lethal arsenal

Chapter 313
"Successfully captured the core chariot city in the north, eliminated the ancient god Shebi Zhi, and the immortal zombie White Flame Dragon. You have obtained a 30.00% contribution to the task of 'Gong in Qianqiu'. Please continue to work hard and increase your contribution. In this Get more out of the event.”

Ho ho.

Lin Dong wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and sat up with his hands on the soil.

The sand on the ground outlines clear lines of writing. One-third of the progress announced by the arsenal has been completed, and it is not in vain that I have worked so hard.

He pulled out his hand and dug his five fingers deep into the blood-soaked yellow sand. Once the White Flame Dragon died, the city's surface continued to crack, the buildings collapsed downward, and large areas of greasy blood spilled over the stone slabs.

Many zombie generals exploded into blood clots directly under some kind of curse.

These should be related to the death of the White Flame Dragon. The Gatling Cannon ignited by Zuo Zongtang is indeed one of the most powerful weapons in the world. The White Flame Dragon was blown to pieces when it was fired close to the face.

Lin Dong was thrown away by the residual power of the artillery fire and fell upside down into the sand.

He slowly pulled out, and after regaining consciousness, the entire battle was coming to an end.

After a night of fierce fighting, the sky turned slightly white. In this almost rotten city, Zuo Zongtang's troops rescued more than 4000 people.

Of course, these people in the White Flame Dragon's zombie army are also called blood slaves, and they are cared for like animals.

Some of the remaining zombie soldiers or generals who had been marked with so-called blood marks self-destructed.

And the other part only has executions.

People can transform into zombies, but zombies cannot transform back into humans.

Letting these go will actually cause chaos in the area that has been calmed down.

Death is the inevitable outcome of war!

Broken flags, scattered blades, half of a wheel buried in the yellow sand, corpses everywhere, and shockingly incomplete buildings.

Even though this was a blitzkrieg, Lin Dong was still carrying the high-end combat power.

However, after the attack, Zuo Zongtang's troops still suffered considerable losses, with more than [-] people injured and disabled.

The wind carried the bloody smell of corpses everywhere into Lin Dong's nose, which reminded him vaguely of the moment when he first arrived.

At that time, it was also a battlefield with countless corpses and rolling hills.

It's so tragic that it's hard to describe. This is war.

In the next few days, Lin Dong was basically just scratching the surface, and in less than two weeks, he regained six cities in the northern border of the Western Region.

No, it should be Wucheng.

The city of Yili is still in the hands of the White Tsar of the Rakshasa Kingdom. The difficulty of capturing this city is not inferior to fighting another all-out war in the Western Regions.

Not only because of the Rakshasa Kingdom, but also because the White Czar had many soldiers and generals.

Although the troops are stationed in Yili, the White Tsar actually has a name - Governor of Central Asia.

Yili is just a nail he inserted into the Western Region. In addition to Yili, most of the Kokand Khanate, Badakshan Khanate, and Aiwuhan (Afghan) are within the scope of his rule. Inside.

And these were basically vassals and barriers of the Qing court 100 years ago.

In Jinshun, Xu Songshan, Zhang Yingri, several generals made lightning raids, and Zuo Zongtang's modern troops were bombarded by constant artillery fire. Jichang, Xibi, and Manas North City all fled after hearing the news.

In addition to Cheshi City, several other cities rescued a large number of refugees. Jin Shun, the chief of security, began to properly resettle the victims and refugees and distribute supplies.

Treating while fighting, rather than leaving devastation after fighting, it is really natural for such an army to achieve final victory.

A swirling cool breeze blew into the central hall.

"This is the Manas River, a river about [-] miles long in the north. It has many canyons in the upper reaches, and is flat in the lower reaches. It irrigates oases. It is the river of life in the north, but it is frozen now!"

Jin Shun, who is also the chief of logistics and post-war management, pointed his finger at the map and said with some worry.

"I suspect there is a demon at work."

After a pause, Jin Shun concluded.

draw.

Zuo Zongtang lit the cigarette pot bag and took a long sip. He turned to Lin Dong and asked, "Yuanjue, what do you think?"

"I?"

Lin Dong raised his eyebrows. He actually didn't like to deal with these military affairs. Just tell him where the enemy is and then fight to his heart's content.

However, since Zuo Zongtang asked, Lin Dong still wanted to say a few words.

"It's almost May now, and the river is freezing. It's definitely not a natural phenomenon. Master Jin said it's possible that a demon is playing tricks. My opinion is to find him and kill him."

After saying that, Lin Dong shrugged and opened the window with his hand. He didn't like the smell of tobacco, it was too strong.

