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

Chapter 139: Neighboring countries are also preparing to attack the United States

Geng Qing rode the giant bird with four red eyes and a wingspan as long as clouds, descending from the sky with the momentum of a god descending to earth.

In the sky, dark clouds rolled, as if attracted by the giant bird, gathering around it, forming a spectacular scene.

Every flap of the giant bird's wings seemed to tear the sky apart, making a deafening roar that made the entire earth tremble.

As it got closer to the ground, one could clearly see that every feather on the giant bird was shining with a metallic luster, as if it was made up of countless sharp swords, revealing a fierce aura that could not be ignored.

Its eyes were like burning charcoal, emitting a hot and cold light that made people dare not look directly at it.

Just as Tang Feng and Lu Hui looked up, the giant bird had already landed in front of them with overwhelming force.

The dust on the ground was stirred up, forming a huge vortex, and the surrounding trees were swaying in the wind.

Geng Qing sat on the back of the giant bird, his posture upright, like an ancient god of war.

When the giant bird landed, the entire ground seemed to shake. Amid the flying dust, Tang Feng and Lu Hui could almost feel the oppressive feeling coming from the sky.

However, Geng Qing jumped off the giant bird's back calmly as if nothing had happened and stood steadily in front of them.

Geng Qing took a deep breath, and his chest swelled up, as if there was infinite power hidden within it.

He slowly raised his hands and clasped his fists in front of his chest. His movements were smooth and powerful, showing his profound martial arts skills.

The muscles in his arms were tense and the veins bulged, like two winding dragons, full of explosive power.

"Brother Lu!" Geng Qing's voice was loud and passionate, like thunder echoing across the plains.

When Tang Feng saw Geng Qing land steadily, he clasped his fists and called him Brother Lu and Brother Tang, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He knew that Geng Qing's journey was not easy, so he hurried forward a few steps, with a look of anxiety and expectation on his face, and shouted: "Captain Geng, where is the blood pill?"

Geng Qing heard this, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sly smile. He deliberately kept it a secret and slowly untied a delicate bag from his waist.

The bag was made of silk and embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, making it look particularly luxurious.

He shook it gently twice, and there was a slight clanging sound in the bag, as if something was rolling inside.

"Here it is." There was a hint of pride and teasing in Geng Qing's voice as he handed the bag to Tang Feng.

Seeing this, Tang Feng's eyes flashed with anxiety. He reached out to take the bag, but was afraid that if he moved too much, the blood pill inside would spill.

He wiggled his fingers gently under the bag, trying to determine the quantity and condition of the blood pills by touch.

Seeing Tang Feng so anxious, Geng Qing stopped teasing him, loosened his hand, and handed the bag to Tang Feng.

Tang Feng took the bag and felt the heavy weight inside, and he immediately felt relieved.

He couldn't wait to open the bag, only to see several blood-red pills lying quietly inside, emitting a faint fragrance.

Each of these pills is round and full, as if containing endless life force.

Their color is like solidified blood, revealing a deep and mysterious luster.

In the dim light, delicate textures faintly flowed on the surface of the pill, as if ancient runes were wandering through it, emitting an ancient and powerful aura.

There was a faint aura surrounding the elixir, which lingered like light smoke, giving people a vague and mysterious feeling.

Whenever the pill was gently shaken, the spiritual energy would fluctuate as if it was breathing, full of vitality and vigor.

Tang Feng took a deep breath and felt the faint fragrance refreshing, as if it could cleanse the soul and make people feel incomparably tranquil and peaceful.

"Finally...finally here, things become easier with them."

Geng Qing handed the blood pill to Tang Feng.

Tang Feng carefully put the pill back into the bag and turned his gaze to Geng Qing who was standing beside him, his eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation.

He cleared his throat, his voice trembling slightly, and asked, "Brother Geng, how many pills are there in this bag?"

Geng Qing smiled slightly, and there was a hint of pride and mystery in his smile.

He slowly raised his hand and stretched out twenty fingers, each one straight and strong, as if to emphasize the importance of this number.

"Twenty."

When Tang Feng heard this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. His laughter was hearty and heroic.

"That's enough! That's enough!"

Geng Qing said, "Is there nothing for me to do here?"

"Okay, leave it to me." Tang Feng said.

Geng Qing couldn't hold back any longer.

He knew very well that this trip was not just to deliver the blood pill, there must be a more important task waiting for him.

So he straightened his back and asked in a deep voice, "What do you need me to do?"

Tang Feng took the blood pill and felt a warm feeling in his heart, but he knew that this was not the time to relax.

He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and seemed to be weighing something.

The matter of the military base was of great importance and must be handled with caution. He raised his head, looked at Geng Qing firmly, and said, "There is a military base, you go there."

When Geng Qing heard this, a sinister smile flashed in his eyes, and there was a hint of bloodthirstiness in that smile.

He licked his lips, as if he could already smell the scent of battle.

He deliberately asked in a casual tone: "Feel free to do it?"

Seeing this, Tang Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a smile: "Of course."

After hearing this, Geng Qing burst into laughter. The laughter was deafening and full of heroism and domineering.

He patted his chest and said loudly: "Give me the address and I'll go!!!"

Seeing this, Tang Feng said no more. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, on which was written the detailed address of the military base.

He handed the note to Geng Qing.

"right here."

"Well, I'll go right away."

In a spacious and bright strategic intelligence analysis room, the chief of staff, holding several photos, hurried to the large conference table in the center of the room.

Chuan Langte was sitting at the table with a frown on his face, seemingly thinking about some difficult problem.

The photo clearly shows the faces of Geng Qing, Lu Hui and Tang Feng. They are either standing or sitting, with different backgrounds.

