Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 253: I beseech the Lord of the Pure Source Dao, Erlang, to show His Holiness (Return to the Main Story)
Shanghai Municipal Government.

"Damn it!" Fu Xiao'an, the mayor of Shanghai under the Wang Puppet Government, cursed.

He slammed the phone down, but the noise startled the Japanese guard at the door and attracted his attention.

"Japanese--"

When Fu Xiaoan saw the gleaming bayonet, the curse on his lips softened a lot: "What on earth are you thinking, Madam Imperial Majesty?"

As Japan's number one loyal dog, he always followed the Japanese's lead and carried out treason and selling out the country to the extreme.

But even such a traitor and traitor could not tolerate the Japanese's completely unruly behavior in Shanghai.

The Japanese troops around Shanghai were frantically searching the city, and it was a large-scale, indiscriminate search inside and outside homes.

This group of beastly soldiers who were locked up in the military camp entered the colorful world of Shanghai and were dazzled.

No matter whether you are a high-ranking official of the Shanghai government or a tycoon who supports the imperial army.

All the same treatment.

Open the door or shoot.

It's still okay if they just grab some wealth, gold and antiques. Most rich people just think of it as spending money to ward off disaster.

But more Japanese devils couldn't stand it and stabbed it with their bayonets, causing a bloody hole and constant bleeding.

Then, they killed the owner's entire family on the pretext of having secret dealings with the bandit leader, and loaded all the valuables into the car.

The wives of high-ranking officials and ladies from prominent families who usually frequented celebrity gatherings were dragged out and humiliated in front of the male host.

Many Japanese soldiers were so bloodthirsty that they didn't care about looking for any cultural relics and just started killing and looting.

In just one day, countless bloody incidents were committed and countless self-righteous upper-class people were completely trampled under the feet of the Japanese army.

How many calls came to Fu Xiaoan, crying about the destruction of their families and scolding him for being incompetent and useless.

He also negotiated with the Japanese headquarters to see if a white list could be issued to avoid being searched.

But the Japanese headquarters responded very rudely, no matter who comes to show respect, it will be useless now!

They completely treated the agreement with Japan as a piece of waste paper.

Even the entire Shanghai Municipal Government was completely bypassed by the Japanese military headquarters, and all senior officials were trapped in the Citibank on the Bund.

A group of well-dressed senior officials sat together with pale faces. Some of them couldn't help crying when they thought about what had happened at home.

"Why are you crying!" the Japanese officer at the door shouted and pulled out the sword in his hand.

"Are you dissatisfied with the decision of the Empire of Japan?"

The officer's eyes were bloodshot, staring at the group of lackeys like a hungry wolf.

Suddenly, the government secretary who usually attended international balls and important events and thought he was an upper-class person could only cover his mouth to prevent himself from making any sound.

The Japanese officer was now extremely impatient and had a fire that he wanted to vent.

He was temporarily assigned by the headquarters to guard these useless people, and missed a great opportunity to enter the city and make a fortune.

The more he thought about other people enjoying the glamorous world of Shanghai, the more irritated he became, and he wished he could chop all these rubbish to pieces.

Blame these rubbish!

"Hmph!" Seeing that the secretary was so scared that he wet his pants, the Japanese officer snorted disdainfully and slowly retracted his sword.

"The Chinese are all trash!"

Ming Lou, chief financial adviser of the Economic Department of the Ministry of Finance of the Wang Puppet Government and deputy director of the Special Affairs Committee, watched this scene and sighed silently.

Instead of pulling up the secretary who had collapsed on the ground, he walked to the window and looked outside.

Two Japanese cruisers were parked on the Huangpu River, their ferocious gun barrels had been stripped of their gun covers and were facing the city of Shanghai.

Be ready to fire at any time.

The whole of Shanghai was filled with a bloody and murderous atmosphere.

Everything changed so quickly, and the severity was far beyond his expectations.

