like a rag doll.
At this moment, he comforted him, saying, "Little Ma, don't blame yourself. When I joined the revolution, I knew that this day would come sooner or later. It's just a pity that I won't live to see the day of victory in the War of Resistance!"
Hearing the captain's words, Xiao Ma was even more heartbroken.
"Captain, you'll get better. Your martial arts are so amazing, you'll definitely recover!"
Thinking of the captain's amazing skills, Xiao Ma was full of confidence.
Although this captain had only been in the army for a short time, he quickly became a top-notch soldier in the army. He wielded a large sword with great skill and once had the amazing feat of single-handedly killing an entire Japanese company of 181 men.
Logically speaking, given his outstanding military achievements, promotion should have been a simple matter, and his superiors were also inclined to promote him to platoon leader.
But the captain refused all his offers. In his words, he was just a brute who had learned a little kung fu, and he didn't know anything about military strategy or how to lead troops. He said it was better for him to be a common soldier than to mislead the young men.
This time, the Japanese pirates wreaked havoc and carried out a large-scale sweep.
The higher-ups intended to send a suicide squad deep behind enemy lines to sabotage the Japanese arsenal.
The captain stepped forward without hesitation and was appointed by his superiors as the captain of the suicide squad, leading twenty members of the squad on a mission.