The spiritual energy has revived, and all the exercises I compiled have been practiced.

Chapter 18: Rifle Level Peak

Guns and cannons have always been the mainstream weapons on modern battlefields.

Everyone present was an elite. In order to cooperate with Adam's organization's action plan, they tried their best to sneak across the border and brought in a lot of heavy weapons.

In an instant, countless bullets were fired.

There were whooshing sounds everywhere!

Someone even took out a rocket launcher and prepared to load ammunition, determined to kill Zhang Zhaoyang with the strongest firepower.

Faced with such powerful firepower, even if Zhang Zhaoyang was wearing a bulletproof vest and had practiced Zhoutian Chunyang Gong very hard, he would not dare to resist it head-on.

Before the order from the opposite side was given, he had already moved. The white mist that had been accumulated in his body and had not been used was quickly consumed at this moment. He instantly burst into a speed of up to 180km/h and quickly retreated into the night, curling up his body and hiding behind a huge rock.

"Keep shooting, don't stop!"

The foreign fighters in the camp continued to launch attacks without stopping, while some took refuge in the fortifications they had built, preparing to defend themselves on the spot.

Zhang Zhaoyang, who was hiding behind a huge rock, was also gasping for breath at this moment.

It's different from killing people with bare hands. With his current strength, even ten Adams can be defeated one by one. The superhuman serum is nothing compared to the Zhoutian Chunyang Gong. The power gap is too big, and there is at least several generations between them.

But bullets and guns are different.

His body might be able to withstand a pistol, but it was not strong enough to withstand a rifle. Even if he used all his strength to burst out the white mist and greatly enhance his body, it would be useless.

The huge kinetic energy brought by the bullet leaving the gun can still penetrate into the flesh without the protection of a bulletproof vest. At most, the injury will be lighter, and it will not be a bloody hole caused by one bullet.

As for weapons such as grenades and rocket launchers, don't even think about it.

The blessing of white mist is of no use at all. You will definitely die cleanly at close range. You can only rely on high-speed movement to dodge.

Faced with the barrage of gunfire, he could only flee quickly. Even so, he was hit by several bullets under the barrage.

"Are you okay? Zhang Zhaoyang?"

Kong Ji's voice came from the walkie-talkie he carried with him.

Zhang Zhaoyang removed a dozen bullets embedded in his body, revealing holes oozing blood. He grinned and said, "If hundreds of guns were fired at you, would you be okay?"

Kong Ji, who was watching the situation from a distance with a night vision telescope, couldn't help but smile: "Who told you to be so stubborn and insist on charging into the battle alone?"

Zhang Zhaoyang said unhappily, "I finally mastered the Zhou Tian Chun Yang Gong, but I can't try out its power?"

Kong Ji smiled and said, "How was the test?"

"It's powerful. At least I won't die if I block the bullets." Zhang Zhaoyang grinned and urged, "The enemy is coming. Let Lao Dong attack quickly. If it's too late, I might really die."

Done.

Zhang Zhaoyang directly took out two six-barreled Gatling guns that he had prepared long ago from behind the boulder. He held one in each hand and wielded both of them. Without even stretching his head to look, he simply raised his hands, ignoring the recoil, and stretched the barrels of the Gatling guns out of the rock and fired wildly as if he was holding two pistols.

In an instant, the sound of bullet casings jumping could be heard continuously, and bullets pierced through the battlefield.

His firepower alone is comparable to that of an entire company; he is simply an unrivaled weapon on the battlefield!
far away.

Kong Ji put down the walkie-talkie.

There was no need for him to remind him at all, as Dong Dingguo had already arranged to launch an attack. Before setting off, he specifically reminded him not to rush to the front of the battlefield, and the scientific researchers should just stay behind and watch the show, and leave the fighting to them.

Kong Ji of course obeyed.

This time he came out, not only to witness modern warfare with his own eyes, but also to gain some understanding of Zhang Zhaoyang's actual combat capabilities.

"It's normal that Zhang Zhaoyang can't block the bullet. His current strength is not strong enough. If it were me, I should have no problem."

"Not only is my strength a hundred times greater than his, it also lasts longer, increases in magnitude, and can even release energy externally."

"As long as there is a sufficient supply of white fog, ordinary rifles and pistols will pose no threat unless the opponent is holding a heavy sniper rifle." "Even rockets and grenades can be resisted a few times."

"The only limiting factor is the white fog. Once I leave the coverage area, the energy consumption is too great. Facing the hail of bullets, I may not be able to hold on for too long."

"Unless we are in the area covered by the white fog, we can quickly make up for it. Not to mention that we treat bullets as nothing, as long as the opponent does not deploy heavy weapons, there is basically no danger."

After some thought and comparison, Kong Ji had a clearer understanding of his own combat power.

Without the blessing of the white mist, it is still a flesh and blood body. Even if the physical fitness has been greatly enhanced, gun bullets can still pose a threat, and a shot to the vital parts will still kill.

But if there is sufficient supply of white mist.

As long as you are not facing sniper rifles or other heavy weapons, you can basically be considered unharmed.

"Finally, I have some ability to protect myself, so I won't be killed easily."

Kong Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense mood in his heart relaxed a lot.

After all, it is the 21st century. No matter how powerful the white fog is, the world is still dominated by modern weapons.

Therefore, ever since he was assigned to the Investigation Bureau, an organization destined for conflict in the future, he has been worried about being involved in it. He will definitely have to face guns and cannons in the future. In fact, he also has a great sense of urgency in his heart and feels that his personal safety is threatened.

Until today, I finally got rid of a worry.

"When it comes to training, we always talk about level division. If we divide them by weapons based on actual combat performance, Captain Dong and his men can probably only be considered as beginners in archery, Zhang Zhaoyang can be considered as pistol-level, and I can be considered as the peak of rifle-level."

"It's just that this division always feels weird and doesn't sound very nice."

After thinking about something inexplicable in his head, Kong Ji put away his thoughts.

There was no need to use night vision binoculars at this time. The battlefield in the distance was filled with flames, explosions, and flares were fired one after another. It could be seen clearly with the naked eye.

The horror of the modern battlefield was also fully revealed at this moment.

The drones were used first to clean the area, and then all kinds of howitzers, armored vehicles, and rockets were pulled up. First there were a few rounds of saturation fire bombing, and finally the soldiers came forward to reap the harvest.

In the vast grassland, no matter how brave the enemy is, they can only wait to die under the continuous artillery bombardment and cannot resist it.

I don’t know what these people were thinking. They actually came to a place like the grassland on their own initiative.

If they stayed in the town and fought street battles, it wouldn't be so easy for Kunlun Base to defeat them. But if they stayed in the open areas of the grassland, they would be bombarded with all kinds of weapons and there would be no need to worry, they would be killed by the bombing.

Our own casualties were pitifully small.

All I can say is that his train of thought is bizarre and difficult to understand.

That night.

The sound of shooting continued for a long time. It was very dense at the beginning, but the sound of counterattack became more and more scattered as time went on.

Until the morning light appeared in the sky, the gunshots completely disappeared.

Kong Ji waited all night.

Finally, Dong Dingguo and Zhang Zhaoyang returned together, with dozens of prisoners behind them.

The two men took the lead and walked in front, with smiles on their faces and the smell of gunpowder all over their bodies.

"came back?"

"Ah."

Seeing Kong Ji, Zhang Zhaoyang smiled and reached out to take a silver-white box from a soldier following him and handed it to him.

"I'll give you a gift."

(End of this chapter)