Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 137: Huge obstacles, Geng Qing went to the United States

The bombing continues.

Bombs are the most ruthless.

There was no life in front of them, nothing, just a cold drop and then an explosion.

"This is even more cruel than us." Tang Feng murmured to himself, filled with emotion.

Once modern warfare begins, it means destruction and death.

There is no room to stop.

Lu Hui deeply agreed with this.

The current war mode is completely different from that of the Ming Dynasty.

The Ming Dynasty was all about wars between people, and there were many things to take into consideration.

But not now.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and in my ears were the endless sounds of explosions and the screams of fighter jets cutting through the sky.

At this moment, a bomb broke away from the bomb bay of the bomber and rushed towards Tang Feng with a roar of death.

The surface of the bomb reflected a cold light in the sunlight, and its shell was engraved with complex patterns, as if foreshadowing the destructive power that was about to be released.

As the bomb fell, the surrounding air seemed to be attracted by its powerful gravity, forming an invisible vortex.

The thrusters at the tail of the bomb spewed out blazing flames, pushing it downward at an alarming speed.

"What good luck that happened to us."

Lu Hui couldn't help but laugh and concentrated all her strength on his one arm.

Suddenly, a ball of ice-blue Qi appeared in front of his palm. This Qi condensed into a substance and emitted a bone-chilling chill.

The ice-blue Qi quickly spread out under Lu Hui's control, forming a huge translucent barrier.

The surface of this barrier is as smooth as a mirror, but its interior contains endless energy fluctuations.

As the bomb approached, the barrier began to vibrate slightly, as if trying to fight the incoming shock wave.

Finally, the bomb hit the ice-blue Qi barrier.

In an instant, a huge shock wave erupted from the contact point, forming a circular wave visible to the naked eye, which quickly spread outward.

Dust, debris and even light in the air were distorted by this force.

However, surprisingly, the Qi barrier held up by Lu Hui actually blocked the impact of the bomb steadily, preventing any destructive force from penetrating.

The bomb exploded under the protection of the Qi barrier, and fire and smoke instantly engulfed everything around it.

"Brother Lu!" Tang Feng shouted in surprise, his voice trembling a little, "You...you have made progress?"

Lu Hui turned around and faced Tang Feng, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

His one arm was raised slightly, as if to demonstrate his incredible strength.

The ice-blue Qi danced at his fingertips like a lively flame, emitting a faint chill.

"Yes, a little bit at a time." Lu Hui smiled, his voice deep and powerful, "After lying in the tomb for six hundred years, he absorbed a lot of the essence of heaven and earth, so it is natural for him to make progress."

Of course, the most important thing was the last blow from the old master. Without using the Immortal Corpse Technique, he lost to a young man who had been practicing for a hundred years.

Hearing this, Tang Feng couldn't help but shook his head, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

He knew very well that during these six hundred years, what Lu Hui had experienced was not only the passage of time, but also the dual tempering of her mind and strength.

They were also in the tomb, but had not made as much progress as Lu Hui.

"No, no, no, Brother Lu." Tang Feng corrected him seriously, "Your talent is praised by His Highness. This kind of progress cannot be achieved simply by accumulating time."

Lu Hui smiled slightly, and he put away the Qi in his hand, but the calmness and confidence still remained on him.

He knew that Tang Feng's words were not compliments, but sincere recognition.

"Maybe." Lu Hui said calmly, his eyes passed Tang Feng and looked at the devastated land in the distance after being bombed, "But talent is only the starting point."

The two men stood side by side, like two unyielding statues, standing quietly on this land ravaged by war.

Their eyes penetrated the smoke and dust and were fixed on the dark clouded sky in the distance. There, the bombers were still ravaging the earth like angry beasts. Every roar was accompanied by the scene of devastating suffering below.

The sky was covered by thick clouds, with a few dim rays of light occasionally shining through, but they were unable to dispel the haze on the ground.

The bombs dropped by the bombers were like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping all lives. Every explosion brought a deafening roar, and the ground trembled, as if the whole world was wailing for it.

The blood slave city, once prosperous and full of vitality, has now become a ruin.

High-rise buildings collapsed, bricks and rubble were scattered all over the ground, the streets were filled with smoke and the smell of blood, and the air was filled with despair.

