Chapter 695: The Great Conquest of the North (Mist)
"Bang, bang, bang"
At the mountain pass leading from the East into the Wind-Chasing Plain in the North, which should have been a place occupied by monster caves, there were muffled sounds of gunfire, as well as the roars of humans and the howls of monsters in a desperate battle.
The pungent smell of blood mixed with the early morning sunlight rolled over the area where grassland and hills met.
A small-scale raid is underway.
However, the positions of the two warring parties are somewhat different from previous conflicts between humans and monsters. In the past, the monsters who were always invaders are now being surrounded and hunted by the human army.
There aren't any powerful monsters living here.
The monsters in this mountain live together. A large group of small monsters gather under a monster general, and they rule the mountain on the edge of the northern border.
From time to time they would sneak across the border, steal some things, or capture a few mortal masters for a snack. If there were any immortal cultivation sects nearby, these monsters would live a very comfortable life.
However, they encountered a surprise attack at this time, and after their counterattack failed, they immediately began to break out.
A large group of monsters fled in all directions. Some transformed into their true monster forms, with their bodies "covered" with newborn cubs. Some didn't care about anything and just fled in a random direction.
Such embarrassing situations rarely occur.
For the forces consisting of hundreds of monsters, ordinary human armies pose no threat. They will only temporarily abandon their territory when the monks of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect leave the East and enter the North for "hunting" every year.
That was also a "strategic" retreat. He would find a safe place to hide and wait for the beast trainers from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect to leave before coming back to continue being the free-spirited king of the mountain.
But today is different.
It was not the human monks who forced these monsters to leave, but a group of ordinary people who they used to only regard as food and insects.
A group of ordinary people holding magical weapons in their hands.
"Bang"
Riding on a horse, the vanguard captain in armor raised the short-barreled lance in his hand while his warhorse was galloping, pulled the trigger at close range, and hit the ferocious little demon who pounced on him head-on, leaving his face covered with blood.
The little demon, covered with gray mane and shaped like a large rat, was swinging its tail and baring its fangs and claws. A bullet shot from the front shattered its eye socket and half of its head.
It fell to the ground amidst the blood splattering everywhere. Because the monster had strong vitality, it did not die immediately after receiving such an injury. It twitched on the ground, enduring great pain and making piercing howling screams.
The infantrymen who caught up with him from behind drew their swords and stabbed him hard in the exposed head several times.
The cavalry captain who had smashed the little demon's head replaced the single-headed bullets in his spirit spear on the horse. His face under the leather armor and helmet flashed with a ferocious look and a sense of revenge.
He pulled the reins of his warhorse, quickly locked onto the next target, galloped towards the panicked wolf demon, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger.
With a low sound, the wolf demon's hind legs were broken and then trampled by the warhorse.
It's not dead yet.
But he couldn't run far with a lame leg, as the group of vicious human infantrymen behind him had already surrounded him. On each of their faces, there was the same sense of revenge as the captain.
All the human beings living at the border between the North and the East have suffered from the bullying of monsters. If you look through the family tree of every household, you can always find tragedies related to monsters.
In the past, they could only ask passing monks for help in revenge. Now, they also have good weapons that can kill monsters, so naturally they have to take revenge with their own hands.
Monsters are not good things!
Damn all the monsters!
"Bang"
The volleys of fire from the Spirit Gun Team not far away made the last wave of little monsters who were still resisting covered in blood, and pain and panic emerged in their wild hearts.
As the first fleeing guy howled and turned to run, the remaining little demons also scattered, leaving only three or four demon soldiers supervising the battle trapped in the smoke left after the bullets were fired.
The demon soldiers are more powerful than ordinary little demons.
But at the moment, three or four demon soldiers are facing thirty or forty well-trained elite soldiers armed with magic spears and magical weapons, and the counterattack they can make is really lackluster.
