The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1555 My greatest strength is my cruelty!
"woo woo woo woo!"

The train came to a stop at the station, and it had started snowing heavily outside.

Standing on the street, Zhang Cheng felt the snowflakes falling on him, and his eyes softened.
Because this place was once his hometown!
"What are you thinking?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Yan Shuangying, still wearing his trench coat, asked with a serious expression,

"What is my greatest strength?"

After speaking to Yan Shuangying, Zhang Cheng walked forward, his steps becoming firmer.
"advantage?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with suspicion, Yan Shuangying followed with a puzzled expression, wondering if Zhang Cheng even had such a thing.
Zhang Cheng took a piece of white paper from a newspaper on the roadside and began to sketch on it.

Seeing Zhang Cheng's actions, Yan Shuangying stepped forward and asked, "What is this?"

"Those little bastards need to be dealt with!"

Zhang Cheng calmly observed Yan Shuangying while continuously drawing on the map.

Seeing Zhang Cheng's professional movements, Yan Shuangying couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "You also have this surveying skill?"

Do I look like an uneducated and incompetent person?

Looking at Yan Shuangying with suspicion, Zhang Cheng was taken aback.

"You seem to be a little bit dim-witted!"

Awkwardly, Yan Shuangying rubbed his head, looking utterly speechless.
Who would have thought that someone known for his "force" would also possess such exceptional drawing skills?

Looking at Yan Shuangying beside him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but say, "Although I am a barbarian, I can still read! Also, don't underestimate the martial arts champion!"

As night fell, military police patrolled the streets.
Between the high-rise buildings, Zhang Cheng placed one foot on the railing, looking down at the entire city.

With his hands placed in front of him, Yan Shuangying's face was icy cold.

From a distance, their stances appear incredibly powerful!
"when!"

As the clock struck midnight in the distance, figures rushed out of the streets.

Watching the Krieg soldiers rushing forward, Yan Shuangying took a deep breath and said, "There are many innocent women too!"

"No one who comes here is innocent. If there really is, then she's just unlucky!"

With a cold smile, Zhang Cheng said, "And my greatest strength is that I'm ruthless enough!"

"boom!"

A violent explosion rang out, and screams and cries of agony echoed through the streets of the Japanese-occupied zone.

Watching the Krieg soldiers rushing into the house and slaughtering everyone, Zhang Cheng spread his arms and said, "The world is fair, just like me. I will bring death to all alien races!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng's crazed state, Yan Shuangying couldn't understand what kind of environment could create such a madman!
Shi Hu: Come hang out with me for two days, and if you don't go crazy, you've succeeded!

Zhang Cheng: Pick up your head! I'll make you pick up your head!
"Da da, da da da!"

Amidst the howling storm of metal, the cries of children echoed continuously, but their wails were utterly futile against Krieg.
After all, soldiers who always uphold the honor of death will never have their beliefs swayed by any external factors.
The direction the Emperor was pointing was the battlefield where the Krieg Death Legion was heading! "Baka! Stop them! The regiment is almost here!"

A hysterical roar erupted from the military police captain responsible for protecting the area.

However, no matter how loud his voice was, it couldn't stop Krieg's charge.

Even if they have to step over the corpses of their comrades, they will crush everything in their path without mercy!

"The Second Military Police Company requests tactical guidance. The Second Military Police Company requests tactical guidance."

The squad leader screamed hysterically into the phone.
Little did he know that the military police headquarters he had appealed to for help was already suffering a devastating blow.
"Boom boom boom!"

The relentless artillery fire swept through the military police headquarters. The moment Krieg set up the mortar, death would spread to everyone!

In the division's encampment outside the city,
When the Osaka Division, which was originally scheduled to be transferred to Southeast Asia, received the request for assistance, its head immediately started buzzing.
What's going on? How could enemies appear inside the city?

However, considering the possibility that it might be a small-scale attack, the division commander still ordered his regiments to move into position.
Countless military vehicles had just left the Osaka Division's base when they were severely damaged less than 20 kilometers away.

"Boom boom boom!"

The roar of field artillery fire filled the air as a two-hundred-man Krieg squad resolutely carried out orders.
As flames exploded in the darkness and swept across the battlefield, the Osaka Division's regiments were completely stunned.
Is this really a "small-scale" attack?
"Division Commander, we have been attacked by artillery fire 20 kilometers outside our garrison. The number of the enemy is uncertain, but their firepower is extremely fierce. I request an immediate retreat!"

Watching the fiery serpents relentlessly firing ahead, the regimental commander grew increasingly terrified with each passing moment.

What kind of heavy firepower could suppress an entire regiment?
Moreover, since the start of the war, they have suffered nearly a thousand casualties, yet they have made no progress whatsoever; it's nothing short of a massacre!

As a top-tier division, you can say the Osaka Division is bad, but you absolutely cannot say they are incompetent!

After all, when faced with an enemy they couldn't defeat, the Osaka Division would definitely run faster than a rabbit.

Just like in the Battle of Khalkhin Gol, the Osaka Division and the Sendai Division received orders at the same time, but the Sendai Division was faster and was quickly routed by the Russians.
And what about the Osaka Division? First, they claimed to be sick and procrastinated, then they lacked sufficient supplies, which caused them to miss their chance to fight. Finally, with no other option, they marched for a full eight days to prepare for the battle, but by the time they arrived, the war was already over!
Without a doubt, the Japanese army was defeated, suffering at least 20,000 casualties. Other divisions withdrew with injuries, while the only one that remained intact was the Osaka Division!

Were they smart? Of course they were smart. After all, participating in the Nomonhan Incident meant facing a heavy blow from the Russians.
The Sendai Division is a prime example; they were decimated as soon as they went up there!

"Baka! Are you even a samurai? You actually want to retreat just because you were trying to hold them off?"

The regimental commander roared in the telegram; even the division commander hadn't expected the enemy to be right under his nose.
However, right after the division commander finished answering, the regimental commander looked at the soldiers who were already preparing to flee and immediately roared, "Soldiers, the time has come to serve the Emperor! We must retreat and preserve our strength!"

With that, the regimental commander led his soldiers back.
As for the division commander's reprimand, he hadn't even considered it, since everyone thought the same thing.
If he hadn't ordered a retreat, stray bullets would likely have appeared behind him.

Shot eight times in the back, killed in an enemy attack!
Staring blankly into the distance, Krieg's commander stared wide-eyed, utterly bewildered, for he simply couldn't believe what he was seeing.
If he were to speak, he would definitely ask the other person one question: "No, are we at war? Where the hell are you going?"

Watching the Osaka Division rapidly retreating in the midst of the battle, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but cover his forehead.

He underestimated the Osaka Division's reverence for life; they were truly on the verge of collapse at the slightest touch.

If they can't win, they'll just retreat. They don't care about military courts at all; surviving and making money is the most important thing!
"What should I say? Should I say, 'Truly worthy of being from Osaka!'"

With a twitching at the corner of his mouth, Zhang Cheng's eyes widened in disbelief.
A regiment with a strength of 3,800 men only suffered 1,000 casualties, and you just ran away? Don't you care about your reputation?

Osaka Division: Can face be more useful than money?

(End of this chapter)