lethal arsenal

Chapter 306 Confidential
Hami City under the starry night is lined with military tents.

Zuo Zongtang was so angry that his face was livid. The army had already camped here. The three armies had joined forces. Xu Songshan, the admiral of Shu, and Zhang Yingri, the Yuzhou regiment's trainer, and soldiers, horses, and supplies had all gathered here.

But there was no news from Lin Dong yet.

More than half of the seven-day appointment has passed.

As soon as the two main forces arrived, Zuo Zongtang issued two orders. One was to have Xu Songshan's troops strictly guard the line from Barkol to Gumu to prevent the demon army from fleeing north. (Although there was an earth-shaking explosion, Zuo Zongtang did not know the situation at Gu Mu yet.)
The second order was for Zhang Yingri to stick to the front line of Hami to prevent the zombie legions of the two brothers, White Flame Tiger and White Flame Dragon from the east, from invading eastward.

After the Jinshun troops garrisoned at the Qimusha front line and Lin Dong, who had investigated the situation of Gu Mu, returned, Zuo Zongtang could order the entire army to attack Cheshi City from the north.

In order to attack from Hami to Cheshi City where Baiyanhu and Baiyanlong are stationed, the entire army must advance about 1000 kilometers.

At least a thousand kilometers of it are desert terrain, which means that water supply is very difficult.

Among the continuous desert and sand dunes, there are some springs in a few places. The water can be released at one time. According to the local guide, it can provide drinking water for a thousand people at one time.

After drinking once, it will take more than ten days for the spring water to come out for the second time.

In addition, springs are often guarded by strange beasts, monsters, and even weird legendary creatures in the desert.

If the special operations force headed by Lin Dong is here, it can greatly reduce the pressure on supplies.

It is still late March or early April. The cold wind howling at night in the desert can bring the temperature to minus ten degrees Celsius.

Marching in the wilderness for a month is like walking through hell for ordinary soldiers.

If we encounter another cold wave blowing from Siberia, the consequences are simply unimaginable.

"Why haven't they come back yet?"

In front of the military tent, Zuo Zongtang folded his sleeves and looked at the stars in the sky, judging by the position of the stars whether there would be a cold current in the next few days.

In addition to information on the management of the Western Regions, what Lin Zexu handed over at the beginning also included the "Book of Pros and Cons of the World's Commanderies and Countries", "Outline of Water Courses", "Star Map Album" and so on.

The two were mentors and friends of each other, but it was a pity that Duke Lin died of illness on his way to take charge of Guangxi Prefecture and the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

It is a great pity that Zuo Zongtang loses another old friend in his life.

"Jinshun, the scouting team, haven't you received any news yet?"

After Zuo Zongtang investigated the celestial phenomena, he couldn't help but ask again.

The Che Division battle was the most important battle in the northern part of the Western Region, and he did not want to go astray at any step.

Jin Shun, the officer who had been guarding Zuo Zongtang, said respectfully: "Commander, I have sent six or seven scouts, but... there is no news from Lin Shaobao."

Zuo Zongtang frowned.

The three armies have been reunited and cannot be delayed any longer. Every extra day spent in Hami will consume tens of thousands of loads of military rations.

Judging from the celestial phenomena in the next few days, it should be very good and suitable for marching.

"Mr. Tong, what do you think? There is also the big explosion two days ago."

Zuo Zongtang asked again.

Tong Hu shook his head. There was nothing he could detect in the long yellow sand and the vast desert as a martial artist without practicing Shinto methods.

"The power of heaven is vast and unpredictable, and I can't see any clues about it."

Zuo Zongtang heard this, thought for a moment, and nodded: "That's right, the north and south of the Western Region are nearly 200 million miles away, and there are still ghosts and gods that have not dissipated. It is not uncommon for some strange things to happen."

"Maybe it's the ancient god's trick."

Yang Wudi, who was squatting on a dry old tree, spoke up.

"The warrior's Qi and bloodline are strong, but they are not yet able to influence the world with every move."

"Only Lin Yuanjue, a master of both divine and martial arts, has reached an extremely high level. Previously on the mountain, I saw him with one punch, engulfing the energy of the mountain, with a volley of fire dragons, cutting through the dark clouds and thunder, and his boxing practice reached an unbelievable level. The level is comparable to that of a living god.”

