In the blink of an eye, several thousand people from Germany blew several thousand people from Britain to pieces!
The German Army soldiers charged forward like crazed bulls. The people from Britain had to deal not only with the frenzied German Army soldiers, but also with German Superman flying overhead. Their morale instantly collapsed. They threw down their rifles and ran backward, screaming, "Mommy! Mommy!"
A chaotic battle involving thousands of men and tanks ended in less than three minutes. The people from Britain abandoned all their tanks and fled in defeat, while the battlefield was filled with cheering soldiers from Germany!
They looked at German Superman hovering in the sky, his muscular body stretching his uniform taut, golden Psychic Lightning shooting from his eyes. Every one of them stared at him with worship in their eyes!
Li Qinwu floated in the sky like that, striking a very handsome midair standing pose—the kind Viltrum used.
Bathed in the admiring gazes of several thousand German Army soldiers, he felt heroic beyond measure.
He was German Jiahao now!
At that moment, a German Army officer walked up with his arms folded over his chest, knelt beneath Li Qinwu's feet, and loudly asked:
"Dear God, who are you? Are you the finest warrior God has sent to us Germans?"
Li Qinwu could not understand what the officer from Germany beneath him was saying. He looked toward the trenches and saw Rudosen leading his staff away through them, leaving the center of the battlefield.
Rudosen turned back and gave him an OK gesture, signaling that he could leave.
Looking at the German Army soldiers before him, all staring at him with reverence, Li Qinwu felt that he ought to say something before leaving. So he shouted:
"Touch your poor!! Backhand touch your poor!! Bro,