novelden Chapter 339: How can two mushroom bombs be enough?
Chapter 339: How can two mushroom bombs be enough?
The old beggar ran all the way, leaping into a large mountain after a few bounds.
Swish!
Suddenly, the old beggar stopped abruptly.
He stared in horror at a figure standing atop a mountain peak ahead.
"Why are you running?"
Su Ming looked at the old beggar in front of him with a smile.
The latter looked embarrassed, took a small step back, and looked around, looking for an opportunity to slip away.
"Stop looking, you can't escape."
Su Ming smiled and flashed in front of him.
The old beggar said helplessly, "What do you need me for? I'm just a stinking beggar, it's really a sin for you to think of me."
"Ha, you've reached the pinnacle of martial arts, transcending the ordinary and becoming a saint, yet you're willing to be a beggar?"
Su Ming looked at the old beggar in front of him with some confusion.
The opponent's cultivation and strength were simply extraordinary.
Why would someone willingly become a beggar?
"Sigh, it's tough to make a living these days, I guess I'll have to be a beggar."
The old beggar simply lay down under the tree and sighed.
Su Ming waved his hand, and a table appeared.
A pot of tea and a roast chicken are placed on top.
The fragrant roast chicken made the old beggar's eyes widen.
But he just swallowed hard and exclaimed, "This is truly divine skill! Is it some kind of hidden universe within a sleeve?"
"Just a little trick."
Su Ming waved his hand and said with a smile, "I'll treat you to roast chicken and tea."
"Thank you."
The old beggar nonchalantly picked up the roast chicken and started gnawing on it.
They were absolutely unambiguous, and even blunt.
Su Ming smiled without saying a word, sipping his tea and watching him gnaw on the roast chicken.
In no time at all, he had devoured the whole roast chicken.
"Burp~~" The old beggar let out a burp.
He took a sip of tea and exclaimed, "This is truly a delicacy! I haven't had such delicious roast chicken in a long time."
"Of course, but after being raised in a place with spiritual energy for several years, eating just one of them can increase one's cultivation by three Jiazi."
Su Ming replied with a smile.
"Huh?" The old beggar was taken aback and immediately sat down cross-legged.
Then, smoke began to rise from his head, and he quickly finished.
"Oh dear, what a waste."
The old beggar looked annoyed: "Why didn't you say so earlier? I wasted half of my power. What a huge loss! Don't you understand how difficult it is to increase your power even a little bit?"
Su Ming smiled without saying a word, and asked in return, "With your extraordinary martial arts skills, why don't you fight against the Japanese and save the country? You could organize a group of powerful martial artists to save the common people, right?"
The old beggar fell silent for a long time before sighing, "You came down from heaven and don't know the situation on earth. Although I am extraordinary and saintly, I am not the only one like you."
"Moreover, there are many legendary powerhouses like me abroad, each with their own rules, and once they join the war, they will join the war."
"The martial arts world actually has its own resistance. As for ordinary people, there's nothing we can do. We can only rely on ordinary people to unite as one and work together to create a greater China in blood and fire."
The old beggar's words enlightened Su Ming.
Yes, our ancestors fought bloody battles against the enemy with their flesh and blood and indomitable spirit, and through repeated baptisms of blood and fire, they created a great motherland.
All hardships are merely tests for rebirth from the ashes.
But he hoped for less suffering.
“You’re from above, you can kill as you please, but we can’t.”
The old beggar explained with a bitter expression.
It's not that they're unwilling, but their participation would mean bringing in powerful martial artists or extraordinary individuals from abroad and the West.
"understood."
Su Ming nodded slightly; it seemed he hadn't killed enough.
Then we'll wipe out all the other Western superhumans in this world.
"Hiss~~" The old beggar felt a chill for no reason and shivered.
He looked at the person in front of him with awe.
Behind his head was a dazzling golden light, and the swirling purple aura was quite frightening.
"To repay your hospitality, these martial arts manuals are the best things I have, and I'm giving them all to you now."
The old beggar took out a large pile of martial arts manuals and placed them on the table.
Su Ming casually flipped through the book and scanned the martial arts manual inside in no time.
"Alright, if you have nothing else to do, then pass on your martial arts and medical skills."
He threw the manual back.
"In the future, martial arts will gradually decline, and medicine will be suppressed and disintegrated everywhere. You must take the lead and inherit and carry forward these precious things."
"Otherwise, I'll strike you with lightning."
