Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 35 Recruiting Blood Shadow

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 35 Recruiting Blood Shadow

The Soviet-made 2S4 240mm artillery gun is the largest caliber mortar in contemporary times.

Its barrel length is 3340 mm and 22.25 times the caliber.

It can launch mortar shells with conventional charges such as 53-F-864 high-explosive fragmentation mortar shells, 3F2 rocket extended-range high-explosive fragmentation mortar shells, 3VO11 mine-laying shells and "Brave" M-type guided mortar shells.

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It can also launch 3VB4 nuclear mortar shells with an explosive yield of 2,000 tons of TNT and 3VB11 rocket extended range nuclear mortar shells.

The maximum range when launching extended-range nuclear artillery shells can reach 20 kilometers. The excellent direct firepower of the mortar is quite lethal to enemies on the reverse slope.

It uses bomb bays to supply ammunition (each bomb bay is equipped with 20 rounds of ammunition), and is equipped with a simple loading machine. However, due to the heavy weight of the shells, the rate of fire can only reach one round per minute, and it takes 10 minutes to prepare for shooting. It fires ordinary grenades.

time, the maximum range is 9.65 kilometers.

This heavy artillery piece, which was equipped to a Soviet mechanic during the Cold War, roared for the first time in the Federation in a way that no one expected.

Due to transportation reasons, the giant cannon transported from the Russian Far East in the Tang and Song Dynasties was a castrated version, with only the gun body and no matching tracked chariot.

As for the tactical nuclear artillery shells, they were transferred away by an unknown big shot in the Soviet Logistics Department as early as the Cold War.

The largest mortar in history now uses conventional shells loaded with 130 kilograms of high explosives.

Although it is a conventional artillery shell, one shell can easily destroy a five-story cement building.

In half an hour, under the operation of twelve Russian gunners, the two Tulip heavy guns fired six rounds.

The earth roared, and the entire beach seemed to have been plowed by a wild bull.

Smoke and dust flew everywhere, forming a small mushroom cloud in the distance.

The waves were rolling on the sea, and at a naval post six nautical miles away, several federal navy soldiers were hiding in the bunker of the checkpoint and frantically dialing satellite phones to report and inquire about the situation.

They haven't been notified of any drills nearby recently.

God, even though they are the federal navy, at this checkpoint, they usually deal with smugglers.

Could it be that the roar of heavy artillery now is coming from Japan?

Not to mention the panic on the Navy's side.

On the rickety rooftop, the young priest held the phone in one hand and covered his mouth with the other, explaining in a low voice to the person on the other end of the phone.

Judging from his bitter face and constant apologetic posture, this explanation work is obviously not easy.

Under three rounds of heavy artillery bombardment, the soil near the lighthouse was completely lifted up.

What kind of bunker and vampire? The two are now completely combined. The crumbled concrete is filled with tattered flesh and blood everywhere.

Obviously, under human heavy artillery, even a vampire with tenacious vitality would be helpless under an explosion of this intensity.

The Tang and Song dynasties once heard a saying that as long as they were carbon-based creatures of flesh and blood, no one could withstand the bombardment of cannons.

If there is, it means that the caliber of the cannon is not large enough and the power is not strong enough.

If one shot doesn't work, try another shot!

West, who was standing next to Tang Song, looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.

The destructive power brought by this kind of heavy artillery made the deputy chief judge of the Inquisition have the urge to buy some huge cannons, go to Europe, and find some ancient castles to bombard them with.

Look at how many shots those immortal vampires can take from the front.

………

Tang and Song stood next to a five- to six-meter deep pit. Dust was rising, and he could barely see the broken concrete, broken steel bars, and bunker buildings below.

This is an air raid shelter and coastal defense fortress built by the federal government against the Soviet Union during the Cold War.

It was originally built by the federal government in response to the worst situation during the Cold War. It was a defensive position built to prevent the former Soviet Union from raiding the federal territory.

The heavy artillery made by the Soviet Union easily tore a hole open.

Although some of the fortifications are abandoned and in disrepair, we can still see that these big guys from the former Soviet Union are stupid, thick and tough.

"Boss! I'll take people down!"

Frank led dozens of gunmen around the pit and volunteered.

Tang Song waved his hand, signaling Frank to calm down.

"Isn't there a gas station nearby? Go get some gasoline and bring it back!"

The spiritual consciousness of the Tang and Song Dynasties swept through the underground palace, and surprisingly there were many little mice hidden inside.

To deal with rats, Tang and Song Dynasties asked themselves if there were some ways.

