The spiritual energy has revived, and all the exercises I compiled have been practiced

Guns and cannons have always been the mainstream weapons in modern battlefields.

All the people present were elites. In order to cooperate with the action plan of the Adam organization, they tried their best to sneak across the border and brought in a lot of heavy weapons.

In an instant, countless bullets were fired.

There were whizzing sounds everywhere!

Some people even took out rocket launchers and prepared to load them, determined to kill Zhang Zhaoyang with the strongest firepower.

Facing such powerful firepower, even if Zhang Zhaoyang wore a bulletproof vest, he would not dare to resist head-on no matter how hard he practiced Zhoutian Chunyang Gong.

Before the order from the opposite side was issued, he had already moved, and the white mist that had been accumulated in his body and had not been used was also rapidly consumed at this moment. The speed of up to 180km/h burst out instantly, and he quickly retreated into the night, huddled together, and hid behind a huge rock.

"Keep shooting, don't stop!"

The foreign fighters in the camp did not stop at all and continued to launch attacks. Some people hid in the fortifications they had built, preparing to defend on the spot.

Zhang Zhaoyang, who was hiding behind the boulder, was also panting at this moment.

It was different from killing with bare hands. With his current strength, even if ten more Adams came, it would be a piece of cake. What kind of superhuman serum was not worth mentioning in front of Zhou Tian Chun Yang Gong. The power gap was too big, at least several generations apart.

But bullets and guns were different.

His body might not have any problem facing a pistol, but it was not enough to resist a rifle. Even if he burst out the white mist with all his strength and strengthened his body, it would be useless.

The huge kinetic energy brought by the bullet at the moment it was fired could still hit the flesh without the protection of a bulletproof vest. At most, the injury would be lighter, and it would not be a blood hole after being hit by one shot.

As for weapons such as grenades and rocket launchers, there was no need to think about it.

The white mist blessing was useless. He would definitely die cleanly at close range, and could only rely on high-speed movement to avoid it.

Just now, facing the sky full of shooting, he could only escape quickly. Even so, he was still hit by several bullets under the barrage.

"Are you okay? Zhang Zhaoyang?"

Kong Ji's voice came from the walkie-talkie he carried with him.

Zhang Zhaoyang removed a dozen bullets embedded in his body, revealing holes oozing blood. He grinned and said, "Hundreds of guns are coming at you. Will you be okay?"

Kong Ji, who was watching the situation from a distance with a night vision telescope, couldn't help but smile, "Who told you to be so stubborn and insist on charging alone?"

Zhang Zhaoyang said unhappily, "I finally mastered the Zhoutian Pure Yang Gong, and I can't try its power?"

Kong Ji smiled and said, "How was the test?"

"It's powerful. At least you won't die if you block bullets." Zhang Zhaoyang grinned and then urged, "The other side is coming. Let Lao Dong attack quickly. If it's too late, I might really die."

After that.

Zhang Zhaoyang took out two six-barreled Gatling guns that he had prepared long ago from behind the boulder. He held one in each hand and held both in his hands. He didn't even need to stretch his head to look. He just raised his hands and ignored the recoil. He stretched the barrels of the Gatling guns out of the stone and shot crazily as if he was holding two pistols.

In an instant, the sound of bullet shells jumping was endless, and bullets penetrated the battlefield.

His firepower alone was comparable to that of a company, and he was simply an unmatched killer on the battlefield!

In the distance.

Kong Ji put down the walkie-talkie.

There was no need for him to remind him at all. Dong Dingguo had already arranged to launch an attack. Before leaving, he specifically reminded him not to rush to the front of the battlefield. The scientific researchers just stayed behind and watched the show. The fighting was left to them.

Kong Ji obeyed of course.

In addition to witnessing modern warfare with his own eyes, he also wanted to understand Zhang Zhaoyang's actual combat capabilities.

"It's normal that Zhang Zhaoyang can't block the bullets. His current strength is not strong enough. If it were me, I should have no problem."

"My strength is not only a hundred times higher than his, but also lasts longer, increases more, and can even release energy."

"As long as there is a sufficient supply of white fog, unless the opponent is holding a heavy sniper rifle, ordinary rifles and pistols basically pose no threat."

"Even rockets and grenades can withstand several times."

"The only limiting factor is the white fog. After leaving the coverage area, the consumption is too large. Facing the rain of bullets, I may not be able to hold on for too long."

"Unless in the coverage area of ​​the white fog, it can be quickly compensated. Not to mention that the bullets are nothing, as long as the opponent does not deploy heavy weapons, there is basically no great danger."

After some thinking and comparison, Kong Ji has a clearer understanding of his own combat power.

Without the blessing of white fog, it is still a flesh and blood body. Even if the physical fitness has been greatly improved, gun bullets can still pose a threat, and the vital parts can also be killed with one shot.

But if there is a sufficient supply of white fog.

As long as he is not facing sniper rifles or other heavy weapons, he can basically be considered unscathed.

"Finally, I have a certain ability to protect myself and will not be killed easily."

Kong Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense mood relaxed a lot.

After all, it is the 21st century. No matter how strong the white fog is, the world is still dominated by modern weapons.

So since he was assigned to the Investigation Bureau, an organization that is destined to fight in the future, he has been worried about being involved in it. He will definitely face guns and cannons in the future. In fact, he also has a great sense of urgency in his heart, and feels that his personal safety is threatened.

Until today, he finally got rid of a worry.

"When it comes to cultivation, we always have to talk about level division. If we divide them by weapons according to their actual combat performance, Captain Dong and his men can only be considered as archers who have just started, Zhang Zhaoyang can be considered as pistols, and I can be considered as the peak of rifles."

"It's just that this division always feels weird and not very pleasant."

After thinking about it inexplicably, Kong Ji put away his thoughts.

At this time, there is no need to use night vision binoculars. In the distance, the battlefield is full of flames, explosions, and flares are fired one after another. The naked eye can see it clearly.

The horror of the modern battlefield is also fully revealed at this moment.

The drones first wash the ground, and then all kinds of howitzers, armored vehicles, and rockets are pulled up. First, there are several rounds of saturation fire bombing, and finally the soldiers come forward to harvest.

In the vast grassland, no matter how brave the people on the opposite side are, they can only wait to die in the endless bombing, and it is impossible to resist.

I don't know what this group of people are thinking. They actually took the initiative to come to a place like the grassland.

If they stayed in the town and fought street battles, Kunlun Base would not have been so easy to fight. If they stayed in the open grassland, they would be bombarded with all kinds of weapons without any worries, and they would be killed.

The casualties on our side were even less pitiful.

I can only say that the brain circuit is strange and difficult to understand.

That night.

The shooting lasted for a long time. It was very dense at the beginning, and the counterattack gunshots became more and more scattered later.

Until the morning light appeared in the sky, the gunshots disappeared completely.

Kong Ji waited all night.

Finally, Dong Dingguo and Zhang Zhaoyang returned together, with dozens of prisoners behind them.

The two took the lead and walked in front, with smiles on their faces, and the smell of gunpowder all over their bodies.

"Back?"

"Yeah."

Seeing Kong Ji, Zhang Zhaoyang smiled and reached out to take a silver-white box from a soldier who followed him and handed it to him.

"Give you a gift."