Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 90 Ambush Hundred Ghosts

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 90 Ambush Hundred Ghosts

"Adjust three scales, shoot upward, three bursts!"

Frank gave an order, and all twelve gunners dropped their cannonballs.

Bang bang bang...!

The sound of artillery being ejected and chambered was heard all at once...

The ear-piercing sound of cannons resounded in the air, followed by bursts of rumbling explosions deep in the forest in the distance.

Before hearing the roar of the cannon, the twelve gunners quickly and calmly took another cannonball from their side.

Load, launch.

In two minutes, there were three rounds of shelling, and a total of 120 rounds of artillery shells were poured out.

After firing all the artillery shells he carried, Frank directly ordered the artillery to be abandoned. All soldiers put on night vision goggles, checked the equipment in their hands, and loaded the bullets.

More than a dozen streaks of gray-white smoke guided them toward the depths of the forest.

…………

"Baga!"

When the sound of artillery ceased, Murakami, who had huddled in a hole in a big tree to avoid the bombardment, crawled out of the hole.

Broken wooden houses, flames shooting into the sky, wailing all over the place, and his men suffering heavy casualties.

Seeing this devastated scene, Murakami cursed furiously and slashed the tree next to him with his knife.

He cut down one-third of the tree, which was as thick as a person's arms.

"Baga, come here, go see if Botu and the others are still alive?"

Pulling out his long sword, Murakami angrily pointed his samurai sword at the wooden house that had been blown into a deep crater and shouted.

Murakami's roar echoed throughout the training base. Except for the crackling sounds caused by burning trees, even the air in the entire base was unusually quiet.

The few ninjas in black who were lucky enough to survive the aftermath of the explosion stayed where they were, as if they didn't hear Murakami's words.

"Baga!"

Murakami held up his sword and swung it out angrily. The ninja in black who was closest to him had his head chopped off by him.

A fountain-like blood gushes out from the neck of the black-clothed ninja, but the black-clothed ninja still stands upright on the spot after his head is chopped off.

Before Murakami could come to his senses, around him, the heads of several black-clothed ninjas all turned ninety degrees, their faces turned ashen, and they looked straight at him.

………

"Puff puff puff"

There were more than thirty people in the group, walking in groups of three or three in the dense forest, with each group less than three meters apart.

In the quiet environment, no one spoke, only the sound of military boots stepping on dead leaves could be heard.

At the front of the team, a plume of gray-white smoke suddenly drifted toward a big tree.

Without any hesitation, the three soldiers who opened the way raised their guns and started shooting.

The sound of the silenced carbine echoed in the forest, and then several streams of blood gushed out from the trunk of the big tree like running water.

Walking to the big tree, a soldier kicked it over, and the tall tree fell sideways, revealing the black-clothed ninja behind him who was almost beaten into a sieve.

A soldier leaned over to check the things on the black-clothed ninja. After taking out a communicator, he made an OK gesture to his companion.

The group continued to move forward.

The dense jungle is filled with fallen leaves. Because there is no sunshine all year round, only the top layer of leaves accumulated here is dry. The underground is moist, nourishing a large number of mosquitoes and grasshoppers.

If you step on it with military boots, it will sink in more than half of it. Just walking in this environment, the group has to be prepared for sneak attacks by the ninjas stationed by the Hand.

"stop!"

The three soldiers who were opening the way silently made a stop sign.

The sound of rustling leaves suddenly stopped.

The black-clothed ninja huddled under the leaves couldn't help but move his ears.

Resisting the urge to observe with the probe, he evened out his breathing and tried to avoid making any noise.

What he didn't expect was that above the several leaves he had covered up, a cloud of gray-white smoke kept spinning in circles.

This gray-white smoke seemed to be afraid that others could not see it clearly, so it deliberately transformed into a downward-pointing gray-white fog arrow.

"Puff puff puff puff puff..."

Without any words, the three soldiers who opened the way raised their guns in unison.

There was no sound from the pile of leaves, but the leaves on the top layer were also soaked with the blood.

………

Along the way, Frank saw the various assassination methods of the Hand ninjas.

Some hide in the bark and disguise themselves as trees, some lurk in the water with hollow reeds, and some lie on the treetops, disguised as branches.

There are some disguises that even he wouldn't be able to tell if it wasn't for the undead guiding the way.

But there are more than a dozen evil spirits and undead, and these ambushing ninjas are like street lights in the dark, no matter how you hide them, there is no use.

After walking for more than three miles, Frank and the others cleared seven waves of ambushes, and then they saw a camouflaged wooden house.

"That should be it!" Frank raised his hand and made a tactical move.

All the soldiers bowed down and moved forward.

"Nobody!"

"Still no one!"

Passing four or five wooden houses in a row, all of them were empty, with not a single soul in sight.

The last group of people finally came to an empty training ground, with crackling burning trees, ruined wooden houses, and dense smoke in the air.

Let Frank and the others realize that they have arrived at the center of the bombardment.

At this time, the scene here was in a mess.

A dozen black-clothed ninjas were lying on the ground in a mess, their bodies covered with wounds from swords, and some of their heads rolled four to five meters away.

Around the corpse, a middle-aged man in kimono kept frantically slashing at the surroundings with a knife.

His hoarse expression and every swing of the knife seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Even the two wooden clogs he stepped on had long since disappeared.

But in the eyes of the soldiers, the middle-aged man's actions were like slashing the surrounding air like crazy.

Frank held the small flag in his hand, and he clearly saw the real scene around Murakami and him.

Murakami's body was covered with at least six evil souls.

One rode on his back, lying down and whispering in his ear. Two held his feet, and two held his hands.

Another one covered his eyes.

Murakami couldn't see these things, but he could feel his body getting weaker and weaker. He swung the knife desperately to mobilize the energy and blood in his body.

The abundant yang energy in his body did burn away a few evil spirits, but there were hundreds of evil spirits surrounding him.

One was forced back, and two more pounced on it.

With the passage of time and energy, the energy and blood in Murakami's body were fading away little by little.

Finally, Murakami's feet gave way, and the katana in his hand fell aside as he lost his strength.

The next moment, hundreds of undead souls who saw an opportunity swarmed forward.

Hundreds of gray-white smoke engulfed the village.

In the white mist, there was a sound of sucking Yang Qi and gnawing flesh and blood, mixed with a sinister ghost laugh.

When the gray smoke dispersed, only a devoured white skeleton was left on the grass.

(End of chapter)