Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon! Chapter 322

Chapter 322: Chapter 227: Massacre (First Update)_2

Miao Lun stepped back, looking toward other parts of the battlefield, as the battle fully entered the rhythm of the Jieke Group.

Super Soldiers rampaged below in the camp, eliminating all Japanese Soldiers in their sight.

These Super Soldiers were precise in shooting, fierce in firepower, and strong in defense–ordinary rifles were mostly harmless, unable to penetrate their armor.

However, those weapons that could cause damage weren't easy to deploy against the agile and keenly sense-driven Super Soldiers.

But war was cruel, and casualties were likewise inevitable among the Jieke Group.

Miao Lun saw a Super Soldier get pinned down by several machine guns. Smoke led him to a misjudgment, and he carelessly was shot through the face mask by a heavy sniper, his body wavering as it fell.

Miao Lun couldn't afford to grieve, as he swung his gun around, firing at the sniper's hiding building, the bullets going through the walls and bursting the concealed sniper.

Afterward, he turned his gun again to suppress those emerging machine gunners.

With the support of armed helicopters circling above, each point of resistance was rapidly eliminated.

“Kill all these Japanese bastards!”

Miao Lun shouted in anger, and when his ammunition ran out, he directly seized an enemy machine gun to use.

Inspired, many Super Soldiers became even more reckless and fearless, turning the military camp into a river of blood.

“Haha, Captain, I'm sending all these damn dogs to Hell.”

A Super Soldier wielding a Gatling gun, with the barrel spinning rapidly, unleashed a dense barrage of bullets that ripped through the bodies of several Japanese Soldiers.

Enemy bullets came shooting in, clanging lively against the Battle Armor, but it did hardly any harm. The Super Soldier, with the Gatling gun, advanced step by step, chilling the hearts and shaking the courage of the Japanese Soldiers.

“The 35th, the 36th, the 37th…”

Another Super Soldier, wielding an Anti-Material Sniper Rifle, lay at the camp's high point, muttering with each kill.

The keen senses enhanced by the Strengthening Pill made their eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

Within a kilometer range, they accurately sniped those holding rocket launchers and machine guns.

Many high-threat infantrymen didn't get a chance to retaliate before being disembodied by bullets from nowhere.

Some Super Soldiers carried double-layered flamethrowers, modified to be wider and thicker, which were immune to routine bullets.

“Little Japanese, grandpa invites you to a barbecue.”

This Super Soldier roared, holding a flamethrower in each hand, sweeping left to right, with roaring fire dragons spewing up to a hundred meters in high-temperature flames, drastically raising the air's temperature.

Many soldiers hiding in shelters and buildings, facing this unreasonable flamethrower, were immediately ignited and turned into burning figures, screaming as they ran out from cover, and after excruciating pain, they collapsed and were burned into charred corpses.

“Demons, they are a group of demons that have burrowed out from the depths of the Earth.”

“We're doomed, completely doomed! How did we provoke these devils?”

“It's Mecha, like those from the cartoons. We stand no chance against them.”

“Why did we come here? Those damn politicians, why did they send us here to endure such a wretched journey through Hell?”

“I want to go home, let me go home, I don't want to die here.”

The morale of the Japanese Soldiers was rapidly declining as they faced the god-like Super Soldiers, feeling only that the enemy were ferocious butchers, and they were merely lambs awaiting slaughter.

Even though these Super Soldiers were extremely few in number, their individual combat effectiveness was far too terrifying.

Wherever they went, it was difficult for many Japanese Soldiers to be left with whole bodies.

After killing several more Japanese Soldiers, Miao Lun, following the prearranged plan, headed towards a strategic warehouse.

The warehouse, filled with plenty of military ammunition aided by the Eight Nation Group, was located in the Wuhe Military Camp, intended to resupply the frontlines upon the outbreak of war.

The air assault group attacked this location not only to kill Japanese Soldiers but to destroy this critical strategic munitions depot.

This strategic munitions depot, already subjected to multiple rounds of bombardment by armed helicopters, was exceptionally sturdy to withstand such firepower, and the bombings had not destroyed it.

Miao Lun hurried to the strategic warehouse, kicked open the wobbly twisted steel door, and burst in alone.

“Damn, it's the enemy.”

