Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 679: Patriotic Film Enters Reality
Holding the Rising Sun flag high, three thousand zombie lords armed with guns and cannons continuously came to the street. Their cold expressions and silent movements attracted countless eyes as soon as they appeared.

Although the fighting was intense, with machine guns and explosions, it was confined to the open space in front of the building, whereas the city is three-dimensional. After discovering that they had not suffered any damage, many people poked their heads out and uploaded everything they saw to the Internet in various ways.

In the information age, explosion can truly be converted into traffic, and traffic represents money.

The bigger the explosion, the more traffic and the greater the profit.

Given the pressure of life in Japan, not many people can resist the temptation of taking a risk to earn several months' salary, so the news has already spread on the Internet.

The authorities wanted to control it at first, but because the situation developed too quickly and it was nighttime, they lost the opportunity. Later, because the impact was too great and netizens from home and abroad joined in the fun, they had no choice but to give up.

The four teams that had just been shooting, stepped on the bullet shells all over the ground, and immediately packed up their equipment and returned to the team, allowing the corner of the city that had previously been like a battlefield to return to peace. It also attracted more and more people to take risks and shoot, because this incident has caused a huge craze on the Internet. Any video posted will have a minimum of 10,000 views. Who can resist?

Katsumura and Fujii, who luckily survived, hesitated for a while, but still carefully climbed out of the tattered armored vehicle.

There was no time to rescue the wounded on the ground, and they couldn't even respond to the frantic calls from their superiors. The two just wondered if they were crazy. How did a patriotic film become reality?

At this moment, Liansheng in Yueying Temple also realized that the situation was getting out of control, but since Master Guimen gave him enough benefits, he didn't care.

For Liansheng, as long as the island country is not blown up, making it difficult for him to collect the fragments of the Four Souls Jade, he doesn't care even if the Ghost Gate Master turns this place into the kingdom of the dead.

Liansheng didn't care, but there were many people who cared. Especially when more than 3,000 zombie kings held the Rising Sun flag and marched towards a military base with guns and cannons, the Japanese high-ranking officials went crazy and quickly notified their godfather and sent people to go to the shrine to take a look.

You can pay your respects but please don’t come out. If your godfather sends another fat boy out, the island country will be finished.

Some panicked senior officials suggested that they should let the shrine's natural gas explode first, and at worst they could repair it later.

Let’s not talk about whether the shrine has natural gas or not. Even if it does, how thick a pipe would be needed to overturn the shrine?

Besides, the people are just stupid, not foolish. This excuse can’t fool even a ghost.

The most terrible thing is that now they have confirmed that the other party is not a living person, but a zombie-like existence, and their weapons and equipment, even shoes and socks, are all military products of that time.

It's not that these things cannot be faked, but let's not talk about the cost. Just the fact that there are 3,000 people in an entire regiment is hard to explain. Now they are planning to do it for real, so how can they fake it?

In other words, it is very likely that the army at that time turned into undead and came back for revenge.

Now the question is, is this army of the dead only one regiment, or all of them?
The top leaders of the island nation know how crazy they were back then. With a population of tens of millions, they managed to send out millions of troops. If they all became an army of the dead,
Let me put it this way, even if the current island country is flattened in minutes, even if the other side uses weapons and equipment from the World War II era.

More than 200,000 Self-Defense Forces facing off against millions of veterans who experienced the brutal World War II. You can imagine what the outcome will be.

At that time, we can only go to our godfather's house and ask the fat boy to come and suppress the millions of ancestors who have revived in the restricted area.

Filial piety is filial piety, but things still need to be resolved.

As for how to solve it, peace is of course the most important thing.

Although many people died, the first to die were a bunch of cockroaches in the gutter, and the special attack troops also attacked first and suffered later, so it is not necessarily impossible to negotiate. The official negotiators who were ready to die went there wrapped in diapers and received one good news and one bad news.

The good news is that although the other party didn't say a word, he didn't hurt anyone, at least he didn't take the initiative.

The bad news is that the other party is really after you as my godfather.

Now the island country officials suddenly feel like they are in a difficult situation. On one side is the revived ancestor, and on the other side is the newly recognized godfather. The two sides are fighting. It doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

Once the line of thought was opened, the official attitude of the island country suddenly became ambiguous, as if it acquiesced that the patriotic film mentioned by netizens of the island country had become a reality.

The reason he recognized me as his godfather was because he couldn't beat me. If he could beat me, who would be willing to be a dog? If he really liked being a dog, there wouldn't have been Pearl Harbor.
But if millions of ancestors were to revive, the island nation would really have the confidence to say no to its godfather.

Although the fat boy is powerful, now is not the time when the godfather's family has exclusive power. If the island country is really pushed into a corner, they will dare to restore the suzerainty for the boss and go to the Central Plains to pay homage and offer tributes.

As long as you are bad enough, there will be no worries in life, and then it was Moldy's turn to be dumbfounded.

Don't be fooled by the fact that mold is rampant in the island country. In fact, they are here for vacation and few of them are really ready for war.

But now they had no choice but to start mobilizing troops.

The mold has more than a hundred military bases on the island, which is simply insane, but the total force is only tens of thousands, and this base has only three thousand army troops excluding the air force.

Of course, modern warfare is not about who has more people, but when the mold drone arrived, they were stunned.

They all said it was a zombie, so where did his body temperature come from? In addition, due to the fog gradually produced by the yin energy, even helicopters dared not approach, because the fog seemed to be unaffected by the wind.

It can be said that this army is almost invisible in the dark, which largely negates the role of the air force.

However, the mold did not lose confidence because they now knew the same news as the island country.

This isn't a zombie movie with the director's help. Unless they are airborne, any zombie is just a paper tiger in front of the modern army, even if the other side can use guns.

But how can the weapons of World War II be compared with modern sophisticated weapons? There is simply no comparison. So, with full confidence, he drove a Hummer and sat in an armored vehicle to help the island country quell the rebellion.

What no one expected was that the Zombie Lord seemed to have known the news in advance and began to build defensive fortifications on the spot.

Through the telescope, the newly arrived Fungus saw the ridiculous Type 92 light machine guns, the clip-type heavy machine guns, and the dwarf-like Type infantry guns. He immediately smiled contemptuously and prepared to cover them with firepower, then an armored charge, and finally an infantry mop-up, to give these ghosts from World War II a little shock of modern weapons.

At this moment, the mold, whose attention was attracted, did not notice that hundreds of zombie kings holding strange spears had quietly circled to both sides of them.

The Zombie Taijun did not really come from World War II. Although their tactics are rigid, they are not completely ignorant of modern warfare. Therefore, after using the main force as bait to withstand the enemy's artillery fire, they secretly use the advantages of the dead to quietly approach, preparing to give the modern mold a little bit of the shock of the past and let them see the Taijun's happy charge.

(End of this chapter)