Yang Wudi still had lingering fear in his heart.

These words also made Zuo Zongtang feel a little relieved.

"You're right, Lin Yuanjue is indeed the most brave in the world. In that case..."

Zuo Zongtang stroked his beard and said, "Our army will break camp first. We don't have to wait any longer. We will set off at dawn..."

"Things are urgent, not slow."

"The war must begin before May, and a decisive victory must be achieved by June at the latest. The entire northern territory of the Western Region must be recovered by the end of June. Otherwise, there will be insufficient food and grass, and the soldiers' morale will be dampened, and the entire situation will be difficult. The imperial court will no longer be able to support it. Such a huge military expenditure. Besides, Yili City is still in the hands of Rakshasa, so we are slow to move. How can we negotiate with them? How can we show our national prestige?"

Zuo Zongtang murmured.

Agubai could be a small warlord leader of the Kokand Khanate in Central Asia and become the lord of seven cities controlling more than 100 million miles of land. How can he be considered a weakling?

In Rakshasa, the empire on which the sun never sets, Osman repeatedly jumps between each other, suppresses body poison, and even threatens Rakshasa. How can it be easily dealt with?
Moreover, many gods in the Western Regions may not be of the same mind as the Central Plains, and there is also the Peacock King Sect that is obstructing them. Once trapped here, the Qing court will be directly drained and dragged down, and the huge empire will be completely torn apart inadvertently.

The Qing court has unified its forces, but there are still great powers watching from the side. Once there is civil strife again... the consequences are unimaginable.

Zuo Zongtang glanced at several people and made a decision immediately.

Tong Hu, Yang Wudi is not familiar with military affairs, so he will not ask.

Jin Shun thought that this move was a bit too risky. After all, the situation on the Che Master's side was not clear, and even the ancient Mu city was now a mystery.

Jin Shun deliberately intended to give a few words of advice.

At this moment, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the camp. Slight moans, panicked footsteps, and roars calling for doctors were intertwined together, making it particularly noisy.

"Who is making noise?"

Tong Hu strode over to see what was going on. As soon as he pushed the soldier in front away, Tong Hu's eyes froze and his expression became serious.

The soldiers scattered on both sides like a tide, and running out from the middle was a guy whose body was gilded and whose bald head was covered with strange patterns.

Killing the living and the dead, Lin Dong’s signature unit.

During this expedition, half of them were taken out, about fifty.

But only twelve or three people came back, with broken hands, broken legs, blind eyes, half of the body, and even the double swordsman was missing an arm...

Mr. Yi, the double swordsman, was carrying Zuo Xiaowei on his back, with golden blood flowing from the wounds on his body.

At this time, Zuo Xiaowei's lips were pale, his eyes were slightly opening and closing, and blood was dripping down his arm.

The densely damaged iron pieces of Zuo Xiaowei were evaporated directly below the calf of Zuo Xiaowei's left foot, not cut off, but evaporated.

Such injuries are shocking.

The painful groan was also made by Zuo Xiaowei, who was in a daze... Water, water, Zuo Xiaowei shouted.

The killing pawn possesses some of the power of Lin's verb suffix, but it is not immortal.

In rare cases, he can be transferred to the Prison King's Demon Suppression Palace, allowing Lin Dong to consume part of his divine power to reshape his body.

But at a time when a large number of dead and wounded people were damaged.

Then, there must be some parts that cannot be saved.

For example, some of the pawns killed by the early thunder pool cannot be resurrected.

Nowadays, the same is true for some of the killed pawns swept away by Shebi Zhi's divine power.

Shelong's magical power can completely evaporate most of the killers.

"Where is Lin Shaobao?"

Jinshun came out and asked.

"How could it be like this?"

Zuo Zongtang's heart was filled with anger. When he saw Zuo Xiaowei's appearance, a mouthful of old blood almost spewed out of his throat.

"Master Zuo!"

The double swordsman gritted his teeth.

"The ancient Mu city was reduced to a blood sacrifice. All the people died, there were hordes of demons, and there were countless evil spirits and yakshas. Human heads were used as cups, livers and gallbladders were used as vegetables, blood flowed in the city, and countless corpses were piled on top of each other."

"Under the leadership of the general, our troops fought to the death with the demons. More than fifty brothers broke into the city and burned it with artillery fire."

