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Shadowmoon, on the other hand, believes that power is the only true path to victory.

They were going to fight to the death...

That's truly cruel.

But Wugensheng's main thought was only one.

Japanese people are prone to extremes.

Wouldn't it be better for both sides to cooperate?

but--

[In that case, the problem is much easier to solve.]

Wugensheng traveled by transforming his qi and left the cave. On his way back, he encountered Zhang Huaiyi and Tian Jinzhong, who had been chasing after him. He revealed himself and said, "You two are incompetent. You actually let that Kotaro come back."

"We can't beat them."

Tian Jinzhong's words were incredibly straightforward.

"That's honest enough."

Wugensheng knew this perfectly well.

With Zhang Huaiyi and Tian Jinzhong's abilities, they could barely hold their own against Kotaro in his monster form. But if he were to evolve further from his monster form and become like someone wearing a special suit of armor, he would be far beyond their capabilities.

How's things going on your end?

Zhang Huaiyi inquired about Wugensheng's actions.

"good."

Wugensheng was worthwhile. "First, I determined the coordinates of the Japanese hiding place: a cave. Given their capabilities, they couldn't have created it in such a short time. It must have been dug out by the Creator King."

Secondly, I infiltrated the group, met the Creator King, and killed him.

Finally, a large portion of the Japanese population harbored strong anti-war sentiments, and given that Kotaro desired surrender and a complete end to the war, the possibility of persuading him to surrender was quite high.

"That's good."

Zhang Huaiyi breathed a sigh of relief.

If it's time to fight.

That would necessitate the use of the military's firearms!

If it's one-on-one.

He had no confidence in defeating such a monster...

···

Outside Huanggang Mountain.

Inside the military camp.

Looking at the message coming from the Qi Flow handheld device, Xiao Yun made a quick decision and divided the team into three groups.

A squad armed with guns and cannons was positioned around the mountain pass to provide security and fire support should persuasion to surrender fail.

The second team carried a tape recorder and played "The Promise Under the Cherry Blossom Tree," further shaking the minds of the Japanese.

The three teams, along with members of various sects and families who came to help, divided the work and searched the mountains and forests to prevent any Japanese or strange people from escaping.

"My black hair has turned white, leaving only that lingering affection!"

"Deep affection or shallow fate often hinges on a single moment!"

A lyrical male voice echoed through the mountain valley, plunging the more than two hundred Japanese people inside the cave into silence.

One of the Japanese men thought of his homeland and pulled out a faded, yellowed photograph from the inside pocket of his clothes. The photograph showed a pretty woman in a kimono.

That was his lover.

Since joining this war for the empire, he and she had not seen each other for fourteen years, and the time they parted was during the cherry blossom season!

Although the photo had long been oxidized, the woman's voice and smile remained etched in his mind.

As he looked at the photo, his eyes involuntarily welled up with tears, as if he could truly see his beloved smiling at him in the picture, as if she were saying:

Darling, please come back soon!

"Don't cry!"

The adjutant roared, but his eyes were also wet; he just forced himself not to wipe them away or let the tears fall.

But with his red eyes and nose, no matter how loudly he shouted, it would be hard to convince anyone.

If one is a practitioner.

A mere love song cannot sway their resolve.

But they are not.

They persevered for fourteen years in this unfamiliar land, thanks to the encouragement of their officers—

To achieve victory and be remembered for eternity!

They are the noblest people in the world!

Wealth! Power! Status!

But deep down they knew that these were all empty promises.

after all.

Over the years, they have won many battles, but apart from having more food, they have received no substantial rewards.

A promotion? A pay cut?

All of this is illusory.

"Damn Chinese!"

"Don't let it go!"

A tear rolled down the corner of the adjutant's eye; he no longer cared about dignity.

The rest of the Japanese all turned their attention to the adjutant, some stunned, others sighing.

The adjutant said to them, "Pick up your weapons and come with me to fight them!"

"Those who want to return to their hometown alive, come with me."

Just now.

Having composed himself, Kotaro led a dozen or so strange individuals who were no longer willing to fight to his adjutant and the others.

"Kotaro!"

"You are a disgrace to the Great Japanese Empire!"

But these words had no effect whatsoever.

Kotaro went straight outside.

Among the Japanese soldiers, the first one to take out a photograph dropped his weapon and followed Kotaro.

One has two.

In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred Japanese soldiers threw down their weapons and followed the strange men out of the cave. Looking up at the Gongpai army and various sects and families standing on the distant mountaintop, they shouted in unison, "We are willing to surrender! Please keep your promise and let us return to our homeland!"

Xiao Yun raised his hand, and the music stopped abruptly.

Xiao Yu focused his Qi in his dantian and chanted the Thunderous Sound: "Hands up!"

"Hands up!"

"Get started!"

"Hands!"

"Come--"

The sound waves echoed through the towering mountains, causing the expressions of everyone at the bottom of the valley to change.

Kotaro took a deep breath and raised his hands high.

The strange people behind them also raised their hands.

The same applies to those Japanese who were willing to surrender.

"It's over..."

Seeing this, the adjutant and the remaining Japanese soldiers realized that the situation was hopeless and could only join the ranks of those who "raised their hands".

Compared to dignity.

They chose to live...

···

"The two generals are truly remarkable. They subdued the enemy without a fight simply by playing a song!"

After all the Japanese and strange men were captured, Zhang Huaiyi praised Xiao Yun and Xiao Yu, but he also seemed to have gained something in his heart, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"It's just psychological warfare," Xiao Yun said dismissively.

"This method is only effective for those with weak minds. For us cultivators, how can mere sounds and sights sway our resolve?" Xiao Yu smiled and then ordered people to sweep through the cave, confiscating all kinds of equipment and dangerous items for future research.

thereafter.

Xiao Yun, Xiao Yu, and others prepared gifts of gratitude for the various sects and families who came to help, giving them money or clothing.

Both sides were delighted.

"If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave now. The war has just ended, and everything needs to be rebuilt. We need to return quickly. If you need anything in the future, we'll be there whenever you call!"

After accepting their gifts, the group bid farewell to the person who had sent them.

After all the cultivators from Jiangxi had left, Xiao Yu stretched and asked Xiao Yun, "Sister, what do you think of that Wugensheng?"

"He's rather lazy. He could have stepped in to protect Nobuhiko, but instead he sat on the sidelines and watched the tigers fight. If Nobuhiko had returned to Japan alive, our China could have made more stable progress in catching up with the world."

Xiao Yun shook his head, then changed the subject, "However, the guild leader has already arranged a training session for him. Many of the problems can't be solved directly with force, so let's wear him down..."