"What if we can't find the demon?"

Zuo Zongtang lowered his pipe, walked to the window, and puffed out smoke.

Jinshun paced back and forth in the hall.

After a while, Jin Shunyan said: "I have an idea. I have recruited a lot of small and medium-sized forces and tribes before. Maybe I can ask the local wizards to ask which demons are controlling the weather." Zuo Zongtang nodded slightly: "You can try it. One try, but it’s not enough.”

"Report! Emergency military situation."

Zheng Dongshan arrived before he was heard. He was wearing a cracked half-body armor and rushed in. The waist-length armor was already cracked and there were sticky blood stains on the edges of his leg skirts.

"I intercepted and killed a group of Aguba's wolf cavalry, and there is a letter for the commander to make a decision."

After saying that, Zheng Dongshan presented a wolfskin letter with both hands.

"Where did you find them?"

Lin Dong raised his eyebrows when he saw that one of his own had suffered a loss, with an undisguised murderous look on his face.

In fact, it's not that he always puts on a ferocious appearance, but that he kills too many people. Although the reasons are just, he can't hide the entanglement of resentment. It is a kind of soul level, and it is not something he can understand now.

The Prison King's Palace of Suppressing Demons can dissipate resentment to a certain extent, but the key point is that the current killers are in a state of exhaustion, with only a few leaders left after seven or eighty eight.

For example, the two swordsmen and the three killing guardians.

This is somewhat unsolvable.

Standing within three feet of him and listening quietly for a while, you can hear the roars of the resentful souls one after another like the rising tide of the sea.

And smell the slightest hint of blood.

Zheng Dongshan subconsciously took half a step back, captured by the terrifying murderous intent. He knew that the murderous intent was not directed at him, but he still felt tremendous pressure, as if he were standing on a rock with the roaring and rolling tide not far away.

Zheng Dongshan swallowed his saliva and replied respectfully: "At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, the wolf cavalry tried to bypass the Tianshan Mountains to deliver a message somewhere, but they happened to be intercepted by our scout troops."

"Agubai's wolf cavalry is not very easy to deal with, mainly in terms of armament. They have a kind of black and bronze spears with a very long range. The bird muskets we have cannot hit them at all. In addition, Zhao Ergou His left leg was also shot by a bullet, which opened a bloody hole less than half the size of a fist, and the army doctor is treating him."

Zheng Dongshan told the recent news reports in an orderly manner.

"Take it easy."

Zuo Zongtang noticed Zheng Dongshan's words and aroused Lin Dong's nerves. He waved his hands repeatedly to signal Lin Dong to calm down.

"Look at this."

With that said, Zuo Zongtang handed the military report forward, and Lin Dong took it.

"This……"

Lin Dong's frown deepened.

The meaning of the letter was clear. There were changes in Tianshan. Agubai sent a letter to Bai Yanhu and Bai Yanlong, asking the two brothers to abandon Cheshi City.

Don't think about sticking to one place, first go around the Tianshan Mountains and take the secret road into Qiuci.

First capture the ghost soldiers of Guo Xin's tribe in the Tang Dynasty, and then use this city as a base to have a good fight with the troops of the Qing court.

When the time is right, three groups of troops will gather together to directly attack the Qing court.

Among these three groups of troops, one is the wolf cavalry that set out from the land of Rouran, which is Agubai's natal force.

The second one is the followers of the Peacock King Sect who came out of Loulan City, who are also the harpy troops of the Golden Winged Dapeng.

The third troop is the White Tsar from the north, a vanguard regiment equipped with mechas.

The White Czar promised to send troops to help as long as they gained some advantage.

Of course, the premise is that Agub agrees to sign a series of ceded territories, large compensation payments, and trade terms.

To put it bluntly, the White Czar’s meaning is also very simple.

As long as Agubai can push back Zuo Zongtang's troops a little, he is willing to send troops to help and turn most of the Western Region into a vassal land.

And at the end of the secret letter, a secret map to enter Kucha was attached.

"Is this a scam?"

Lin Dong's voice was drawn out, he thought for a moment before asking, and handed it to Jin Shun.

"Yes, Aguba is already very worried. Why must we attack Kucha?"

Zuo Zongtang's face was not very good either, and his brows were furrowed.

Zheng Dongshan lowered his head and understood deeply that at this time, he should not say anything else.

How the coach makes a decision, whether it is good or bad, is the coach's decision.

At this time, whatever he said was effective, but once it had little effect, or even had a counterproductive effect, affecting his judgment, it would be a fault but no merit.

The atmosphere in the hall fell into silence for a while.

Only the cold wind still whirled in the hall.

(End of this chapter)