Mainly blood slaves.

Tang Feng looked at all this and felt heartbroken.

These are all blood spirits!

That's what they're scarce of.

Tang Feng looked at the sky in the distance that was ravaged by bombers, and a strong sense of urgency surged in his heart.

He knew very well that if he continued to allow the enemy to wreak havoc in the air, the losses of the blood slaves would be even greater.

"Brother Lu." Tang Feng said in a deep voice, with a hint of unquestionable firmness in his tone, "I think we need to get some air combat units."

Hearing this, Lu Hui was slightly startled, then nodded seriously. He also looked up at the sky, where the shadows of the bombers were particularly dazzling in the sun.

"Indeed." Lu Hui responded in a deep and powerful voice, "We can't always passively take the beating. We must find a way to fight back. Aerial combat units are a good choice. They can balance the enemy's air power."

Although Piaoliang had successfully infected some birds and made them into blood slaves, the combat capabilities of these birds were far inferior to those of the bird army that Zhu Li had carefully transformed.

Most of these infected birds are thin, with dull feathers, and their eyes reveal confusion and fear. It is obvious that they have not yet fully adapted to this sudden change.

When flying, their movements appear clumsy and slow, as if each flap of their wings requires a huge amount of effort.

Compared with Zhu Li's well-trained and agile army of birds, they are more like a group of mobs, unable to form effective combat power.

What's worse is that although these birds gained a certain degree of attack power after being infected, their defense capabilities were greatly reduced.

Once attacked by the enemy, it is often difficult to resist and can only flee in panic.

Moreover, due to the lack of effective command and coordination, they often fight independently in battle and are unable to form a joint force, which greatly reduces their combat efficiency.

On the other hand, the army of birds of the red oak is a completely different scene.

Those birds have been carefully selected and modified. They are not only strong in body and bright in feathers, but also have firmness and courage in their eyes.

They fly fast and flexibly, can easily dodge enemy attacks, and give the enemy a fatal blow at a critical moment.

More importantly, these birds have close cooperation and tacit understanding, and can quickly adjust their formations in battle to form a powerful attack force. Whenever a battle starts, Zhu Li's army of birds always sweeps in like an unstoppable torrent.

They either hover at low altitude, looking for the enemy's weaknesses, or dive from high altitude, crushing the enemy's defenses with thunderous force.

In contrast, the birds on the United States side seemed unable to cope with the situation and could only wander around the periphery, unable to truly participate in the fierce battle.

The main reason is that the Blood Pill is in Zhu Li's hands, and the gap is too big to be made up.

The United States is a vast but sparsely populated country, with sparse population settlements distributed across its vast land.

Although two states have already fallen under the iron hoof of the blood slaves, the total population of these two states is already sparse, so even if they fall completely, all the blood slaves combined will be less than 100,000.

Tang Feng tore open the map and stared at the two areas covered by red marks on the map - those were the two states that had fallen.

His brows were furrowed, his heart full of contradictions and struggles.

He knew that with the current strength of the blood slaves, if he wanted to further expand the results of the war, he would have to advance into areas with more dense populations and richer resources.

However, those prosperous areas were forbidden areas that he dared not touch easily, because they were the princess's amusement park.

"We can't act rashly." Tang Feng turned to Lu Hui beside him and said, "The princess is playing there. If we act rashly, His Highness will not be able to explain it."

Lu Hui nodded.

"I can only contact His Highness."

"good."

Japan.

Zhuli Dojo.

Above the stage, the lights were brilliant, illuminating every corner and every actor's face.

The melody of the opera echoed melodiously in the air, nourishing the hearts of the audience like drizzle.

On the stage, the actors are dressed in gorgeous costumes, colorful, with gold and silver threads interwoven into flowing paintings. Their makeup is delicate and exaggerated, with red lips and white faces, and their eyebrows and eyes reveal the characters' joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.

Zhu Li sat in the audience with his eyes closed and nodding slightly, as if he was being drawn into another world by the rhythm of the opera.

His face seemed exceptionally peaceful, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which showed his intoxication and enjoyment of the beauty of opera.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrests of the chair, moving with the rhythm, as if silently clapping time to the performance on stage.

The singing style of opera is sometimes high-pitched and passionate, like thunder; sometimes low and gentle, like the gurgling of a stream.

