Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

After dealing with the matter of Jiro Tomon, Honjo Shigeru met with the press in the afternoon, who asked him whether the casualties caused by the Punitive Army to the Second Division were true.

Honjo Shigeru vehemently denied it, claiming that it was a rumor that only children would believe. How could the mighty Imperial Japanese Army be killed by the enemy with more than 4000 people in one day? The enemy was a group of makeshift groups claiming to be from the civilian population. Isn't this a joke?

But the reporter took out photos on the spot. The photos showed the bodies of the Japanese who were killed. These bodies were lying in large areas in the forest, farmland and river banks. Especially the photos taken by the river bank, the word "shame" composed of thousands of corpses made Honjo Shigeru's eyelids twitch unconsciously.

"These are not soldiers from the Great Japanese Empire at all. They are not wearing military uniforms!"

Honjo Shigeru argued cunningly.

Indeed, the bodies of the soldiers in the photos were all stripped naked. The Japanese military uniforms were good stuff. They were very warm and portable. After being mended, these uniforms could be given to the refugees who fled to Hutoushan. They looked very stylish to wear. Li Qinwu did not spare any of them. Except for the crotch, he stripped them naked by the Japanese.

The reporter took out another set of photos, which showed a regimental flag stuck in the ground. A tall soldier in the uniform of the Punishment Army was pulling the flag to make it unfold. Under the flag was Kawasaki Koichi, who was covered with a quilt and looked like Sleeping Beauty. This guy had been in a coma since he was captured by the Punishment Army, and Li Qinwu had to find glucose to keep him alive.

Medical equipment for glucose and intravenous drips has become very expensive. In order to make back his investment, Li Qinwu lifted this thing out and posed for photos for reporters crazily, charging 5 dollars for each photo.

Kawasaki Koichi doesn't know yet that he has been propaganda as a disgrace to the Japanese army. Even his regiment has been cancelled. It is said that his family in his home country has also been bullied. I believe that when he wakes up and learns about these things, he will feel that he would rather be dead.

Ignoring Honjo Shigeru's ugly expression, the reporter took out another set of photos, which recorded the entire process of the Punishment Army shooting down the Japanese bomber, from the first machine gun position to the last one, in which Li Jianfeng stood next to the wreckage of the plane. He had a pure smile of a sunny boy on his face, and made a "yeah" gesture. On the ground were two pilots' bodies that had been burned to skeletons.

This set of photos made Honjo Shigeru so angry that he shouted "Baga" and walked away. His angry and humiliated look was photographed by reporters and published in newspapers across the country along with the set of photos, plunging the entire country into a sea of ​​joy.

On the night of September 30th, Northeast Army soldiers were tied up because of the policy of non-resistance, and shamefully abandoned the Northeast. They were also branded with the infamy of abandoning the Northeast without firing a shot. The people across the country were filled with resentment, and at the same time were deeply afraid of Japan, the new industrial power. It was a mixture of anger and fear, and only they themselves knew the bitterness of it.

Now, the Punishment Army has achieved such an incredible record, and the people across the country have cleared their gloom and straightened their backs!

Punishment Army, Punishment Army!

The whole country was shouting this name, and almost everyone was trying to understand the origin of this unit. Some bigwigs had also quietly changed their attitudes towards this unit. But no matter how turbulent the outside world was, it had nothing to do with Li Qinwu for the time being.

He had slept for two whole days. Due to the excessive use of the portal in the past few days, his mental power was extremely depleted. Although he could mobilize the energy of other clones to open a larger portal, he was the output terminal after all. No matter how much he absorbed the spirits of other clones, he would still have to bear the final fatigue.

After sleeping for two days, Li Qinwu felt slightly relieved, but his head still felt as uncomfortable as that of a migraine patient. This feeling was the same as when League of Legends held a Battle Night event and he and his friends stayed up all night playing LOL. He felt that he could not recover without a week of rest. This taught him a lesson. He should not abuse the portal in the future. The consequence is just like now. It is very difficult for him to open a portal that two people can pass through at the same time. Fortunately, the Japanese are now obedient, otherwise, if they cannot open the portal to fight, the combat effectiveness of the Punishment Army will be directly reduced to 80%. He must recover quickly.

At this time, Li Qinwu climbed up from the bed, rubbed his swollen and aching head, sat for a long time, then got up and got out of bed and took a walk in the island space, which would help him improve his headache.

The island space has changed a lot at this time. After continuous land reclamation, the island has expanded nearly twice. The ground has been hardened with concrete, and two four-story buildings have been built as dormitories for the clones.

Li Qinwu came to the pavilion by the sea, sat down on a chair, looked at the endless sea in the distance, and felt the wind blowing from the sea. He wondered, how could the wind be generated in the island space? How big is this island space? Are there other islands?

He thought that when he had time, he would find a boat to explore. Perhaps he could find other islands, so he wouldn't have to bother with land reclamation. If he could find minerals, the island space could really be developed into a self-sufficient rear base.

While he was daydreaming, a clone with a strange look on his face walked up to him.

"Master, I think you should go and see that mechanical arm. It can already speak."

Li Qinwu was stunned for a moment, and almost blurted out "What mechanical arm?" Then he realized that the other party was talking about the mechanical arm from Warhammer 40k that he got when he signed in last time.

Li Qinwu was too busy recently and the robotic arm didn't show any use, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He just asked a few clones to keep an eye on it and provide it with metal scraps. What the hell is going on now that the robotic arm can talk?

Li Qinwu followed the clone to the mechanical arm, and the clone explained to him: "Main body, last time we followed your order to feed the mechanical arm with scrap metal, this guy has been using the scrap metal to make parts for himself, it is getting bigger and bigger, and your original room can no longer accommodate it.

Yesterday, a guy threw a broken speaker assembly to it, and the robot arm disassembled and fused the speaker assembly, and then it could speak. "

Li Qinwu asked: "What did it say to you?"

"It says thank you and the Omnissiah will bless us."

As the two talked, Li Qinwu came to his original room. The door was open and he saw the mechanical creature from the outside.

It was an octopus-like mechanical structure composed of countless robotic arms. Those robotic arms were of different sizes, and each had different functions. Each one was processing parts. Once the parts were processed, it would install them on its body, and in this way it would grow bigger little by little.

When the mechanical octopus saw Li Qinwu appear at the door, it suddenly stopped all its movements. It pointed a lens that looked like a modified version of a damaged telescope at Li Qinwu, looked him up and down for a long time, and said in a very distorted voice: "Hello, Master, it seems that you have also escaped from that frozen world. We are so lucky. So, Master, do you need Zero's service?"