Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 698 689. The Great Northern Conquest (Fog)

   "Boom, boom, boom"

  The mountain pass that entered the Northern Territory Chafengyuan from the east soil, in the territory that was supposed to be occupied by a monster cave, there was a low gunshot, as well as the roar of human beings, and the howling of monsters when they died fighting.

  The pungent smell of blood, mixed with the early morning sun, rolled over this grassland and hills.

  A small-scale raid is underway.

  But the positions of the two warring parties are different from the previous conflicts between humans and monsters. The monsters who always became invaders in the past will be surrounded and hunted down by the human army.

  It’s not a powerful monster living here.

  The monsters in this mountain are all mixed together. A large group of little monsters gather under the command of a monster general, occupying the mountain as the king on the edge of this northern border.

  From time to time, secretly crossing the border, grabbing some things, or grabbing a few ordinary masters for a tooth sacrifice, and whether there is a Xiuxian sect nearby, let these monsters live a very comfortable life.

  But this will encounter a surprise attack, and after they failed in a wave of counterattacks, they immediately began to break through.

   A large group of monsters fled in all directions, some of them transformed into monster bodies, "covered" with newly born cubs, and some of them could not care about anything, they found a direction and fled indiscriminately.

  Such embarrassment is rare.

  As far as the forces gathered by hundreds of monsters are concerned, the ordinary human army is no threat, and only when the monks of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect go out to the east and enter the north to "hunt" each year, they will temporarily give up their territory.

  That is also a "strategic" retreat. Find a safe place to hide, and wait for the trainers of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect to leave, and then come back and continue to be the free mountain king.

  But today is different.

  It is not the human monks who force these monsters to leave, but a group of ordinary people who were only regarded as food and insects by them in the past.

  A group of ordinary people holding magical instruments in their hands.

"boom"

  Riding on the horse, the forward captain in armor was on the horse galloping, raised the short-barreled lance in his hand, pulled the trigger at close range, and the fierce little demon who leaped at him was full of flowers.

  The whole body was covered with gray mane, and it looked like a large mouse. With its tail, the little demon with its teeth and claws shattered its eye sockets and a small half of its head by a bullet hit from the front.

   fell to the ground in the blood and light, because the monster's vitality was so strong that it hadn't died immediately after suffering such an injury. It twitched on the ground, endured great pain, and screamed harshly.

   was again taken out by the infantry who caught up behind him, and slammed his exposed brain a few times.

  The cavalry lieutenant who had shattered the little demon's head immediately replaced the spirit spear with a single bullet, and the face under the leather armor and helmet was shining with a ferocious and revengeful pleasure.

  He pulled the rein of the warhorse, quickly locked onto the next target, galloped, approached the wolf demon who was fleeing in panic, raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

  In the deep sound, the wolf demon's hind legs were slapped, and the war horse stepped on it.

  It's not dead yet.

  But he couldn't run far when he was lame, and the group of vicious human pawns behind him had already surrounded him. Each of them had the same revenge pleasure on their faces as the captain.

  These human races living on the border between the north and the east have not been bullied by the monsters. By counting the genealogy of every household, you can always find tragedies related to the monsters.

  In the past, I could only ask the passing monks to help revenge. Now, they also have good weapons that can kill monsters, so they naturally have to take revenge by themselves.

  The monsters are not good things!

  Damn all monsters!

"boom"

  The volley of the Spirit Gun team not far away smashed the last wave of stubborn little monsters covered in blood, and pain and panic emerged in their wild hearts.

  As the first guy who fleeed howled and turned and ran, the remaining little monsters also dispersed, leaving only three or four monster soldiers who supervised the battle, trapped in the gunpowder remaining after the bullet was fired.

  The demon pawns are more powerful than ordinary little demon.

  But at the moment, three or four demon pawns are facing thirty or forty hand-held spirit spear weapons, well-trained elites, and the counterattack they can make is really lackluster.

