Man Toulu Mao was a fanatical imperialist, and from a young age, he had been indoctrinated by his grandfather, who had taken part in the war against Huaxia.
He could be said to harbor immense malice, envy, and jealousy toward the people of that land! How could such a worthless population possess such a vast expanse of territory?
And yet, despite being a superior race, they could only live in this cramped place.
It was utterly humiliating for them, but it also proved that Amaterasu Omikami was testing them.
As an adult, he joined the Self-Defense Forces, carrying with him his faith in that supreme ideal. Then, through his fanaticism toward imperialism and arduous training, he finally became an officer.
Under his command was an elite squad of more than forty men.
He had subjected his subordinates to severe training, and they were eventually selected by their superiors for the elite squad. His harsh training was all for the sake of restarting the great war he held in his heart one day.
Looking at the homeland reduced to ruins by the bombing, the fury in his heart burned fiercely. Their empire's land had already been scarce, and their habitable area was pitifully small.
But now, on this little remaining fertile land, another stretch had appeared that would be uninhabitable for nearly a hundred years.
For a moment, he loathed those iron-clad people and demons with all his heart.
At the same time, he hated the Huaxia people who occupied such vast and fertile lands even more.
"One day, sooner or later, I'll kill everyone on that land."
Quan Tiehua heard every word Man Toulu Mao said. Although he did not understand Japanese, that only applied to him as an ordinary person. Now that he had become an Astartes, and with Japanese being one of the simplest languages, he had completely learned it within the few minutes available.
Having understood the meaning, Quan Tiehua's expression remained calm. He merely removed his helmet slowly, revealing a face indistinguishable from that of a Huaxia person.
Although, in some situations, little Japanese devils and Huaxia people could indeed be difficult to tell apart, that only applied to foreigners.
To Huaxia people, little Japanese devils and their own countrymen could truly be distinguished at a glance. Even if they could not tell immediately, a little observation was enough to identify them. They were almost never wrong.
After all, the temperament shaped by a lifetime of habits could not be imitated.
Quan Tiehua felt that he ought to become one of Khorne's Chosen of Chaos this once. After all, when facing certain problems, Khorne's methods were indeed the best solution.
"Emperor, I'm sorry! But I promise this will be the only time," Quan Tiehua silently muttered in his heart.
But if the Emperor could truly hear him, he would certainly retort, "**There are only zero times and countless times!"
Carrying the Chainsword, he slowly walked out of the ruins and exposed himself before the elite special forces squad of little Japanese devils.
Although the armor on his left shoulder, along with the flesh beneath it, had been sliced away to reveal bone, the Astartes' powerful healing abilities had already stopped the bleeding completely. Some of the muscle tissue had even begun growing and slowly covering the wound.
Quan Tiehua slowly set his helmet on the ruins beside him. He reached out and brushed the dust from the Aquila emblem he had installed without permission.
He rose and looked toward the little Japanese devils watching him warily.
Recalling the words just spoken, as well as what had happened to Papatyr at Yasukuni Shrine,
the muscles on both sides of his face suddenly twitched for some reason, pulling the corners of his mouth into a bloodthirsty smile.
"Come on, little devils! Let me crush you in the name of the fallen heroes!"
Familiar, gruff Chinese came from his mouth. The group of little Japanese devils froze in shock. When the two sides had first met, they had all seen Quan Tiehua's Asian face. After examining him closely, they had noticed that his temperament was gentle and composed, yet resolute, with a broad chest.
They had seen that kind of temperament in only one nation.
The Huaxia people!
As elite members of the squad, and wishing to participate more effectively in the holy war later, they deeply understood the principle that knowing oneself and one's enemy ensured victory in every battle. Thus, they had desperately studied Huaxia culture.
So every one of them could understand what Quan Tiehua had said in Chinese.
"Bakayarou!"
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang--
A person they regarded as a member of an inferior race had set off a nuclear explosion in their country, causing such severe destruction.
More importantly, his strength was overwhelming. The technology embodied in his armor had clearly surpassed this era. He had already begun to feel fear.
This dealt a severe blow to their pride and arrogance. Especially when they saw his terrifying height and the Chainsword in his hand that seemed ready to devour people, the faint fear rising from the depths of their hearts inexplicably transformed into rage.
They pulled their triggers while snarling viciously, "Go to hell! Support—"
But in the next second, something that shocked and terrified them happened. Quan Tiehua turned sideways, using his right shoulder plate to shield half his face, then slowly walked toward them.
The bullets struck his body without even scratching off the paint, ricocheting off to the side.
Yet none of them retreated. They fired desperately, and some even pulled out grenades and threw them.
With an explosion, shrapnel slammed into the Plasteel armor, and then... it did absolutely nothing.
As they watched the towering giant approach step by step, the fear and despair in their hearts grew for no apparent reason.
Even the elite soldiers, whose marksmanship had once been flawless, became disordered and chaotic.
Sss--
The Chainsword's switch was pressed, and its roar erupted.
He lunged forward two steps and swung his sword. Three little Japanese devils were severed at the waist, their organs splashing across the ground in a riot of colors like a dye factory's vats.
Seeing this, the other little Japanese devils trembled in terror, despair filling their eyes.
Seeing this scene, Man Toulu Mao tore off his military helmet, raised his long rifle fitted with a bayonet, and shouted, "Tenno Heika, banzai!"
As he shouted, he charged forward, several grenades with their safety pins removed clenched in one hand.
Quan Tiehua had just cleaved one little Japanese devil in two when he saw another, apparently their leader, rush up before him.
He reached out and seized the man's head with one hand, lifting him like a chick. Then he violently impaled the man's throat on a length of rebar jutting from the ruins beside them! With a forceful sideways pull, half the neck was torn open. He immediately dragged it along the edge of a broken stone slab, severing the entire neck.
The head rolled away like a ball! At the same time, the grenades in his hand rolled to Quan Tiehua's feet.
Seeing this, Quan Tiehua kicked them into the little Japanese devils' formation without hesitation. One should not forget an Astartes' reaction speed—he could easily kick them away before the grenades exploded.
Rumble-
After several consecutive explosions, more than half of the over forty little Japanese devils were blown off their feet. The remaining dozen or so instantly collapsed, throwing down their weapons and screaming as they tried to flee.
Quan Tiehua followed at a leisurely pace. He instinctively reached for the bolter at his waist, but suddenly remembered how limited its ammunition was.
He then selected a relatively intact assault rifle from the pile of corpses. However, because of his physique, he could only grip the handle with two or three fingers.
After a dozen or so shots, the fleeing little Japanese devils vanished from the world forever.
"All units, receive the latest combat orders! Once everyone has assembled, begin withdrawing toward the Southwest China! Anyone encountered along the way... leave no one alive!"
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