All Heavens: Starting from Traveling Through Song Qingshu

Chapter 121 Be a sixth child lurking in the dark
Boom!

The helicopter was forcibly smashed into two pieces, fell to the ground and exploded, and while the flames were rising, Song Xuan's whole body flashed out of the explosion like a blue phantom.

Looking at the raging flames, his expression was calm, and there was no wave in his eyes.

Technology products are very powerful, but to his level of practice, it is difficult for ordinary firearms to do nothing to him.

Unless it is a large-scale bombardment, otherwise, in this battlefield, it is not a big problem for him to simply protect himself.

Of course, if you say that Lao Mei used the atomic bomb, then Song Xuan never said what was said above.

The atomic bomb is such a killer weapon, not to mention that he is still in the innate realm, even if he has stepped into the master realm, he has no hope of surviving the terrifying shock wave.

Turning around, looking at those eyes full of shock, Song Xuan said: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, we have to move as soon as possible!"

Wu Qianli immediately ordered the Seventh Company to continue marching, but he himself quickly walked up to Song Xuan and asked in a low voice: "Master Daoist, so you really know how to fly into the sky and escape from the ground?"

Song Xuan waved his hands and said with a smile: "I really don't know how to fly to the sky and escape from the ground. A person who cultivates the Tao is nothing more than a better physique, jumping higher than others, and having greater strength, and nothing else.

These are all very scientific. As communist fighters, we must talk about science and not feudal superstition! "

Wu Qianli glanced at his mouth speechlessly, I believe you a ghost!

This Taoist priest is full of vernacular words, but there is not a word of truth in his mouth!
The army continued to advance, but the soldiers in the team looked at Song Xuan with reverence and excitement in their eyes.

They are all young people, who doesn't have a dream of walking the rivers and lakes with a sword in their hearts?
If the timing wasn't right now, they would have surrounded Song Xuan long ago to apprentice him!
The legendary Sword Immortal, I finally saw him alive today, how could he not be excited?
The seventh company is called the seventh interspersed company, and the marching speed is really amazing.

On this mountain road whistling by the mountain wind, everyone hurriedly marched for dozens of miles, and only after dark did they start to rest and sleep in a cave that can accommodate hundreds of people.

At midnight, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Song Xuan opened his eyes from meditation practice, looked at the small valley below the mountain, and said to Wu Qianli: "There is a battle below the mountain!"

Wu Qianli was startled, and listened carefully, only to hear the howling wind outside the cave, and couldn't hear anything else at all.

Song Xuandao: "No mistake, you are ready to fight. I will go down the mountain alone to see the situation."

Wu Qianli subconsciously wanted to object, but Song Xuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, with my strength, it's okay to want to leave!"

Thinking of the feat of Daoist Song cutting down the plane with his sword today, Wu Qianli smiled wryly, "Go, leave immediately after investigating the situation clearly, don't take any risks.

No matter how powerful you are, you are still a body of flesh and blood, can you still withstand bullets and cannons? "

Song Xuan just nodded and didn't refute anything. He couldn't tell them that he could not only shoot planes, but also dismantle tanks with his bare hands, right?
For these proletarian fighters, this is too ruinous.

Snow was falling in the sky, and the ground was vast and white. Song Xuan took advantage of the night to change his figure in the mountains like a ghost, and finally, he hid behind a boulder near the valley.

With the cover of the boulder, he could see that in the valley, there were two small armies of several hundred people fighting.

One is an old American army wearing a thick military uniform, wearing a helmet and holding a submachine gun in his hand, and the other is a volunteer soldier who is responsible for sniping the enemy and covering the evacuation of the Korean people.

After observing casually for a moment, Song Xuan was sure that the U.S. military had already gained an absolute upper hand with the advantages of artillery fire and automatic weapons.

If the battle dragged on until dawn and waited for U.S. fighter jets to come to support it, the volunteer company below with an unknown number would hardly be able to get rid of the end of the entire army being wiped out.

Song Xuan did not charge immediately, but hid behind the boulder, pulled out the Mosingana rifle awarded to him by the Seventh Company from behind, loaded the bullet, and aimed it at a US machine gunner.

Bang!
The flames flashed, the bullets popped out, and then, a smear of blood appeared in his vision.

There was a blood hole between the eyebrows of the machine gunner, and then the opponent's body didn't even twitch, and he lay straight on the ground.

A smile appeared on the corner of Song Xuan's mouth.

Very good. After the Wu Dynasty entered the industrialized era in the last world, he also played with rifles a few times. I have to say that the stability of this Mosingana rifle is very good. As soon as you get started, the feeling of long-range sniping comes. up.

Reloaded the bullet again, and this time, Song Xuan pulled the trigger almost as soon as he took aim.

Then, a soldier of the U.S. artillery platoon who was loading shells was killed directly. In this white world, the blood was particularly conspicuous.

Different from the feeling of rushing to the enemy's position and beheading them all, this feeling of being the sixth child hidden in the dark made Song Xuan feel a sense of excitement that he hadn't seen for a long time.

This kind of cannon fire made his blood start to boil.

Next, he began to incarnate the god of death in the dark night.

The spiritual power of innate warriors allowed Song Xuan to observe any changes in the battlefield at any time, and then specially selected non-commissioned officers and officers in the US military to attack.

Every time a bullet was fired, a US military officer's consciousness would be instantly destroyed by a bullet in the eyebrow, and he would fall straight in the snow.

"Fuck! There's a sniper on the other side!"

"Find out, quickly find out that sniper and kill him!"

In the U.S. military position, an officer kept yelling cursingly, and the next moment, his face froze, a bloody flower bloomed between his eyebrows, and then he fell to the ground with his head up.

And with his death, Song Xuan's hiding place seemed to be exposed, a bullet whizzed past his ear, and he narrowly avoided it.

At the same time, several tanks in the U.S. camp also began to turn their muzzles and fired at the location of the boulder.

boom!
The flames splashed everywhere, the gravel pierced through the air, and the boulder was instantly blasted into rubble, but Song Xuan, who was hiding behind, had long since disappeared. In this vast night, everything seemed a little strange.

"Who are we fighting against?!"

Inside the tank, an observer poked his head out and looked into the distance with a telescope, eager to know where the sniper who killed more than a dozen of his own officers was hiding.

It's just that after searching for a long time, there was no trace of Song Xuan. When he was about to cover the tank cover and put his head back, he was horrified to find that a slender and powerful palm pressed on his head at some point, and then , his head began to be forcibly turned uncontrollably.

Click, the sound of the neck being twisted was heard!
(End of this chapter)