Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 392 Black Sun? Red Sun!
In the early hours of the morning, the Luodian battlefield had experienced countless artillery bombardments.

This place has been completely turned into ruins under the fierce bombing of the Japanese army's sea and air firepower advantage, and there is almost no complete or decent building to be seen.

Guo Rugui and his eight thousand brothers who stayed behind here, as well as some reinforcements who rushed to the battlefield, had no idea how many times they had repelled the Japanese attacks.

A position was often lost during the day and then recaptured at night, over and over again.

However, as time went on, the number of defenders on the Luodian battlefield became fewer and fewer, while the number of Japanese troops became more and more numerous.

Up to now, nearly two-thirds of the Luodian battlefield was occupied by the Japanese army. At this time, the Japanese army had no intention of taking the entire Luodian battlefield in one fell swoop. They just kept the Nationalist troops on this position, hoping to use them as bait to annihilate those Nationalist troops who broke out of the blockade line in the urban area in one fell swoop.

On the battlefield, Lao Guo's situation was also very bad. He led the troops in several battles for the position and engaged in close combat with the Japanese army. Although he was lucky enough to survive, he was wounded several times and no longer had his former style.

Of the more than 1,500 National Army soldiers that Wang Yi had pulled back from the brink of death at the cost of his own life, only a few are left now. Of the 8,000 warriors, plus the reinforcements that arrived later, only about 800 are left, and everyone is injured.

Amid the flames of war and smoke, when dawn comes, all it takes is one charge from the Japanese army, and the last 800 or so of them will be reduced to corpses on the battlefield.

Everyone understood that their lives were already in countdown, but no one chose to back down.

They just gathered together with Lao Guo as the center, some waiting for death in silence, some complaining that they came to the battlefield to risk their lives without even getting their military pay, and they didn't know whether the government would give them military pay after their death.

Listening to the soldiers' complaints, Lao Guo was speechless.

Because he knew the nature of the Kuomintang government very well. Even if they returned alive, let alone sacrificed their lives on the battlefield, the Kuomintang government might not give them the military pay. They would only think that you should kneel down and kowtow to express your gratitude since we still let you serve in the army. How could you still want to take money out of our pockets?
Aren't you afraid that we will charge you with treason and bring you to military court?

And in this silent atmosphere, the night gradually fades away and dawn comes quietly.

The footsteps of the Japanese army and the mixed Japanese voices could be heard from the battlefield. Lao Guo gathered himself together, forced himself to stand up despite his injury, and looked at the Japanese army that had surrounded his position in the light of the fire before he spoke.

"Brothers, we are about to set off. Get ready and be in good spirits so that you can see our ancestors and parents when you go down."

"Fuck the Japanese!"

"Beat that old Japanese bitch!"

Among the remaining 800 people, there were those from the Central Plains as well as those from other provinces and cities. Those who were full of energy were cursing the Japanese in their native dialect to cheer themselves up and get angry.

They helped each other to get up, and came to their positions on the battlefield, ready to die together with the Japanese.

Their actions were naturally noticed by the surrounding Japanese troops. Seeing that these Chinese soldiers, who had repeatedly delayed their offensive, were still trying to put up a final resistance, the invaders were not surprised but angry.

Cursing loudly, they advanced one by one under the command of their superiors. These old Japanese soldiers who had surrendered to the battlefield of invading China in the early days of the War of Resistance would not lose their minds even if they were angry.

Especially when facing an enemy who is ready to exchange their lives for theirs at any time, they will only cherish their lives more, and use their individual technical and tactical qualities, which are among the best in the world, like a blunt knife cutting flesh, exhausting the last bullet and the last artillery shell of these Chinese soldiers in front of them, and then torture them.

Good idea, but not this time.

'call out! ’

The sound of breaking air continued to ring out in the air. This sound was familiar to both the Chinese and Japanese sides on the battlefield. It was the sound of artillery shells breaking through the air.

Without thinking, the Japanese soldiers who surrounded them lay down on the spot, but most of them did not have time to find shelter. The shells fell, creating craters one after another on the battlefield, causing little effective casualties, but interrupting the rhythm of the Japanese attack.

Although the rhythm was interrupted, these well-trained old Japanese soldiers immediately began to use bunkers to gather and prepare to organize people to counterattack. They didn't know where the artillery shells came from for the Chinese soldiers who were almost out of ammunition and food on the position, and they didn't know where the enemy's reinforcements would come from.

But they knew that as long as they could rush to the enemy's position and engage in a fight with them, the reinforcements would not dare to bombard them at will. These old Japanese soldiers could judge the approximate distance between the enemy and them by listening to the sound.

Just as these old Japanese devils organized their men and were preparing to use the bunkers on the positions to move forward, dawn broke, and in the dim light, they saw this scene.

The man stood in the void, and a black arc slowly rose behind him.

The faint light of dawn that sprinkled on the earth seemed to be attracted by the arc, falling towards the black arc rising behind the man, coating the outer edge of the arc with a layer of red light.

From a distance, against the backdrop of the red light outside the black arc, the black arc looks like a black sun.

The black sun slowly rose and hung above the man's head.

In front of the man, all the Japanese troops who were advancing using the position bunkers were in full view.

He put his fingers together like a sword, pointed at the area where the Japanese troops were assembled, and said softly.

"Using Black Sun to deal with you invaders is really a perfect match. Go!"

As the man spoke, the black sun separated from the man and slowly rotated as it moved forward.

It devoured the air at an astonishing speed, devouring everything in its path. As the black sun devoured the battlefield, a cloud of dust suddenly blew up, making it impossible to see anyone.

Mud, guns, and human bodies were all carried by the sand and dust and poured into the bottomless darkness of the black sun, with no way out.

This kind of unknown fear with no known outcome made the Japanese troops, who had no idea what they were facing, want to stick together and rely on numbers to resist the huge suction force of the black sun.

But it's all in vain.

The suction force of the black sun suddenly increased and then suddenly contracted. Japanese soldiers were unable to resist the suction and fell off the ground. Before they could even shout for help, their limbs were torn apart by the powerful suction and turned into a mass of rotten flesh and blood, being swallowed by the black sun.

The black sun moved forward relentlessly in the direction the man's finger was pointing, continuously devouring everything and flesh along the way, until it plowed a nearly 100-meter-long and one-meter-deep ditch on the ground before slowly stopping.

The swallowing capacity seemed to have reached a critical point, and it suddenly exploded within a few breaths of pause.

Another round of sand and dust blew up on the battlefield, but compared to the sand and dust caused by the swallowing, the sand and dust caused by the collapse contained a lot more human body parts and a rain of blood all over the sky.

The blood rain dyed the black sun, which still barely retained a little outline, red. Under the enemy's blood rain, the black sun that had just risen from behind the man turned into a red sun when dawn came.

Looking at the red sun that was slowly fading away in front of him, a smile appeared on the man's face.

"Now, I look a bit like him."

(End of this chapter)