Chapter 111: Comrades
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It was not until the close of the bayonet fight that Li Banchuan finally learned what had happened.
Wei Liang was actually wearing chain mail made of alloy.
Staring at Wei Liang’s open shirt, Li Banchuan’s eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.
You could do that?
“Brother Liang, did you know in advance that we were coming here to fight?” asked Su Ming, who had narrowly escaped death as well.
“I have a comrade-in-arms volunteering here. He secretly tipped me off.” Wei Liang gave a sheepish grin.
Li Banchuan listened in silence.
His guts were twisting with regret.
If only he had known, he could have brought a bulletproof vest too. Wouldn’t that have let him charge ahead without a care?
Su Ming was equally devastated, pounding his chest in frustration.
Had he known beforehand, he might not have managed to get his hands on chain mail, but surely he could at least have used steel plates to cover his chest and back.
“With that divine artifact, aren’t you practically guaranteed a place in the top three?” Li Banchuan asked, his voice thick with jealousy.
He felt that his own chances of placing in the top three had grown rather slim.
What chance did a genius like him have against these cheaters?
“You’re giving me far too much credit.” Wei Liang shook his head. “I was part of the first group sent here from above. In other words, I’m only here to scout the way.”
“You’re that impressive, and you still have to scout?” Li Banchuan did not believe him.
To be fair, the other man’s marksmanship was slightly better than his own, his physique was clearly superior, and his combat skills were on an entirely different level. He was certainly an elite soldier.
“What I can do is nothing special.” Wei Liang laughed. “My marksmanship and physical abilities don’t even rank among the best in the army.”
“The only reason I got the chance to come here was that I earned a second-class merit and was recommended for it.”
After a brief pause, he added regretfully, “I’d been carrying out missions along the border. I’d only just begun mastering the Complete Truth Internal Method, and I hadn’t had time to use those things that increase internal power.”
Su Ming and Li Banchuan exchanged a glance.
Li Banchuan’s voice even began to stammer. “C-could it be that martial arts can… can be used here too?”
“Of course,” Wei Liang said. “What good is martial arts if you don’t use it?”
“But…” Li Banchuan spluttered for a long while, still unable to find the words.
He felt he had made a colossal mistake.
How had he overlooked all those martial-arts masters?
Su Ming, meanwhile, cried out excitedly, “Does that mean the scenes from those ridiculous anti-Japanese dramas could actually come true?”
“One thing at a time.” Wei Liang shook his head. “The shooting range is basically a live-action game about fighting Japanese invaders, but…”
“But what?” Li Banchuan hurriedly asked.
Wei Liang gave him a mysterious smile. “Who knows? Perhaps one day it really will become real.”
Li Banchuan’s scalp instantly prickled.
A chill ran through his entire body.
With the current strength of Rabbit Country, wiping them out would indeed be no difficult task.
Especially after the emergence of Fantasy Park, Rabbit Country’s influence had been growing by the day.
If its higher-ups reached some sort of deal with the leadership of Eagle Sauce Country concerning Fantasy Park, and then…
Li Banchuan did not dare imagine the consequences.
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“Th-then why not go after the Mongolians?” he asked in a trembling voice.
Wei Liang and Su Ming both looked at him strangely.
Why was the man drenched in sweat and so terribly tense?
Could he have been shot after all?
“Who says they won’t?” Wei Liang recalled the matter of providing aid to the Condor Heroes dimension. Those people ought to be able to start singing and dancing ahead of time.
They were even going to provoke the Mongolians!
Li Banchuan’s face turned deathly pale.
He felt that his country was doomed.
No, that was not right. Even if the country fell, it would be those wretched commoners at the bottom who suffered first.
Emigration!
The thought sprang into his mind at once.
As soon as he got home, he would tell his parents everything and ask them to find a way to leave the island.
Come to think of it, one of his ancestors had once taken a pirate from the Great Ming as a son-in-law and adopted heir. His own nationality was therefore difficult to say for certain.
He could even donate some money to the island communists.
They would all be comrades in the future.
“By the way, you weren’t livestreaming, were you?” Wei Liang asked.
“No. My phone was knocked away just now. It might come back when we reach the next stage.” Su Ming hurriedly explained.
“Could you be a little more specific?” Li Banchuan asked, feigning composure.
Wei Liang shook his head. “I’ve already said more than I should. In any case, it has nothing to do with us.”
He then turned solemnly to the two of them. “Don’t go spreading this around.”
Su Ming patted his chest.
The motion tugged at his wound, making him grimace in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t worry. I know how to keep my mouth shut.”
“Neither will I.” Li Banchuan looked deeply troubled.
He was already considering emigration.
Moving to Eagle Sauce Country would be easy enough, but the global situation was clearly shifting toward Rabbit Country. Should he immigrate there instead?
If he did, perhaps he would have more opportunities to visit Fantasy Park in the future.
His family’s ancestral roots might even lie there.
In fact, he knew that quite a few wealthy people had recently been discussing immigration to Rabbit Country.
They all wanted to enter Fantasy Park.
…
The surrounding scenery gradually turned gray and white.
Only the three of them remained in this stage.
Thanks to that barrage of grenades, all their scores had risen dramatically.
Wei Liang had reached thirty-two points.
Li Banchuan had twenty-three.
Su Ming had eight.
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They also passed the ambush of the North China Command observation delegation and the Battle of Ping’an County without incident.
The three of them could not help secretly thanking their lucky stars.
Several times, all three had been gravely wounded and on the brink of death. Fortunately, they supported one another, and the end of the countdown carried them into the next round, allowing them to survive.
Although Su Ming had merely strapped the livestreaming phone to his chest without interacting with the audience, the popularity of his livestream had still surpassed five hundred million.
It was a figure he had never even dared dream of before.
He had made an absolute fortune this time.
“The earlier stages were just appetizers. The main course comes next!” Wei Liang said with a laugh.
Ten screens of light appeared before them.
As soon as they focused their gazes on them, images began playing across the screens.
The thunder of aircraft and artillery.
The savage faces of Japanese soldiers.
Explosions roaring one after another.
Prisoners of war being used to train soldiers in bayonet killing.
Infants hung in baskets and used as targets.
Women being subjected to abuse…
“The Japanese devils deserve to die!”
Watching the scenes, Su Ming felt his blood surge. Gritting his teeth, he cursed, “Those damned Japanese devils!”
Wei Liang said nothing, his expression equally dark and grim.
Li Banchuan pressed his lips together and remained silent.
No human being could remain unmoved.
His emotions were tangled and conflicted.
A barrage of messages then appeared before all three of them, asking them to choose the next stage.
The Ten Great Battles were not cleared in sequence. Instead, the participants voted on which one to enter.
Even people from the same group could split up and enter different battles.
After all, clearing these battles was no easy task. Some of them were virtually impossible for ordinary people.
Without overwhelming weapons and equipment, death was the only way out.
The three had no intention of separating.
After discussing the matter, they chose “The Defense of Southern Capital.”
A flash of light appeared before them, and the three found themselves in an ancient, quaint alleyway.
The alley was bleak and desolate, with traces of artillery fire visible everywhere.
Many houses had collapsed, and the ground was riddled with craters.
Corpses lay scattered along the roadside, their blood already congealed.
“Run! The Japanese devils are here!” someone shouted, appearing in the three men’s field of vision.
Stealing Fragrance
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