"Damn humans! They used cannons against us!"

Lucian and several werewolves hid at the corner of a corridor, holding various weapons such as submachine guns and shotguns, waiting for the enemy to come down.

He didn't want to sacrifice his life for Dickenface, but now the secret passages in and out of the bunker were blocked.

Lucien could only try his best to see if he could break out of the encirclement with some humans hostage.

"What is the taste!"

After waiting for a long time, Lucian saw no sign of humans coming down. Instead, he smelled a strong smell of gasoline.

The sound of rushing water reached Lucian's ears, and his expression changed drastically.

"Let's go!"

Lucian roared angrily, and he directly transformed into a werewolf state and ran towards the depths of the corridor.

………

At one end of the federal interstate highway, a dozen police cars and a large number of police officers were dispatched late at night to seal off all access to this abandoned small dock.

The cordon blocked several news-gathering vehicles that were sensitive to news, as well as gossip gangs who heard the commotion and came to watch the excitement.

"Chief, we are reporters from the New York Daily News, what happened inside?

We have the right to interview, and you cannot interfere with people’s right to press freedom! They have the right to know!”

Beside the police cordon, a news girl wearing beige business attire and showing off her deep career line argued her case with the police chief who stopped in front of her.

Looking at the police chief who was standing in front of her, the woman skillfully put a big hat on her head.

The fat police sergeant stood in front of the blonde, holding out his beer belly and stretching out his arms.

"Ma'am, it's very dangerous inside. We have received orders not to let anyone in, not even reporters!"

Mr. Sheriff carried out the above orders righteously. If his eyes were not always on the girl's career line, he would be a model of impartial law enforcement by the New York Police Department.

"Mr. Sheriff, please tell me what happened inside?"

After being stopped several times, the blonde learned the lesson. She directly reached out and hugged the sergeant's arm, shook her and begged.

Feeling the soft touch on his arm, the sergeant swallowed in frustration. Looking at the flashing red light of the camera not far away, the sergeant struggled to pull his arm out.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but you'd better get out of here as soon as possible!"

"Check, Fakeyou!" The blonde cursed in a low voice, turned around and greeted the cameraman on the side, and was about to walk to the interview car next to her.

Didi!

At this moment, two headlights illuminated the interstate highway, and many onlookers reporters and police officers covered their eyes with their hands to block the glare.

Two tank trucks honked their horns, slowed down and stopped not far from the blockade.

"The road here is closed, you need to go back and find another way!"

The sergeant led two police officers to the tanker, holding a police officer's ID card in his hand, and motioned impatiently towards the driver's seat of the tanker.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a burly white man with short hair. He looked down at the police chief with cold eyes and made no move.

"Hey, let me tell you, don't you understand people's words? I'll ask you to go back..."

Seeing that the white driver didn't move, the police sergeant yelled at him angrily.

"Sheriff, he's wearing a body armor!"

A sharp-eyed policeman noticed the driver's upper body, which was clearly wearing a black heavy-duty body armor.

He quickly leaned into the sergeant's ear and whispered a reminder.

"Hey, put your hands up where I can see them!"

The sergeant quickly drew his pistol from his waist and pointed it at the tanker driver.

Several police officers also drew their pistols from their waistbands.

"Relax, Sheriff, you need to take a call!"

In the passenger seat, a young priest in black robes stretched out his arm from the driver's seat with a tired face, holding a satellite phone in his hand.

The police sergeant looked at the priest suspiciously and took the satellite phone.

"Hello?"

"This is the Special Incident Handling Office of the Department of Defense. I am Major General Harris. No matter who you are, get out of their way!"

The voice on the phone was even more irritable than the police sergeant's, with a strong sense of getting out of bed and giving direct and unceremonious orders.

"Dududu..."

After the other end of the phone finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.

The sergeant held the phone, hesitated for a moment, and handed the satellite phone back.

"Get out of the way and let them pass!"

The sergeant trotted over and asked the police behind the isolation zone to clear a path.

Click, click, click...

After the two oil tankers passed by, many reporters who were stopped pointed at the oil tankers and clicked their shutters frantically.

………

Two tank trucks drove off the interstate and swayed through the craters created by the shells before arriving at the huge crater.

Two strong men stepped forward, connected the water pipe, and unscrewed the water valve.

The gasoline gurgled along the water pipes and flowed deep into the bunker.

West stood at the edge of the pit. At his feet was a pit full of smoke and dust. From time to time, clods of earth fell into the hole.

Seeing the gasoline flowing into the huge pit like water, he looked at Tang Song with a little more appreciation.

