Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 90 Ambush Hundred Ghosts
"Adjust the three scales, shoot on the back, and fire three times!"

Frank gave an order, and the twelve gunners all dropped the shells in their hands.

Bang bang bang...!
The sound of the cannons being ejected rang out in unison...

The ear-piercing sound of cannons resounded in mid-air, and then in the depths of the distant forest, bursts of rumbling explosions sounded.

Before hearing the roar of the cannon, the twelve gunners took another shell from their side in a quick and steady posture.

Load, launch.

In 2 minutes, three rounds of shelling, a base of 120 shells were all poured out.

After shooting out all the shells he was carrying, Frank directly ordered the guns to be abandoned. All the soldiers put on night vision goggles, checked the equipment in their hands, and loaded the bullets.

More than a dozen lines of gray-white smoke guided them to the depths of the forest.

…………

"idiot!"

Hearing the sound of the artillery stopped, Murakami, who had huddled in a hole in a big tree to avoid the shelling, crawled out of the hole.

The broken wooden house, the flames soaring into the sky, howling everywhere, and the men who suffered heavy casualties.

Seeing this devastated scene, Murakami cursed incompetently and slashed at the big tree beside him with his knife.

A big tree as thick as a person's arms was cut into by a third with a single knife.

"Baga, come here, go and see if Botu and the others are still alive?"

Pulling out his long sword, Murakami angrily pointed at the wooden house that had been blown into a deep pit with his samurai sword and shouted.

Murakami's roar echoed in this training base. Except for the crackling sound of burning trees, even the air in the whole base was abnormally quiet.

A few black-clothed ninjas who survived the aftermath of the explosion stayed where they were, as if they hadn't heard Murakami's words.

"idiot!"

Murakami held the knife and swung it angrily. The head of the ninja in black who was closest to him was cut off by him.

A fountain of blood gushed out from the black-clothed ninja's neck, but after the black-clothed ninja's head was cut off, he still stood upright on the spot.

Before Murakami came back to his senses, the heads of several black-clothed ninjas around him turned [-] degrees, their faces were ashen, and they looked straight at him.

.........

"Puff puff"

A group of more than 30 people walked in the dense forest in groups of three and three, and the distance between each group was less than three meters.

In the quiet environment, no one spoke, only the sound of military boots stepping on dead leaves could be heard.

At the forefront of the team, a cloud of gray-white smoke suddenly drifted towards a big tree.

Without any hesitation, the three clearing soldiers raised their guns and fired.

The sound of the suppressed carbine echoed in the forest, and immediately after the trunk of the big tree, several streams of blood gushed out like weak flowing water.

Walking to the side of the big tree, a soldier raised his foot and kicked it, and the bark of a man-tall tree fell sideways, revealing the black-clothed ninja who was almost smashed into a sieve behind him.

A soldier leaned over to check the things on the ninja in black, and after taking out a communicator, he gestured OK to his companion.

A group of people continue to move forward.

The dense jungle is full of fallen leaves. Because there is no sunshine all year round, only the top layer of the accumulated leaves here is dry, and the underground is moist, which nourishes a large number of mosquitoes and grasshoppers.

The military boots stepped on them, and more than half of them could sink in. Walking in this environment, the group had to guard against sneak attacks from the ninjas stationed by the Hand.

"stop!"

The three soldiers who opened the way silently made a stop gesture.

The sound of rustling leaves suddenly stopped.

The black-clothed ninja curled up under the leaves couldn't help moving his ears.

Resisting the urge to observe with the probe, he adjusted his breathing and tried to avoid making noise.

What he didn't expect was that above the leaves he covered layer by layer, a cloud of gray-white smoke kept circling.

This cloud of gray-white smoke seems to be afraid that others will not see clearly, so it deliberately conjures a downward-pointing gray-white fog arrow.

"Puff puff puff..."

Without any words, the three soldiers who led the way raised their guns together.

There was no sound from the pile of leaves, but the leaves on the top layer were also soaked by the oozing blood.

.........

Along the way, Frank saw all kinds of assassination methods used by the Hand ninjas.

Some hide in the bark and disguise themselves as trees, some lurk in the water with hollow reeds, and some lie on treetops and disguise themselves as branches.

Some camouflage methods, if not for the guidance of the undead, even he would not be able to distinguish them.

But there are more than a dozen fierce undead. These ambush ninjas are like street lights in the dark, and it is useless to hide them.

After walking for more than three miles, Frank and the others cleared seven waves of ambushes, only to see a camouflaged wooden house.

"It should be here!" Frank raised his hand and made a tactical move.

A group of soldiers bowed down one after another and touched the front.

"no one!"

"Still no one!"

After passing four or five wooden houses in a row, all the wooden houses were empty, and there was no one in sight.

The last group of people finally came to an empty training field, with crackling and burning trees, ruined wooden houses, and dense gunpowder smoke in the air.

Let Frank and the others realize that they have come to the shelling center.

At this moment, the scene here was in a mess.

More than a dozen black-clothed ninjas were lying on the ground in a haphazard manner, their bodies were covered with wounds from knives, and several heads rolled four or five meters away.

Around the corpse, a middle-aged man in a kimono kept slashing and killing around with a knife.

His hoarse expression, and every knife he swung vigorously, seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Even the two wooden clogs he was stepping on had gone to nowhere.

But in the eyes of the soldiers, the action of the middle-aged man seemed to be slashing the surrounding air like crazy.

Frank held the small flag in his hand, and he clearly saw the real scene around Murakami and him.

Murakami's body was covered with at least six fierce undead,

One rode on his back and whispered in his ear.Two grabbed his feet, and two grabbed his hands.

Another one covered his eyes.

Murakami couldn't see these things, but he could feel his body getting weaker and weaker. He swung the knife desperately, mobilizing all the blood in his body.

The abundant yang energy in his body did burn away a few vicious souls, but there were hundreds of vicious souls around him.

One was forced to retreat, and two more rushed forward.

The qi and blood qi of Murakami's body faded little by little with the passage of time and energy.

Finally, Murakami's feet softened, and the samurai sword in his hand fell aside under the loss of strength.

The next moment, hundreds of undead souls who saw the opportunity swarmed up.

Hundreds of gray-white smoke flooded the village.

In the misty white mist, there was a sound of sucking Yunyang Qi and eating flesh and blood, mixed with sinister ghostly laughter. .

When the gray smoke dissipated, only a gnawed bone was left on the grass.

(End of this chapter)