There was fear in the eyes of several besieged demon soldiers when they saw the spiritual spears held in the hands of the human soldiers in front of them.
There was a faint light shining on the strange weapons. That was the light brought by the low-level ink talismans that drew the free spiritual energy from the surroundings. This light represented that the weapons they held in their hands were all made by human cultivators.
The fired bullets also carry the power of spiritual killing. When they hit the little demon, a bloody hole will be left. If they hit a fatal spot, one shot can take the life of a little demon.
Even the more powerful demon soldiers could not hold out for long under the volley of spiritual spears.
Damn it!
Where did these humans get such abominable magical instruments? Isn't it said that only monks can use magical instruments? How did these ordinary people who have not entered the cultivation world...
"Bang"
The next round of ruthless volleys interrupted the demon soldiers' thoughts. The flying spiritual bullets crossed each other and made their powerful bodies full of holes.
A monster transformed from a weasel fell in a pool of blood. It looked towards its own cave with difficulty. The demon general who commanded them was fighting there with the brave human warriors who had rushed into the cave.
My Lord will surely kill them all!
The demon soldier thought so before he took his last breath.
Yes, the demon general is powerful. Even if he does not have any ancient bloodline and is not a monster from a strange beast, as long as he has cultivated to the level of a demon general, it is impossible for these mortal soldiers to hurt the demon general with their magic spears and magic weapons.
That is equivalent to the human race's practice of the realm of truth.
but……
"Ah, I'm so pissed off!"
Rough howls echoed in the cave. Not long after the little demons fled, the demon general guarding the cave also fled underground in a miserable state, covered in blood.
It is not afraid of those extremely low-level spirit guns that can hit with a single pull.
Such weapons could not hit a fast-moving demon general at all. What really forced it to abandon its territory and flee was the "secret weapon" brought by this human vanguard.
A heavy machine gun pulled by a horse, with a huge, black and rough appearance, and of World War I level.
But like other bolt-action spirit guns, the outer shell of this thing is also engraved with ink symbols.
The human race was cunning. They first lured the demon general to chase them into the ambush area. Nearly a hundred spirit guns and heavy machine guns fired at the same time. The demon general king was caught off guard and was beaten covered in blood at the first sight.
Although he was not seriously injured, he was frightened.
If the fighting continues, it is inevitable that these humans will cause trouble again.
The group of monsters outside the monster cave has dispersed.
There is no point in staying here and fighting to the death. It is better to go to the depths of Zhufengyuan to find other monster reinforcements, and then come back to slaughter these bold mortals!
Therefore, the demon king decisively pulled the wind away.
It wanted to escape, but these human soldiers couldn't catch up with it.
But as the demon generals fled, the battle to attack the demon cave immediately entered its final stage. Seeing that the big king had run away, the other little demons dispersed even faster.
The human general who led the vanguard here stood outside the ruined cave, holding his sword and laughing, but he burst into tears while laughing.
The pass where this cave is located was originally the territory of their homeland, which was occupied by monsters more than ten years ago.
The general at that time was just a captain guarding this place. After being defeated by the monsters, he fled back to the country in a panic, abandoning his weapons and armor. Now, more than ten years later, they have fought back!
Fight back with dignity and defeat the hateful monsters.
For a moment, the general was deeply moved, thinking of his comrades who had died in battle here to buy them time to escape. His emotions surged and he could hardly control himself.
After crying, he ordered the soldiers to clean up the battlefield and continue advancing towards the former border.
We must seize the opportunity to pursue victory and recover our homeland!
The armored general walked to the rear of the position. He reached out and touched the Mo Fu heavy machine gun mounted on the carriage in front of him, which was shining with a cold light, his eyes full of love.
His fingers stroked the cold body of this precious weapon, and on the rear shell of the black heavy machine gun, he found a small mark, which was a sycamore leaf.
It represents the maker of this magical instrument and its origin.
