Rebirth of Devouring Dragon Emperor

Chapter 592 Missile Bombardment
"The Japanese monks are going to fight the Japanese army!"

Yang Xiaocong was filming nervously while talking excitedly to the people around her.

There is simply too much gloating in his words.

One of his companions laughed and said, "I have been looking forward to it for decades. Finally, I can see the Japanese pirates fighting in their lair. It's so satisfying!"

Chu Xian was dismissive of these monk soldiers and the army, but he did find it strange that the leader of that group of Japanese soldiers dared to attack practitioners.

In the old days, the army was the greatest symbol of military force, possessing the greatest destructive power, as well as organization and discipline.

Even if the new-age practitioners step to the forefront, no matter how rubbish the army is, their frontal attack power cannot be underestimated.

Under the gazes of everyone, hundreds of monk soldiers formed a battle formation, chanting spells, their armor shining, and rushed towards Ye Qing with great momentum.

A special forces battalion soldier who had just jumped out of a military vehicle opened fire under the instructions of the battalion commander without even finding his squad leader or platoon leader.

They used ordinary guns in their hands. How about the penetrating power? At least it can penetrate thinner steel plates.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The monk soldiers had just set out to attack the enemy, but they didn't expect to be ambushed by the army and hit from behind the next moment.

And they are soldiers of their own country.

Because it was a surprise attack, several monks were injured in an instant.

But in most cases, the bullets hit the armor that had been purified through spiritual practice. Although the impact was severe, the people were fine.

"Damn it! We are fighting against the enemies of our country, but someone is shooting us from behind!"

The leading monk had a bad temper. When he saw his own people being killed or injured, he immediately started roaring in anger.

"A bunch of bastards who are worse than ants dare to attack us. Let's kill them first!"

The monks formed a neat formation, turned around in unison, and then advanced towards the army step by step.

They have armor with excellent protective properties. As long as they pay attention to protecting part of their face, neck and joints, a rifle bullet hitting them will be like striking a bell.

The "ding ding dong dong" sound continued, but there was no actual harm at all.

Shit, invulnerable?
The Japanese battalion commander was a little confused. As a young officer of the old era, he had imagined fighting with cultivators countless times. It was not until today that he realized that his tactics didn't seem to work very well.

Then look at the monk soldiers approaching, their eyes filled with anger and desire to eat people.

He had no doubt that if he allowed this group of monk soldiers to get close, they would definitely tear him and all the soldiers to pieces!

"Use the missiles quickly and kill them!" The Japanese battalion commander shouted anxiously, sweat and dust mixed together and slid down his face.

This time he received an emergency order to deal with the cultivators. Individual tactical missiles were the most common killer weapons he carried. Half of the space on the troop carrier was filled with those things.

As soon as these words were spoken, soldiers immediately brought down ten individual tactical missiles.

At this time, the monks were less than thirty meters away from them!
If it weren't for the stricter discipline among the monk soldiers, those with higher levels of cultivation would only need to sprint in two or three seconds to finish off all the soldiers in this battalion!
To set up a missile, one soldier can carry it;

There is no need to aim, it is only a few dozen meters;

As for the operation, just have another soldier press the button from behind.

"Fire!" The soldiers, who knew the destructive power of cultivators, shouted loudly without waiting for the order from their superiors.

"call out--"

Ten missiles ignited at the same time, dragging long flames in the air, like oversized sky rockets, shooting towards the monk soldiers.

At this moment, everyone who saw this scene held their breath.

There was even a hint of fear in Chu Xian's eyes, because those missiles were not fake. Let alone being hit by ten, even if she was hit by one, she would most likely be dead.

A paparazzi even turned on the live broadcast on his phone, aimed the camera at the center of the field, and shouted excitedly to the audience far away in China: "Japanese monks versus Japanese troops, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it's time to bet on the win or loss!"

Not too far from here, the two brothers Kong Jianshen and Kong Jianyuan were still being chased by Ye Qing like dogs being run over.

This group of monk soldiers who came from large and small Buddhist temples have always been arrogant and absolutely look down on ordinary people.

Therefore, they never thought that ordinary people would disobey their will, and ordinary people would be so bold as to bombard them with missiles under the intimidation of their powerful military force.
When the monks woke up, it was already too late.

Ten black iron lumps in the air were already falling in front of him. There was no way to avoid them, let alone give in and negotiate.

There was a loud bang, the ground shook, and large patches of flames shot up into the sky.

When something like a missile explodes, there usually isn't much smoke.

When the scene returned to calm, a large pothole appeared on the ground, where the monk soldiers had stood before.

But now, not a single monk soldier could be seen. Their bodies were torn to pieces by the violent explosion, and their clothes turned to dust. Occasionally, some traces of broken fingers and hair could be seen on the branches in the distance.

As for the armor on the monks, none of it can be seen now. It is estimated that no one knows where it was thrown away by the powerful explosion.

A hundred powerful monks were so easily dealt with by ten individual tactical missiles?

Not to mention the bystanders, even the Japanese soldiers involved could not believe this result - after all, the intimidation of the practitioners on a daily basis was too great for them.

When Chinese netizens saw this scene on the live broadcast, they immediately became overjoyed. Many people didn't know how to express their excitement, so they simply typed out a lot of "666" to vent their emotions.

"Alright, the number of practitioners is the measure of a country's hard power in the new era. The Japanese pirates did a great job, killing a hundred of them at once. That's amazing!"

"Great! No country in the world dares to kill practitioners on a large scale. Only the Japanese dare to do so. Haha!"

"These Shabi are so stupid and adorable!"

"Hehe, we don't even have to deal with them, the Japanese pirates are just destroying themselves."

"Great kill! Those monks were going to deal with Ye Shen, but I didn't expect the Japanese army to be a big help. Haha, I am dying of laughter!"

"666666666"

"The city guards of the Japanese pirates are really powerful. They even dare to deal with cultivators. Haha!"

And those Japanese who were brave enough to watch from the sidelines cheered for our soldiers.

"These damned practitioners are extremely evil. Well done for killing them!"

"Our own army is still reliable!"

(End of this chapter)