Over the next month, Russell and others forged ahead.
Like a sharp knife, it penetrated near the black earth.
Each of them had fatigue written all over their faces, and their bodies were bandaged with blood stains on them.
Zhang Zhiwei is indeed very tired.
Especially maintaining a tired expression.
He admired his junior brother Russell very much. Who could make various expressions effortlessly like him?
I feel like my junior brother can be a person with a thousand faces.
The injuries on several people were all fake, but the fatigue on their faces was definitely not fake except for Russell's.
Along the way, they encountered nine ambushes in a row.
There is a new team called Kamikaze, including the ninjas and special attack teams.
There are many people in the kamikaze team, but the energy in their bodies is very strange.
It was obviously as fierce as a fire, but it gave people the feeling that it was about to burn out.
They hardly use cold weapons, all are modern hot weapons.
And before dying, he will self-destruct.
The Qi burning in their bodies will explode suddenly, with a power comparable to five grenades exploding at the same time.
If Russell hadn't rescued them in time, Xu Xin and others might have capsized in the ditch.
"Interesting..." Russell thought about the information he had obtained from the ambusher's mind.
Behemoth's biochemical modification of alien technology.
This is an abandoned, taboo transformation technology.
Although this technology can turn a strong ordinary person into a strange person, such a strange person cannot survive more than three days.
Three days later, this alien will shrink to the size of a pill within an hour.
If there is no one to help solve the problem, they may die of pain in the first 10 minutes of shrinkage.
Russell sneered in his heart.
This group of Japanese strangers are so arrogant, they actually attacked the Behemoth organization who was serving as the referee.
Do you really think that with your palm-sized place, you can attempt to challenge the top three alien organizations in the world and the number one alien organization today?
Even if he doesn't kill the invading enemies now, the Japanese aliens will be torn to pieces by Behemoth's people in less than five years.
Russell, however, prefers to add fuel to the fire.
First destroy all the enemies. Behemoth's people will inevitably attack their hometown if they can't find a place to vent their anger.
At that time, everything this group of people do on the land of flowers will be counterattacked.
You have to do it to the best of your ability. This is Russell's attitude towards his enemies!
"Junior brother, what are you thinking about?" Zhang Zhiwei looked at Russell in confusion as murderous intent began to surge.
"Nothing, let's keep moving forward, the destination is almost here." Russell showed a tired but happy smile.
"You will be liberated soon, senior brother."
"Alas..." Zhang Zhiwei showed a yearning expression just right.
All this was seen by an eagle hovering in the sky.
Xiulin Qianshan, the headquarters of the Japanese Yiren Corps.
The tall and thin stranger wearing an eagle feather cloak opened his eyes and said with a smile: "That group of people are here. It looks like they are very tired."
"Haha." The leader, the Great Onmyoji Kamo Yasuhiro, laughed heartily.
He was tall and burly, wearing a black and red hunting coat, and his pointed black hat kept trembling with his laughter.
Kamo Yasuhiro is seventy years old, but his face is so fair that there is no wrinkle.
Very different from the three great Onmyoji at the same table.
Kazuzo Tsuchimikado, Fujiwara, and Kaguin Seimei all had old faces, and they seemed to have exhausted all their strength just by laughing.
"How can these people understand the key to the art of war?" Kamo Yasuhiro waved the folding fan in his hand and said proudly:
"Victory and defeat are never determined by sheer courage."
"They want to prove that the aliens in their land are not weak, but they are led by our noses."
"Encircle it ten times, attack it five times, and divide it if you double it. Sun Sheng's art of war can only be carried forward in our hands."
At the bottom of the table, there were four warriors sitting.
They were sitting in the most formal posture. Even if they heard the laughter of the Onmyoji, they only smiled and agreed.
Higashan Shinobi did not appear here.
To be precise, they are not qualified to be here.
There has never been a place for ninjas in the Japanese alien corps. Ninjas are just swords in the hands of onmyoji and samurai.