"The general fought fiercely with the leading snake demon. The snake demon was defeated and summoned the ancient evil god Shebishi..."

"Now, the evil god has been destroyed, and Lord Zuo Xiaowei has also been rescued by the general. As for Lord Xiaokuan, he may wake up soon. As for my general..."

……

With Shelong's magical power, the sandstorm flattened the entire ancient animal husbandry, and the pillars of light soaring into the sky, and the bright mushroom clouds swallowed everything.

The flame dragon that was transformed into Lin Dong's Udumbara Fire was directly evaporated.

The sand turned directly into scorched earth, and a huge crater, two or three stories deep, was dented at the original site of Gumu City, which was enough to shock the world.

In the center of the light pillar, under the terrifying dent, a broken arm suddenly penetrated the rock formation.

Lin Dong stood up, and the hair and clothes on his body completely evaporated.

A bloody hole opened in his chest, but he was still alive!

The squirming flesh sprouts repair the body in the golden blood.At this moment, he was no longer able to maintain the body of the Bull Demon, and the demon patterns intertwined on the surface of the body, which looked like the blue of the starry sky, dimmed.

Big chunks, big chunks of dead skin, pattering on the face.

Lin Dong looked around, and the stones under his feet were still warm.

Lin Dong tried his best to open the Yin soil and took out several high-grade medicines, which were given to him by Lu's twin sisters. They were able to promote blood circulation and muscle growth, and the effect was better than nothing considering Lin Dong's injuries.

Every bone in his body screamed in pain. He endured the pain and swallowed a large amount of medicine before his body regained some strength.

Lin Dong stumbled and climbed to the north of the pit, and dug out Zuo Xiaowei by relying on his sense of connection with the killer.

More than a dozen killers tried their best to protect Zuo Xiaowei, but only two or three died.

The double-swordsman was also in a miserable state, missing an arm.

The other unlucky ghosts were evaporated directly by the power of the supernatural power and could not be resurrected from the underworld.

"Take him back to Mr. Zuo, don't worry about me..."

Lin Dong gave a brief explanation and walked towards the west side of the flattened land. After concentrating for a moment, the [Six Senses of the Frontier] unfolded, and what filled his sight was a big ball of red light.

The war is not over yet.

looked up.

Standing flags and black crowds of people and horses appeared on the edge of the sunken sand.

The sword reflected sunlight.

On the white flag, dragon and tiger intertwined.

Quicksand rolled down.

"Who are you!"

"What happened here? Where is Gumu City?"

On the horse, the purple-skinned officer pointed his silver-white gun and asked suddenly.

White dragon, white tiger, zombie army!
It's not just those who wear Qing Dynasty official uniforms, can't straighten their arms, can't bend their knees, and jump around to be called zombies.

A corpse with excessive resentment, white hair all over the body, eyes as red as cinnabar, fingers like hooks, dressed in cold blue official uniforms, this is a zombie in the Central Plains.

Infinite strength, invulnerable to weapons and weapons, hairless all over the body, and most importantly, the soul is integrated into the flesh and blood, and the face is purple. This is also a fucking zombie, a zombie from the Western Regions.

It was the latter that appeared before Lin Dong's eyes.

As for shortcomings, they are afraid of fire, light and water.

This is what Zuo Zongtang summed up in those years. The yellow flame explosion has a particularly surprising effect on these zombie soldiers.

The gray hoofs of the war horse smashed into the sand and mud.

The entire army consists of hundreds of people, often in groups of three or five, in the shape of an awl.

In the group, the leader carried a big flag on his back and formed a team, holding knives and armor. The knives were like mountains and the armor was like flowing water. The whole team was relaxed and relaxed, and it was very majestic to attack at a glance.

"This is the White Flame Tiger, the elite force under the White Flame Dragon."

Lin Dong recognized the identity of this unit while thinking about it.

The general who was at the front of the attack looked at the strange man standing on the sand pile with a pestle, and ignored him. He immediately flicked his arm and fired the big gun towards Lin Dong like a meteor.

Lin Dong's situation at the moment was not good. He had already exited the state of divine power and power, but it was definitely not something that a few minions could deal with.

"Xiaohu, don't worry."

Attacking the camp first, the adjutant shouted.

"Little tiger?"

Lin Dong's original intention was to punch through the opponent's head, but when he heard the name Xiaohu, his hand changed direction.

