The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 285 Making a feint to the east and attacking in the west
"Hurry, hurry, the Waseda Grand Shrine has been attacked, Colonel Yamada is urgently calling for the First and Third Battalions to prepare and move forward!!"

"The cavalry will go first, the artillery will follow, and the second battalion will guard the camp..."

In the Yamada Regiment’s base, a herald officer immediately called on the soldiers to suppress a large part of the Yamada Regiment’s forces towards the vicinity of Waseda Grand Shrine.

The reason why the Yamada Regiment can be called an ace force is not only because it has three battalions of elite soldiers, but also because it is a reinforced regiment.

His position is very special.

He even specially prepared powerful artillery and cavalry. Let's put it this way, even among the many Fuso armies, he was in the first rank.

They are the real direct descendants of the military.

It was for this reason that the Yamada Regiment would send out large forces at a time, and its number of people had already exceeded that of an ordinary regiment.

As the troops continued to advance.

Song Feng and Bei Minghu and others, who had long been lying in ambush on the route of the Yamada Regiment, had now seen the marching elite troops.

"Old man, you are indeed a master of foresight! You know that the Yamada regiment is about to pass through here, so are we going to ambush them?"

Looking at the troops that were spreading out in formation and advancing rapidly towards the Waseda Shrine, Bei Minghu's eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly.

I've known for a long time that the Yamada team is awesome.

But I didn't expect that he could be so awesome.

All weapons were top-notch equipment, and every soldier was well-trained. Without training for a few years, they might not be able to achieve this.

The elite are the elite.

But they are fighting against the elite!

Now this position is just right. This is where there is a crack in the sky. If you throw some stones down from it.

If you do some more small actions.

It will definitely make the Yamada Corps suffer a severe loss.

However, after hearing what Bei Minghu said, Song Feng shook his head and looked at Uncle Zhang next to him:

“…Is everything ready?”

After hearing Song Feng's question, Uncle Zhang quickly came back to his senses and said:
"Don't worry, old man. I have asked the immortals to bury hundreds of kilograms of gunpowder on the road he must pass through."

"We can't really wipe out their army, but we immortals can also fight guerrilla warfare. If we don't show them how powerful we are, do they really think we are made of clay?"

When he spoke to the end, Uncle Zhang was full of confidence.

What is elite?

He is also an elite.

The Zhang family has been worshipping immortals for so many years, and every immortal is their own direct descendant.

Everyone can call grandpa, grandma, or even ancestors and uncles according to their generation.

This is the immortal family who truly shares the same abode with the Zhang family.

Each of the immortals enshrined in the Zhang family ancestral hall did not know how many generations it had taken them to establish such a connection with the immortals.

How could they be compared with those scattered soldiers and ordinary immortal elves?

The Yamada team is indeed strong.

The soldiers of the Yamada Regiment were also elite.

Compared with ordinary independent elf immortals, the immortals invited by their Zhang family are also elite, belonging to the Yamada Regiment level in the army.

"Very good, now that we are ready, we must really hurry up next."

When he said this, Song Feng paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to Hu Zongtang next to him:
"…Is the sled ready?"

Seeing Song Feng looking in his direction, Hu Zongtang subconsciously shuddered:
"Grandpa, the sled dogs are all ready. We have a lot of immortals helping us along the way. We guarantee that we can reach the Yamada Corps' base as quickly as possible."

After hearing what Hu Zongtang said, Song Feng nodded, and then said:
"That's good. We can't come out here just to listen to the noise. Let's go straight to him today!"

After the words fell, several people followed Hu Zongtang into the woods and then each got on a sled.

Wang Wang Wang!
Wang Wang!

The big white dog that looked like a wolf or a dog could run very fast, and was not afraid at all even in the snow.

There were even some beings pulling sleds like wolves, with the occasional sound of wind passing by their feet.

Suddenly.

He is an immortal with some Taoist skills!

Although Bei Ming Hu was not a military strategist-level figure of the Qingyang Sect, his mind was not so quick.

However, after seeing the old man's preparations, he understood something:
"...making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, and going straight to Huanglong?"

"As expected of you, you are really full of evil intentions... Oh, no... I mean, you are really very wise!"

Realizing that he had subconsciously expressed his thoughts, Bei Minghu quickly spoke up to change the content.

This old guy holds grudges the most.

Be careful or he will give you the small shoes until they fit your feet.

The sled dogs continued to pull the car forward.

Very quickly, they arrived at the Yamada Corps' base.

Looking at the many troops stationed here at the moment, the lights are bright, and there are even teams of night patrol soldiers.