This is the most professional opera troupe in Longguo.

Zhu Li enjoyed it very much.

The juniors did a great job.

The song sung on stage was "Four Dreams of Yu Ming Tang", a masterpiece by Tang Xianzu.

When talking about the peak of opera creation in the Ming Dynasty, we have to mention Tang Xianzu. His creations reached the peak of Ming Dynasty legends.

Tang Xianzu, whose courtesy name was Yi-ren and whose pseudonym was Ruo-shi, was from Linchuan, Jiangxi Province.

He became a Jinshi in the 11th year of Wanli's reign and worked in Nanjing. He had close relations with famous Donglin scholars such as Gu Xiancheng and Gao Panlong, and also had contacts with Li Zhi.

His major works include The Peony Pavilion, The Dream of the Southern Branch, The Story of the Purple Hairpin, and The Story of Handan. All four plays contain dreams, collectively known as The Four Dreams of Yuming Hall, also known as The Four Dreams of Linchuan.

Zhu Li felt somewhat relieved.

After all, the younger generations have not forgotten the things of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Li was originally immersed in the tranquility and enjoyment brought by art, closing his eyes to rest, as if he was isolated from the world.

However, at this moment, an indescribable subtle change suddenly came to my mind - it was the slight tremor of the innate Qi, like the sudden surge of an undercurrent in the deep sea, which was subtle but could not be ignored.

His eyes suddenly opened, and in an instant, those eyes seemed to no longer belong to a mortal, but contained the secrets of the stars in the universe, shining with golden light, dazzling.

This light is not light in the physical sense, but a manifestation of spiritual will and a symbol of a deep understanding of the laws of heaven and earth.

As Zhu Li's eyes opened, the air around him seemed to be frozen by this sudden pressure. Time slowed down at this moment, and even the story being performed on the stage seemed to have been paused.

The actors in the troupe, whether they were the main characters who were immersed in their roles, or the musicians who were silently accompanying them, were all slightly stunned by this sudden change in the aura, their movements stopped, and their eyes revealed surprise and confusion.

Below the stage, the troupe leader felt his heart tighten, and a chill ran down his spine into his heart.

He knew that Zhu Li was not an ordinary person, but he didn't say that Zhu Li was an immortal!
Everyone in the troupe was stunned.

The squad leader quickly shouted, "Keep going, what are you standing there for?"

The troupe started again.

Zhu Li's side is also ready.

The air around Zhu Li suddenly experienced an imperceptible fluctuation.

The wave was weak at first, like a gentle ripple on the lake, but in a flash, the ripples quickly expanded and turned into a dazzling golden light, like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, piercing the silence of the night and illuminating everything around.

In the golden light, the space seemed to be torn apart, revealing an alien scene that was different from reality.

In that void, Tang Feng's face slowly emerged.

"Your Highness."

The people on the stage were stunned.

这 是
Is this really not a miracle?
So sci-fi?
This kind of remote appearance is like a video call.

The drama class leader had a headache and shouted in the audience: "Go on, don't worry about it."

The show started again.

"Your Highness," Tang Feng's voice was clear and firm, which seemed particularly abrupt in this silent space. "My offensive in the United States has encountered unprecedented obstacles. The United States has a large number of destructive thermal weapons."

Zhu Li listened, frowned slightly, and his eyes revealed a thoughtful look.

His gaze lingered on Tang Feng's face for a moment, as if assessing the severity of the situation, and then he nodded slowly.

Seeing this, Tang Feng continued, "If we want to break the deadlock, we need more high-level blood slaves, especially... Blood Pills."

When he mentioned the word "blood pill", his tone was a little heavy, and he was obviously aware of the importance of this request.

Zhu Li was silent for a moment. The blood pills were the source of their power and were extremely precious. Each one contained enormous energy.

"Okay." Zhu Li finally spoke. Although his voice was soft, it was filled with unquestionable determination. "Captain Geng will go with the blood pill."

"Thank you, Your Highness. I will definitely live up to your expectations." Tang Feng felt a little numb. He didn't expect this mission to be so difficult.

"Captain Geng, take the blood pill and come back soon. We are about to open the tomb." Zhu Li said softly.

Invisible pressure is flowing.

(End of this chapter)