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Chapter 151: Annihilation and Extermination, Heading to the Source Burial Pit

Wang Dahu was slightly taken aback when he saw the exploded ghost.

Unexpectedly, the power of the Iron-Blooded Aura was so great.

He merely drew in a wisp of energy, and it instantly shattered the ghost into pieces.

Why isn't the power of their Iron-Blooded Aura so great when they're fighting normally?
Or is it only effective against ghosts?
Or perhaps, they simply haven't found a way to unleash the full power of their ruthless killing intent?

It seems he'll need to try and experiment more in the future.

However, that can be discussed later. On the vast grasslands, he will have plenty of opportunities to experiment.

For now, let's deal with those ghosts first.

Then, Wang Dahu's hands moved swiftly, becoming a blur as he fired arrows one after another.

With each arrow, he would draw in a wisp of iron-blooded killing intent.

And the power of each arrow was naturally astonishing, instantly piercing through those ghosts and blasting them to dust.

In just two breaths, he had shot down all the dozens of ghosts that had been chasing the boy.

Then, Wang Dahu handed the longbow back to the militiaman and walked down the city wall as the man looked at him with the expression of holding a treasure.

This was used by Xuehu, the commander-in-chief of the Shaanxi Provincial Military Command, and it has been imbued with iron-blooded and murderous aura. Whether in symbolic or factual terms, it can be considered a treasure in a certain sense.

He had already made up his mind that this longbow would be his family heirloom.

As for the standard military longbow, can it be taken out of the army?

can.

Because they were not afraid of threats, the dynasty did not care too much about civilians possessing weapons.

More importantly, new types of firearms and artillery have been developed and are being manufactured at an accelerated pace.

Cold weapons like bows and arrows and swords are already being phased out.

After that, the standard weapons for the army became muskets and cannons.

Cold weapons such as bows, arrows, and swords were permitted for civilians to possess, and dynasties even encouraged their use.

Firstly, the world is not stable now, and the expansion of the People's Salvation Army requires a large number of soldiers.

Allowing civilians to possess cold weapons could increase their martial spirit.

Secondly, it's because he has already led this world onto a special path of extraordinary cultivation.

Therefore, a martial spirit is inevitable and cannot be suppressed.

Otherwise, any development of extraordinary cultivation would inevitably be deformed.

The best development model is one that balances combat, daily life, and support functions.

The militia members could take their weapons home if they were not damaged when they were discharged.

Therefore, it is indeed possible that the militia wanted to keep the longbow as a family heirloom.

Well, if it's not damaged before it's retired.

The militia members around him were now looking at him with envy.

"hehe."

Amidst the envious gazes of the crowd, the savior chuckled foolishly, clutching the longbow tightly to his chest as if afraid it would be snatched away.

On the other side, after descending the city wall, Wang Dahu ordered his men to summon the young man who had already arrived at the city gate.

Just as Hatake entered Yumen Pass and was wondering what to do next, he suddenly saw a member of the Salvation Army striding towards him.

Without realizing it, his heart tightened. Could it be that they were going to punish him?

Although no casualties were caused, he was the one who attracted those demons, so it wouldn't be surprising if he were punished.

Those around them watched this scene with curiosity.

Originally, if the militia member hadn't come, they would have all gone up to ask Hatake how he had encountered those "ghosts".

"Young man, my general invites you!"

"A general? Which general are you referring to?"

"Hehe, it's naturally our Shaanxi Regional Military Commander-in-Chief, General Wang Dahu."

"Wow!"

Instantly, the surrounding crowd erupted in an uproar.

"This young man is truly lucky; he actually received an audience with General Wang."

"Yes! Yes! I've only seen General Wang a few times from afar, and I only felt that he was very imposing."
But I haven't seen it up close yet.

"Hehe, that might not be a good thing."
Don't forget, those vengeful ghosts could have been attracted by this boy."

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized that the vengeful spirits seemed to have been attracted by the boy.

"Well, they probably won't do anything to him."

After all, it wasn't something the boy did intentionally, and he had already tried his best to inform him.”

Meanwhile, the boy on the other side, listening to the discussions of the people around him, became increasingly uneasy.

However, he dared not refuse and could only go to see Wang Dahu, the legendary Blood Tiger, with a heart full of trepidation.

Before long, the boy was brought before Wang Dahu.

"General, this humble servant, Hatake, pays his respects to you."

Upon seeing Wang Dahu, Qi Mu immediately knelt down and kowtowed deeply.

"Yes, get up, I have something to ask you."

Wang Dahu did not stop Hatake from kowtowing and kneeling, but said calmly.

Wang Dahu considered himself quite kind to the people under the rule of the People's Salvation Army, but he was not so kind to those outside the army's territory.

Although he wouldn't engage in unprovoked killings unless someone joined the army and posed a threat to the People's Salvation Army, his attitude wasn't exactly friendly.

During this period, he successively captured places such as Yumen Pass, Shazhou, and Guazhou, and witnessed too many tragic situations of Han people.

Although the local people's living conditions weren't much better, they were still better than those of the Han Chinese. This made Wang Dahu always feel a slight sense of alienation and rejection towards non-Han people and those not under the jurisdiction of the Salvation Army.

As the saying goes, "What the superiors like, the inferiors will surely follow."