When he thought of Mingtai who was still active outside, his heart couldn't help but tighten.

The Japanese went completely crazy, tore off all disguises, and mobilized tens of thousands of people to carry out a sweep in Shanghai, regardless of international opinion.

Dozens of streets and alleys were stained red with blood, and cries and screams were heard one after another.

The Shanghai government had no ability to resist, and even the entire No. 76 was taken over by the Special High Technology Bureau.

He was very worried that Shanghai would suffer the same horrific disaster as Nanjing.

Although he was a lurker with multiple identities, he had a certain influence on the Shanghai government and Japan.

But at this moment he also deeply understood that his current strength might not be enough to protect himself from the ruthless Japanese.

For the sake of Shanghai, he had previously broken his long-standing principle of lying low and risked contacting his comrades in the Shanghai Military Control Commission's underground intelligence station and the Special Operations Group.

Cuckoo! Postman! Sparrow!

And more lurking comrades.

We must strive to use all our strength to resist the Japanese atrocities!

Also looking at the warships on the Huangpu River was Gu Shenyan, director of the archives of the Military Control Commission's Shanghai Station.

At the same time, he was an underground party member in Yan'an, codenamed Postman.

He watched calmly as Japanese soldiers dragged a banker into the street and shot him to death without saying a word.

The body was left there, no different from the beggars who had died before.

He knew the banker, who was a person who cared about Nanjing and had helped their Shanghai station a lot.

"Too many people died," he sighed.

boom!
The first floor of a tall building over there exploded directly. The Japanese obviously did not expect to be attacked by a bomb and were dizzy for a moment.

He raised his Type 38 rifle and pulled the trigger.

The bullet accurately pierced a Japanese man's neck.

Then, bullets rang out from every corner.

More than a dozen Japanese were killed in an instant.

Although the Japanese army responded quickly and launched a counterattack with good tactics.

But the second explosion from behind completely left them here.

Mingtai came out, his chest bandaged and blood seeping out, but he had no expression on his face: "This is already the third wave."

Chen Shen and Fang Jiashu quickly collected some weapons and ammunition from the dead Japanese.

This group of Avengers still underestimated the intensity of the war. Their own ammunition was quickly used up and they could only obtain it from the enemy.

Everyone was seriously injured, and Tang Shanhai was killed by a Japanese who pretended to be dead and stabbed through the heart.

"What exactly are the Japanese looking for?" Lin Nansheng's face was gloomy.

In a short period of time, he saw many people die, and the sorrow and hatred in his heart were like flames.

"I think this is an excuse made by the Japanese devils. These beasts just want to burn, kill and loot." Chen Shen said coldly.

"Let's move quickly." Gu Shenyan observed his surroundings.

Mingtai looked at the statue of Ksitigarbha that was kicked over by the Japanese at the intersection.

Pick it up and put it back in its place.

In this situation, the power of an individual is ultimately limited.

After all, humans are not gods.

But if there were gods, how could the situation have degenerated to this point?

When Mingtai looked up, he saw a familiar figure passing through the street ahead.

"and many more."

He exchanged glances with Lin Nansheng and Gu Shenyan: "Is that the guy?"

"That's right, and the box in his hand contains the same thing that was taken out of the Hongkou Military Police Headquarters that day!" Lin Nansheng said excitedly.

Following closely, a group of Japs followed him and were in pursuit.

“Hurry up!” Gu Shenyan pulled the bolt of his gun: “We can’t let the Japs get that thing!”

Everyone rushed forward at the same time. For some reason, they felt in their hearts that this thing must not fall into the hands of the Japanese.
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Qi Tiezui could only walk forward in a daze. He didn't know where to go, he just kept moving forward.

At first glance, all you see is a blood-red curtain.

Qi Tiezui has never been a brave man, and when he goes to fight, he usually stands at the back with the people from the Nine Gates.

He had heard people from the Nine Gates talk about the bloody horrors of the Qin and Han Dynasty tombs.

