In the following period, Zhao Ya and Zhao Yajun returned to China and watched the entire process of the Japanese invasion of China.

Because of the superiority of the Japanese army's equipment and training, the Kuomintang army was powerless to resist, and only by piling up human lives could the Japanese army's advance be stopped.

The hot-blooded young man threw his head and spilled his blood, but unfortunately the Japanese troops were still approaching Nanjing, the capital of the Nationalist Government, day by day.

December 12, 1937, at 4 p.m.

Zhao Yajun and Zhao Ya stood on the wall of Nanjing City, watching the smoke of gunfire rise dozens of miles away, and the Japanese army was about to break through the last defensive circle.

However, the commanders of the Nationalist Government withdrew ahead of schedule, leaving the entire city of Nanjing, and nearly a million people who did not leave.

Most of these people also believed in the promise of the National Government that the capital could not be abandoned.

But in fact, anyone with a discerning eye knows that the fall of Nanjing was only in the morning and night, and no one could stop the iron hooves of the Japanese army.

"Finally want me to make a move, it's been more than a year to suffocate me." Zhao Yajun said eagerly.

In fact, when he came back from Japan, he was always worried that he would not be able to kill the killer when the time came, although he kept saying that he would kill Japanese devils, but Zhao Yajun, who had never killed a chicken since he was a child, had no problem killing people in the game or lust in his mind, but he really had to face such a cruel reality, and he was indeed a little powerless.

However, the experience of watching the war in China in the past year, the death and amputation, and all kinds of cruel and ruthless scenes, made him change from the initial discomfort to a staunch anti-war member.

And in the face of the endless killing of the Japanese army, he can only choose to counter violence with violence, that is to say, Zhao Yajun's blood has been ignited, and he is no longer an angry youth who can only shout verbally.

"Uncle, you've never really killed anyone, what else do you need me to help you with?" Zhao Ya asked with a smile.

"No need, the three superhuman states you gave me, don't talk about these little Japanese devils, even if aliens are coming, I'm not afraid." Zhao Yajun said confidently.

According to the ability that Zhao Ya said before, Zhao Yajun's soul body has undergone three superhuman state transformations, the first is the warrior state, which has ten times the ability of ordinary people's physique strength speed, this is a super soldier beyond the scope of human beings, or a terminator from the future.

The second is the Assassin state, where the body is blurred and invisible, and has the ability to teleport.

The third item is the BOSS state, the body is hundreds of times huge, becoming a ten-meter-tall steel giant, a humanoid Titan mecha, this state is countless times more powerful than the first one, and it can completely fight against space battleships.

In order not to let Zhao Yajun be too casual, Zhao Ya set limits for these three states, the first state can last 24 hours, the second state can last 8 hours, and the third state can last 1 hour.

Zhao Yajun only tested the first layer, and thought that he could sweep the Japanese army, and with ten times his physique, ordinary bullets could not even hurt him. And he can punch through the wall with a casual punch, easily break through the four-second mark in 100 meters, and it is not a problem to jump four or five meters at a time.

"Uncle, I'll give you a total of three days, and then we'll be back in the Overworld." Zhao Ya said.

"Okay, that's enough, these three days are enough for me to send Japan back to my hometown." Zhao Yajun said, glanced at his niece, and asked, "Xiaoya, won't you kill some Japanese devils with me?" ”

Zhao Ya didn't answer, but said lightly: "Uncle, before you officially enter the battlefield, you have to answer me two questions." ”

"What questions, you ask." Zhao Yajun was mentally prepared.

"What do you think is a nation?"

"The nation is the ......" Zhao Yajun frowned, then thought for a while before saying: "The country and the nation should be one, and my understanding is that there are ethnic groups with the same concept." ”

"That's pretty much what it means, in many cases, the nation can unite people's hearts, but more often than not, the nation will be used by some people with ulterior motives and become the bane of troubled times." Zhao Ya said.

"Xiaoya, I also agree with what you said, but I don't see it as thoroughly as you see, I just feel that my nation has been bullied, so I have to fight back, right?" Zhao Yajun said with a smile.

He has some prejudice and hostility towards Japanese culture and nations, but he can still accept Zhao Ya's words, that is, human beings have common characteristics, and they are not different because of a certain nation.

Japan's invasion of China and Germany's Nazis were both outbreaks of narrow-minded nationalism, and the idea of righteously harming other nations for the sake of their own national interests is anti-human.

"According to the law of development, from the smallest individual, then family, clan, nation, state, all mankind, all living beings, civilization is extended from the individual to the whole group, which is also the characteristic of the reproduction and expansion of civilization." Zhao Ya didn't want to talk too much about ethnic issues, but seeing that Zhao Yajun was about to participate in the Nanjing incident, she still hoped that her uncle could control her rationality and not kill too much.

"Xiaoya, what you said is too complicated, if you have any requirements, just say it." Zhao Yajun said impatiently.

"Uncle, the second question, who do you think should be killed and who should not be killed?"

"This ......" Zhao Yajun pondered for a moment and said: "The Japanese who do it to civilians should be killed." ”

"Uncle, I don't have any requirements, as for what to do, it's up to you to choose." Zhao Ya nodded.

"Xiaoya, the little devil has entered the city, and I will go down to kill the devil." Zhao Yajun saw that the Japanese army had begun to enter the city, so he couldn't bear to walk quickly towards the city wall.

The experience of more than a year has changed Zhao Yajun a lot, and he felt deeply aggrieved when he saw that the Japanese had been beating the troops of the Nationalist Army by virtue of their superiority in weapons. Those soldiers who defended their homes and the country issued their last cry and wanted to die together, which deeply infected Zhao Yajun.

Although he knew that this was all history, that it was all in the past, but he wanted to change it once, even if it was just a game, and he wanted to be a part of it.

Now, having the three states that his niece gave him, he joined the battlefield in a completely non-human situation, which made Zhao Yajun feel very excited like never before.

Because there are three days, and each state has a time limit, Zhao Yajun did not start the state immediately, but trotted all the way through the streets of the city.

Along the way, he saw a lot of chaotic national routs, who were fleeing into the streets of the city with their armor thrown away, blending in with the fleeing crowd, trying to hide their identities and survive.

This made Zhao Yajun sigh in his heart, the Japanese army would definitely carry out a civilian massacre, and I am afraid that none of these routs who fled into the crowd would be able to escape.

However, what made Zhao Yajun a little strange was that the poor people in rags on the side of the streets did not seem to be very afraid of the Japanese army that was about to enter the city.

An old man with gorgeous hair still twisted his body and danced and shouted, "The imperial army has food to eat when it comes, and the imperial army has a house to live in the city." ”