As soon as Su Ming finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.
boom!
A rock nearby was split into pieces, revealing a pit.
Seeing the crackling electricity flashing in the pit, the old beggar shrank back.
He really is a deity descended from above.
"Don't worry, I will definitely pass on martial arts and medicine and carry them forward."
The old beggar hurriedly assured him.
I was hoping to have a carefree life, but now I've been taught a lesson.
Now we have no choice but to do things honestly.
"Very well, I'm leaving."
Su Ming stood up, put the table away, turned around, and took a step, disappearing from the old beggar's sight.
The old beggar only felt relieved after he left.
"Phew, are the gods up there really that easy to talk to?"
The old beggar scratched his head and chuckled, "If I accumulate enough merit, can I also join the ranks of the immortals?"
"It seems I have a lot to do."
The old beggar muttered to himself, then got up and left.
Next, he will look for suitable successors to pass on his martial arts and medicine skills.
Medicine and martial arts are inseparable, and their inheritance must not be interrupted.
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We said goodbye to the old beggar.
Su Ming returned to the group, and they continued their journey.
Behind them, Zhao Yumo and the other thirteen women followed silently.
Along the way, they encountered many bandits and robbers, and even some Japanese soldiers were easily wiped out by them.
Not long after, the group returned to Shanghai.
As soon as he returned, Su Ming started assigning tasks.
Large quantities of supplies were transported to the anti-Japanese forces, one batch after another.
They formed caravans and began robbing Japanese cargo ships and even warships.
Su Ming led the Tongzhou Society in actively resisting the Japanese, punishing the wicked and eliminating evil, and saving the people from suffering.
Ah Xing and Fire Cloud Evil God were often sent out to assassinate Japanese officers and the like.
Large-scale mechanical legions no longer exist.
They simply guarded the two cities, which were positioned to support each other from afar, and no matter how many Japanese soldiers came, they were all wiped out.
Over time, the Japanese soldiers dared not set foot in these two places.
As the nationwide resistance against Japan intensified day by day, the Japanese invaders finally could not withstand the offensive.
time flies.
Several years have passed in the blink of an eye.
September 6, 1945 arrived in the blink of an eye.
That day, Su Ming looked towards the Japanese devils.
"Here he comes."
Su Ming, looking excited, muttered, "The Americans are so stingy, they only dropped two mushroom bombs. How is that enough for the Japanese?"
"If you're going to throw them away, throw away a lot."
He chuckled, then leaped into the air and flew towards the island nation.
Today is a good day.
The Americans sent the Japanese two mushroom bombs.
His purpose in going there this time was to deliver a few more mushroom bombs to the Japanese soldiers so they could have a taste of them.
Two are not enough; we need more than a dozen.
Soon after, Su Ming arrived over the Japanese island nation.
Just then, a bomber roared past.
The targets were Nagasaki and Hiroshima.
"A hydrogen mushroom bomb will be dropped on Tokyo."
“One from other cities.”
As Su Ming spoke, he took out one mushroom bomb after another.
One after another, they dropped a mushroom bomb on major cities like Tokyo.
Boom~!
In an instant, the island nation was enveloped by the sun.
Suns burst forth from the ground, warmly enveloping the island nation.
The Japanese devils from the island nation were completely reduced to ashes under the enthusiastic embrace of that mushroom.
Mushroom clouds rose into the sky.
The whole world was shocked.
The Americans were completely baffled.
"What?"
"Did we place this here?"
The bombardier was completely dumbfounded as he watched the brilliant suns erupt.
Then mushroom clouds rose up, leaving everyone bewildered.
Did they throw this?
"It seems so, doesn't it?"
The bomber pilot wiped his brow and chuckled.
That's right, it was them who cast the ball.
After all, who else besides the Americans has such a super weapon?
The whole world believes that the Americans did it.
The island nation was bombed by more than a dozen mushroom bombs, and earthquakes and tsunamis continued to ravage it.
In the end, the Japanese had no choice but to surrender.
How can we fight when our homes have been blown to bits?
The Japanese announced their unconditional surrender.
Actually, whether we surrender or not doesn't matter anymore.
Because there were basically not many Japanese soldiers left.
The war was won.
Su Ming then ordered the mechanical legions stationed in the two cities to retreat.
Before leaving, he handed the city over to the unit he had already contacted.
And so, Su Ming gracefully withdrew from public life.
They quietly entered Hong Kong Island with the Tongzhou Society.