All Heavens: Starting from Traveling Through Song Qingshu

Chapter 122 You disturbed my thousand-year sleep

Throwing aside the body of the tank observer whose neck was twisted by himself while holding his head, Song Xuan sank and went directly into the tank.

After a few screams, the tank, which was still turning its muzzle towards the Volunteer Army position, suddenly turned and blasted towards a temporary machine gun bunker built by the US military!

boom!
After one shot, the heavy machine gun that was constantly spraying flames in the bunker was blown into a pool of broken iron, and the life and death of several machine gunners inside were unknown.

Afterwards, Song Xuan's figure rushed out of the tank like a ghost, taking advantage of the night to dodge a few times, and he did not know where he was lurking.

And just a few breaths after he left, the tank he was in was blown over with a bang, and in the distance, two tanks fired at him one after another.

"What exactly is that, have you seen it clearly?"

In one of the tanks, the second gunner asked loudly to the observer standing on the ladder to observe the situation. At this moment, several people were more dignified than ever.

They are not afraid of fighting with people, but at this moment, several people seriously suspect that the one who fought with them just now is not human at all.

That is simply not the speed that humans can have. It is impossible for any known animal in the world to have such a fast speed.

"I can assure you, that's definitely not a person, and I can't see his figure clearly at all. I can only see a group of shadows that turn into afterimages and disappear quickly, and I can't see clearly at all!" The observer complained: "We have traveled far and wide. Is God punishing us for coming to this land to fight?"

After he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He looked down from the ladder, and saw a dazzling light shining under the tank. As the cold light flashed away, a slender palm at the bottom of the tank unexpectedly touched the Thick metal was torn apart.

As the thick metal protection at the bottom was torn apart, a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling came into the sight of several people in the tank.

Before they could make a move, they saw the man's fingers moving one after another, and several sword lights shot out. In an instant, the smell of blood rose to the sky, and several horrified and dazed heads were chopped off.

Song Xuan was surrounded by dark blue light, and the blood dripping around him immediately evaporated as soon as he approached. His body lying under the tank drew a shadow on the ground like a fish swimming, and disappeared into the battlefield again. In the night.

Song Xuan can only be regarded as a small episode for the roaring battlefield.

But this small episode has become an indelible shadow in the hearts of the US military at this moment.

No one knows when that ghostly figure will appear again, where it will appear, and who will die inexplicably the next moment?

Song Xuan was enjoying it very much at the moment, his figure was lurking in the shadows almost all the time, lurking in the blind spot of everyone's vision, and afterimages would flash across the night from time to time, and then disappear.

And every afterimage passed by, there would inevitably be a U.S. military man whose neck was twisted inexplicably.

In a command post temporarily built by Qingshi, the commander was yelling at the correspondent, "Contact the headquarters quickly and ask for air support!
I want bombers and incendiary bombs. I don't believe there are any ghosts in this world. Even if there are, they must die in the endless sea of ​​flames! "

The communications soldier shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, the headquarters has rejected your request. It's nighttime, and the bombers cannot be dispatched!"

"Idiots, a group of idiots! They lost the best opportunity to kill that monster!" The commander was furious. He had fought half his life, and this was the first time he encountered such a situation that he didn't know how to deal with.

U.S. military weapons are powerful, but if you want to kill someone, you must know where the enemy is. Now that monster is haunting like a ghost, even if he has a cannon in his hand, he doesn't know which direction to shoot.

Bang!
Suddenly, the bluestone outside the wall shattered, and then an arm came in from the outside, piercing the signal soldier's chest with a punch.

The communications soldier looked down at the fist that was shining with a dark blue sword light in astonishment, opened his mouth, his eyes were full of fear.

"Mom, take me home, I don't want to die."

Plop, the body was thrown to the ground by Song Xuan, his body smashed through the bluestone wall outside, and walked into the command post.

In the command post, more than a dozen American soldiers had pointed their guns at him, their arms were trembling, even though they had guns in their hands, at this moment, they still couldn't stop the fear in their hearts.

Facing a monster that could easily penetrate tanks and break through stone walls, the weapon they used to trust most could not bring them the slightest sense of security at this time.

"Your Excellency, who is it?"

The commander did not order to fire directly, but asked in English.

Song Xuan spoke in Chinese. Seeing that the other party was at a loss for understanding, he frowned, and then spoke again, this time in English.

"Is this your language?"

"I just read your memory, very interesting human civilization!"

Read our memory?

The commander was startled, stepped back again and again, and asked in horror: "You, who are you?"

"Who am I?" Song Xuan grinned, a little penetrating.

"I don't know who I am either. I have been sleeping by the Yalu River for a thousand years, and the artillery fire brought by your bombers woke me up from my deep sleep.

Disturbing my deep sleep will cost me death! "

As soon as the words came out, the commander's face changed drastically, and he no longer cared whether what Song Xuan said was true or not, but shouted loudly, "Fire, fire quickly!"

da da da ~~
The flames of the submachine gun splashed all over the place, and a storm of metal set off in the not-so-large command post, shooting wildly towards Song Xuan's position.

This time, Song Xuan didn't move, but stood where he was.

Around him, a group of dark blue light shields completely covered it. It was a defensive shield composed of innate sword elements. At the moment, the edges of the shield were densely covered with bullets that smelled like gunpowder.

The penetrating power of the submachine gun bullets couldn't break through his defensive shield at all.

"Fun human weapon!"

With a thought in Song Xuan's mind, dozens of sword lights suddenly shot out from the dark blue light shield, like a flash of blue lightning, piercing through the chests of more than a dozen soldiers who were firing around.

The commander was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, threw away the gun in his hand in a panic, and took out a cross from his arms instead.

Muttering words such as "the devil", "Lord", "bless your believers".

After doing this, Song Xuan walked up to the commander who was paralyzed on the ground with fright, looked at the cross in his hand, and opened his mouth slowly.

"It has the breath of Jesus on it, what is your relationship with him?"

Song Xuan was flickering, he wanted to try, with his appearance, could he be able to flick Laomei, a country that pays attention to technology, to another road.

A beautiful path that values ​​religious belief and despises technology.
　I see that some Taoist friends say that they are not used to switching from the world of martial arts to modern society.

　　I want to say, this is the flow of the heavens.

　　The protagonist has a successful practice from the dungeon world, and then returns to the main world again and again to pretend to be a story.

　　The collision of practice and technology is the main content of this book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)