  The eyes of the besieged monsters were shining with terror. They saw the spirit guns held by these human soldiers in front of them.

  There is a shimmering light on the weird weapon. It is the light brought by the low-level ink amulet extracting the surrounding aura. This kind of light means that the magical tools they hold in their hands are all made by human monks.

  Those fired bullets are also accompanied by the power of aura to kill, hitting the little demon's body is a blood hole, if it is hit to a fatal place, a single shot can take the life of a little demon.

  The more powerful monster pawns will not last long under the volley of spirit spears.

  Damn it!

  Where did these human races get such nasty magical artifacts? Didn’t it mean that only monks can use weapons? What about these ordinary people who have not entered the practice

"boom"

  The next round of merciless volleys interrupted the thinking of the monsters, and the flying spirit bullets staggered past, piercing their tyrannical bodies.

   A weasel transformed into a monster fell in a pool of blood, its eyes looked hard at its own cave, where the demon general who commanded them was fighting with the heroes of the human race who rushed into the cave.

  The adults will surely kill them all!

  This demon soldier thought so when he swallowed his last breath.

  Yes, the demon general is tyrannical, even if there is no ancient blood, it is not a monster to become a monster, but as long as you cultivate to the demon general, relying on the spiritual spear and magic weapons in the hands of these mortal soldiers, it is absolutely impossible to injure the demon general.

  That is equivalent to the cultivation of the human beings.

but.

   "Ah, this demon is angry!"

  The rough howls echoed in the cave. Not long after the little demons collapsed, the demon general who guarded the cave also fled in the blood on his embarrassed body.

  It is a very low spirit gun that is not afraid of those who pull it and hit it.

A weapon like    couldn’t hit a fast-moving monster at all. What really forced it to leave the ground and escape was the "secret weapon" brought by this human pioneer with the army.

  A heavy machine gun drawn by horses, silly, big, black, and level World War I.

  But like other bolt-action spears, the shell of this thing is also engraved with ink charms.

  The human race is cunning, and first induces the demon general to chase down to the ambush area. Nearly a hundred spirit guns and this heavy machine gun fire at the same time.

   Although he was not seriously injured, he was shocked.

  If you continue to fight, it is inevitable that these human races will no longer make moths.

  The group of monsters outside of the monster cave has collapsed.

  It doesn’t make sense to stay here and fight to death. It’s better to go to the depths of the wind chase, look for other monster reinforcements, and come back and slaughter this group of bold mortals!

  So, the demon king was very decisive.

  It wants to escape, but these Terran soldiers cannot catch up.

  But as the monster flees, the battle against the monster cave immediately entered the final stage. Seeing that the king has run away, the other little monsters collapsed faster.

  The human general who commanded the striker to hit here stood outside a messy cave, leaning on his waist and laughing, but he laughed and cried again.

  The pass where the cave mansion was located was originally the territory of their homeland, which was invaded by monsters more than ten years ago.

  The general at the time was just a captain who garrisoned this place. After being defeated by the monsters, he fled back to the country in embarrassment after losing his helmet and armor. Now, more than ten years later, they have returned!

   Fought back dignifiedly, knocking down the nasty monsters and driving them away.

   For a while, the general felt extremely moved. He remembered the robes who had died here and bought them time to escape. For a while, they were emotionally surging, and it was difficult to control them.

  After crying, he ordered the soldiers to clean up the battlefield and continue to advance to the former border.

  We must take advantage of the victory and chase, and restore the country!

  The general in armor walked to the back of the position. He stretched out his hand and stroked the heavy machine gun with ink shining on the carriage in front of him. His eyes were full of love.

  His fingers stroked the cold gun body of this good treasure. On the rear shell of the black heavy machine gun, he found a small sign, which was a sycamore leaf.

   represents the creator of this artifact and its origin.

  This is the craftsman of Kunlunfang, who was praised by Lao Jiang himself as a loose repair craftsman with "Goblin talent", and he made it by himself by the children of the outer disciple Xiu Wutong of Moshuang Mountain.