The end result was that the People's Salvation Army had two completely different attitudes toward outside merchants and local people.

Local people are not required to kneel or bow, regardless of the time or place, or how high-ranking the official is. However, foreign merchants are required to follow the old customs of the Ming Dynasty.

You still have to kneel when you should.

The boy stood up tremblingly, his gaze towards Wang Dahu filled with fear and trepidation mixed with a hint of fervor and hope.

Is this the legendary Blood Tiger? It is indeed incredibly powerful.

I heard that it was Blood Tiger who shot those demons; the People's Salvation Army really does possess supernatural powers.

I just don't know how they can join the People's Salvation Army.

With just a glance, Wang Dahu had already guessed almost exactly what he was thinking.

He had seen far too many people like this, who wanted to join the People's Salvation Army for various reasons.

Unfortunately, at present, if you want to join the People's Salvation Army, you must first be a citizen under the jurisdiction of the People's Salvation Army, preferably your whole family or even the militia of each village, in order to have a chance to be selected.

For outsiders, that's extremely difficult.

After all, what village would recruit outsiders as militiamen?
Wang Dahu didn't care too much about Hatake's thoughts, so he just glanced at him and asked.

Where did you encounter those "ghosts"?

"Yes, yes, it is."

Upon hearing Wang Dahu's question, Qi Mude breathed a sigh of relief and immediately blurted out, "So it's just a question. As long as it's not a punishment, that's fine." However, he then hesitated.

"Why? Is there anything you can't say?"

Wang Dahu frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Hatake's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately and quickly explained:
"No, no, there's nothing I can't say."

Those demons were the ones we encountered at the mass grave.

As he said this, a look of sadness and hatred resurfaced on Hatake's face.

He was clearly thinking of his father and the rest of the caravan.

Beneath that sorrow and hatred, however, lay a trace of dissatisfaction with the People's Salvation Army and with Wang Dahu.

After all, those demons were clearly the dead soldiers of Turpan.

If the militia hadn't slaughtered them all, and if the burial site hadn't been so close to the main road, wouldn't they have avoided encountering those demons? Would his father, one of the merchants, have been spared?
Of course, he was only somewhat dissatisfied, but he did not harbor any hatred or hostility.

After all, just like him, it wasn't something the People's Salvation Army did intentionally. After all, many of the People's Salvation Army's civilians had to pass through that area.

On the contrary, Wang Dahu saved him.

Therefore, his mindset was somewhat complicated.

Dissatisfaction and gratitude were intertwined, and there was also a strong sense of worship.

It was precisely because those demons were discovered in the mass grave that Hatake hesitated.

After all, this sounds like a problem with the People's Salvation Army. Who knows if Wang Dahu might think that he is dissatisfied with the way the People's Salvation Army is being dealt with?
In fact, Wang Dahu didn't think about it that way, and he didn't care too much about it.

When problems arise, solving them is the real solution.

After listening to what Hatake Toku said, Wang Dahu nodded thoughtfully.

He already had some guesses when he saw those ghosts before.

After all, those illusory ghosts were all dressed in the armor of Turpan soldiers.

With just a little thought, one can guess the answer pretty accurately.

"Okay, I understand. You may leave."

Wang Dahu nodded and waved his hand, indicating that Qi Mude could leave.

"Ah~?"

Hatake was a little confused. Was that all? Shouldn't they ask what exactly happened?

Ignoring what Hatake was thinking, Wang Dahu strode towards the guerrilla general's mansion.

Now that we've confirmed that the Iron-Blooded Aura is extremely lethal to those ghosts, is there any need to ask for details?

Tomorrow, he will lead his army to slaughter them.

While Wang Dahu returned to rest and the boy left in a daze, the topic of the vengeful ghost had already spread rapidly throughout Yumen Pass.

Countless spiritual forces rose up, and the vast majority were eroded and assimilated by the spiritual energy.

However, a considerable amount of spiritual power also converged at the burial pit, transforming into a vast rain of spiritual light that fell upon the corpses on the ground below.

More and more aggregates of spiritual power began to break free from the constraints of the corpse, gather the energy of the surrounding world, and evolve into that special energy entity.

As dawn broke and the night passed, Wang Dahu led five thousand cavalrymen at full speed toward the burial pit ten miles outside Yumen Pass.

When they arrived near the burial pit, Wang Dahu and the others immediately discovered that there were indeed some shadowy, illusory figures at the location of the burial pit.

They wander back and forth, stopping occasionally, and when they meet, they often tear and gnaw at each other.

A rough count revealed that there were at least a thousand of those transparent figures and ghosts, which, in the morning sunlight, displayed a strange beauty.

Even though they had some idea of ​​what was going on, Wang Dahu and the others were still slightly surprised, not expecting such a large number.

However, since it has been confirmed that true qi can harm them, and iron-blooded evil qi can kill them instantly, there is naturally nothing to worry about.

Therefore, everyone remained relatively calm.

At the same time, Wang Dahu also confirmed that these illusory figures were different from the ghosts in the legends.

After all, the legendary ghosts and evil spirits are afraid of sunlight and dare not appear in the sunlight.

Now these illusory figures are directly exposed to the morning sunlight, without showing the slightest discomfort, which is clearly inconsistent with the legendary ghosts and vengeful spirits.

(End of this chapter)