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

Chapter 142: The United States has been forced into a corner
border.

The moonlight was obscured by thick smoke, as if only a deep, inky shadow remained between heaven and earth.

The moonlight occasionally shines through the gaps in the clouds and falls on the land, but it cannot dispel the pervasive smell of death.

The flames of war were like an inextinguishable will-o'-the-wisp, leaping and spreading in the darkness, leaving traces of war on every inch of land.

Childe Borg felt the force.

He is a relatively high level blood slave. After blood slaves appeared around him, his power began to increase wildly.

"charge!!!"

He held the gun and marched forward bravely.

The blood slaves' eyes were as red as blood, filled with fanaticism and desire to kill.

Their pupils had expanded to the limit, as if they could devour any force that hindered their progress.

In these red eyes, there is no fear, no hesitation, only an endless desire to fight.

What’s even more terrifying is that the blood slaves’ bones have undergone abnormalization.

Their bones became harder and their shapes became twisted and strange, as if some ancient and evil power had awakened in them.

Their arms were unusually strong, with knife-sharp bone spurs growing from their fingertips. Every swing of their arms could bring about a bloody storm.

Despite facing an overwhelming influx of enemies, the blood slave soldiers showed no intention of retreating.

"Happy, happy!!"

Childe Borg felt great pleasure in killing, a feeling he had never experienced before.

The hyenas were killing each other fiercely nearby.

Suddenly, there was a wave of movement.

"not good!"

"What's wrong?" Childe Borg turned around and saw the hyena looking at the sky in astonishment.

"How dare they?"

"what?"

"Back off!"

No time to explain.

The hyena pulled Childe Borg towards the back.

Missiles were coming straight at us from the sky.

Then it fell with a loud bang.

The night is as bright as the day.

Childe Borg's face trembled, and his voice was filled with horror:
"Using tactical missiles in their own territory, are they crazy?"

half an hour ago.

office.

Chuan Langte's anger was like a violent storm, surging. He stood up suddenly, clenched his right hand into a fist, and smashed it hard on the sandalwood table in front of him.

The table was made of the finest rosewood and was extremely hard, but under Chuan Langte's rage, it made a dull loud noise and a long crack instantly appeared on the table top, like a crack after an earthquake, which was shocking.

His eyes were as big as copper bells, and his eyeballs were bloodshot, as if they were about to spit fire.

His eyebrows were furrowed into a deep “川” character, and the veins on his forehead were bulging like a winding earthworm. His lips were tightly closed and trembling slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress his inner anger.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, every breath he inhaled seemed to burn his lungs, and every breath he exhaled was filled with endless resentment and unwillingness.

Suddenly, he burst into a deafening roar: "How dare Childe Borg!"

The sound seemed to burst out from the depths of his dantian, passing through his throat and shaking the entire room.

The documents on the table were shaken and scattered everywhere, the ink bottle overturned, and the black ink slowly flowed out, just like the reflection of Chuan Langte's mood at the moment, chaotic and out of control.

The chief of staff stood aside, feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Chuan Langte, and cold sweat dripped down his back, soaking his back.

His body trembled uncontrollably, his teeth chattered, and even his voice became trembling and weak: "The worst thing is... he seems to be colluding with King Zhao!"

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, crushing the last bit of rationality in Chuan Langte's heart.

Chuan Langte's face turned from red to white, then from white to blue, and finally fixed at a terrifying iron blue color.

There was a gleam of disbelief in his eyes, which then turned into deep despair and anger.

Childe Borg is the warlord of Moshidi, but Chuanlangte doesn't take him seriously at all.

It can be said that he was supported by the arms dealers of the United States.

Holding the weapons of the United States, they are now superior to this drama.

Just relying on the power of King Zhao?

Chuan Langte's roar exploded in the room like thunder, making everyone's heart seem to skip a beat.

He turned around abruptly, his eyes spitting fire, staring straight at the chief of staff, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from clenched teeth: "Launch tactical missiles for me, clear, everyone clear!!!"

The chief of staff's pupils suddenly contracted and widened, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was obviously trembling and hesitant: "This... This is not good, on the border... After all, there..."

Before he finished speaking, Chuan Langte was like an angry lion out of control, roaring and interrupting him: "There are only those lowly illegal immigrants on the border, so what if they die? Shoot them!!!"

His voice rose an octave, nearly tearing his throat, and his hands were clenched into fists, with veins exposed, as if he wanted to concentrate all his anger and determination into this final instruction.

The chief of staff's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and sweat poured down his forehead, but he knew very well that Chuan Langte was no longer able to communicate rationally at this moment.

Faced with this irresistible order, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Although he was struggling and uneasy, he could only nod and agree weakly: "Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

The strategic command center of the United States.

Military deployment is unfolding rapidly.

They are very powerful and have the most advanced weapon systems.

Their launch silo covers slowly opened, and the missiles rose into the air with a low roar, spurting out blazing flames from their tails, lighting up the surrounding night sky.

The missile passed through the atmosphere at incredible speed and headed straight for the target.

During flight, they constantly adjust their trajectories to avoid possible interception.