Catching the White Flame Tiger alive is obviously better than bringing back a corpse.

The veins on the general's neck popped out, and the weird man held the silver spear out with his fist. The big spear pressed out an incredible arc. This man was quite experienced. He kicked off his stirrup and pulled up his body. , it is necessary to relieve the pressure.

however……

Lin Dong laughed loudly, exerted force on his wrist, and the half-bent spear shaft was broken directly from the middle. With a bang, the huge force caused the sharp spear tip to bounce high, and the remaining energy also knocked people away. He flew straight to the horse's feet.

The silver-white spearhead jumped up and flew out at an angle, directly killing an adjutant wearing armor with a purple-black face on the spot.

The spearhead pierced the skull and was mostly engulfed, but the blood was sparse. The adjutant fell heavily off his horse.

"not dead?"

Lin Dong frowned, ordinary people under Zuo Zongtang's command, even Danjin level warriors, received this blow from him, most of their heads were broken, and their lives were lost.

These zombie soldiers still have some remaining strength, and their vitality is really stubborn.

"kill him."

The general who attacked the camp first, holding a broken spear, climbed up from the ground and shouted, his sharp nails pinching marks on the half of the spear.

"Are you the White Flame Tiger?"

Lin Dong asked quickly.

"Hmph, who do you care about me?"

The general yelled.

Lin Dong felt angry and changed his mind. He stepped on the ground and jumped up. The gravel and sand under his feet suddenly collapsed.

These zombie soldiers were standing on the edge of the mound...

When Lin Dong exerted force, large pieces of gravel in the mound cracked, and the entire ground sunken and collapsed.

A group of zombie soldiers were stuck in the sand and mud. However, these things were not annoyed at all. They calmly opened their bows and arrows, and aimed at Lin Dong in the air with scattered cold light. The arrows surrounded him from all sides. stand up.

"die!"

Lin Dong roared angrily, and the energy from his mouth knocked the flying arrow away. However, when he spit it out in one breath, there was still a little bit of scarlet blood foam in it. It was obvious that the injury had not healed yet.Lin Dong put his feet on the general's shoulders. At this time, he did not care to interrogate the other party's identity. Once he was trapped in the military formation, it would be dangerous in his current state to add injuries to his injuries.

He clamped his feet sharply, and the zombie soldier's wrist grabbed his ankle.

next moment.

Lin Dong twisted his waist and spun around, and power like a mountain torrent exploded.

The leader of the Six Yangs suddenly flew up following his rotation, like a top rising into the sky.

Two or three spots of dark brown blood spattered out. The zombies were not bloodless, but there was much less blood than normal people.

Ripples rippled in the void, and the underworld expanded. Lin Dong pulled out the Japanese-killing knife from it, and picked up the flying zombie's head with one blow.

The general's body was still waving his arms and grabbing at random. The head hanging on the tip of the knife screamed: "My head, my head?"

"You are not the White Flame Tiger."

Lin Dong deceived the other party and said it with great certainty.

There is only one basis for Lin Dong's judgment, and that is that the White Flame Tiger cannot be so weak, otherwise, it would not have been able to cause the Yuanbu demon disaster that year.

"I am Yu Xiaohu, Yu Xiaohu."

The zombie's head shouted repeatedly.

"Is that so?"

Lin Dong exerted force on his wrist and thrust the Japanese-cutting knife into it. The knife was full of energy and was about to crush the dead head into a pile of meat.

Some zombies can indeed survive after being decapitated, but once the head is minced into flesh, or blown to pieces by yellow flames.

Then, there won't even be a chance for reincarnation.

When you die, you die completely and dissipate into the void.

Existences like zombies, which are neither monsters nor ghosts, must pay an unimaginable price in exchange for their strength. They are cursed by heaven and earth and are disgusted by the world. The most terrifying thing is this. Once they are eliminated, the true spirit will no longer exist. All traces of its existence will be wiped away by heaven.

When a person dies, there is often a ghost who still remembers him.

Once the zombies are eliminated, nothing will be left. Everything has a price.

"Save me alive, I have an urgent military intelligence report."

Yu Xiaohu immediately yelled, cherishing his life very much.

Lin Dong's action of mashing the dead head stopped abruptly, and the sword energy that was about to burst out suddenly shrank back.

"Let's hear it."

Lin Dong said so.

(End of this chapter)