I rely on unlimited life extension

The Golden Immortal level technique is really powerful, but unfortunately, it consumes too much mana. This time, when I used it at full power, it took less than 30 seconds for me to burn off a third of my mana. If there were more people, it would probably consume even more.

It seems I can't be so impulsive in the future. But that's the Commander-in-Chief, after all; when will I get such a good opportunity again?

Xu Xi had already directed several members of 701 to begin counting the supplies. He walked out of the small building of the Sakura Army Regiment headquarters, holding a military knife in his hand. He quickly walked up to Cheng Yi and presented it with both hands: "Brother Yi, this was taken from that bastard Sakai Takashi. It doesn't look like an ordinary item."

Cheng looked down and saw that the military knife had a cold, sharp light all over it. The scabbard was the gold color unique to the army type, and it had a calm luster under the moonlight. The handle was wrapped with dark brown fish skin, which had a textured feel and was non-slip and easy to hold. The guard was designed with reference to the design of Western cavalry sabers. The curve was rounded but sharp, which was completely different from the style of traditional samurai swords.

Xu Xi introduced from the side: "This is the Type 19 General's Sword, the highest-ranking standard military sword of the Sakura Army. Only lieutenant generals or generals are qualified to carry it. The sword is 92 centimeters long, the blade is 78 centimeters long, and the thickness is half a centimeter. It is a proper killing weapon."

Cheng Yi reached out and took the sword. The moment his fingertips touched the hilt, a system notification sounded in his mind: [Special item detected: "Type 19 General's Sword (Army Type)". Meets system storage standards. Store in storage?]

"Heh, it's something the system recognizes." Cheng Yi's lips curled up slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, the military knife was drawn from its sheath with a "whoosh." The moment the blade sliced ​​through the air, it was as if a cold wind swept by, carrying a strong smell of blood and violence.

His eyes narrowed, a Buddhist light flashed, and the bloody and malevolent aura on the knife was quickly diluted and finally disappeared.

He glanced at the cherry blossom pattern engraved on the blade, his eyes turning slightly cold. He then sheathed the knife with a backhand motion, and with a thought, the military knife disappeared from his palm and was stored in the system space.

Not far away, the three sisters, Wangdi, Aidi, and Xindi, were huddled together, chattering away.

Wangdi smoothed his slightly damp hair and complained that he had swallowed some water in the sea; Aidi, on the other hand, showed off his newly captured Japanese watch, the hands of which were still ticking.

Xin Di rummaged through the Sakura Army's personal rations and found a few boxes of biscuits, stuffing them into the hands of his two younger sisters. The three of them laughed crisply, like a string of silver bells echoing in the quiet camp, diluting much of the stench of blood.

Cheng Yi stood there, looking at the lively scene before him, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed.

He looked up at the night sky; the moon was past its zenith, and the stars were sparse, so he guessed it was already midnight.

"It's almost time," he said, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears. "Let's go to Bao'an."

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and gathered around.

With a wave of his hand, Cheng Yi opened the entrance to the black and white world, the shimmering portal standing out prominently in the night.

"Go inside and rest for a while. We'll call you when we get there," he said.

The three sisters, hand in hand, were the first to leap into the entrance, followed closely by the Five Elements Disciples and the three great masters. Xu Xi also followed them in.

As Cheng Yi watched the entrance close, his flying sword hummed and transformed into a streak of azure light, soaring into the sky and hurtling towards Bao'an.

The night wind blew his robes, and the distant coastline looked like a silver ribbon under the moonlight. His eyes were already locked on his next target—the Japanese army's food and equipment warehouse in Bao'an.

The night in Bao'an City was somewhat gloomy. Cheng Yi, hovering above the clouds on his flying sword, used his divine sense to spread out like an invisible net and instantly locked onto the area in the north of the city that was surrounded by high walls—the Japanese army's food and equipment warehouse.

The warehouse area consisted of seven large warehouses arranged in a "品" shape, surrounded by a two-zhang-high barbed wire fence with barbed wire wrapped around the top. There was a guard tower every ten meters. The beams of searchlights swept across the rooftops of the warehouses, and machine gunners in the guard towers paced back and forth with their guns in hand. The sound of patrol boots clicking against the walls could be heard. The area was heavily guarded, like a small fortress.

"Careful indeed." Cheng Yi's lips curled into a cold smile. He pointed his finger at the air, and the entrance to the black and white world quietly opened. Wang Di, Ai Di, and Xiong Ju flashed out and landed on the edge of the flying sword.

"You're in charge of the guard tower and patrol team. Keep it quiet," Cheng Yi instructed in a low voice. "I'm going to blow up the warehouse."

The three nodded and swooped down like owls.

Wang Di conjured an ice spike from his fingertip and aimed it precisely at the searchlights of the two nearest guard towers. With two sharp "clicks," the beams of light suddenly went out.

Ai Di manipulated the metal wire, silently wrapping it around the barrels of the patrol team's rifles. With a gentle twist, more than a dozen rifles were instantly rendered unusable.