The chief of staff gently put down the photo, his voice slightly nervous:

"Mr. Chuan Langte, this is the latest intelligence we have obtained. According to our analysis, the three people in the photo are directly related to many recent incidents."

Chuan Langte's eyes instantly sharpened when he heard this. He reached out and picked up a photo and looked at it carefully. In this blurry photo, Geng Qing was riding on a huge bird. The bird was covered with red feathers, and its four eyes were piercing, revealing its incomparable ferocity and majesty.

Geng Qing was wearing a black suit, with a smile on his face, looking quite rough.

In the background, the sky was dyed blood red by the setting sun, and a few clouds floated in the air.

"Is this the flying monster?" asked Chuan Langte.

"Yes."

“It’s incredible!”

This kind of monster, isn't it making a movie?

Immediately, he picked up the second photo.

In this photo, Tang Feng is wearing a traditional Han costume in dark blue with exquisite gold embroidered patterns.

His eyes were as cold as ice, revealing an inviolable majesty.

Third photo.

Lu Hui stood alone on the top of a high-rise building in a modern city. His back was straight and his one arm hung naturally. Lu Hui's eyes were deep as he looked into the distance.

Grandmaster.

These are the words that come to the old man's mind.

"Are they the source of the chaos?" Chuan Langte asked.

"good."

There was silence.

The chief of staff stood in front of the table, his finger gently tapping on one of the blurry photos, which showed Geng Qing riding a giant bird. His voice was a little heavy:
"Mr. Chuan Langte, we have always believed that Behemoth's traitorous hyena was the source of all the troubles, but now it seems that the situation is more complicated."

Chuan Langte nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on the photo, his brows furrowed. "Yes, although hyenas are difficult to deal with, we have a good understanding of them. However, these so-called 'tomb guards' are something we have never encountered before."

The chief of staff continued, "According to our intelligence, the Tomb Guards are a mysterious and powerful organization, and they usually don't show up easily. Geng Qing's high-profile appearance this time was obviously an instruction from King Zhao."

Chuan Langte took a deep breath, trying to calm his anxiety. "So, what do you think the appearance of these tomb guards has to do with the current situation?"

The chief of staff pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke: "From the information we have so far, it seems that these tomb guards are not satisfied with acting in secret. They chose to show up at this time, most likely for some greater conspiracy. Moreover, their strength should not be underestimated, and we must deal with them with caution."

Chuan Langte nodded, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"You are right. We cannot let our guard down. Immediately strengthen the monitoring and investigation of these tomb guards, and continue to track the whereabouts of the hyenas. I want to make sure that neither the tomb guards nor the hyenas can do whatever they want in our territory."

Of course, hyenas have also caused great losses to the United States and have been nailed to the death list!

Moshidi.

Inside the dim and spacious command post.

Warlord Childe Borg sat behind a heavy oak table, his figure looking particularly tall and majestic in the flickering candlelight.

His face was resolute and his eyes were sharp like an eagle.

Various military maps and intelligence documents were scattered on the table, indicating that this was a decision-making center.

Childe Borg tapped the tabletop with his right hand, and each tap seemed to emphasize the importance of his words.

His fingers were long and strong, his nails neatly manicured, showing his attention to detail.

As he tapped, the documents on the table trembled slightly, as if responding to his every movement.

He wore a dark military uniform, medals gleaming on his shoulders and an insignia on his chest indicating his senior rank.

His hairstyle was neat and meticulous, forming a sharp contrast with his serious expression.

Around him, several adjutants stood, their eyes focused on Childe Borg, waiting for his instructions.

"Report, sir." The adjutant's voice was low and firm. He stood in front of Childe Borg and bowed slightly to show respect. "All targets have been cleared."

Childe Borg stopped hammering, his eyes swept over the adjutant's body sharply, and noticed the bloodstains. He raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't say much, just nodded to show his understanding.

"Very good." Childe Borg's voice revealed a hint of satisfaction, but more of indifference. "Make sure there are no traces left at the scene. I don't want to attract unnecessary attention."

The adjutant immediately responded, "Yes, sir. I have arranged for someone to clean up and ensure that nothing is missed."

Childe Borg nodded and waved his adjutant to leave.

Attacking the United States, they are not united internally.

But now Childe Borg is different. He has supreme power and all he needs to do is cleanse the middle and upper levels.

One word.

This is Childe Borg now, with supreme power given to him by his king.

Just as the adjutant turned around and was about to leave, another communications soldier hurried into the command post, his steps hurried and a nervous expression on his face.

The signalman was holding a telegram, which obviously brought urgent news.

"Report, sir!" The signalman almost ran to Childe Borg, his voice trembling with urgency.

"Our troops have been deployed at the border in accordance with your orders, and all outposts have been put on high alert."

Childe Borg sat in the main seat, his face as stern as an ancient sculpture.

Suddenly, a blood-red vertical line between his eyebrows suddenly lit up, as if some mysterious power was surging in it.

This vertical line is like a cracked blood-red eye, emitting a chilling light.

A hideous smile appeared on Childe Borg's face. The smile was twisted and ferocious, like a ferocious beast baring its fangs in the dark.

His eyes were filled with fanaticism and cruelty, as if they could see into the deepest fears in people's hearts.

He lowered his head slightly, letting the shadow cast over his face, making the bloody vertical lines more eye-catching.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, making a dull and regular sound, like the drumbeat of death, which seemed even more harsh in the silence.

The atmosphere around him suddenly became tense because of his change. Everyone held their breath and dared not look directly at his terrifying face.

The corners of Childe Borg's mouth rose with a kind of crazy complacency, like a master in control of everything, ready to announce his reign of terror to the world.

He exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, as if he was a demon crawling out from the depths of hell, making people tremble.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and fear, and everyone felt the shudder from the depths of their souls.

"Very well, my warriors, prepare to fight."

(End of this chapter)