“Open fire quickly.”

“Don't let him come in.”

There were still quite a few soldiers present because the strategic warehouse was so robustly constructed, it had become a target for the Japanese soldiers to hide.

Miao Lun swung his gun horizontally, the chain of bullets trembled rapidly, and the bullets continuously pierced through bodies, soon forcing these soldiers to surrender in a horrific state, all raising their hands.

“Open the blast doors to the strategic warehouse, or die.”

Miao Lun looked at them coldly, and without much hesitation, he pulled the trigger, randomly killing a few more.

“I'll open it, I'll open it, please don't kill me.”

Seeing Miao Lun, a veritable killing star, the logistics officer could only stand up tremblingly and proceed to open the multi-layered defenses of the strategic warehouse.

Soon, Miao Lun witnessed a scene he would never forget.

Densely packed munitions and ammunition, bullets and shells of various calibers, and a large amount of armor and individual weapons.

Miao Lun knew he had come to the right place. He took out the timed explosives he had brought, threw it into a pile of high-explosive air bombs, set the detonation timer, and then withdrew.

The soldiers outside had all run off. He had just left the warehouse when Miao Lun's ears twitched and he quickly ducked into a corner.

From a distance, an armored vehicle that had driven out of the warehouse opened fire on him, the large-caliber machine gun creating deep pits in the ground. A moment slower, and he would have been turned into mincemeat.

This military camp housed a tank battalion and several armored platoons, and some undamaged armored units were desperately driven out by the Japanese soldiers.

This was also their best method against Super Soldiers. Battle Armor under the pounding of machine guns and high-explosive bombs was as penetrable as paper.

The fierce firepower also made evasion extremely difficult, and these armored units would severely restrict the capabilities of Super Soldiers.

However, the battlefield was not limited to Super Soldiers.

In the sky, there were numerous armed helicopters, these aerial vehicles known as the bane of ground armored units, the tank killers.

“Here we go.”

The helicopter pilots laughed heartily as the anti-tank missiles loaded on them flew out of their launch nests.

Barely a minute after a tank had driven out of the hangar, an anti-tank missile fell from the sky, poured through the tank's vulnerable top, and the shaped charge warhead activated, penetrating the tank's interior in an instant.

Boom!

The crew inside was almost wiped out instantly. The tank emitted black smoke and fire, followed by the explosion of internal ammunition that sent the tank's turret flying ten meters into the air, crashing onto the ground as if saluting in surrender.

Scenes like this happened repeatedly on the battlefield. Armour vehicles and tanks became live targets for the helicopters above; as soon as they showed their heads, they were locked in by anti-tank missiles, their own air defense missiles having no chance to launch.

On the ground, Japanese Soldiers fired man-portable air defense missiles from their shoulders, while helicopters evaded by releasing flares and maneuvering wildly.

These Japanese Soldiers would soon face attacks from Super Soldiers. Armed helicopters struggled to find these stealthy individual anti-air soldiers, but for Super Soldiers, it posed no problem at all.

Super Soldiers and helicopters coordinated seamlessly, one striking armored units and providing fire support, the other attacking the remaining enemy infantry.

Under this dual assault, Japanese soldiers began to collapse.

Initially, it was just small groups of soldiers turning to run, but soon this retreat spread like a plague.

Up till now, more than a thousand Japanese soldiers had died in the military camp, and countless more were injured. This had surpassed the casualty threshold that these Japanese Soldiers could withstand.

“Commander, we've found the command building, we're engaging. Do you want to capture a few high-ranking officers and take them back?”

An excited voice came through the communication, and Miao Lun, who was about to issue a retreat order, suddenly brightened up.

If they could capture high-ranking Japanese officers early in the battle, it would undeniably be a slap in the face.

“Good, send me the coordinates.”

Soon, Miao Lun also arrived at the command building, joined several Super Soldiers, and fought their way in.

Upon reaching the command room, it was dazzling with officers. The ranks were of Assistant Officer level, First, Second, Third Assistant Officers, and even a high-ranking official equivalent to Major General of other countries, with two stars on his uniform.

Japanese military ranks differ from most other countries. This level of official could be compared to the Major General of other nations, which delighted Miao Lun, as it was a grand harvest indeed!

Chapter end

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