Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Sitting in Lin Tian's command post, Brigade Commander Chen reported on the battle situation: "We won."

"it is good."

Lin Tian nodded. "Tell the troops to rest and recuperate. Our target is the island nation."

Brigade Commander Chen was stunned.

"Sir, are you really going?"

"go."

Lin Tian stood up and walked to the window, looking at Victoria Harbour in the distance, where several warships were anchored on the sea.

"The debt that our little life owes us must be repaid. We can't just let the wolves get away after they've eaten so much of our mutton."

What we need is to storm their stronghold, wipe out these ungrateful wretches who can't be fed, who have betrayed their ancestors and forgotten their roots. Xu Fu was nothing more than a dog back then.

Outside the window, the sun rises from the sea.

Lin Tian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The war is finally coming to an end, and peace is on its way.

Those who died can rest in peace now.

Those who are alive can go home now.

But it is also time for reckoning.

……

One month later.

Sunset Tokyo

The fleet traversed the small Rizi Sea, vast and mighty.

Aircraft carriers, battleships, cruisers, and destroyers—more than a hundred warships lined up in neat rows, cutting through the waves.

On the deck, J-20 fighter jets were laden with bombs, ready to take off at any moment.

These are all items that Lin Tian recently redeemed in the system shop. He needs to borrow some money to spend. How can he do that without some real strength?

This time, he was smarter and didn't use a peace missile right away.

The soldiers stood on the ship's railing, watching the coastline gradually emerge in the distance—the island nation's homeland, the invaders' ancestral home.

Ma Yongzhen stood on the bridge of the flagship, holding a telescope in his hand, the wind blowing the corner of his clothes.

Zhao Dazhuang stood behind him, holding a machine gun, his eyes red with excitement. He never expected that he would be able to attack Xiao Rizi's stronghold again.

Liu Liuliu gripped the rifle tightly, his knuckles turning white; he was feeling seasick.

Da Jun and Stephen Chow stood side by side, feeling their moment of glory, a moment destined to be recorded in history.

Standing on the deck, Lin Tian's voice was deep: "Brothers, Japan is just ahead, charge!!!"

"If the enemy can go, so can we."

Ma Yongzhen gritted his teeth: "Commander, please give the order. The brothers have been waiting for this day for a long time."

Liu Liuliu and Zhao Dazhuang also shouted, "Revenge! Revenge!"

The fleet landed in Tokyo Bay, with tanks leading the way and infantry following. As for the enemy's warships, they had long been destroyed and sunk by J-20 fighter jets.

The defending troops built a defensive line on the beach.

Ma Yongzhen observed the area through his binoculars and then ordered an attack. He was no longer the boy who carried heavy loads; he was now a general capable of holding off an entire region.

The tank cannon fired.

The infantry followed behind in the charge.

Zhao Dazhuang charged ahead with a machine gun, followed by Liu Liuliu, with Dajun and Zhou Xingxing close behind.

The battle cries were deafening, bullets flew everywhere, and the defenders fought desperately, but they could not stop the steel torrent.

They beat the Japanese so badly they couldn't even lift their heads.

A month later.

Outside Tokyo,

Ma Yongzhen stood at the gate of Tokyo City, looking at the low buildings in the distance. The wind blew the hem of his clothes, and his voice was hoarse: "Enter the city."

Tanks entered Tokyo, followed by infantry.

The people hid inside their houses, peering out through the cracks in the windows, their eyes filled with fear.

We arrived at the Imperial Palace, with its tall walls and heavy palace gates.

Several guards stood in front of the palace gate, their legs trembling as they saw the tanks approaching.

Only by witnessing a real torrent of steel can one truly understand its power.

"Open the door!"

Ma Yongzhen held a machine gun and roared.

The guard opened the door, trembling.

The cannonball crashed into the imperial palace.

The Emperor, wearing a top hat, was pale-faced, with several cabinet ministers behind him, and Hideki Tojo at the front.

Lin Tian walked up to Yu Ren and looked down at him.

"Are you the Emperor of Japan?"

Hirohito lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "I am."

"Kneel down!"

Lin Tian roared, and Hirohito trembled, kneeling on the ground with his forehead pressed against the tatami.

He looked at the invaders kneeling on the ground, thought of his compatriots who had died fighting the Japanese pirates, and thought of the villages that had been burned down, and gritted his teeth:

"Kneel down and kowtow to those Chinese people you've killed!"

Hirohito lay on the ground, trembling all over, his forehead hitting the tatami mat once, twice, three times.

The cabinet ministers behind him also knelt on the ground and kowtowed. Hideki Tojo kowtowed the loudest, and his forehead was cut open and covered in blood.

We are at their mercy, like fish on a chopping board; this is only natural.

The news spread throughout the world, shocking everyone.

The Times of London exclaimed in alarm: "Life is doomed."

The New York Times reported: "The island nation has fallen and surrendered!"

Chiang Kai-shek felt a complex mix of emotions: joy, disappointment, and an inexplicable fear.

I thought Lin Tian was only powerful on land, with strong military weapons, but I didn't expect him to be just as powerful at sea.

The only question is where his warships came from; investigations have failed to uncover them, and other countries don't have them either.

The boss laughed heartily: "Great! Excellent! We've finally got something like this!"

As he smiled, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

So many years, so many years, and my Han home has returned...

The looting begins.

The wealth accumulated by the island nation over hundreds of years.

Gold bars, silver coins, jewelry, antiques, works of art, and cultural relics looted from China.

Ma Yongzhen led the Independent Regiment to dig one site after another, whether it was iron veins, coal mines, silver mines, or ancient sites...

I simply wanted to see how Xu Fu taught his descendants.

The unearthed treasures were piled up like mountains.

Zhao Dazhuang stared wide-eyed at the gold and silver treasures. "Commander, how much is this worth?"

Ma Yongzhen said coldly, "They all belong to our China. The Japanese devils stole them from us back then, and now it's time to return them."

The underground vault of the Imperial Palace was opened, its golden light so dazzling that it was blinding.

Liu Liuliu stood there, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg. "This...this is way too much!"

Da Jun patted him on the shoulder: "A lot, right? This is only part of it. Xiao Zi has been robbing people in China for decades; how could he not have a lot of wealth?"

The looting lasted for a month, and gold bars, silver coins, jewelry, antiques, works of art, and cultural relics plundered from China filled a full hundred ships.

He directly topped up his account with gold bars and silver dollars, and took all the antiques back with him to make a deal with Chiang Kai-shek and his group.

Exchange money.

……