Xiong Ju pulled out a silenced pistol and pulled the trigger at the machine gunner in the guard tower who was about to shout. With a few muffled "thuds," the dark figure in the guard tower collapsed.

In a short while, the outer perimeter security was quietly removed.

Cheng Yi took a deep breath, concealing his figure, and flew his sword low over the barbed wire fence, heading straight for the warehouse area.

He took out four time bombs from the system space and, using the shadows cast by the warehouses, stuck them on the walls of four warehouses storing canned goods and flour—these were the Japanese army's staple food reserves. If they were blown up, the Japanese army in Bao'an would run out of food in less than three days.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock," the red light of the timer flashed in the darkness. Cheng Yi adjusted the time and turned to rush towards the other three warehouses.

Two of them were filled with rifles, bullets, and grenades, serving as light weapons depots; the last one contained mortars and artillery shells, representing a heavy firepower reserve.

Instead of using a timed bomb, he pulled out a rocket launcher, slung it over his shoulder, aimed it at the tin roof of the light weapons arsenal, and pulled the trigger.

"Whizzing!"

The rocket, trailing a faint plume of flame, entered the warehouse. Two seconds later, two deafening explosions shook the ground, ripped off the warehouse roof, and caused bullets and grenades to explode in the intense heat, creating a crackling sound like firecrackers. Flames shot into the sky, illuminating half of Bao'an City.

The Japanese guards at the heavy weapons depot were awakened by the explosion and were about to sound the alarm when Cheng Yi appeared at the door of the depot like a ghost, carrying two napalm bombs in his hand.

He kicked open the iron gate, threw the petrol bomb inside, and then leaped onto his flying sword.

Behind them, the moment the petrol bomb exploded, the entire warehouse was engulfed in flames. The mortar barrel twisted and deformed in the high temperature, and the series of explosions made the warehouse resemble a constantly erupting volcano, with debris and shrapnel flying hundreds of meters away.

At this moment, the time bombs in the four food warehouses also detonated one after another.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The continuous explosions were even louder than those in the light weapons arsenal. The flour was thrown into the air by the blast waves and ignited instantly upon encountering sparks, forming a golden rain of fire.

The canned goods expanded and burst under the high temperature, and the metal fragments flew everywhere like stray bullets, turning the once tidy warehouse into a burning ruin in the blink of an eye.

The fires in the warehouse area illuminated the night sky of Bao'an City. The alarms of the Sakura Army sounded "woo-woo-woo." The Sakura Army in the city was thrown into chaos and rushed towards the warehouse area, but they were blocked by the towering sea of ​​fire and the constantly exploding ammunition. They could only watch helplessly as the supplies turned to ashes in the flames.

Cheng Yi hovered high in the sky, looking down at the sea of ​​fire below, his eyes cold.

He pulled out the last bombshell from the system space and threw it at the pile of oil drums in the center of the warehouse area.

"Boom!" After the final loud bang, the entire warehouse area was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire, and even the barbed wire was burned red-hot.

"Retreat." Cheng Yi shouted in a low voice, put away the third person who had arrived later, and his flying sword transformed into a streak of blue light, carrying him towards Hong Kong.

Behind him, the flames of Bao'an City continued to spread, and the cries and curses of the Sakura Army soldiers were gradually swallowed by the wind—this supply hub that supported the Japanese army's southward advance had been reduced to nothing in his hands.

The system has notified you that you bombed the food and supplies warehouse in Bao'an City, causing 600 military casualties. You have been granted 6000 hours of life.

[System Notification: Japan's air force attacking Hong Kong has suffered 100% loss, the Second Fleet of the Navy has suffered 100% loss, and the Army has suffered 35% loss. The Japanese advance south has destroyed railway stations, fuel depots, food warehouses, and railways. Over 60% of the senior officers in the Army Command and 100% of the senior officers in the Navy Command have been killed. Weapon and ammunition reserves have been severely depleted. Airports, railway stations, and fleet communications are temporarily paralyzed.]

As the eastern sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn, the morning star, like a cold, broken diamond, was embedded in the dark blue sky.

Cheng Yi stood on the edge of the rooftop of Kowloon Walled City, gazing at the faint light gradually appearing on the distant sea, his brows furrowed in worry.

"The air force is gone, the navy is sunk, the army's top brass has been killed, and armories, granaries, and railways have been blown up..."

He tapped the railing with his fingers, his voice full of confusion, "How come the army's war contribution is only 35%? What exactly are we missing?"

And those extraterrestrial visitors, slippery as eels, have yet to be seen.

Cheng Yi clicked his tongue and turned to go downstairs, where he bumped into the three sisters carrying Japanese military canned food for breakfast. Wang Di was also holding a sake bottle in his hand, and his face was flushed.

"Brother, try this. The Japanese sake is pretty strong." Ai-di held up the bottle and leaned over.

Cheng waved his hand, preoccupied with something and having no appetite. He quickly ate a couple of bites of canned food and went back to his room to rest.