Human sacrifice.

blood sacrifice.

Living burial.

Insect bite.

But at this moment, what the Japanese did made him understand everything.

What is the real hell.

--what happened.

——Why is this happening?

Along the way, he saw many men in black with their heads chopped off, either hanged on the side of the road or having their stomachs ripped open and their internal organs taken out.

The death was extremely tragic.

Some innocent passers-by were killed by the Japanese who were blinded by rage.

There are children, including babies in swaddling clothes.

There were more teenage girls lying naked on the roadside.

He also saw the body of Boss Zhao. He was beaten to death and his face was smashed.

From the horizontal wounds on his face, one could tell that he had been cut open with a bayonet.

All the teeth in his mouth were broken, half of his jaw was knocked off, and blood dripped from his mouth into the soil at his feet.

Boss Zhao did not close his eyes. His eyes were still open, his eyes were gray and his expression was painful, but there was no fear, only hatred engraved in his bones.

Qi Tiezui seemed to see a group of Japanese soldiers surrounding Boss Zhao in the room, repeatedly drawing on his face with their bayonets.

Boss Zhao did not close his eyes, and he saw every splash of blood clearly.

He saw the bodies of Zhang Chun and his wife. His wife was stripped naked and hanging on the roadside, her body covered with purple and twisted scars.

As for Zhang Chun, his head was placed on the ground, his limbs were chopped off and his body was hung upside down above his head.

Drops of blood fell onto his own head.

And his two lovely children, what will be their ending?

Qi Tiezui didn't dare to think or look anymore. He scratched his face in horror and forced himself to lower his head and look at the ground beneath his feet.

Go faster, go faster.

But another voice kept ringing in my head.

——Remember them, Qi Jiu!

——Remember how they died!

——Remember their hatred and pain!
Qi Tiezui's thinking became slower and slower, and his vision became more and more blurred, with blood mixed with sweat and tears.

He felt as if his soul was leaving his body.

The broken corpses made a crackling sound, and Qi Tiezui raised his head again in horror.

He wiped the blood from his eyes, but saw Er Yuehong and Chen Pi holding up his broken head and standing up again.

Zhang Chun's limbs and head seemed to be sewn together, and he also crawled up.

Boss Zhao gave him a bloody smile.

There are also Master Jie Jiu and Blackback Laoliu.

All those who died, the old people, the children, the men, the women.

They all looked at him.

Eyes without any light followed him forward, and black mouths opened, emitting sobbing sounds that were indistinguishable between male and female.

"Let's go, Qi Jiu."

"Let's go, Qi Jiu."

"Let's go, Qi Jiu."

——Where should I go?

A group of Japanese soldiers appeared in front of him at some point, and they seemed very excited.

The team leader shouted loudly, throwing away the tattered body of a man in black.

"Found him."

"We can't let him go!"

"Let's go, Qi Jiu." The hundreds of people whispering in his ears became louder and louder.

Qi Tiezui followed the sound and mechanically turned left.

After walking a few steps, I arrived at the entrance of a small alley.

Warnings and gunfire were heard from behind.

The bullet penetrated his waist, chest, abdomen and thigh, and blood flowed out.

Qi Tiezui stumbled a few steps, just avoiding the remaining rain of bullets. He staggered to the left.

He clutched the package on his chest tightly, feeling no pain at all.

Walking forward, leaving bloody footprints with every step.

Those Japanese soldiers seemed to be entangled by some enemies and were unable to catch up with him.

He didn't look back, he didn't dare to look back.

He walked and walked, walked out of the alley, and came to the bank of the Huangpu River.

At this time, the sky was dark and there was a slight trace of night dew.

Qi Tiezui stumbled forward holding the package in his hand, but was tripped by a broom that had been placed across the street and fell to the ground, dizzy.

The fall woke Qi Tiezui up from his trance.

He shook his head and looked around, and found that he had arrived at the Bund without knowing when.

