lethal arsenal

Chapter 307 Traces of the Demon God
The Japanese-cutting knife picked up Yu Xiaohu's head, and Lin Dong was asking for information from the army.

There was a group of cavalry, led by a dozen sword and shield bearers, who wanted to kill them.

These guys thought they could get some bargains.

The cavalrymen reined in their horses and charged towards Lin Dong.

Several iron spears were stabbing.

Lin Dong took advantage of the situation and grabbed Yu Xiaohu's head. He felt fierce in his heart and swung the blade of his hand. The sharp sword energy cut off the spear and at the same time, it passed through the chest of the cavalry who was rushing forward. He and his armor flew out with the horse.

Blood drops splashed all over the sky, and big holes were made in the sand.

Lin Dong still felt that these were not enough.

Another move hit Huashan and fell, a harsh metal wail sounded, and the thick black armor was split into two pieces by the blade.

The forward-charging zombie soldiers flew out, and their bodies split in half.

No matter how strong your vitality is, it is impossible to recover from such a serious injury.

If Lin Dong's killers, or even Lin Dong himself, were chopped into two pieces by a vertical chop, there was a chance that they would not heal.

The sword and shield bearers all rushed forward. The death of their colleagues did not frighten these monsters, but instead aroused their ferocity.

His eyes were red, he used both swords and halberds, and stabbed with sharp swords one after another...

Lin Dong flicked his wrist and stepped forward to meet him. After several cuts, thick black and red blood dripped from the gaps between his fingers.

Some of the blood was shed by war horses, while others were shed by soldiers who were half human and half frozen.

After chopping melons and vegetables, Lin Dong discovered something novel - not all zombie soldiers can cut off their heads without dying.

The blade passed by, and the head shot into the sky.

A pouring rain of blood fell, and human and horse corpses were lying on the ground.

Except for a few generals, the mutilated corpses could only bounce a few times more than ordinary people when they were seriously injured, and then stopped moving.

Despite this, Lin Dong did not underestimate these zombie soldiers, but paid special attention to them.

To a certain extent, zombie soldiers are only slightly inferior to killer soldiers, but their number is larger than that of killer soldiers.

The apricot-yellow cavalry is a little worse.

As for Shi Dakai's Feiyu Cavalry, I won't make a comparison, because Feiyu Cavalry is better at speed, and that's a completely different track.

It is conceivable that if Zuo Zongtang's soldiers faced off against the White Flame Tiger Army, the two armies would fight.

White Flame Tiger's zombie soldier was stabbed through the stomach by a Qing court soldier with a knife, and even though his intestines were spilled out, he still remained calm and stabbed the Qing court soldier's chest with a backhand knife.

Coupled with the fighting style of this kind of troops, who are naturally fierce and fearless of death... it is entirely possible for the Qing army camp to be defeated and dispersed, resulting in a one-sided massacre.

"How did Zuo Zongtang win that year?"

Lin Dong thought, and then returned to the present moment.

"Why don't you want to hand over information?"

"Or are you just teasing me?"

Lin Dong's feet erupted with jaw-dropping force, and a large crater was dented in the sand.

In an instant, he was four to five feet away from the zombie soldiers. After thinking for a moment, Lin Dong simply ran towards the north. While running away from the remaining cavalry, he took advantage of the situation and forced the head in his hand to provide military information.

"I'm willing to say anything, and I'll tell you everything!"

"Can the General put my head back on my body?"

Yu Xiaohu's voice paused and he asked in panic.

"Are you qualified to bargain? Or do you want me to grind you to pieces so that not even a trace of you can be left in this world?"

Lin Dong asked back.

Yu Xiaohu took a deep breath, his head was grabbed by someone's hand alone, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid.

He wanted a word of protection, but he was also worried that Lin Dong, the Prince of Hell, would completely destroy his chances of survival.

Yu Xiaohu rolled his eyes and said in fear: "We came to Gumu City under the command of the commander-in-chief to find Kazim, the garrison general under King Agubai. We want to work together to resist the Qing army."

