159: Chapter 159 Japanese Counteroffensive

Deep within the Sea of Consciousness, that voice from a higher dimension faded into absolute nothingness.

In Mo Yufei's mind, the things the System had spoken of—the Creator, the Observer, the fate of the heavens, and the archiving of worlds—kept echoing.

Those ultimate secrets that transcended this realm were like a brief, icy dream, quietly fading from his mind.

He understood the true meaning of those words.

The survival of this world entirely depended on the gaze from beyond the sky.

Having learned of this destiny, he felt not a shred of sorrow, nor did he harbor any illusory pity while looking down upon the masses.

He was merely more clear-headed.

This world had its own trajectory.

The rise and fall of chaotic times, the drifting of mountains and rivers, and the tribulations of the people were things that the people themselves should bear, step by step.

He was a visitor from outside the realm, a Cultivator who had traversed the heavens.

He should not interfere in the torrent of the era, nor should he meddle in the rise and fall of the mortal world.

Not staining himself with Karma, not asking about success or failure—that was the most appropriate stance.

The wind, filled with the smoke of gunpowder, swept across the ruined battlefield.

The ground was covered in charred soil, broken fortifications collapsed on both sides of the trenches, countless shell casings were buried deep in the earth, and broken firearms lay askew in the deathly silent position.

The slaughter that had just ended had taken countless lives, and the heavy scent of blood and gunpowder lingered in the air for a long time.

Mo Yufei raised his eyes and swept them across the entire battlefield.

He had no intention of cleaning up the aftermath; chaotic times were inherently a purgatory, and all living beings were struggling in suffering. This was the destiny of the era, which no single person could change, nor could any single person save.

The only thing he needed to do at this moment was one thing.

To clear away all foreign objects that did not belong to this era—fragments of super-era alloys and weapon remnants that far exceeded the industrial limits of 1937.

To ordinary people, these things were incomprehensible technology, but in the eyes of some developed nations, they were Heaven-Defying trump cards capable of overturning the landscape of the era.

He also wanted to leave these era-transcending technologies to the people of Huaxia in this world, but given the current political situation of the country, they definitely could not hold onto them.

A civil war would surely break out again, and thus the super-technology would leak out. This era was not lacking in traitors who would resell the country's resources.

On a historical trajectory that had already been disrupted, this would spawn more unpredictable disasters, perhaps even accelerating the destruction of humanity.

Mo Yufei moved slightly; his extreme speed, four times the speed of sound, caused his figure to become a fleeting afterimage across the battlefield.

He swept past the front-line trenches, past abandoned fortresses, past temporary military supply depots on the outskirts of the city, and past all areas that had once seen combat.

Every trace of objects left behind from outside the realm, regardless of size or the strength of residual energy, was collected and sealed into his space.

His actions were clean, swift, and without a hint of hesitation.

From beginning to end, he watched the surrounding ruins with cold eyes, listening to the faint groans of the wounded and the sobbing of the common people from within the city in the distance.

The clearing was complete; with not a single super-era foreign object left behind, Mo Yufei turned and entered the city.

Soon, the highest-ranking garrison officer in Tianzhong City rushed over with a group of military and political personnel.

This officer was covered in dust, his military uniform worn through in many places, his cuffs and shoulders stained with dried, dark red blood, yet his posture remained as straight as a mountain.

Mo Yufei's expression was calm and indifferent, with not a ripple in his eyes.

He looked at the soldiers before him who had fought to the death to defend their land, his tone flat and his words clear, without a hint of emotional fluctuation.

"I have already collected all the super-era weapons from the battlefield."

"You will have to clean up the aftermath here yourselves."

"In the future, I will not interfere in the offensive and defensive battles, the ownership of territories, or changes in military and political power."

His words were resolute, his stance clear.

He would not remain here.

He would not intervene in the war situation.

He would not support any faction.

And he would certainly not interfere in the future trajectory of this mortal world.

The great affairs of the world would be led by the people of the world.

The rise and fall of the heavens would be borne by the common people themselves.

Upon hearing this, the officer's figure paused slightly, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes, but in the end, he bowed his head deeply in salute.

He could clearly feel the detachment and transcendence of the person before him.

This was a powerhouse from outside the realm who truly looked down upon the mortal world, having no desire to enter it and no interest in its disputes.

The city was still in chaos.

Wounded soldiers were scattered throughout the streets, wailing intermittently, and the terrified common people kept their doors tightly shut, trembling in the aftermath of the war.

Officers at all levels hurriedly gathered the remaining troops, took inventory of supplies, repaired defense lines, and dealt with the numerous corpses left after the battle.

All the trivial matters of the mortal world were left for the people to resolve on their own.

Mo Yufei had no more attachment.

With everything finished, he prepared to withdraw immediately, take flight, and retreat back to the planar Secret Realm.

From then on, he would not ask about the mortal affairs of 1937, nor would he watch the mountains and rivers of Huaxia broken.

But just at the moment he lifted his foot to take flight.

From the direction of the temporary central telegraph office in the city, there suddenly erupted a series of telegraph key clicks that were urgent to the extreme.

"Di-di-di—!"

The urgent, dense, and frantic tapping sounds pierced through the wind in the streets, breaking the brief post-battle silence.

The next second, a telegraph operator, his face pale and covered in cold sweat, clutching tightly to the top-secret urgent telegram he had just translated, staggered out of the telegraph room.

His breathing was rapid, his pupils trembling, and with a hoarse, tearing voice, he used all his strength to shout the report toward the command post.

"Highest priority urgent battle report!"

"The entire North China region is in critical danger! The thousand-mile defense line is on the verge of total collapse!"

This one cry instantly froze everyone present.

All the busy officers and soldiers froze in place.

The battle had just paused, and everyone thought they had gained a chance for peace.

No one had expected that a greater, cataclysmic disaster had already swept across the entirety of North China.

The telegraph operator's teeth chattered, and enduring extreme panic, he read the contents of the telegram word by word, revealing the terrifying source of the Japanese Army's frenzied counterattack.

"The Japanese Army front-line troops have scavenged a large amount of super-era weapon wreckage from the previously abandoned battlefield!"

"These are special alloys, high-energy weapon remnants, and ultra-high-strength armor fragments left behind from a previously unknown conflict!"

"The Japanese Army high command determined that these relics possessed disruptive combat value and immediately launched top-secret reverse-engineering research!"

In just a few short months, relying on the scavenged technological wreckage, the Japanese Army worked day and night to dismantle, study, and reverse-engineer them, forcibly creating a large batch of heavy military ordnance that far exceeded the standards of the current era.

Heavy siege artillery with terrifying calibers, high-explosive ammunition with shocking lethality, and suppression firearms with range and power both exceeding limits were deployed one after another, their combat power completely crushing all of our standard-issue weapons.

The North China coastal defense line, under the dense artillery fire suddenly unleashed by the Japanese Army, fell completely, one place after another.

The trenches, fortresses, and mountain defense fortifications that the soldiers had painstakingly built were vulnerable under the ferocious bombardment, leveled to the ground in an instant.

Flesh and blood could ultimately not withstand the ruthless slaughter of cross-generational weapons; the front-line battlefield retreated steadily, and the entire line collapsed.

The front-line defenders had no time to react; the range and power of their old-fashioned rifles and field artillery were not even in the same dimension, and often, before they could even engage the enemy, their positions had already been blown to pieces.

Countless soldiers charged while enduring the overwhelming artillery fire, but it only resulted in mass casualties, and the war situation completely fell into a passive, desperate state.

And this was merely the beginning of this catastrophe.