Super Dimensional Martial Immortal

  Chapter 345 Sneak Attack

  The scorching sun in midsummer spread over the earth, steaming the sky and the earth with heat waves, and even the air was obviously distorted.

   And in such a hot afternoon, a Fusang team was walking on the trail under the sun.

   "Captain, it's too late, find a place to rest, it's almost cooked!"

  Pouring the clear water in the water bag on the armor, listening to the sound of the water evaporating in contact with the metal armor, several soldiers looked weakly at the leader.

  In this **** weather, the armor is so hot that you can fry eggs directly. Even a strong soldier with extraordinary military skills can't stand it. He is sweating profusely from the heat, as if he was fished out of the water.

   "Persist a little longer, and we will arrive after bypassing the mountain ahead."

  Squad leader Gu Chuanhui wiped the sweat from his forehead, suddenly remembered something, and stared at several subordinates seriously.

   "Warning you again, don't kill people indiscriminately! Who will farm when all the Shen Li people on horses are dead? Who will mine? Who will pay us taxes??!"

   "Hey, Captain, you understand me. If that woman didn't bite me yesterday, how could I have killed her whole family?"

   "Me too. I ate a few pears from that old guy in the morning. He dared to ask me for money. I was so annoyed that I rewarded him with a knife. I wanted to chop off my hand, but I didn't expect to chop off half of his body..."

  ...

  Listening to the sophistry of several subordinates, Hasegawa Teru sneered and narrowed his eyes.

   "Don't think I don't know what game you are popular now? Who kills more people, right?"

   "Takemura! I heard that you have killed a hundred people? Even someone from the team next door asked me about you! It's very face-saving, isn't it?"

   "Shirai! You are not convinced by Zhucun, so during this period of time, you find faults and kill people every day... Do you want to be killed by a thousand people?!"

  ...

   After a meal, Hasegawa Teru looked around fiercely at the embarrassed smiles of his subordinates.

   "In the future, if I find you killing people indiscriminately, I will let you dig mines! Kill a few people and dig for a few years!"

   After finishing speaking, Hasegawa Hui turned around and left, leaving a few big soldiers looking at each other and whispering.

   "Didn't you just kill a few Shen Liren? Why is the captain so angry?"

   "That's right, during the few days when he slaughtered the city, he obviously had the most fun killing himself."

  ...

  After several discussions, a silent and low-key soldier spoke.

   "Recently, the frontline battle seems not to be going well, and the logistics pressure is increasing. The task of collecting materials has been suppressed by the higher authorities. The area the captain is in charge of has a small population. If the quota is not met, there is no hope of promotion."

  Hearing the words, everyone suddenly realized: "No wonder."

   "What are you still dawdling about? Follow up!"

  The violent roar exploded in front of them, and several people were shocked, and hurriedly ran to follow.

   Enduring the heat and bypassing the mountain depression, a gust of cool sea breeze blows towards the face with a faint fishy and salty smell, which refreshes the spirits of several people.

   And on the seashore not far away, a large-scale fishing village came into everyone's eyes.

   "Well, that's over there."

  Taking out a rough map to confirm again, Hasegawa Teru tidied up his armor, straightened his samurai sword, and approached the fishing village with a few subordinates in a murderous spirit.

   But the strange thing is that it was not until they entered the village that a trembling old man greeted them, and a group of people not far away pointed at them.

   "Master Jun..."

   "Are you the village head here?"

  Holding the handle of the knife in his hand, he was about to make a show of his power first, to calm down these unruly people, when Hasegawa Hui suddenly sensed something was wrong.

  Why didn't the surrounding villagers hide in fear, but watched the excitement from a distance?

   After walking a few villages and towns, compared to the expressions of horror and hatred of those people, the reaction of the villagers here is simply abnormal!

   A trace of uneasiness surged in his heart, and Hasegawa Hui looked around calmly, and found that the villagers had no fear in their eyes, but hidden a trace of imperceptible banter, as if they were watching a few rare animals.

   Tall and slender, most people are even taller than themselves, and tattered clothes can't hide their bulging muscles. These guys... Transcendents?

  Under the scorching midsummer sun, Hasegawa Hui was like falling into an ice cellar, with a chill rising from his bone marrow.

   There is no **** aura of the way of war, martial artist?

  How could there be so many warriors in this small fishing village?

Noticing that there are more and more "villagers" onlookers, faintly wanting to surround them to death, Hasegawa Hui was sweating profusely, and was about to find an excuse to stabilize these people, but a brainless subordinate next to him impatiently pulled out Samurai sword.