  I just don’t know why this thing is tens of thousands of miles away, falling into the hands of this group of human sergeants who are raiding into the north, and they also helped them achieve a hearty victory.

  But this is not an important issue either.

  As long as you win!

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  In the town at the foot of Moshuang Mountain, in a large warehouse belonging to Kunlunfang, Lao Jiang was taking Ruyue here to meet Niu Hanhan who had just returned from the edge of the northern border.

  Niu Sansheng did not come back alone.

  He also took prisoners.

  There are a lot of people, there are more than a dozen.

   are all casual cultivators in the god-cultivation realm, from all over the eastern soil, as well as those working hard in the Southern Wilderness. But now these guys look miserable, and their bodies are full of burn marks.

  As soon as he approached them, the module on the left arm of Boss Jiang quickly called the police. He lowered his head and glanced down. Good guys, these badly injured and unconscious casual practitioners were all contaminated with a lethal concentration of nuclear radiation.

  At first glance, it was an injury caused by a naïve nuclear explosion.

   "So, these guys secretly instigated the conflict between the human race and the monster race?"

  Lao Jiang took Ruyue’s hand and stepped back a few steps. He sat on the table and chair next to him, pinched the buns and chopsticks, and asked madly about a table of big fish and meat:

  "Are they all from your clan? The ascended ones who came to Sufferwood with you and the Three Treasures?"

   "Well, they are all former companions."

  Her two bites ate a big meat bun, then pinched a chicken leg to shake it in their mouths, chewed off the bones, and poured some wine into their mouths, and then replied:

  "But it is not true that they instigated the human race to attack the monster race. They just transferred the magic weapon secretly bought from Hongyanhui and Kunlunfang to those small countries.

  The people and monsters there have deep hatred, and the army armed with the spirit gun spontaneously invites battle without them inciting it.

  I also visited that country specifically, and their country owners are very supportive of this war.

  However, they were still sober. They didn't play the banner of destroying the monster clan. They just sent troops to expel the monsters and monsters who had occupied their land, saying that they had recovered their lost ground. "

   "Well, I have also heard about the situation in the northern border. Those monsters are not a good thing."

  Lao Jiang rubbed his chin and said:

"It is said that it was because of the support of the Great Sage Qing Si who regrettably made the monsters continue to occupy territory for these two hundred years and disturb the eastern border. Although the immortal alliance was suppressing it, there was no major event of massacre and annihilation of the country. There must be some dirty hands and feet on weekdays.

  Just hit it.

  If the public opinion is like this, can the immortal alliance be able to suppress it?

  But I’m even more curious about how many spirit guns they bought from Hongyanhui to arm so many mortals. "

  Speaking of this, Boss Jiang looked at his secretary and asked:

  "I haven't paid attention to the Hongyan Club for a long time. How much did the spirit gun we made give to that side?"

   "A lot, boss."

   Ruyue replied:

  "Do you remember the last time Hongyan would send someone to Fengming State to discuss business with us, didn't Xiao Ya'er warn you? It was said that a force was hoarding spiritual weapons from them.

   Said that someone might want to use those magical instruments to do bad things.

  After that, the business of Hongyan's reselling spirit guns suddenly increased several times.

  At the outer door, Little Jasmine also specially organized a group of outer disciples to sell guns and bullets to the Hongyanhui.

  As for the spirit guns sold during this period, if they were all eaten by these people, then the military equipment for a battle is definitely enough, and there is also the Fengshan Market hosted by Kunlunfang, the fourth oldest.

  Every time in the market, their spirit guns will be sold out.

  Now Kunlunfang’s arms business is all done by the fourth child. I don’t know if he does business with these people. "

   "The old fourth is called here."

Boss Jiang glanced at the casual practitioners in front of him, frowned and said:

   "First figure out what he sold in the past."

  (End of this chapter)