I Have A Martial Dao World-Chapter 374 . Situation

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The essence of this war was nothing more than a group of robbers falling out over an uneven split of the loot.

The closely watched Western Front was like a game of greedy snakes, with both sides frantically digging earth while trying to encircle the other.

And so they dug from the Swiss mountainsides all the way to the Belgian seaside, creating two trenches stretching over 500 kilometers, plunging into a trench warfare that drove soldiers to the brink of insanity and death.

Over the years, from poison gas to flamethrowers, from tanks to machine guns, the weapons of killing had been updated multiple times.

The casualties caused were increasingly severe day by day, to the extent that the gauze for wrapping corpses had to be imported from the Shun Dynasty, leading to a boom in the textile industry.

The prolonged trench warfare had already filled ordinary soldiers with extreme loathing.

At this point on the Western Front, today was "Christmas Eve".

In the festival atmosphere, the rumbling sound of artillery fire seemed to have paused for the rare moment. The smell of gunpowder dispersed, and sunlight, long missed, poured down.

Private Smith decided to make himself a decent dinner as a treat.

He pulled out his folding knife and cut a 1/3 piece of jerky, its original color indiscernible, into a sooty metal lunchbox, then carefully stored the rest away.

He then took out a cherished small piece of carrot and added it to the box, poured in water from his canteen, and all that was left was to wait.

The tiny flame licked at the lunchbox, and in a short while, the aroma of the food wafted out.

Smith placed his hands on his chest in a triangular symbol, said a prayer, and then ate his rare feast with biscuits until the lunchbox was so clean it didn't need washing.

Afterward, Smith leaned back in the trench and closed his eyes to rest, recalling the happy life before the war, remembering the gentle body of his wife.

This was his secret to keeping his sanity from spiraling into madness.

He had only been sitting for a short while when a strange noise was carried over by the wind from afar.

Listening intently, it turned out to be countless people singing a song, the language varied but the tune was very familiar—it was "Silent Night".

The song was being sung by the Jiade soldiers in the opposite trench, and before they knew it, those in their own trench also began to sing in their own language.

For a moment, the melodious song echoed in the sky above the battlefield; before he knew it, Smith found his face awash with tears.

But suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the air! Everyone immediately grabbed their guns and aimed, and the song was replaced by the sound of bullets being chambered, scaring a few rats into running wildly about.

Cautiously peering out from behind cover, they saw a Jiade soldier with a wooden box slowly approaching.

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Someone shouted, "Don't shoot, he's unarmed!"

In the tense atmosphere, the Jiade soldier put down the box and left with his hands raised.

Breathing a sigh of relief, they quickly sent someone to check the box. It was filled with tobacco, raisins, beer, and such—it was actually a holiday gift...

In the distance, a war correspondent captured this scene with his camera.

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At this moment, Lu Yao was looking at this photo through the newspaper; the news headline was "Christmas Eve in the Trenches".

[Soldiers from both sides spontaneously ceased fire during "Epiphany" and exchanged gifts according to tradition]

Lu Yao understood immediately: the powers engrossed in high-intensity warfare could no longer persist. Especially the lower-ranking soldiers, who were on the verge of eruption.

The newspapers thought the same. Every paper featured numerous commentators analyzing and unanimously agreeing that Jiade was on its last legs.

After the battles of "Verdun", "Somme River", and the summer offensive, Jiade's downfall was only a matter of time.

Even well-informed sources claimed that Kaiser Wilhelm II had already written a letter of surrender to Empress Catherine.

The warring powers, whose ruling classes had long become relatives through countless alliances by marriage, were fighting a life-and-death struggle; in plain terms, it was a brawl among relatives.

Lu Yao was not surprised by this and knew that once the powers freed up their hands, it would be the end for the Shun Dynasty.

The powers, having suffered heavy casualties and massive losses, would surely seek to replenish their blood by feeding on the Shun Dynasty.

Lu Yao put down the newspaper and started his cultivation anxiously once again.

All else is illusory, only power secures absolute safety!