Yu Xiaohu hurriedly stated his purpose.

"that's it?"

Lin Dong raised an eyebrow.

Gu Mu?

There is no longer Gumu City.

Maybe a hundred or thousand years later, someone would rebuild the city here.

But now it is buried in the rolling sands of history along with Shebi's corpse.

"There is more, there is more."

The fascia under the broken neck is still trembling.

Perhaps he exerted too much force, and the veins on the dead man's head were beating. Yu Xiaohu shouted anxiously.

"The most important thing is water! Water!"

"The commander-in-chief plans to poison the water veins in Cheshi City's oasis. If the troops of the Qing Dynasty take the water sources within the range, they will be worse than dead."

"This poison is called - Yinhuo Sand."

"It is extracted from the resentment of living creatures, zombie blood, and dozens of poisonous insects, scorpions, snakes, lizards and other highly toxic things in the desert."

"Yin Fire Sand has a dark green color and extremely strong Yin Qi. When you put it into water, the smell of the water will be sweet and mint-like. Once you drink it, ordinary soldiers will have Yin Fire in their internal organs after a quarter of an hour, and they will be burned. He burned himself to death."

This information is somewhat useful.

Lin Dong listened expressionlessly.

"Any more?"

Yu Xiaohu's lips twitched, Zhan Zhanweiwei was speechless, and his face was as white as frost.

"I ask you to answer."

Lin Dong's words were concise and concise.

"How many zombie soldiers like you are there who can survive even being beheaded? How many zombie soldiers are there who are completely dead when their necks are broken and their heads are gone?"

"What is the classification of arms?"

"What kind of abilities does your commander have? Does he have any weaknesses?"

"What is the connection between the Buddha Mother Maurya Sect and you?"

"Are there any other forces around, and what enemies do I have?"

Lin Dong asked everything he wanted to ask, speaking in rapid succession. "After the Holy War, the general went to the Western Regions. I was a scout general who was promoted among the tallest among the dwarfs. I was gifted by the general and became immortal. Many things were just hearsay."

"There are people like me in the army, the lowest status is the military leader, there are about thirty or fifty of them, because I received the blood seal of the commander to become immortal."

"As for ordinary soldiers, it is estimated that there are three to four thousand soldiers and horses. They are all those who have received our blood seal and have far extraordinary strength, weakened pain sense, and enhanced five senses. However, they also have weaknesses, which are fear, fire, cold water, talismans, and heaven. thunder."

"In addition, there are tens of thousands of descendants of the Corps. Jichang and the two cities of Fubi combined together have a total of more than [-] to [-] ordinary people."

"The time when the moon is full is when I am at my strongest."

"As for the two commanders, there are rumors in the army that the White Flame Tiger and the White Flame Dragon first obtained a drop of the devil's blood from King Peacock Ming, thus gaining power far beyond the world."

"In addition, among the forces in this area, the most noble and great one is undoubtedly the Peacock King with thousands of followers, followed by the Peng Demon King in Loulan, the Snake Demon King in Rouran, General Guo of the Tang Dynasty in Qiuci City, and Bai Bai of Rakshasa in the Far East. The Tsar, Agubah who is in charge of the seven cities...these are the enemies you have to face."

Yu Xiaohu said chaotically.

Lin Dong listened very carefully, and the words "Demon God" made him raise his eyebrows.

The last time I heard about the Demon God was at the border of Luzhou.

And how come there is a legend about the Demon God in the Western Region thousands of miles away?

It is recorded in the ancient scrolls of the late Ming Dynasty that during the Apocalypse period, the devil descended from the sky!
There are 72 demon-headed gods. What kind of disaster is this?
The fog of history seems to surround and wrap up Lin Dong.

"General Guo, please tell me in detail what's going on?"

"Why do you think he is my enemy? Besides, what is the gift of your commander, the blood mark in the army?"

Lin Dong asked coldly.

Yu Xiaohu's head, for some reason, looked increasingly uglier.