I didn't sleep soundly. In my half-awake state, I felt like something was about to happen, and I didn't open my eyes until the sun climbed onto the window frame.

He habitually reached for the system panel, and the moment his fingertip touched the empty space, a line of scarlet notification stung his eyes:

[System Warning: The 38th Division of Japan, under the pretext of "avenging Takashi Sakai," broke through the Shenzhen defense line at 4:00 AM and is advancing towards Hong Kong. A major battle has begun.]

[Triggering Variable: Five extraterrestrial visitors intervene; the headquarters of the 38th Division of the Sakura Army is located in Shenzhen; the division commander is Lieutenant General Sano Kaneki.]

"Damn it!" Cheng Yi sprang up from the bed and slammed his fist against the wall, sending stone chips flying. "I've been running around trying to slow down the battle, but it's only made things go faster?"

Upon seeing the words "visitors from outer space," a fierce glint instantly ignited in his eyes: "So it was you guys who were pulling the strings behind the scenes? Fine, Shenzhen, huh? Today we'll tear your place down!"

Just as he was about to leave, a noisy commotion suddenly erupted downstairs, mixed with the voices of several somewhat familiar men.

Cheng Yi frowned as he went downstairs, and was blocked by the scene in front of him as soon as he reached the North Gate—a hundred or so refugees with their families were crowded at the gate of the fortress, the old crying and the young shouting, while A Bao and dozens of strong men were blocking them back, the two sides pushing and shoving each other, the scene was in complete chaos.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Cheng Yi's voice wasn't loud, but it carried the lingering power of Buddhist chanting, like ice thrown into boiling oil, instantly freezing the cacophony.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, and saw him standing with his hands behind his back. His aura of a charismatic and domineering man was mixed with the coldness of someone who had just woken up. Wherever his eyes swept, even the crying children stopped making a sound.

"Where did you escape from? Did the Sakura people really attack?" Cheng Yi took two steps forward, his gaze falling on a woman holding a child.

The woman shuddered under his gaze and stammered, "From...from Drunken Bay...around dawn, the Japanese soldiers went berserk, and less than a thousand of them broke through the Eagle Army's three lines of defense..."

"Are the Eagle Army dead?" Cheng Yi's eyebrows shot up. "Three lines of defense couldn't stop a thousand or so men?"

A man with a broken arm nearby shouted, "It's not that the Eagle Army is useless! It's that there are monsters on the Japanese side! Someone saw with their own eyes that a guy in white armor punched an armored vehicle to pieces, and the heavy machine gun fire was like a tickle to him!"

"There was another guy with a knife who ran faster than a horse. He charged into the trench and cut down more than a dozen Eagle Soldiers with a single stroke!"

"Artillery! Their artillery is incredibly strange! One moment it's bombarding the first line of defense, and the next it's landing on the second line of defense, as if it has eyes!"

As everyone chimed in with their opinions, Cheng Yi's brows furrowed more and more as he listened.

Cannons fly? That's obviously impossible.

As for those two "monsters," they are most likely visitors from outer space.

As he was pondering this, he suddenly heard someone among the refugees shout, "If they don't let us in, the Japanese will catch up and we'll all be finished!"

Cheng Yi said coldly, "You can enter the stronghold if you want, but follow the rules. Those who disobey will be taken along with their belongings."

The refugees immediately erupted in uproar. Some pointed at Cheng Yi and cursed him for being heartless, while others cried out that there was no justice in the world.

Ah Bao, unable to bear it any longer, slashed out and pulled out a gun—the very same revolver he'd seized from Bo Ming Qiu yesterday. The dark muzzle pointed at the crowd: "Damn it, Brother Yi letting you in was a favor! Those who don't want to follow the rules, get out here and feed the Japanese!"

The gun barrels gleamed coldly, and the refugees' shouts abruptly ceased; they all shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

Cheng Yi ignored him and turned into a quiet alley, concealing his figure as he opened a portal by tracing a path through the void with his fingertips.

A flash of white light, and he was standing in the dense forest on the outskirts of Shenzhen—the very place where he had poisoned the Japanese soldiers' water tanks on the first night.

But where was there any trace of the military camp? The open space that was once filled with military tents was now empty, with only a few burnt-out campfires and scattered cans remaining.

"They've retreated?" Cheng raised an eyebrow, leaped onto the treetop with a light touch of his toes, and spread his divine sense to scan the surroundings. Sure enough, he detected a dense crowd in the northeast direction.

He took off on his sword and flew towards Hong Kong, following the aura.

Before long, the scene at the border between Shenzhen and Hong Kong came into view—the highway was crowded with Japanese trucks, the cargo compartments were full of ammunition boxes; there were rows of temporary tents set up along the roadside, some piled with compressed biscuits and canned food, some filled with wounded soldiers wrapped in bandages, and several doctors in white coats were performing surgery in the open air, the smell of blood mixed with the smell of disinfectant wafting far and wide.

Cheng Yi pulled out the system map and marked the locations of the supply area and the field hospital. He didn't rush to take action and continued flying south.