The Bei Ming Tiger was shocked when he saw this kind of situation for the first time:
"So many elite troops were lured away by a feint to the east and attacked to the west. How could this Yamada Regiment still have so many soldiers?"

"Even if these elite soldiers were the Qing dynasty's trump card, I'm afraid they wouldn't have even one tenth as strong a discipline as them, right?"

As a Dharma King who actually participated in the rebellion, Bei Minghu had a good understanding of the quality of the army.

In the past, their Qingyang Sect also maintained an army.

Although they were just some civilians.

But he also knew that training the army to this level and ensuring that orders were obeyed was truly a remarkable skill.

Some famous generals in ancient times were able to do this.

At this point, he also understood why the Waseda Shrine had always been here, but no one had come to remove it.

It is really.

The Yamada Unit is indeed a tough nut to crack.

But even if it is a hard lump, it has to be pulled out.

His hero is my enemy.

He is happy that his people are elite.

But as enemies, the more elite they are, the more he wants to wipe them out completely.

Just when Bei Minghu was thinking about something, he heard Qiu Sheng thinking for a moment, and then he spoke:
"Seventh Uncle, the Yamada Regiment's support this time has a total of 2,000 people, and there are some fortresses nearby where they will be stationed."

"Although there are not many soldiers stationed in each fortress, if they are dispersed, it would still be a lot of people."

"Based on my observations and calculations, there are no more than 500 people left in the Yamada Corps' base."

At this time, Qiu Sheng's eyes were constantly flashing with brilliant light, and he looked like a military strategist planning a strategy.

And his mouth was full of data.

It really feels very classy.

After Qiu Sheng finished speaking, Shi Shaojian was not willing to lag behind and also spoke:
"The artillery and cavalry have been transferred away. Although there are still grenade launchers in the remaining troops, their number will definitely not be large."

"According to observation, among the troops dispatched this time, there are fifty light machine guns and thirty heavy machine guns, if the number of sentries corresponds."

"Then there are at least three hidden sentries with heavy machine guns in the dark, if we also take into account the firepower of the reinforced regiment."

"Then there are probably at least seven to ten hidden heavy machine gun fire points. If we want to break through them all at once, it will be extremely dangerous!"

After hearing the exact data and information from Qiu Sheng and Shi Shaojian, Bei Minghu was a little confused for a moment:
"No, why do you all have work to do? Am I the only one without a mission?"

Originally, when Uncle Zhang sent someone to secretly buy some gunpowder, Bei Minghu was a little confused.

Because it was obvious that this was a task that the old man had secretly assigned, and he hadn't let anyone else know about it.

Hu Zongtang’s sled behind him was fine.

But for these two young men, Qiu Sheng and Shi Shaojian, this was a bit too much.

It seems like everyone has a mission, right?
Then what does he do?

After taking a look at Bei Minghu's expression, Song Feng moved slightly, and then he sighed leisurely:

"Your mission is the most important. You just need to regulate your breath and blood, and when the fight starts, just keep charging forward." "For a martial arts master like you who has built up a body of steel, as long as you can charge into the enemy camp, you will be an absolute killer."

"It's just one or two trivial things. There's no need to disturb you, lest it affect your interest in killing the enemy..."

Although he said so, the fact was that he felt that Bei Ming Hu was not very good at anything other than fighting.

Back when I was in Qingyang Sect.

This kid is just stupid.

If he hadn't thought that this silly boy had a good character and hadn't done too many bad things, he would have just crushed the boy to death.

When he saw Bei Ming Hu again today, he found that apart from the improvement of his muscles and training, this kid's brain didn't seem to have become much more flexible.

The whole person becomes even more stupid.

The reason why he could sit on the throne of Tiger King, one of the four Dharma Kings of Qingyang Sect, was entirely due to his strong foundation and extraordinary strength.

In the spiritual world, when many masters of cultivation fight, strength is indeed an extraordinary influencing factor.

but.

Involving this kind of legion combat.

Especially when the timing is not right, and there are conspiracies, intrigues, and military struggles, the Tiger King's signboard is not very effective.

Let him just fight honestly.

After all, skin of steel is really hard.

"Okay, I'll listen to you..."

Although he is a little bit stupid, and generally speaking, his brain is not the best, but his IQ is at least above average.

Naturally, he also knew that the old man disliked him for not using his brain enough when doing things.

But this doesn't affect him much.

When he was roaming the world, he relied on his pair of iron fists and the saying "my fist is very hard".

He originally had an extraordinary physique.

When he was born, his master accepted him as his disciple.

According to his master.

When he was young, his muscles and bones were as strong as those of wild beasts.