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In the following days, he devoted himself to training, oblivious to the world outside.

Lu Yao's schedule was packed full.

It was either body forging or Spirit Refinement, and if he had a bit of free time, he helped his family with massages, as well as the newest shortcut—possession to assist in cultivation~

The one often enjoying this treatment currently was Liao Qe; Lu Yao directly possessed her with his Divine Soul, using his own experience to smooth out the path and show the way for the young girl.

It only took one week for him to elevate Liao Qe to Internal Breath Burning.

Liao Ya was infuriated to the core, having diligently studied and practiced just to get ahead, only to have her sister effortlessly catch up through cheating!

Thus, she and Li Pei kept pestering Lu Yao for assistance, and upon trying, they exclaimed in surprise at the remarkable effects!

Lu Yao was an experienced individual, and he possessed the cultivation of the Out-of-Body realm; being possessed by him for training definitely brought immense benefits.

In this manner, Lu Yao's days were extremely full and hectic, keeping him constantly busy.

Actually, he could completely sacrifice his nightly entertainment, and he wouldn't have to live so tiresomely.

But Lu Yao would never give up this most supreme of pleasures. And even if he was willing, the three sisters who had once tasted it would not agree.

Female martial artists possess desires that far exceed those of ordinary women, so much so that even the most bashful Liao Ya would pull her junior brother aside during the day to steal a moment of passion.

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At the moment, Lu Yao was in the room fussing over his senior sister with a critical eye.

Half an hour later, Liao Ya stood on the ground, trembling in her thighs, and said with great embarrassment:

"Sigh, junior brother... I don't even know what's gotten into me."

Originally, she had just come to consult her junior brother about issues on the Martial Path, but after a few words, it turned into this. And it was she who had initiated it...

She said shyly, looking down: "Junior brother, you mustn't laugh at me."

"How could I, senior sister? I'm too happy to do that. By the way, what did you want to ask me?"

Liao Ya, stifling her embarrassment, said: "It's about the matter of forty-four matched teeth..."

"Oh, oh, let me explain~"

Lu Yao, drawing from his own experience, began to clarify for his senior sister.

As she listened, Liao Ya blushed while helping him clean his body.

After getting the answers she needed, she ran off without looking back.

Lu Yao watched the retreating figure of the beautiful woman and couldn't help but smile.

Having such a wonderful senior sister, truly, he wouldn't trade her for an immortal.

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While Lu Yao was enjoying himself, the western front was facing an unusual day.

Recently, rumors that the war was about to end were flying everywhere, filling countless ordinary soldiers with joy and excitement.

Private Smith also firmly believed that it was true! The allies of Jiade were utterly defeated and disintegrated; he would be able to go home soon...

As everyone relished in their high spirits, nobody noticed when a thick fog had enshrouded the battlefield, reducing visibility to less than 10 meters.

Suddenly, a piercing whistle sounded, and the soldiers quickly grabbed their weapons and loaded them; machine guns and cannons were also made ready.

"Have the Jiade people come up with a new weapon?"

"Not sure, they've been quiet for many days now, I thought they were about to surrender."

The soldiers whispered among themselves, their chatter easing the tension they felt.

The next second, vague silhouettes appeared within the dense fog.

These were definitely the enemy, and without a word, the soldiers began to fire!

Bullets of various calibers carried the high temperature of discharge, turning into lines of red as they shot through the fog and pierced the bodies of their enemies.

But these figures weren't much affected and continued to advance.

Soon, the two sides came face to face.

Private Smith couldn't help letting out a pitch-changed cry of shock upon seeing the enemy's appearance.

These "people" were all zombies, black blood oozing from their seven orifices.

"They're the undead!"

"The Jiade people have resurrected the corpses!"

"Quick, aim for their heads!"

Being part of a world beyond the ordinary, many low-ranking officers were somewhat knowledgeable and chose the right action immediately.

But looking over the entire battlefield, one would see that there were millions of these zombies, pouring forward like waves into the trenches.

All the soldiers who had died since the start of the war were now being awakened!