Warlords: I just made a little fortune, but I didn’t build a country.

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder, more than 30,000 Japanese soldiers were trapped. They had originally intended to sweep away everything with their numerical advantage, but they had never expected to encounter a more fierce counterattack.

The sound of gunfire was deafening, rolling in like a raging thunder.

The shells streaked across the sky like meteors and landed precisely on the densely packed positions of the Japanese. Every explosion created a huge wave of earth. Amidst the flames, the bodies of the Japanese were blown to pieces, and their limbs and arms flew all over the sky along with mud and sand.

Some of the Japanese soldiers who were hit by the explosion were turned into powder in an instant, while others were blown away with limbs missing. They struggled and squirmed in pain in a pool of blood, and let out miserable wails, which were soon drowned out by the continuous explosions.

The rain of bullets whizzed past, and the bullets were like the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting lives. Countless bullets were fired at the Japanese from all directions, and they fell in groups, like wheat cut down by a sickle. Some Japanese were shot in the chest, and blood spurted out like a fountain; some were shot in the head, and their brains were splattered, and they died on the spot; some were injured in the abdomen, and their intestines flowed all over the ground. Their hands were still desperately trying to stuff their internal organs back into their stomachs, and their eyes were full of fear and unwillingness.

The once invincible Japanese army was now dizzy and unable to fight back.

The weapons of the devils were scattered all over the ground, and they were unable to organize an effective resistance under the hail of bullets. The battlefield was littered with corpses, piled up like a mountain, and blood gathered into a river, flowing freely on the land, dyeing the land a glaring blood red.

In just one hour, more than 10,000 of the Japanese army's more than 30,000 were killed. Now there are less than 20,000 Japanese soldiers still resisting desperately. If the Japanese did not have a command team of major generals, this armed force of less than 20,000 people would have lost its combat effectiveness and become a group of loose sand.

"Damn it!"

An hour later, the adjutant and a guard of 100 men did not return, so Nanjo Kouta knew that the plan to open the floodgates had failed and Ano Town might not be saved.

"Order!"

Nanjo Kouta had lost his mind after his eyes were covered with bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and said to Senior Staff Officer Nitta, "All the troops on the front line, gather towards Ano Town. I want these Qin soldiers to pay with blood!"

As a native resident of Ano Town, Kouta Nanjo saw the villagers falling one after another and vowed to avenge them.

However, what Nanjo Kouta did not expect was that at this time the Qin army soldiers were seeking revenge for the dead villagers.

"kill!"

At this time, Liu An was already bloodthirsty. After killing for a day and a night, this killer had killed 374 Japanese soldiers, which was more than the number of Japanese soldiers killed by a squad or a platoon. As long as this battle was over, combined with Liu An's previous record, there was a high probability that he would be promoted to colonel.

He changed the magazine with one hand, and fired a volley of bullets, making the Japanese soldiers fall down in groups.

"Old Liu, you are so awesome."

Wei Wu, the commander of the guard battalion, had killed thousands of Japanese devils since he returned to secular life from Shaolin Temple. However, compared with the infantry regiment commander Liu An in front of him, he found that his record was just one of their battles.

"Is this Liu An?"

Infantry brigade commander Sun Desheng was also shocked by Liu An's fierce fighting ability. He was simply a human tank, killing the Japanese without any chance of fighting back.

At first, when he heard that Liu An fought very bravely, he was not convinced in his heart, because he also came from the grassroots, from a private who fought on the battlefield for more than ten years and fought his way up to the current rank of colonel and brigade commander. So he was not convinced of these student soldiers who graduated from military academies.

But now that he had seen this legendary figure, he was convinced, especially his unique skill of changing magazines with one hand. Sun Desheng was dazzled and thought that no wonder the military wanted the entire army to learn it, this skill was really too practical on the battlefield.

"The final charge, brothers, kill them!"

Liu Anke ignored the attention of these people and started to charge with his soldiers. Although he had strong individual combat ability, his command and combat skills were not weak at all. He commanded a regiment of soldiers like a fish in water.

"kill!"

The setting sun was as red as blood, sprinkling on the devastated battlefield.

The Qin army soldiers all had a burning fire of revenge in their eyes, and like a surging tide they launched a final charge against the remaining Japanese troops of less than 20,000 people.

The shouts of killing shook the earth, and the soldiers held their guns tightly and rushed towards the enemy with fearless momentum. The guns flashed, and every swing brought a blood mist. The devils tried to fight a desperate battle, but under the brave attack of the Qin army brothers, the defense line quickly collapsed.

The Japs' eyes widened in horror, their faces filled with despair and helplessness. Under the firepower of the Qin army soldiers, their lives were ruthlessly harvested.

Faced with the powerful encirclement and suppression of the Qin army, the Japanese soldiers were beaten without any ability to fight back and could only wait to be slaughtered by the Qin army.

"I don't want to die!"

The Japanese soldiers began to beg for mercy, kneeling on the ground and laying down their weapons, hoping that the Qin soldiers would let them go, but seeing that kneeling on the ground was useless, the Qin soldiers' bullets still pierced through their bodies, and the Japanese soldiers were so angry that they shouted, "Great Qin Empire, you will definitely pay the price with blood. My Great East Ocean Empire will definitely kill you all, kill you all, kill you all."

"Da da da."

Surrender was useless, the Japanese began to fight back, but for the Qin army soldiers, the counterattack was nothing more than suicide.

Over the next three hours, a bloodbath ensued.

Rocket launchers, heavy machine guns, and submachine guns continued to kill the Japanese soldiers. The bullets ruthlessly penetrated the bodies of the Japanese soldiers, leaving a bloody mist.

After the battle, the battlefield was littered with corpses of Japanese devils.

Li Yunfei gave an order, "The commander-in-chief has ordered that a Jingguan be built to show military achievements, shock the enemy, destroy their hearts, and slaughter their soldiers."

The soldiers began to move quickly, carrying the bodies of the devils one by one to the designated place. They first spread a layer of bodies on the flat ground, crisscrossing to make it stable, as if laying the foundation for the Jingguan. Then, layer after layer of bodies were piled up, gradually forming a huge and gloomy building.

The four walls of the Jingguan were made up of the bodies of the devils arranged closely together. Their hollow eyes seemed to still retain the fear they had in life, staring straight up at the sky.

At the top, heads are gathered together, some with distorted faces, some covered in blood. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, they exude a chilling atmosphere.

This towering Jingguan, made up of tens of thousands of corpses, looks like a hill of death or a devil's lair. It contrasts with the tragic battlefield around it and is particularly eye-catching.