He is truly born with a talent for martial arts.

Later, although he did not reach the top level in martial arts training, practice is one thing and actual combat is another.

His tiger claws are extremely powerful.

In the spiritual world, as long as he doesn't encounter a great master at the leader level, he is not afraid at all with his own strength.

Otherwise, why is he called the King of Dharma?

This is completely the result of his suffering in the underworld for the first half of his life.

Just at this time.

Just when everyone was thinking about what to do next, Song Feng let out a slight smile.

Then, he looked at everyone present with a very strange expression:
"Since we are fighting outside the Great Wall, there is no need to hide some of our tactics. Today, I will give you a home advantage."

"From now on, you can do whatever you want. If anything happens, I will take care of it for you."

"Remember, don't follow a bunch of beasts and talk about the moral principles of the underworld, dark hands, ruthless hands, etc. Just do it!"

When he said this, Song Feng suddenly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the spot. He looked like a great and accomplished person.

And at this time.

All I saw was a ray of light rising from his temples, which then transformed into a cloud of celebration the size of an inch.

There is a bright Dharma image above the auspicious cloud.

The statue is about three inches tall and looks like a smaller version of Song Feng, but there is a ray of light on its body.

A golden round ball of light appeared behind his head. Compared with his behavior, it looked more like the Bodhisattva Buddha in mythology and legends.

however.

It was only after Bei Minghu observed carefully that he discovered that there was no bright halo behind the Dharma image.
It was clearly a magical weapon that was shining with light, and it was in the shape of a banner.

The magic instruments float up and down in the auspicious clouds.

A bright spot, brilliant and radiant.

There were auspicious signs that golden flowers were falling from the sky and spiritual springs were gushing out from the ground.

Flying up and down.

On that banner, there were also many golden restrictions that seemed to be there and not there, flowing like light.

Just one look and Bei Minghu was shocked:
"...Yaksha soul-enchanting flag!"

Thinking of this, he subconsciously turned his mind away and stopped observing this famous magical weapon.

You can't blame him for behaving like this.

It is true that the reputation of the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner is so great that according to legend, no practitioner who has seen this banner has ever survived.

The status of this Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner in the spiritual world is almost comparable to the immortal weapon that suppresses the mountain gates of major sects.

Just like the legend of the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner.

Although everyone has their own opinions on the magical instruments of the major mountain gates, they are all said to be some kind of magical instruments left behind by their respective ancestors.

However, according to legend, the true shape of the immortal weapon is only known by the head of each sect.

It's nice to be able to see each other like this.

Just when Bei Minghu was trembling with fear, he saw the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner suddenly fly up and rolled up a group of dark clouds.

Leaving the Yin and Yang realm, and appearing in the world of the living.

Then, it absorbed the spiritual energy of the earth and slowly drifted to the military camp of the Yamada Regiment.

Followed by.

Seeing Song Feng, who originally had a ruddy face, suddenly turned pale, and then he opened his eyes and looked at the guys in front of him:

"…Why are you still standing there? I have already forced you to reverse the yin and yang. It is up to you how many people you can kill and how many tricks you can use next."

"It only takes one stick of incense. After that, the Yin-Yang Realm will no longer be able to hold on. You guys need to hurry up..."

Looking into the distance, the Yamada Regiment’s garrison, which was originally brightly lit, was suddenly blew up by gusts of cold wind.

For a while.

Bei Minghu, who usually just fought with his fists, could not help but feel a storm in his heart:

"…Reversing yin and yang?"

In this era, the old man actually managed to reverse yin and yang by himself and briefly pull reality into the realm of yin and yang.

This is really scary.

You know, when their Qingyang Sect fought its last great battle, it utilized a lot of the sect's resources and even the blood sacrifices of countless members.

The Lord of Beiyin Mountain is worthy of being the Lord of Beiyin Mountain.

The old man usually looks low-key, but when he takes action, it is always to do big things.

Thought of this.

Bei Ming Hu no longer hesitated.

He stomped the ground so hard that it cracked. Then, he turned into a shadow and rushed towards the Yamada Corps base in the distance:
"……kill!!"

No hesitation, just one word, kill!

Bei Ming Hu's actions also helped others recover from their shock.

Then, several people made their own movements. With just a few sways of their bodies, they had already stepped into the Yin-Yang realm:

"……kill!!"

For a moment, Song Feng was the only one in reality who was controlling the Yaksha Soul-Catching Banner to absorb the vitality of the universe.

At this time, Song Feng's face not only did not turn pale as before, but it even became rosier.

It's like taking some tonic.

(End of this chapter)