Chapter 47: Time is running out for the Japanese team! (Chinese National Football Team storyline)

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind~"
"How loud and clear the song of victory rings~"
A sea of red surged continuously.
The entire Tianhe Stadium was ignited by a fierce, scorching emotion.
An ecstasy so supreme that it seemed to render the roaring cheers completely silent.
Photographers frantically pressed their shutters, striving to capture the moment: the Chinese teenager slowly finishing his shooting stance, and the Japanese goalkeeper kneeling on both knees.
The commentator's voice trembled, tinged with a slight sob:
"We have equalized!"

After deliberating for days and nights, Xiao Dinglin and the others ultimately decided to send Wu Yongfu to search the Eagle Beak Ridge prisoner of war camp. Once Wu Gang was found inside, the rescue operation would become much simpler.
In Daohua Village, Eighth Route Army soldiers and villagers bustled about busily, packing their belongings and preparing to evacuate.
The two sides engaged in a relationship of mutual benefit and reciprocity. Wealthy mercantile families used soul coins and soul crystals to gain the protection of major factions, and could even place their talented younger generations into official posts within those factions. Thus, the network of powers and relations in Linhai Commandery was exceptionally complex.

Shuichi Nanno's armored corps rapidly pivoted their gun barrels, aiming at the Eighth Route Army's flank positions, and decisively opened fire.
Amidst a chase that spanned a million miles in the blink of an eye, Xiao Lin entered a bizarre and eerie region.
The fabric across Lin Dongxie's back was torn to shreds, and the resilient soul armor beneath his clothes emitted a groan of unbearable torment.
After Xia Ke'er finished singing, the audience did not react as they usually did. Instead, they remained stunned for a few seconds, only beginning to applaud after she bowed and left the stage.
The ancient secret realm trembled once more, and the great gate at the edge of Ask-Heaven City slowly closed again. Originally, there had been a single thread capable of pulling them through, but once the gates shut tightly, the remnants of the demon race lost their connection, sealing them away within once more.

Zhao Xuanxin sneered coldly, pointing outward with his wooden staff as a streak of white-jade true Qi transformed into the shape of a dragon, lunging toward the direction of the blade Qi.
A few seconds later, I released Qin Xue, took a deep breath, and felt the tension in my heart dissipate slightly as a surge of heroic spirit rose within me.
At this moment, Cadole and Balden were listening to the report from the commander of the Hanoi Division. It had taken them a day to capture the Snow Wolf Stronghold, but the majority of the stronghold's defenders had broken through the siege and escaped. Only about half had been eliminated, and the Snow Wolf Stronghold had already been burned and blown to ruins, while their troops were now conducting mopping-up operations in the mountains.
Within mere minutes, Mrs. Xu pushed open the door and walked in, quite accustomed to seeing her still asleep well into midday.

In the grand hall of the Snow City Royal Palace, the high-ranking military and political officials of the Southern Han were seated orderly on both sides. Xue Ru looked at this array and felt a slight urge to smile. Zhou Tingru, the special advisor of the Southern Han, was a Chinese citizen who had immigrated from the mainland decades ago. Having lived there for decades, he remained somewhat pedantic, conservative, and imbued with Greater Han nationalist thoughts.
Qin Muyang did not take her to some remote and quiet place, but rather to a quite famous restaurant in the downtown area.

Lin Tian felt somewhat puzzled. Ever since he was saved and acquainted with Lin Dali, he always felt that the latter's behavior was somewhat strange.
Su Mu immediately shot forward like an arrow released from a string, wedging herself between a cluster of grandpas and grandmas as she rushed inside.
Zou Huanzhang heaved a sigh of relief; it turned out to be merely a reconnaissance plane. Facing such a reconnaissance plane, the ground troops were entirely helpless, forced to simply watch it swagger across the sky on a scouting run, each of them wearing an expression of utter helplessness.
A lingering wave of dread in my heart, combined with the sound of rain outside the window, made me feel goosebumps rise all over my skin.
Although Director Zhao still maintained a stern demeanor, a distinct smile lingered on his face, and the crow's feet crinkling around his eyes carried a tranquil fulfillment capable of piercing through the passage of time.
Han Huaiyi looked at Chang Xing with a grievance-laden gaze. "Didn't I just tell you that not even one person in a hundred can learn alchemy? Since the two of us happen to have one who can, what do you think—can I or can I not?"
"Swish!" At that moment, a streak of sword Qi erupted, piercing through the head of that Japanese powerhouse in the blink of an eye. The Japanese powerhouse died instantly, his corpse plunging into the ocean. Just a second ago he had been speaking, and the next he was nothing more than a dead body.