The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

The ruins of Luodian were not a problem for the Blood Demon Soldiers and Blood Ghost Soldiers, who were enhanced by the power of Blood Fiend.

Furthermore, Zhou Ming didn't consider the Blood Demon Soldiers to be human at all, so he naturally felt that this position didn't matter and that he could just take it back at night.

But for the army of ordinary people, even the slight advantage of this ruined position is still an advantage, and they cannot give it up.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Ming said, "I can only support you with a little over 100 men. These are cannon fodder that can be discarded at any time. You can have them hold off the fiercest firepower."

The 114 Blood Demon soldiers gathered together, and Zhou Ming said to the battalion commander, "They will obey your orders now. You can take them back to provide support."

"Thank you!" The battalion commander was overjoyed and led the Blood Demon soldiers back.

Looking at the other person's back, Zhou Ming shook his head slightly; the other person simply couldn't hold on.

With his eagle-like vision, Zhou Ming could see clearly that the Nationalist army in Luodian had two divisions with about 25000 men, while the Japanese army, although only one division, had 28000 men.

With their numerical advantage, the disparity in soldiers, and the addition of aircraft and artillery, the Nationalist army would have been driven out of their positions long ago if it weren't for their fierce nighttime fighting.

"Preserve our strength and maintain the front line during the day, launch surprise attacks at night to wipe out the soldiers, and wage a war of attrition. This is the only way to win." Zhou Ming said these extremely cruel words in a soft voice.

The so-called war of attrition is a war of life, but it is the only way to survive. Zhou Ming and other Chinese on the Shanghai battlefield had no choice.

As Zhou Ming watched the disappearing figure, a subtle change occurred within him. His Qi, like a scalding current, extended inward as it shifted.

"Hmm?" Zhou Ming came back to his senses, raised his hand, and his Qi emanated more clearly.

"The first level of the Reverse Life Triple Realm has been mastered." Zhou Ming felt the changes within himself and was slightly dazed.

This kind of breakthrough, which came naturally from a change in mindset and seemed like an awakening, was something Zhou Ming was experiencing for the first time.

Although it was only a small breakthrough from the skin to the flesh, the increase in strength was obvious. Zhou Ming felt as if his own power had been liberated.

"The power of dragon and tiger." Zhou Ming clenched his fist and looked around.

"You've made another breakthrough?" Wang Wen said, standing beside him.

"Yes."

Wang Wen looked at Zhou Ming's hand and felt it looked familiar. A thought flashed through his mind, and he patted his chest and said, "Come on, let me test your strength."

After speaking, Wang Wen's body was covered in semi-transparent, dark armor, with his arms protecting his chest.

"Brother Wen, be careful." Zhou Ming didn't hesitate at all, and threw a punch after getting into a horse stance.

A muffled buzzing sound rang out.

Wang Wen stood rooted to the spot, motionless, causing the surrounding soil to tremble slightly.

"That was a heavy punch!" The semi-transparent, dark armor dissipated, and Wang Wen shook his arm, saying, "This time the improvement is significant!"

Zhou Ming looked at Wang Wen, who hadn't moved an inch, shook his head slightly, and said, "Just a small breakthrough."

"You're really arrogant, kid. It makes me want to punch you." Wang Wen understood what Zhou Ming was thinking as soon as he saw his gaze. He put his arm around Zhou Ming's shoulder and said through gritted teeth.

"Then, Brother Wen, you'd better step up your game and try to beat me up in the next two years, otherwise you might not have another chance!" Zhou Ming said, revealing a smile that wasn't so fierce or perverted after a long time.

"Damn, let alone two years, I reckon I won't have a chance after this year." Wang Wen thought about Zhou Ming's changes over the past few months, shrugged, and said.

After chatting for a while, both of them were a little tired. After making arrangements for the eight members and the Blood Demon soldiers, they began to rest for a while.

By afternoon, the two divisions had finally been driven out of Luodian.

