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148. Art of War X Art of War
Over the next month, Russell and others forged ahead.

Like a sharp knife, it penetrated near the black earth.

Each of them had exhaustion written on their faces, and their bodies were bandaged with blood stains on the bandages.

Zhang Zhiwei was really tired.

Especially maintaining a tired expression.

He admired his junior brother Russell very much. Who could make various expressions effortlessly like him?
I feel that the younger brother can face thousands of faces.

The injuries of several people were all fake, but the exhaustion on their faces was not fake except for Russell.

Along the way, they encountered nine ambushes in a row.

Shinobu Higuchi, Special Attack Team, and a new team——Kamikaze.

There are many people in the kamikaze team, but the qi in their bodies is very strange.

It was obviously fierce like a ball of fire, but it gave people a feeling that it was about to burn out.

They hardly use cold weapons, all are modern hot weapons.

And before dying, it will explode.

The qi burning in their bodies will explode suddenly, as powerful as five grenades exploding at the same time.

Had it not been for Russell's timely rescue, Xu Xin and the others might have capsized in the gutter.

"Interesting..." Russell thought about the information he had obtained from the mind of the ambush soldier.

Behemoth's biochemical transformation alien technology.

This is an abandoned, taboo modification technique.

Although this technology can turn a strong ordinary person into a strange person, such a strange person cannot survive more than three days.

After three days, this alien will shrink into the size of a pill within an hour.

If no one helps to solve it, they may die of pain in the first 10 minutes when they start to shrink.

Russell sneered in his heart.

This group of aliens from Japan is really arrogant, even sneaking up on the Bechymos organization who came to serve as referees.

Do you really think that with your palm-sized place, you can attempt to challenge the top three alien organizations in the world and the number one alien organization today?
Even if he doesn't kill the invading enemy now, within 5 years, Dongying Yiren will be torn to pieces by Bechymos' people.

Russell, however, prefers to add fuel to the fire.

First destroy all the enemies. Behemoth's people will inevitably attack their hometown if they can't find a place to vent their anger.

At that time, everything that this group of people do on the land of planting flowers will be backlashed.

To do things must be done absolutely, this is Russell's attitude towards the enemy!

"Junior brother, what are you thinking about?" Zhang Zhiwei looked at Russell in confusion as murderous intent began to surge.

"Nothing, let's keep moving forward, the destination is almost here." Russell showed a tired but happy smile.

"You will be liberated soon, senior brother."

"Alas..." Zhang Zhiwei showed a yearning expression just right.

All this was seen by an eagle hovering in the sky.

Xiulin Qianshan, the headquarters of the Dongying Alien Corps.

The tall and thin man in the cloak of eagle feathers opened his eyes and said with a smile: "The group of people are here. It seems that they are very tired."

"Haha." The leading Onmyoji, He Mao Anhong, laughed heartily.

He was tall and burly, wearing a black and red hunting suit, and his pointed black hat kept shaking with his laughter.

Yasuhiro He Mao is 70 years old, but his face is so fair that there is no trace of wrinkle.

It is completely different from the three great onmyojis at the same table.

Kazuzo Tsuchimikado, Fujiwara, and Kaguin Seimei all had old faces, and they seemed to have exhausted all their strength just by laughing.

"How can these people understand the key to the art of war?" Kamo Yasuhiro waved the folding fan in his hand and said proudly:
"The victory or defeat is never determined by blood and courage alone."

"They want to prove that the aliens in their land are not weak, but they are led by the nose by us."

"Ten means encircling it, five means attacking it, and multiplying it means dividing it. Sun Sheng's art of war can only be carried forward in our hands."

At the bottom of the table, there were four warriors sitting.

They were sitting in the most regular posture, even if they heard the laughter of the Onmyojis, they only smiled and agreed.

Bihe Shanren did not appear here.

To be precise, they are not qualified to be here either.

There has never been a place for ninjas in the Japanese alien corps. Ninjas are just swords in the hands of onmyoji and samurai.