Although the Huangpu River is right next to it, Japanese warships are parked there.

Qi Tiezui looked at the towering warship and smiled bitterly.

——There is no way out, it is a dead end now.

He could already hear the sound of Japanese soldiers chasing after him.

——The Second Master, Chenpi, the Ninth Master, the Fifth Master, the Buddha Master, and Qi Jiu are incompetent.

——Father, I’m afraid I won’t be able to survive this great disaster.

At the last moment of his life, Qi Tiezui's eyes flashed with a kaleidoscope. He remembered his father's last words and the calculations he made the day before the action.

Ten deaths and no life.

He took out the茭cup from his arms, touched it, and threw it aside without even looking at it.

It’s better not to have this thing. After all, no one can defeat fate.

As if waiting for the verdict of fate, Qi Tiezui closed his eyes, but did not hear the sound of the茭cup falling to the ground.

"My friend, are you okay?" The clear voice was like a morning bell, completely clearing away the confusion in his heart.

Qi Tiezui opened his eyes again and looked up.

He found that there were three men and three women standing in front of him.

He had never noticed before that the six people seemed to appear out of thin air.

Relying on his instinct as a physiognomist, Qi Tiezui took a first look and felt that all six of them were outstanding and extraordinary. Their clothes seemed simple but very exquisite.

Especially the facial features of the six people. Qi Tiezui had been observing people for decades and had never seen such facial features.

He is untouched by any calamity and untainted by any fruit, unlike someone from this mundane world.

The man in the lead caught the茭cup that he had thrown casually.

Qi Tiezui raised his head with difficulty and carefully observed the appearance of the leading man for the first time.

He has a handsome face, but there is a complex vertical line on his forehead, which makes his face look like a god.

Sitting at his feet was a very handsome black dog, which even had a human smile on its face.

Qi Tiezui suddenly remembered his father's last words to him before he died.

[Thirty-three great calamities, you need to seek help from a great immortal named Yang by the river or the sea, so that you can escape and avoid death.]

——Mouth of the Huangpu River, East China Sea.

——The sun rises in the east and the river flows into the East China Sea.

——This is Guanjiangkou.

——The immortal surnamed Yang. Could it be the immortal I was thinking of?
Qi Tiezui took another look at the茭杯, and felt as if he had been struck by more than a dozen lightning bolts at the same time, shaking like a sieve.

Yin and Yang become one.

The gods have come down to earth.

Just as Qi Tiezui was daydreaming, the sound of orderly running became louder and louder, and more than a dozen large trucks and military vehicles drove over.

Thousands of Japanese soldiers surrounded them.

The Japanese soldier who was leading the group and looked like an officer came out and spoke loudly to Qi Tiezui.

"Sir, there's an old Chinese saying, 'He who knows the current affairs of the time is a hero.'"

"Please return the things to us and don't make things difficult for us."

Qi Tiezui didn't hear what the Japanese were saying behind him at all.

In his mind, it seemed as if everything in the past came to mind: his father's last words, the fortune told for him before the action, and the sudden collective blessing from the Zhang family.

Now we have the answers.

Everything is for this moment.

This is not fate, this is heaven!

An inspiration suddenly struck him, and he fell to his knees and prostrated himself on the ground, respectfully handing the package over his head, as if he wanted to roar out all his strength.

"I humbly ask the Holy Lord Erlang to show his sanctity, the Mystic Master Qingyuan Dao Miao Zhenjun, and I, the unworthy descendants of the Qi family, the 78th generation, to contribute this divine artifact to the Divine Land."

"I hope the True Lord will accept this, show mercy and protect the four directions."

"So that my brothers and sisters will no longer suffer from foreign swords!"

“The elderly have a place to live, and the young have a place to grow!”

"Disciple, I bow down to you!!!"

The loud and hoarse voice echoed over the Bund and continued to spread outward.

　Second update at 10 o'clock
　　
　
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