Li Yunlong and his entire Independent Regiment crash headlong into Journey to the West.
No System, no golden finger, just two thousand lives and a limited supply of ammunition that can never be replenished once it's gone.
They are stunned by their first battle: machine-gun rounds spark against the monsters, failing to break even their skin. In a single clash, half a company is lost.
“Commander,” Wei the Monk asks, blood bubbling from the hole in his chest, “what the hell... are we even fighting people?”
Li Yunlong looks at the bodies of his men strewn across the ground, then at this absurd world where gods and Buddhas fill the skies and monsters feast on people. A fire slowly kindles in his eyes.
Fine. I know how to fight battles that aren't against people, too.
Sun Wukong crouches atop the Somersault Cloud, looking down at these foolish mortals. “You lot? You think you can change the laws of Heaven?”
“That's right. Us.” Li Yunlong loads his gun. “We'll do it the mortal way.”
And so
The Black Bear Spirit faces combat engineering and precision demolition.
The Yellow Wind Monster's Samadhi Divine Wind is met head-on with a dry-ice fire extinguisher.
The Gold and Silver Horn Kings' Purple Gold Gourd has its circuitry fried by a high-powered jamming speaker.
The million demon soldiers of Lion Camel Ridge face modern combined-arms tactics: flanking maneuvers, dividing the enemy, and surrounding a target to lure out its reinforcements.
As a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers descend and the Four Heavenly Kings tower over the battlefield, Li Yunlong opens the last bottle of sweet-potato liquor at the front lines.
“Brothers, are you afraid?”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“Because our Independent Regiment, ”
“Where our sword points, gods and Buddhas give way!”