Of course, there are also subtle hierarchical differences between Onmyoji and Samurai.

"Miyamoto-kun, you will be the main force in the upcoming battle." He Moyasuhiro looked at the majestic and unusual samurai with admiring eyes.

"Tell me, what should we do next?"

Miyamoto lowered his head and saluted. With just such an action, the samurai uniform on his upper body was almost torn apart by the muscles on his body.

"Master He Mao, the strategy in your chest makes me ashamed."

"My mind is full of swordsmanship, and I'm not good at using my wisdom at all. I'd like to ask Lord He Mao for advice."

The other three samurai, Mochizuki Rokuro, Kondo Hideo, and Momoi Shio listened silently, their eyelids lowered, looking at the teacup in front of them in a trance.

"Hahaha." He Mao Yasuhiro patted his thigh happily, closed the folding fan, and pointed at Miyamoto Isshin.

"That's what I like about you, Miyamoto-kun."

"Your talent is recognized by everyone here. But I appreciate your wisdom even more."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." He Mao Yasuhiro suddenly put away his smile, and the whole conference room fell silent instantly.

"Hesan, Yijin, Seimei, I want Higuyama Shinobi to fight them first."

"Isn't that Tang Sect's enemy their enemy?"

"Judging from the information returned, Tang Sect's manpower is not weak and they need to go all out."

"And the Taoist priest who knows how to use lightning methods should belong to the same family as the old and young in the southeast. I remember it's called Tianshi Mansion."

Kamo Yasuhiro narrowed his eyes, like a wolf spying on the sheep.

"The Higurashi ninja went to attack the Tang clan and separated them just in time."

"Then let the Kamikaze consume everyone except Tang Sect."

"Finally, it's Miyamoto-kun's turn to play."

"At that time, maybe without us taking action, the last top power in this land will be smashed to pieces."

The other three onmyojis smiled, as if victory was close at hand.

"Everyone, within five years, we must dominate the Inhuman World here, and then enslave them fiercely."

"The sun belonging to the aliens of the empire will rise slowly from here!"

"Long Live the Empire!"

Kamo Yasuhiro's voice was passionate, and others were infected by his emotions and shouted:

"Long Live the Empire!"

"Long live!"

In a wooden house next to the headquarters.

The door of the wooden house was closed, no lights were turned on, and no candles were lit.

A group of Bihe Shanren sat quietly in the darkness, listening to the louder and louder shouts from the next door.

"Erli, do you still decide to bury part of your manpower on this land in advance?"

The old voice was shaking like a beetle, as if it had aroused countless insects in the darkness.

"Lord Koga, the samurai masters and the onmyoji nobles will not spare our lives."

The layman 'Er Li' with long hair chuckled, his bright and narrow eyes were exceptionally clear in the dark.

"They definitely hope that we will fight with the Tang Sect and both sides will suffer."

"In this case, we Bihe Shanren will be back under their control again."

"If this excellent opportunity to lurk is lost, the children of Bihe Shannin will never have a future."

Koga Soranosuke opened his eyes, and there were tadpole-like runes in his eyes.

"That guy Ono has a pretty good junior."

"Erli, you convinced me. Ahwu, what do you think?"

Like Kongosuke, Ah Mai has dense wrinkles on her face, but her eyes are very bright, like rubies.

"I listen to you, Soranosuke."

Her voice is still girlish, as ethereal as a clear spring hitting pebbles.

"Shinichi, what about you?" Soranosuke looked at Kisaragi Shinichi.

Kisaragi Shinichi's eyes are the size of goose eggs, the pupils are like sesame seeds, and the whites of the eyes occupy most of the eyeballs.

His pupils fluttered, he closed his eyes, and said wearily: "The mouth shapes of those adults are similar to Erli's guess."

"Hehe, no wonder we held a meeting without telling us, and even set up an enchantment."

"I agree with Erli's suggestion, just go ahead and do it."

"Three elders, thank you very much." Erli leaned down and bowed.

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(End of this chapter)