   "Horse riders, listen up, you bastards..."

  The crisp sound of drawing a knife seemed to be a signal. Before the words fell, the villagers watching from afar turned into streamers of light and rushed into the team in an instant.

   "Enemy attack!"

With only time to let out a mournful roar, Hasegawa Hui was about to hook up with the blood demon and deploy the army, but found that those "bare-handed" fishermen interrupted the katana swords of their subordinates with bare hands, like pinching a chicken to death, killing more than a dozen people in an instant. All the experienced veterans were killed.

  Boom~

A punch hit the chest of the armor, and the violent force poured into the body. There was no response from the front of the punch, but a cavity of flesh and blood the size of a bowl exploded on the back, and the flesh foam mixed with broken bones shot out more than ten meters away like a fountain. A bright fan-shaped "graffiti" was splashed on the ground.

  In the hideous gap, the bone stubble was directly exposed to the air, and the wriggling and convulsive viscera conveyed irresistible pain. The Fusang soldier who was punched couldn't even scream, and fell down slowly with his mouth wide open.

But the companion beside him was much "luckier". A fleshy palm like a sharp steel knife slashed across his neck and directly took off his entire head. The shocked pupils didn't seem to feel much pain at all. .

  In just one breath, a group of brutal and bloodthirsty Fusang squads were almost wiped out, leaving only the strongest Hasegawa Teru to survive the siege.

   "Third level? It seems that the fourth level is not far away, interesting..."

   "Stop playing, Your Majesty wants a life."

  A cold voice sounded in the ears of the surrounding people, and in an instant, the several people looked like cats whose tails had been stepped on, bursting into a breath that made Hasegawa Hui despair.

  Legendary!

   Four or five legends besieged me for a third rank, you don't talk about martial arts!

Originally, a martial artist could attack the path of soldiers of the same level, but as the scale of the battle expanded, the advantage of the martial arts gradually turned into a disadvantage. In this small-scale encounter, a powerful martial artist can basically take a small team Kill them all, let alone a group of legendary strong men who don't speak martial arts to attack.

Ignoring the samurai sword wrapped in blood, the solid body guard slashed at the blade, four legendary warriors hit Hasegawa Teru's limbs at the same time, and one person behind him attacked the vest viciously, his fingers pierced through the armor like a drill, Precisely inserted into the spinal gap.

  click~

  Amid the sound of bone shattering, Hasegawa Teru's limbs twisted into strange shapes, and the spine on the back was even dented with an obvious pothole.

   "Ahhhhhhh!"

  In an instant, he lost control of his body, waves of intense pain hit his nerves like a tide, and even the battle-hardened Hui Hasegawa couldn't help crying miserably.

   At this moment, his blood-red protruding eyeballs saw an elegant and lazy young man in white clothes walking slowly in Yushu Linfeng.

   Seeing that iconic appearance, Hasegawa Teru's pupils shrank, and a name that made him despair appeared in his mind.

   "Duke of Damin Town..."

  Hearing his subconscious murmur, Zhao Yinshun raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

   "The intelligence work is done well. There are still many people in Da Min who don't know the news of my promotion, but you guys know it all."

   After finishing speaking, he looked at the capable woman who was quietly following behind.

   "Cui Enxian, I'll leave him to you. It's best to find out the situation of the surrounding troops."

"yes."

   Cui Enxian, who had become more calm after the baptism of war, lowered his head and cupped his fists, and took Hasegawa Hui down without delay.

   Watching this unfamiliar beautiful woman off, Zhao Yinshun couldn't help sighing with emotion.

  The beautiful girl in white silk jacket, blue satin skirt, and golden-winged phoenix crown that I saw for the first time in Shennong Valley is gone forever.

  Now Cui Eunxian has faded away from youthfulness and innocence, and has become more mature and resolute...

  Hate makes people grow...

   After sighing, Zhao Yinshun fell into deep thought again.

  After sending her and King Shen Li's bloodline to Liaozhou, they thought their fate was over, but it didn't take long for her to come to him again.

  Until then, he didn't know that this guy actually had the blood of King Shen Li, and he was a real princess.

   It's just that her blood relationship is far away, and it's incomparable with those direct relatives.

  But because of this, she is relatively free, and does not need to boost morale in the north, as a symbol of King Shenli's legacy to inspire the spirit of resistance...

  So, she came to me, who was of no value in the north...and it happened that I needed a "guide" who was familiar with Shen Li's local situation and had a certain identity who could contact the remaining resistance forces in various places...

