On the front line of the battlefield, behind a bunker made of sandbags, Lin Xing was squatting there and looking at the battlefield.
To the other soldiers around him, Lin Xing was just hiding behind the bunker and observing the battlefield.
But in Lin Xing's own memory, he rushed to the battlefield again and again, charging in a hail of bullets, and almost exhausted all his talismans and spiritual thoughts in each battle.
Being shelled, shot, chopped with knives, burned...
All kinds of cruel ways of death were performed on him one by one.
There was almost no part of his body that was uninjured.
Object Control (77.6% on the first level) → Object Control (5.4% on the second level)
"This kind of siege battle involving thousands of soldiers, even with my current combat effectiveness, is still far from enough."
Looking at the battlefield that was still fiercely fought, Lin Xing sat down and planned to rest for a while before continuing to charge.
Zhu Fen, who was not far away, looked at this scene and sneered in his heart: "It seems that Lin Xing is not really stupid and bold. He is also afraid of death."
In his opinion, on such a battlefield, if Lin Xing rushed forward as recklessly as before, he would probably turn into a pile of bloody corpses in minutes.
And as Lin Xing fought to the death for a while and rested for a while, the entire battlefield seemed to him extremely fierce, with all kinds of death threats everywhere, and the masters of the Tianyi Sect took turns fighting with him...
But in the eyes of others, the battle situation was completely deadlocked.
Marshal Zhang was unwilling to risk the artillery to launch a charge, while the Tianyi Sect was sitting firm and guarding the city.
The soldiers spent most of their time building fortifications, building bunkers, and at most firing a few shots from a distance.
When Ming Jin retreated his troops that night, Zhu Fen walked past Lin Xing and looked at Lin Xing who had not fired a shot all day. He couldn't help but said: "I see you slept very comfortably. This battle was quite boring." Right?"
When Lin Xing opened his eyes, they were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his expression of deep exhaustion made Zhu Fen confused.
Lin Xing sighed and said: "This battle is too cruel."
He looked in the direction of the city wall and said with emotion: "The power of the artillery is too strong, and the physical body cannot bear it at all. Even if you can break your hands and feet and continue charging, you can't avoid the shots of others."
"If we use wind and smoke as cover, we have a chance to get close to the city wall, but those guys above will sprinkle hot oil and dung soup down..."
Thinking of this, Lin Xing shook his head and sighed: "It feels like once you try it once, you will never want to try it again."
"But even after climbing the city wall, it's just the beginning. There are too many masters and elites on the wall. Even if a certain amount of damage is caused, the final outcome will most likely be being robbed and beaten to death..."
Listening to Lin Xing talking about these things matter-of-factly, Zhu Fen looked confused.
Looking at Lin Xing sighing and leaving, he couldn't help but think: "Is this...hysteria?"
In the next few days, Lin Xing continued to use the battlefield to repeatedly hone his skills. Although the progress of the Object Control Technique became slower after entering the second level, repeated battles to the death still led to a breakthrough in the Object Control Technique.
Object Control (5.4% on the second level) → Object Control (92.9% on the second level)
Seeing that the battle situation was still at a stalemate, Marshal Zhang finally took action this day.
Then he saw that the commander-in-chief of the entire army was wearing heavy armor, and the gorgeous silver armor covered him from head to toe.
And as Marshal Zhang appeared on the stage in full armor, the soldiers shouted in unison, and their originally low morale was instantly boosted.
"We must win! We must win! We must win!"
Looking at the enthusiastic soldiers around him, Lin Xing once again felt the weight of Marshal Zhang in the hearts of his soldiers.
Marshal Zhang stretched out his hand and saw a Fangtian painted halberd more than three meters long being slowly lifted in front of him by five big men.
Taking the halberd with one hand, Marshal Zhang flicked it, and a wave of air exploded, then turned into a buzzing sound.
Then he opened his mouth to drink, and a wave of sound was already swaying in the air, sweeping through the entire place as he shouted.
"The Heavenly Cult incites ignorant people, plunders the countryside, and poisons everyone. Today, I will kill you all and restore peace to Dongya Mansion."
"All officers and men listen to the order and follow me to slay the demons."
Marshal Zhang shouted loudly and rushed out like a steel tank.
With his charge, the morale of the entire army rose, and they launched the first large-scale siege since the war began.
Countless bullets were first fired at Marshal Zhang, who was rushing to the front and attracting the most attention of the audience.
Amidst the crackling bullets, Dashuai Zhang's heavy armor jingled, but it was unable to make him take even one step back.
Threads of golden light poured out from the gaps in the armor, reflecting the armor like gold.
Seeing Marshal Zhang charging all the way with guns blazing, the soldiers behind him all turned red and followed him excitedly.
At the same time, Bai Yiyi's voice rose in Lin Xing's mind: "This golden light... should be the golden bell cover of Shilin Temple, the sublimated Arhat combat body. The Arhat combat body alone is already invulnerable, plus With this heavy armor, it’s no wonder he can charge into battle on the battlefield.”
Lin Xing glanced at the belated cat doll that had slipped out of his clothes, and asked, "Master Bai, why did you come out to see it too?"
Bai Yiyi said matter-of-factly: "It's rare for this commander to take action with all his strength. Who wouldn't be curious about what he is capable of?"
"Besides, ancestor, I have a lot of knowledge and knowledge of various martial arts. I can just explain it to you."
At this moment, Marshal Zhang on the battlefield suddenly let out a loud roar.
Roar!
Streams of white air surged out of his mouth instantly, covering his whole body like clouds.
Bai Yiyi said in surprise: "This is the Tiangang Dou Qi sublimated from the Taihe Sect's Dao Qigong."
Lin Xing asked: "Is it very powerful?"
Bai Yiyi said: "Once the Tiangang Dou Qi is activated, the potential of the physical body will be directly activated, and every move can explode with the power of nine cows and two tigers."
At the same time, I saw Dashuai Zhang, who was bursting with Tiangang fighting spirit, accelerate and fly out like a cannonball, shooting towards the city wall.
Not long after he accelerated, the artillery on the city wall was finally ready, roaring continuously, but none of the shells fired could hit Marshal Zhang who was moving at high speed.
The next moment, with another loud shout from Marshal Zhang, the ground beneath his feet exploded violently. He had already crossed a distance of more than ten meters and jumped onto the city wall with a bang.
Then he took a deep breath, and in the next moment a ripple visible to the naked eye came out of his mouth.
Amid the earth-shattering roar of the tiger, with Dashuai Zhang's body as the center, the surrounding Tianyi Sect believers fell down like wheat.
Seeing this scene at the top of the city, countless soldiers shouted excitedly and rushed towards the city wall with increasing enthusiasm.
(End of chapter)
