Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 678 This is war
After all, Katsumura had never experienced war, and was stunned by the tragic scene in front of him for a moment, and did not notice the abnormality in the air in time. Instead, Fujii, the fifty-year-old old man, desperately pulled him into the armored vehicle beside him. Before he could close the door, he heard bursts of explosions outside, and the sound of shrapnel hitting the armored vehicle, but there were more screams, because the grenades fired by the grenade launcher had weak lethality, so most of them were injured but not dead. This actually added to the tragic and tense atmosphere at the scene.

The special forces members and police officers are also human beings. They were stunned, panicked and confused when their ancestors hit them on the head with a stick.

The Zombie Lord would not be merciful. His precise rifle bursts and grenade launcher skills that could fire grenades into the flower beds from a distance of two or three hundred meters made the defense line that just seemed to be in good shape become dilapidated. Especially after killing dozens of commandos, the turned machine gun muzzle became the real killing weapon.

One by one, five-round magazines were loaded into the funnel-like magazine hopper by experienced assistant gunners. After being smeared with oil and placed in a neither-hot-nor-dry, neither-wet environment, the magazines fired smoothly, achieving the theoretical maximum rate of fire. If there was an organic soul, it would surely be delighted.

The Type 92 heavy machine gun has a lot of problems, but it has been tested in war. Although the 30-round bulletproof plate is speechless, it is powerful enough to penetrate a mm steel plate within meters, making conventional bulletproof vests as weak as paper. Even the various Japanese vehicles with thin skin and large fillings cannot withstand it. Only the armored personnel carriers of the special attack force can barely withstand it.

"How is this possible?!" Katsumura was like a rookie who had accidentally entered the battlefield. He was so shocked by the tragic scene that his eyes widened and he said in disbelief.

"Damn it! Wake up, call the Self-Defense Forces, this is already a war!" Fujii grabbed Katsumura and shook him, spitting all over his face. He himself was so excited that his face turned red and veins bulged, and he was at risk of sudden death at any time.

After all, they were the elite of the special attack force, at least they were known as such, so Katsumura came to his senses quickly. However, he did not ask about the casualties. Just by listening to the noise outside, he knew that it was all over, and he was finished too.

He could not get rid of the blame for such heavy casualties, but the most important thing now was to survive, otherwise he would not even have the chance to go on stage and bow and apologize. Therefore, he immediately contacted his superiors to request tactical guidance, and specified that he wanted guidance from the Self-Defense Forces.

It was wrong from the beginning. This is not a problem that can be solved by the so-called special attack forces. The Self-Defense Forces must be deployed!

With blood all over his face, Taketa Yoshikawa threw the last Molotov cocktail made of liquor like a madman, and his men beside him also threw all kinds of flammable debris into it. At this time, they didn't care what they threw, as long as they could burn those monsters to death, they didn't care about anything else.

The fire in the stairwell burned more and more fiercely. Although fire-fighting measures were activated, they were not enough to put out the man-made fire in a short period of time. Coupled with the detonation of ammunition, the zombies, whose number had been halved, finally fell down completely. Yoshikawa Taketa also lost the last of his strength, dropped the knife in his hand, and knelt on the ground in embarrassment. He no longer cared about maintaining his so-called personality because it was too miserable.

He had summoned more than two hundred members of the violent group to the headquarters, but less than a hundred were still alive.

Even in the most chaotic times, such heavy casualties between gangs were extremely rare.

And even if we burn these enemies to death, what good will it do? The loss is too great.
"Who the hell are you!" Yoshikawa Taketa got up angrily, chopped off the head of a zombie with a knife, held up the head that was still burning, and roared in grief and anger. He still didn't understand how Yoshikawa got into trouble with these enemies.

Although his head was chopped off, Zombie Taijun was not dead, and the charred flesh did not affect his ability to make a mocking expression. Then, shocked and angry, Yoshikawa Taketa threw the head back into the fire.

Now he finally understood why it only took a dozen people to beat them so badly and they were not afraid of bullets. Only by chopping off their heads with knives and burning their bodies could the massacre be stopped, because the other side was not human at all.

Lin Qianqian felt her cultivation level soaring, and she was so excited that she stamped her legs and feet, but she was also ready to retreat.

No matter how excited she was, she knew what would happen next. Unless she was given the cultivation of the magic ancestor of the Lighthouse Country and a set of magic weapons, she would never dare to fight against a country alone. The problem was that the Hundred Ghosts Banner suddenly became uncontrollable? ! The Hundred Ghosts Banner was affected by an unknown force, and the bone material continued to multiply, just like a Transformer, and finally turned into a huge bone gate.

It seemed as if the power came from hell, slowly pushing the door of bones open, but as if encountering some kind of resistance, it did not open completely, only one-fifth.

Even so, the astonishing negative energy and resentment surged out like a tide and spread wildly, alarming all the extraordinary people within a hundred miles.

The stunned Lin Qianqian didn't know what was going on, but she knew that things were out of control.

"Little girl, go back. Lord Yan Wang will explain this matter to Lord Liansheng."

A man walked out from behind the white bone gate. He had high brow bones, prominent cheekbones, sharp eyes, thick eyebrows and a mustache, giving people a feeling of uprightness and justice. Even though it was their first meeting, Lin Qianqian felt full of trust in him. This had nothing to do with the fact that he was dressed in judge's clothes and holding a judge's pen.

"Okay, senior." Lin Qianqian said obediently.

"Well, it's a good girl, just don't go the wrong way." After leaving his original world, Uncle Jiu was like a dragon entering the sea. Naturally, his cultivation and vision were no longer limited to the past. He could see through Lin Xixi's true and false at a glance. However, he had seen many sinners in hell, so Lin Xixi's matter was not worth mentioning, so he let her go.

Riding on the small scooter and stepping on the accelerator, Lin Qianqian rushed back home, but this did not delay her inner ecstasy.

The judge calls the senior "Sir", and even the King of Hell discusses things with the senior and says that you are not a big shot!
Not to mention Lin Qianqian, who seemed to have found a golden thigh, looking at the brightly lit city outside, Uncle Jiu knew what would happen next, but it was difficult for him to feel sympathy.

Although he left the world of the late Qing Dynasty, he did not let it go completely, especially when he knew what kind of suffering the people in that land would face in the next few decades, his heart hardened.

What's more, the ones who took action were the Zombie Taijun Army, so this was a civil war.

With the sound of heavy footsteps, an entire regiment of zombie generals emerged from the bone gate, as if they had walked from history into reality.

However, this time it is not about building a great glory circle, but about teaching the disappointing future generations what war is.

How can a man of Yamato be called a man if he can surrender to a mere fat little boy? Only when he carries out the 100 million sacrifices to the end can he show his true manliness.

(End of this chapter)