Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 432 Tang Clan Remains
"Ah, so the brigade commander can't take my equipment?"

Li Yunlong was delighted after realizing it belatedly.

For him, having a few more guns, a few more cannons, and a few more people is much better than some crappy foreign journalists publishing articles in newspapers and the bald guy's telegram of commendation. Especially since the bald guy is just making up fake tricks and talking nonsense. If you have the ability, can you allocate some military pay and supplies to us?

The commendation from the headquarters was certainly an honor that Li Yunlong valued, but at this critical moment of the national crisis, nothing could compare to his strong fighting power and the joy of being able to beat the Japanese.

"It's hard to say. Maybe the brigade commander will be happy and give you a few more American guns. It's also possible that he's afraid that you'll get too cocky and will seize a few guns and boxes of ammunition from you. It's hard to say."

He Songling thought it was really interesting to tease Li Yunlong.

"Come on, Mr. He, please tell me what's going on..."

"Hey, how can I interfere in the internal affairs of your army? This depends on the decision of the leaders. You just wait for the decision of the brigade commander!"

The reason why He Songling teased Li Yunlong was to cheer himself up. He was really afraid that he would not be able to hold on when he continued to explore.

There was no way. Although the soldiers led by Li Yunlong were all respectable and admirable people, they had no connection with He Songling after all. He Songling had done the best he could and ensured their life safety on the battlefield to the greatest extent. What needed to be counted was how many Japanese devils were killed.

But further ahead is the battlefield of the Tang Clan.

These old guys from the Tang Sect had a deep relationship with him. He Songling learned Qi poison, hidden weapon techniques, Xu Bu, illusion body barrier, and even Dan Shi from them. The people from the Tang Sect also got ricin, shrinking potion and other things from him.

It seems like a transaction between two parties, but in fact, the relationship between people can never be operated with one click like increasing the favorability of NPCs. Isn't the friendship between people generated through these exchanges and communications?
To He Songling, the people of the Tang Sect were no less important than his fellow disciples of the Sanyi Sect.

To see their death with my own eyes...

We cannot help but watch it. Since we have the conditions, we should at least let everyone know about their great sacrifice.

He Songling shook his head and continued to move forward, dragging Wei Dayong.

"really."

Of the ten people from the Tang Clan, Yang Lie, Xu Xin, and Dong Chang survived, but Gao Yingcai died in front of him. The others who were closest to the suspension bridge were the couple.

Tang Tongbi and Du Fusong.

"It's still the Demon Eita."

He Songling didn't even need to squat down to look. The sharp blade seemed to still emanate demonic energy and sharp coldness. There was no doubt that the demon sword Hirumaru must have caused this wound.

"Mr. He, are you okay?" Wei Dayong also came from Shaolin Temple. He felt frightened when he saw the knife wound. He thought that if he were in the other's shoes, even if he practiced the two new skills given to him by He Songling, he would still be killed by the knife.

"It's okay, continue." He Songling's voice became calm. But as a person in the circle of extraordinary people, Wei Dayong knew He Songling's character very well. This person's every move and every word were like a mental illness, and his speech was incoherent. The more normal he was at this moment, the more abnormal it was.

After walking a few hundred meters, we saw two bodies in the other direction of the woods.

"Wang Li, Tang Mingyi." After he entered the Tang Sect, the first person he had a real conflict with was Tang Mingyi. He Songling can still imagine her red eyes, unable to do anything about her anger and frustration.

Now the eyes of these two people are always red. Just yesterday during the day, he was still communicating with Tang Mingyi through Eagle Eye, but at night they were separated forever.

"The shrinking potion is useless."

He Songling took a look. Although Wang Li was originally a short man, he was not that short. There were obvious traces of magic potion on it. When he was in the Tang Sect, he provided them with a "hundred solutions in the battle", which was to use shrinking potion to make the opponent lose the target in an instant.

However, Wang Li and Tang Mingyi were not like Li Ding or Tang Tongbi and Du Fusong and his wife, who died because they encountered powerful opponents. They simply encountered too many opponents of equal strength and could not kill them, so they died of exhaustion.

This is not a situation where you can survive by just winning one or two more opponents.

Speaking of Li Ding, here comes Li Ding.

Li Ding is stronger, relying on the black-tailed armor, he might be able to rank second among the ten men of the Tang Sect this time. Even Gao Yingcai, who is also a senior, suffers from the disadvantage that it is difficult to break his defense and cannot beat him.

But again, the Tang Sect's ability to fight head-on is actually quite weak. Li Ding is 43 and almost 44 this year, and he still thinks that no matter what, he can't break the golden light of the 12-and-a-half-year-old Zhang Zhiwei, which shows the gap between him and the top masters.

Unfortunately, the big fool he met was the one who could restrain him the most.

"Shrinking potion, ricin, hey." He Songling looked at Li Ding's body and said "hey".

That stupid big ninja really crushed Li Ding in all aspects. Li Ding couldn't even take a single blow from him. In a normal fight, he couldn't even counterattack. The black-tailed armor on his body had been completely smashed by an ordinary wooden stick, and his bones and internal organs were almost all shattered.

But this time with the help of He Songling, Li Ding made the final blow, using the black-tailed armor to pierce the protective qi barrier of the big ninja, and at the same time he shrank himself, thus avoiding the big ninja's fatal blow.

The Qi poison made from ricin was far stronger than the Tang Clan's previous poisons, killing the big fool on the spot, instead of having to endure the poison and go find Madam Jing as in the original novel, and eventually dying because Madam Jing was already dead and could not be detoxified.

If it was a one-on-one fight, or even a ten-on-ten fight like the one in the Sky-High Hole fight later, Li Ding would have survived.

It’s a pity that there was a group of Japanese soldiers in front of him.

Li Ding, who had lost his black-tailed armor, could not withstand the Japanese's volley of fire and was almost shot into a sieve.

It can only be said that the battle of Mianshan, no matter how dangerous or tragic, is indeed far better than the Toutian Cave. A few new tricks still cannot save their lives.

After all, even He Songling himself almost died.

"Mr. He, their bodies..." Wei Dayong's breathing had become extremely light at this time, but he was a battle-hardened soldier after all, and he had seen many more tragic situations than this. Sacrifice had almost become a daily routine for him and his comrades, so he was relatively calm.

"Cremate it, I'll have the people from the Nisheng Group come and get it and send it back to the Tang Sect."

He Songling didn't know what to say. Although his ending was not good, it was better than the original book where even the body was dealt with by the Japanese and there was only a tablet left in the Tang tomb, right?
"Further ahead, that is..."

(End of this chapter)