"I have been dealing with these vampires for decades, and I have never thought of using this method to deal with them!"

Tang Song took a silver cigar box from Frank, took out a thin cigar, and handed one to West.

West hesitated for a moment, then took the cigar, held it between his fingertips, and put it to his mouth.

Several priests nearby looked at this scene in disbelief and couldn't believe their eyes.

As West's personal stewards, the longest they have been with West is ten years, and they have never seen the chief referee smoking.

Ding!

Tang Song took out a gilt lighter, lit it, put it to West's mouth, helped him light the cigar, and then took another one out of the cigar box and lit it!

"I can still calculate the accounts. Two bottles of oil do not exceed 100,000 US dollars, and the pension of one of my subordinates exceeds 200,000 US dollars," Tang Song said, throwing away the Chanel gift lighter in his hand.

"Vampires, nobles in the darkness, to put it bluntly, they are some shameful creatures! Light a fire to let them see the light!"

Tang Song waved his hand, signaling the empty oil tanker to stay away.

The lighter in his hand was thrown in an arc and fell directly into the huge pit.

The flames instantly rose four to five meters above the ground, tongues of fire licking everything, and the raging flames instantly lit up the night sky.

The gunmen who were closer were swept by the high-temperature flames, and a large piece of their hair was immediately burned. They hurriedly took a few steps back.

Tang and Song did not dodge or retreat. They pressed their palms softly, and the flames that rose into the air seemed to be suppressed back into the bunker by an invisible barrier.

These flames followed the traces of gasoline flowing in and burned everything crazily. Tables, chairs, benches, furniture, decorations, instruments and instruments all caught fire under the fire.

With thick smoke and fire, the bunker seemed to have turned into a large country stove!

Inside the stove, which was burning red, the vampires inside turned into roasted mice one by one.

"Ahem!"

West took a puff of his cigar, choked on the smoke, coughed a few times, and faced Tang Song's gaze.

He smiled and explained: "I haven't touched this thing for nearly thirty years, and the smoke is quite strong now!"

West took a few more puffs and seemed to have regained the feeling of smoking.

He and Tang Song took advantage of the firelight of the huge pit to stand by the pit and puffed out clouds.

As if sensing that the two of them had something to say, the gunmen under Tang Song and the priests under West retreated a distance.

"Don, with your ability, just staying in New York and being a gang leader is really too humiliating!" West held a cigar between his fingers and exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth. His wrinkled face showed a bit of vicissitudes of life.

Tang Song laughed and laughed at himself: "If you don't want to be a gang leader, do you think the referee wants me to become a priest with you and listen to other people's prayers to atone for their sins? I can't do this!"

"It's not bad to be a gang leader. At least I live a comfortable life in New York!"

Tang Song's mind turned around and he remembered eavesdropping on the conversation between West and the priest. From what he heard, West wanted to get him to join the Holy Shield Brotherhood!

However, Tang and Song's faces naturally did not show it, and they managed their expressions well and pretended to be stupid.

West turned his head and looked at Tang Song, "Pastor, haha, God doesn't want everyone to believe in him, pastor is just a profession!"

"Don! There are seven billion people in this world, but to put it bluntly, the right to speak will always be in the hands of a small group of people, and this does not include gang leaders!"

West flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said, "Don, have you ever heard of Freemasonry?"

Freemasonry, not the Holy Shield Brotherhood? Tang Song was stunned, but then he said in surprise:

"Freemasonry, that legendary organization that secretly rules the world? Chief Judge, are you a member of the Freemasonry?!"

Listening to the surprise in Tang Song's tone, West dismissed Tang Song's words with disdain:

"The world is ruled by a masonry organization that was established less than a few hundred years ago!

Tang, truly powerful organizations will not be easily revealed to the world. They are like icebergs. Those with real foundation and strength are often hidden under the water!

I'm just taking Freemasonry as an example, we..."

"Wait!" Tang Song interrupted West. He looked at the red bottom of the pit and asked with a strange expression: "Chief referee, are you sure you have sent the blade away from New York?!"

West looked at Tang Song in puzzlement. He didn't understand why Tang Song mentioned the blade, but he said with certainty:

"We have checked the books in the church and found that summoning evil spirits like the Blood God requires a Sun Walker as a sacrifice. We cannot take risks. The blade should be in the Vatican monastery now!"

"What's that thing over there?" Tang Song asked, pointing to the huge pit where the flames were rising.

Inside? West looked towards the huge pit. In the blazing flames, a bloody figure flew out as fast as a blood shadow~

(End of chapter)