   After pondering for a few seconds, Zhao Yinshun gave up the last idea of ​​dissuading her.

  Although it is dangerous for her to be involved in this war, if she is not allowed to make a little contribution, this proud princess will probably suffer for the rest of her life.

Nodding thoughtfully, Zhao Yinshun came back to his senses, looked at the corpses all over the ground in front of him, the scattered limbs and broken arms, and the plasma splashed everywhere, and then looked at the awed and nervous The legendary warriors tilted their heads in confusion.

   "Clean up these Mai Tai things, don't affect the action."

  Seeing that he finally spoke, the surrounding warriors heaved a long sigh of relief as if they had been pardoned.

  Jun Shang's aura is too strong, just groaning silently makes a group of legendary warriors feel panic and afraid to move.

  Not paying attention to this little episode, Zhao Yinshun and the trembling village chief left the fishing village together and came to a hidden beach.

   Turning over a steep rock wall, a huge crescent-shaped bay came into view. Hundreds of small boats and more simple fishing boats like ants were busy shuttling on the sea, continuously transporting soldiers and supplies ashore.

   "Old man, don't you really want to go to Damin with them?"

  Looking at a group of ragged figures on the beach, Zhao Yinshun asked softly without looking back.

  These dark and thin fishermen were shivering with fear from the sturdy soldiers around them, and they followed the returning ships and boarded the fleet not far away.

  "Let the young people go, I'm old and I can't walk...it's better to play the last role and make some contributions."

  With a hunchbacked body and humble head, the old man looked at the distant villagers with reluctance and blessings in his eyes.

   Staring at the village chief who looked seventy or eighty years old, but was actually only in his fifties, Zhao Yinshun remained silent and just patted him on the shoulder lightly.

   Then, following his gaze, Zhao Yinshun's gaze continued to extend, and he saw the majestic and magnificent fleet floating not far away.

   In the previous naval battle, 1 holy battleship, 31 Tier 6 heavy cruisers, 33 Tier 5 light cruisers, and 18 Tier 4 destroyers were captured, directly doubling the strength of the Liuyin Fleet!

  2 Myth-class battleships, 234 main battleships of all tiers, thousands of supply transport ships...

   These are the most solid confidence to start this war!

  Looking at the huge fleet created by himself from afar, Zhao Yinshun was proud and felt a sense of accomplishment.

The only pity is that the new mythical battleship does not have a genuine seventh-tier ship spirit. It is in charge of an old brand sixth-tier dug from Qinglongjing. It is a typical small horse-drawn cart. The software cannot keep up with the hardware. There is still a big gap between the Tier 6 heavy cruiser, which is regarded as an enhanced version, and the real holy battleship.

   This kind of combat power between a battleship and a heavy cruiser reminded Zhao Yinshun of a word.

  Battlecruiser!

  Shaking his head with a broken smile, Zhao Yinshun threw this out-of-control thought behind his head, and slowly focused his gaze on the most dazzling, largest, and majestic flagship in the fleet.

  【Tianhong】!

  The natal flagship of Cen Xing, Commander-in-Chief of the Liuyin Fleet!

In the last naval battle with Fusang, apart from Zhao Yinshun himself, Cen Xing had the most harvest, and then after several months of precipitation and absorption, upgrading and transformation, today's [Tianhong] is obviously bigger in size, fully loaded The displacement has broken through the 20,000-ton mark, and it already has the demeanor of those peak battleships in Zhao Yinshun's memory in his previous life!

   While Zhao Yinshun was admiring the sweet fruit he created, Cui Eunxian hurried over after the interrogation.

   "Well, it seems that Beimingzhu Kingdom is putting a lot of pressure on the front line, and the troops behind Fusang are weaker than expected..."

   Rubbing his chin, combining the latest information with the map in his mind, Zhao Yinshun muttered to himself.

   "Beimingzhu Kingdom is very powerful, with him, the north is as stable as Mount Tai."

  As a person who has been deeply involved in the frontal battlefield and witnessed the strength of Beimingzhu Kingdom, Cui Enxian's confidence is even stronger than that of Zhao Yinshun.

   Pursing his lips, Zhao Yinshun smiled and said nothing.

  He can understand Cui Enxian's blind worship. As the strongest defensive style among the four pillar countries, Beimingzhu Kingdom is indeed powerful.

   When the quality of the soldiers was obviously suppressed by Fusang, they actually used layers of elastic defenses to stop the Fusang army abruptly, and even mobilized superior troops from time to time to launch counterattacks and regain lost ground.

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  (end of this chapter)