"Dong dong dong—"
Amidst the deafening sound of war drums, the intense sounds of slaughter ceaselessly echoed.
The great war between Japan and the Central Province grew bloodier by the day. By early May, at least nearly a hundred thousand had tragically died on both sides, with countless others injured.
However, as Japan used captives as meat shields and vanguards, the real casualties among the Japanese were less than three percent.
This war, rather than being a war between Japan and the Central Plains, was more of an internal slaughter within the Central Plains. Japan shifted the majority of its battle losses onto the Central Plains people, significantly reducing its own casualty ratio.
"Hahaha, fight to your heart's content."
On the Japanese side, Suzan Ming Venerate sat high in the sky, the black light flickering in his eyes, absorbing and refining the killing and death qi from the battlefield into his own fierce energy.