This was made by the master weapon maker of Kunlun Square, a wandering weapon maker who was praised by Lao Jiang as having "goblin talent", and Wutong, a female cultivator from the outer sect of Mo Shuang Mountain.
I just don't know why this thing, from thousands of miles away, fell into the hands of these human soldiers who were raiding the northern border, and helped them achieve a resounding victory.
But this is not an important issue.
As long as we win!
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In the town at the foot of Mo Shuang Mountain, in a large warehouse belonging to Kunlun Fang, Lao Jiang was bringing Ruyue to meet .
Niu Sansheng did not come back alone.
He also took prisoners.
There were quite a few people, more than a dozen or so.
They were all independent cultivators in the God Cultivation Realm, coming from all over the East, and some were fighting in the Southern Wasteland. But now these guys all looked miserable, with burn marks all over their bodies.
As soon as he approached them, the module on Boss Jiang's left arm quickly sounded the alarm. He looked down and saw that these seriously injured and unconscious cultivators were all contaminated with lethal concentrations of nuclear radiation.
At first glance, it was obvious that the injury was caused by Hanhan's nuclear explosion punch.
"So, these guys are the ones who secretly instigated the conflict between the human race and the demon race?"
Lao Jiang took Ruyue's hand and stepped back a few steps. He asked Hanhan, who was sitting at the table and chair next to him, holding a bun and chopsticks, and madly eating a table full of fish and meat:
"Are they all your people? The ascenders who came to Kumu Realm with you and Sanbao?"
"Yes, they are all former companions."
Hanhan ate a large meat bun in two bites, then picked up a chicken leg and swished it in his mouth, chewed the bones, and took a sip of wine before answering:
“But it’s not accurate to say that they incited the human race to attack the demon race. They just secretly bought the magic spears and magic tools from the Hongyan Society and Kunlun Square and handed them over to those small countries.
The people there and the monsters had a deep hatred for each other, so without their incitement, the army armed with spirit spears spontaneously volunteered to fight.
I even went to that country and saw that their leader was very supportive of this war.
However, they were still very sober and did not raise the banner of destroying the demon race. They only sent troops to expel the demons of all sizes that occupied their territory, saying that they were recovering the lost land. "
"Well, I have heard about the situation in the North. Those monsters are not good people either."
Lao Jiang stroked his chin and said:
"It is said that it is because of the support of the Great Sage Qingsi of Handi Mountain that the monsters have been occupying territory and harassing the border of the East for the past two hundred years. Although the Immortal Alliance has suppressed them and prevented them from causing massacres or destroying countries, they are definitely not clean on a daily basis.
Just hit me.
With public opinion like this, can the Immortal Alliance still suppress it?
But I am more curious about how many spiritual guns they bought from the Hongyan Society to arm so many mortal soldiers."
At this point, Boss Jiang looked at his secretary and asked:
"I haven't paid attention to the Hongyan Society's affairs for a long time. How many of the spirit spears we made were given to them?"
"A lot, boss."
Kisaragi replied:
"Do you remember the last time Hongyan Society sent people to Fengming Country to discuss business with us, didn't Xiao Yaer warn you? She said that there was a force that was hoarding spiritual spears and magic weapons from them.
It is said that someone might want to use those magical instruments to do bad things.
After that, Hongyanhui's business of selling spiritual spears increased several times.
On the outer sect side, Little Moli also organized a group of outer sect disciples to make spirit guns and bullets and sell them to the Hongyan Society.
If all the spiritual spears sold during this period were bought by these people, there would be enough weapons to fight a war, and there is also the Fengshan Market hosted by the Kunlun Square of the fourth brother.
Every time there is a market, the spirit guns they make will be sold out.
The arms business in Kunlun Square is now handled by the fourth brother. I am not sure whether he has done business with these people. "
"Then call the fourth one over."
Boss Jiang glanced at the casual cultivators in front of him, frowned and said:
"First find out what he sold."
