After many detours, Li Mu's warship finally sailed into the underground base of the East China Sea Outpost. He jumped off the deck and found that many comrades who also belonged to the second line of defense had gathered here, but Compared to his own ship, the other warships that returned here were basically scarred.
Covered by the terrifying artillery fire of the Penglai fleet, it was lucky that these warships were able to return home smoothly, while many of their comrades had completely stayed in the East China Sea. Thinking of this, not to mention the girls Lin Qingzhu, were already filled with tears. Li Mu himself couldn't help but feel moved.
"Cheer up, we have more important tasks to complete."
Seeing the expressions of these little babies who had just entered the battlefield, Ye Jin walked to Li Mu, patted his shoulder and comforted him. Indeed, they did not have time to mourn for their fallen comrades now, because there was still a whole city and a huge The empire needs them to protect it.
The group of people continued to go deep along the underground dock of the island, and after passing through thick iron gates, they came to the main base again. Compared with the time before the battle started, the base at this time was even more lively, with countless soldiers carrying goods. There are all kinds of weapons and supplies, and among them there is a black round cake-shaped object that accounts for the vast majority.
"Okay, let's separate here. You can go up the stairs on the cliff to see General Liu. All the monks have been summoned. There should be a special mission. I'm going to regroup the team for the next step. Prepare for battle."
Although they didn't get along for a long time, Li Mu's feelings for Mr. Ye were not shallow at all. They were about to separate at this time, and the subsequent life-and-death battle would be so cruel. No one knew whether they could see each other again, but this was It is the fate of soldiers to be shrouded in horse leather and their bodies are their glory.
The two hugged each other and then left. Li Mu's belief in victory had never been stronger. The same was true for his companions behind him. They had all undergone transformation in the baptism of war. This transformation did not come from Cultivation or combat power, but the strengthening of the spiritual will, and the stability of this Taoist heart may become the cornerstone for these proud men to reach higher realms in the future.
Going up the stairs, Li Mu and the others arrived at the command room. At this time, the room was already full of about a hundred people. Compared to all the monks at the East China Sea Outpost, the woman at the front of the team It was the commander-in-chief of this battle, Imperial Vice Admiral Liu Qingling, the king of naval battles affiliated with the Eastern Military Region.
"Everyone, you are the trump card of our East China Sea outpost and the greatest guarantee to stop the enemy. First of all, on behalf of the Eastern Military Region, I would like to thank you for your assistance and help."
Liu Qingling's voice was not loud, but it was very penetrating. The monks present were not officers and soldiers from the Eastern Military Region. They were all sect disciples and casual cultivators who came to support General Qi after learning of the war. They may not have enough cultivation. Gao, maybe he is just an unknown person in the world of immortals, but his courage to stand here and fight against the enemy's army of 30,000 monks makes Li Mu admire him immensely.
"This is the meaning of cultivating immortals. They live in an ignoble existence or even betray their country for glory. No matter how high their cultivation level is, that kind of bullshit monks will never be able to escape the reincarnation of heaven."
Under the leadership of a soldier, Li Mu and his companions behind him quickly arrived at their positions, and at this time Liu Qingling also began to formally lay out the follow-up tactical plan.
"Our previous tactics of luring the enemy were very successful. Although we made a lot of sacrifices, we have successfully confused the enemy's commander. The trap layout in the A-shaped area will be completed soon. Our troops will ambush the enemy when they enter." Evacuate quickly after the location, and your task is to do your best after the ambush begins to prevent the enemy troops from escaping and maximize the victory of our ambush."
Liu Qingling's words made the monks couldn't help but start discussing in low voices. They were not afraid of death. If they were afraid of death, they would not come here at all. But the strength of the Penglai Army is obvious to all. Although the plan to lure the enemy deep has been successful, how can they get there? Continuing to attack the opponent in the encirclement is another difficulty. You must know that it is difficult for ordinary artillery fire to break through the defense of the giant warship and the monks on the ship.
"I know everyone's doubts. We are also very aware of the enemy's strength, and we will not make fun of everyone's lives. For this ambush, we have specially prepared a secret weapon, and this is it."
Liu Qingling raised her hand and said to the round black cake on the table next to her. This was the mysterious object that Li Mu had seen soldiers carrying in the base before. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be his own secret weapon. All of the people present were suddenly Everyone focused their attention on Black Pancake.
"I think the introduction of this weapon should be left to the person who created it, Mr. Mo, please."
At this time, Li Mu discovered that there was an inconspicuous old man standing three steps away from Liu Qingling. His ordinary appearance could not even leave an impression on people. The more than a hundred monks present had actually ignored the old man's existence before. This weird thing surprised Li Mu.
"Everyone, I named this weapon 'Water Beast'. It can hide twenty feet underwater. Each 'Water Beast' can sense the nearby water flow. Once certain conditions are met, It will explode, and its power is equivalent to a full-strength blow from a perfect expert in the Transformation Infant Realm."
The old man stroked his beard and said slowly. His eyes when looking at the black cake were full of doting, as if he were looking at his own child, but the message conveyed in his words really made everyone in an uproar.
"Really or not? Such a small thing can unleash the full blow of a perfect warrior in the Transformation Infant Realm?"
"Oh my god, I just saw hundreds of these black cakes down there. How powerful is this in total?"
Li Mu looked at the people talking in front of him, and was also excited by what the old man said. If there really was such a powerful secret weapon, the Penglai Army would have suffered heavy losses if it was caught off guard, and wouldn't his simulation system mission also be successfully completed?
"Senior, General Liu just said that your surname is Mo. Are you..."
A middle-aged monk in the front row suddenly thought of something, looked up at the old man, and asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Lao Chan is indeed from the Mo family. This 'water beast' was designed and made by Lao Chan specifically for this battle."
One stone stirred up a thousand waves. With the surname Mo and such a magical weapon, the identity of the old man was finally remembered by everyone. There was a legend that had been circulating in the Cangyun Empire. There was once a family that suffered an accident in ancient times and was killed by the enemy. Due to the curse, the heirs were unable to practice, but this family was unwilling to degenerate, and instead devoted all their energy to the research of the mechanism.
Either God is fair, or hard work will eventually pay off. This family has reached the pinnacle of achievement in hidden weapons. They can even use their own designed and produced hidden weapons to fight against traditional monks. They are powerful and their own sect, and the surnames of this lineage It's ink.
Time has passed, and legends about the Mohist family have been circulating in the fairy world, but very few people have actually seen them. Unexpectedly, the old man in front of me at this time turned out to be a descendant of the Mohist family, so it would be difficult to design a weapon like black cake. Strange.