Of course, there are also subtle hierarchical differences between Onmyoji and samurai.
"Miyamoto-kun, you will be the main force in the battle that follows." Kamo Yasuhiro looked at the majestic and majestic samurai with admiration.
"Tell me, what should we do next?"
Miyamoto lowered his head and saluted. With just such an action, the samurai uniform on his upper body was almost torn apart by the muscles on his body.
"Lord Kamo, the strategy in your heart makes me ashamed."
"My mind is full of swordsmanship, and I am not good at using my wisdom at all. I would like to ask Mr. Kamo for guidance."
The other three samurai, Rokuro Mochizuki, Hide Kondo, and Shio Momoi, listened silently, with their eyelids lowered, looking at the teacup in front of them in trance.
"Hahaha." Kamo Yasuhiro patted his thigh happily, closed the folding fan, and pointed at Miyamoto Isshin.
"That's what I like about you, Miyamoto-kun."
"Everyone here recognizes your talent. But I appreciate your wisdom even more."
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Kamo Yasuhiro suddenly stopped smiling, and the entire conference room fell silent instantly.
"Kazuzo, as soon as we enter, Seimei, I want to let the Higashan Shinobi fight them first."
"Isn't that Tang Clan member their enemy?"
"Judging from the information returned, Tang Sect's manpower is not weak and they need to go all out."
"Then the Taoist priest who knows thunder magic should belong to the same family as the old man and the young man in the southeast. I remember it was called Tianshi Mansion."
Kamo Yasuhiro narrowed his eyes, like a wolf spying on the sheep.
"The Higurashi ninja went to attack the Tang clan and separated them just in time."
"Then let the kamikaze consume everyone except the Tang Sect."
"Finally, it's Miyamoto-kun's turn to appear."
"When the time comes, perhaps the last top power in this land will be shattered without us taking action."
The remaining three Onmyoji smiled, as if victory was close at hand.
"Everyone, within five years, we must dominate the alien world here and then enslave them ruthlessly."
"The sun belonging to the aliens of the empire will rise slowly from here!"
"Long live the Empire!"
Kamo Yasuhiro's voice was passionate, and others were infected by his emotions and shouted:
"Long live the Empire!"
"Long live!"
In a wooden house next to the headquarters.
The door of the wooden house was closed, no lights were turned on, and no candles were lit.
A group of Higashan nins sat quietly in the darkness, listening to the increasingly louder shouts from next door.
"Erli, do you still decide to bury part of your manpower on this land in advance?"
The old voice was like a beetle shaking, as if it stirred up the chirping of countless insects in the darkness.
"Lord Koga, the samurai masters and the onmyoji nobles will not spare our lives."
The long-haired layman Erli chuckled, his bright and narrow eyes unusually clear in the darkness.
"They definitely hope that we will fight with the Tang Sect and both sides will suffer."
"In this case, we, the Higurashi ninja, will be back under their control."
"Without this perfect opportunity to lurk, the children of the Higashan ninja will never have a future."
Koga Koranosuke opened his eyes, and there were faint tadpole-like runes flowing in his eyes.
"That guy Ono has a pretty good junior."
"Erli, you convinced me. Ahwu, what do you think?"
A Wu, like Koranosuke, has dense wrinkles on her face, but her eyes are bright, like rubies.
"I listen to you, Soranosuke."
Her voice was still like a girl's, as ethereal as clear spring hitting pebbles.
"Shinichi, what about you?" Koranosuke looked at Kisaragi Shinichi.
Kisaragi Shinichi's eyes are as big as goose eggs, with pupils like sesame seeds, and the whites occupy most of the eyes.
His pupils swayed, he closed his eyes, and said a little tiredly: "The mouth shapes of those adults are similar to Erli's guess."
"Haha, no wonder they held the meeting without telling us and set up a barrier."
"I agree with Erli's suggestion, just go ahead and do it."
"Three elders, thank you very much." Erli leaned down and bowed.
There may not be a fourth update, so you don’t have to wait.
(End of chapter)