They were resting not far from Zhou Ming's camp.

The old monk who was protecting the brigade commander was sitting on a hillside, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards Zhou Ming's direction.

"Monk Yuanxu, who exactly is that over there?" A strong old man with a broad face and black beard, dressed in short clothes, asked after glancing warily in Zhou Ming's direction.

"A naturally gifted individual, a graduate of Mr. Liu's academy. I don't know where he learned the Blood Demon Spell, what a pity!" Monk Yuanxu shook his head and said.

"Ah, the Blood Demon Curse!" The broad-faced, black-bearded old man was greatly surprised.

"Old Sheng, you seem so surprised. This technique must be very powerful," a thin old man sitting opposite him asked.

The old man sat there, looking very thin and frail, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"Amazing? More than amazing, that's a legacy that was wiped out by the army!" Old Man Sheng said, scratching his beard.

"Oh, tell me about it, so I can broaden my horizons," the old man said with some curiosity.

Old Man Sheng glanced at the other person and said, "Huanzhenzi, you wouldn't have your eye on him, would you?"

"What are you talking about? I'm not blind, why would I want to provoke such a killing god! Wouldn't it be better to live a few more years?" Huanzhenzi waved his hand and said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the prayer beads in Monk Yuanxu's hand, which had stopped moving, began to move again, his brows lowered. Old Man Sheng also breathed a sigh of relief; he had genuinely feared the other party might attempt suicide, after all, they had known each other for over a decade.

"Most people don't really know about this Blood Demon Curse, but my ancestors once went to Yunnan with the Marquis of Pingxi and learned about this technique..." Old Man Sheng slowly recounted what he knew.

"Hiss! Is this kid not planning to live?" Huanzhenzi gasped.

Chapter 74 Support Arrives

Zhou Ming couldn't help but frown and look in the direction of the three old men, whose scrutinizing gazes were made without any attempt to conceal it.

Are these three old men crazy?

After their eyes met, the three old men seemed a little surprised, nodded, and then looked away.

Now that he was no longer being scrutinized, Zhou Ming looked around through the Blood Eagle.

The Japanese troops in Luodian are working hard to build defensive fortifications, and a large number of Nationalist troops are rushing over from afar. The vanguard should arrive in about 20 minutes.

"The war here will become increasingly fierce, and I need to make more preparations." Zhou Ming focused his senses on his body, and crimson light flickered above the blood river.

49 soul bloods floated within the Blood River, while 146 Blood Fiend Talismans gathered above it.

All 100-plus Blood Demon Soldiers that were lent out have died, which is how 146 Blood Fiend Talismans were finally collected.

“Blood Soul requires 273 Blood Fiend Talismans, which is far from enough. Let’s synthesize them into Soul Blood.” Zhou Ming made a decision instantly.

Although the amount of blood refined into soul blood is much smaller, the growth potential of Blood Ghost Soldiers is far greater than that of Blood Demon Soldiers.

Moreover, Zhou Ming can now refine the Blood Fiend Talisman in just over three minutes, which is much faster than before.

"I'll shorten it to one minute tonight, then I won't run out of Bloodthirsty Talismans," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

As the sun sets and dusk approaches, the sky gradually darkens.

The 19th Army, consisting of three divisions totaling 38000 men, joined forces with two other divisions.

The two divisions suffered heavy casualties; originally numbering over 24000, they now have only over 15000 left.

Through Blood Eagle's vision, Zhou Ming could see that the original 15000-plus people had come to the rear of the main force to rest.

The newly arrived nearly 40,000 troops began to take over the positions, repairing trenches and making logistical arrangements.

It's going very fast; it should be finished by nightfall, at which point we'll probably have to counterattack.

Just then, some people walked towards the small position where Zhou Ming was.

"Zhang San, Liu Yan? Are they the only two left?" Zhou Ming said, looking at the crowd approaching from a distance.

"The battlefield is fraught with danger. Even someone as strong as the team leader died, let alone the others," Wang Wen said with a sigh.