"General Guo is the ghost soldier stationed in Kucha, the ghost soldier of the Tang Dynasty...I don't know the details. Anyway, at first, the commander-in-chief and I came to the Western Regions with the idea of ​​Kucha City in the southern border of the Western Regions. The commander-in-chief He planned to pledge allegiance to the White Tsar of Rakshasa with Agubai from the south to the north in exchange for support. However, the zombie corps was no match for the ghost soldiers of the Tang Dynasty in Kucha."

"In the battle with General Guo, the general was retreating steadily and had to withdraw from Qiuci."

"The reason why I think that Kucha will become your enemy, general, is because there are rumors in the desert that no one is allowed to set foot in Kucha except ghosts."

"The ghost soldiers of the Tang Dynasty there were extremely xenophobic. Any stranger who broke in would eventually be left behind in the city."

"That's it."

Lin Dong narrowed his eyes.

Qiuci was actually in the southern border, and he remembered the broken sword of the Tang Dynasty.

In his mind, the ghost soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were of the best quality, and he used them to supplement the supply of soldiers who killed the soldiers.

Yin and earth have expanded.

On the contrary, the number of killing soldiers in his hand became less and less.

In the battle with Shebizu, at least half of them were lost.

"As for the blood seal, it is a kind of ritual, a ritual for transforming soldiers. Just like us, if we bite an ordinary person on a moonlit night and give him a drop of blood, we can turn him into a powerful person. A soldier who is not afraid of pain."

"And ordinary soldiers who have made military exploits and are rewarded by the commander-in-chief, or after three or five years, if they are not crazy, there is a certain chance of awakening for the second time and becoming a military leader."

"After becoming a military leader, you become invulnerable to bullets and can become stronger by sucking blood."

"It is rumored that the two commanders, White Flame Tiger and White Flame Dragon, have swallowed dragon blood."

The chasing cavalry were still charging forward, obviously not letting Lin Dong go. Their speed was getting faster and faster, and the distance was getting closer.

"So, ordinary soldiers can only be considered semi-zombified, but people like you who have been bitten by your king are considered real zombies. They have the ability to survive even if their heads are cut off."

"Is there no problem with my understanding? Don't worry, answer me truthfully and I will definitely let you go."

Lin Dong comforted him briefly.

"That's the right understanding, but..."

"But what?"

Lin Dong's eyes widened.

The horses' hooves stir up the yellow sand, and the cavalry has arrived.

The veins on Yu Xiaohu's forehead popped out, getting bigger and bigger.

Lin Dong realized something was wrong now, but he didn't know how to help Yu Xiaohu.

The smell of decay permeated the head.

Weird syllables burst out from the bloody lips.

The head quickly became hot, and Yu Xiaohu's face turned red.

Lin Dong changed his mind and threw the head out.

Yu Xiaohu's facial muscles continued to expand, and the black and white eyeballs sunk in his eye sockets suddenly popped out.

Then, boom!It was as if a bomb was buried in his head and it exploded.

Minced meat flew around, blood mist rose, and there seemed to be a figure in the mist.

"I go."

Lin Dong tapped the ground and stepped back a few feet.

There was a strange fluctuation in the air, and Lin Dong turned the Japanese sword in his hand, pointing the blade directly at the opponent.

It was a cloudy eyeball.

Through the mist.

The body was wrapped in rough talisman armor, densely packed and covered with talisman paper.

Except for the eyeball on the left side and the mouth, the rest of the face was covered by talismans.

Fu Jia holds a pair of short halberds wrapped with red blood in his left and right hands respectively, and an evil and terrifying aura rises from his back.

"White Flame Tiger?"

Lin Dong asked directly. He had a feeling that this person must be the White Flame Tiger.

The talisman general grinned, his teeth white: "Looking forward to a battle!"

Suddenly, a strong wind blew through the desert, and strands of stinking blood mist were blown away.

Lin Dong turned around and looked back.

The cavalrymen, who were fighting to the death, were entangled again.

"You have to kill them all to make you happy, right? You little bastards."

Lin Dong charged towards the cavalry with bloodthirsty eyes, one against a thousand, and his posture was invincible.

(End of this chapter)