"Brother Wen, Zhou Ming, you're still alive! That's wonderful!" Zhang San ran over and said excitedly.

"Zhang San, don't get so excited. What are you doing here?" Wang Wen patted Zhang San on the shoulder and said.

Wang Wen has a warm personality and sometimes likes to tease people, so he gets along well with everyone in the special forces team, unlike Zhou Ming who doesn't take the initiative to communicate.

"Zhou Ming? Why do you look so different?" Liu Yan walked over and said with a look of surprise.

"Has it changed? No, it hasn't?" Zhou Ming touched his face, a slight change in his cold expression, and said.

Her appearance hasn't changed much, but her demeanor has completely changed.

"Zhou Ming!" A voice, tinged with emotion, called out.

Zhou Ming looked over and saw a middle-aged man with short hair walking towards them, looking down on them with an air of superiority.

At that moment, everyone around felt a jolt of electricity run through their scalp, causing their scalps to tighten.

A faint killing intent and a dense baleful aura emanated naturally from Zhou Ming, making him seem like a demon from a cesspool of corpses.

The short-haired middle-aged man stopped in his tracks, feeling a tremor run through him. When did this kid become so strong? He's just a greenhorn who's only been out of school for a little over half a year.

"Why...why did you leave the team without permission? Do you know that this is..." The short-haired middle-aged man's voice grew weaker and weaker.

Even so, Zhou Ming didn't give the other person a chance to finish speaking. Just like in the past when faced with words he didn't want to hear, thought they were nonsense, or felt disgusted by, he interrupted them directly.

“The team leader is dead, and the team has already fallen apart. What does it have to do with you if I want to act on my own?” Zhou Ming said bluntly.

"Snap!" A crisp sound rang out.

One by one, the Blood Demon soldiers picked up machine guns and aimed them directly at the short-haired middle-aged man.

"Zhou Ming, what are you doing?" The short-haired middle-aged man was completely frightened.

"Zhou Ming, everyone is fighting against the enemy, please don't act rashly." Zhang San was startled and quickly said. Although he also disliked the new team leader, he couldn't kill him for that reason.

"Don't worry, I won't kill him. I'll just make him realize one thing: we are superhumans, not those soldiers or officials. We are willing to obey Team Leader Wan, not because of the position of team leader," Zhou Ming said calmly.

Zhou Ming was willing to obey the group leader's orders because of Mr. Liu's recommendation, the fact that he was given the cultivation method and care from the beginning, and because he felt indebted to him.

Now that Zhou Ming has experienced countless battles, he has figured out his best way of doing things and is absolutely not going to listen to orders.

I will absolutely not let anyone interfere with my killing of the Japanese devils.

"I need to catch up with old friends. This officer should leave as soon as possible!" Zhou Ming dismissed the man directly.

The middle-aged man felt aggrieved. Looking at the heavy machine guns and the machine gunners whose aura was like that of demons, he turned and left.

"Zhou Ming, what exactly happened? It's only been a few days, but he seems even stronger than Brother Wen," Zhang San said curiously from the side.

“That’s wrong,” Wang Wen, who was standing next to me, said with a smile. “It’s not just that he seems to be better than me. Xiao Ming is indeed better than me.”

Liu Yan stood quietly to the side, watching the three of them. As they chatted, she gradually learned about their experiences during this time.

"Old Zhang and Woodworm are dead just like that?" Wang Wen was momentarily dazed.

It's not that I can't accept their deaths—after all, the battlefield is ruthless—but their deaths were too mundane.

Old Zhang was killed by a sniper shot from who-knows-where. Mu Chong released his Gu worms to get closer to the enemy's position, but was spotted by the enemy's machine gunners and riddled with bullets.

“A head-on confrontation really won’t work. This would never have happened at night,” Wang Wen said, clenching his fist.

"That new team leader only knows how to obey orders; he never considered these things," Liu Yan couldn't help but say at this moment.