When reaching the target, the missile released a high-energy warhead, instantly razing the enemy's important facilities to the ground. The shock wave and flames of the explosion illuminated half of the sky red.

Just like what Hyena and others saw.

"The United States actually used tactical missiles on its own territory. This... this is simply unbelievable." Childe Borg broke the silence.

The two looked at each other and saw confusion and shock in each other's eyes.

The hyena shook his head. "Who knows? Maybe he's under too much pressure right now."

Thinking of this, he wanted to laugh.

Chuan Langte must be in a state of panic now.

"But in any case," Childe Borg emphasized, "this behavior is undoubtedly crazy. Chuanlangte is becoming more and more unpredictable."

"Madman." Hyena spat out these two words, his voice was light but full of power, "He is pushing the entire country into the abyss."

"But it's no use."

Smoke and dust rolled, covering the sky and the sun, shrouding the originally clearly visible battlefield in chaos.

The air was filled with the suffocating smell of gunpowder and scorched earth.

A huge mushroom cloud slowly rose, like an evil flower blooming on the battlefield, and beneath it was a scene of devastation.

Countless deep pits were blown out on the ground, with soil and rubble mixed with broken limbs.

The once-sturdy fortifications were now reduced to rubble, with twisted metal wreckage scattered all over the ground. Burning vehicles and equipment emitted black smoke, and flames jumped among the ruins.

The war came to an abrupt end under the bombardment of tactical missiles.

All fighting became meaningless because faced with such a devastating blow, no side was able to fight again.

There was only a dead silence on the battlefield, broken only by the occasional crackling of embers and the groans of the wounded.

As time passed, a faint light gradually appeared in the eastern sky, like a sleeping dragon slowly opening its eyes.

The light of morning light began to become stronger and stronger, gradually changing from light gray-blue to warm orange-yellow, as if it was the most gentle brushstroke of nature, gently painting on the huge canvas of the sky.

The clouds were dyed with golden edges. They looked particularly soft and light under the morning light, as tempting as marshmallows.

"What should we do now?"

Childe Borg looked into the distance, feeling helpless.

This blow caused their morale to plummet, and it was difficult for them to organize another powerful attack.

"We can only stay here. You guys are not in good condition anymore." The hyena shrugged and said helplessly.

The soldiers in the army are intelligent and will run away when they see a threat. They are human beings and have emotions.

But the blood slaves don't.

They just keep moving forward.

So all the blood slaves created by the hyenas are dead, killed by tactical missiles.

If you want to organize another attack, you have to turn the remaining soldiers into blood slaves.

Hyenas can't do it, and it also requires huge costs to train blood slaves.

"So what do we do next?" asked Childe Borg.

"Wait, let me ask the Tomb Guard."

"Master Tomb Guard?"

Childe Borg's pupils dilated.

It's just that in the legend, the highest level of blood slaves, the kind that can completely suppress their blood, yet the hyenas can actually talk to them.

But it's normal because Hyena is one of Wang Wei's blood slaves.

"Can I meet with the Lord of the Tomb Guard?"

Childe Borg said with some anticipation.

But the hyena ignored him and slowly closed his eyes. His face looked unusually calm at this moment, as if he was isolated from the world.

However, beneath this tranquility, an indescribable power was quietly brewing in his body.

As his breathing deepened, a strange aura began to emanate from his body. It was the Qi of an immortal cultivator. It circulated madly in his body as if it had life, looking for an exit.

The Nine Transformations of the Immortal Corpse was pushed to the extreme by the hyena at this moment.

Only the Nine Transformations of the Immortal Corpse can connect to the spiritual path and establish a connection with other practitioners.

His body seemed to have become the center of a vortex, attracting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him.

Under his guidance, these spiritual energies transformed into streams of red Qi, which rushed endlessly through the hyena's meridians, carrying with them heat and violence, as if trying to break through the constraints of the flesh.

But in this red Qi, there was a hint of golden light, which was the unique symbol of the Nine Transformations of Immortal Corpse.

Although this golden light is weak, it is extremely tenacious. It moves freely in the red Qi flow, flashing dazzling light from time to time, adding a touch of mystery and sacredness to the entire scene.

Childe Borg was stunned.

But under this golden light, he inexplicably felt a little trembling. It was a fear coming from the depths of his soul, a natural suppression, just like a rabbit seeing a tiger.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how enviable!"

Maine.

A tall building.

"Geng Qing hasn't come back yet?" Lu Hui looked into the distance and said lightly.

Tang Feng smiled, with a hint of amusement in his smile: "Captain Geng had a lot of fun this time, he directly destroyed the other party's lair. However, this move is indeed cruel and decisive."

"It would be best to cause some trouble for the United States," said Lu Hui.

Tang Feng narrowed his eyes: "Of course, wait a moment."

A flash of inspiration came to me.

An indescribable power began to quietly awaken in his body.

Tang Feng's clothes suddenly moved without wind, rustling as if an invisible hand was gently moving them.

As this power surged, the Qi around Tang Feng began to flow wildly. They were like rushing rivers and burning fires, with an unstoppable wildness and passion.

The red Qi flowed through his meridians, and each flow seemed to tear his flesh apart, but at the same time it was also reshaping his soul.

Driven by this force, Tang Feng began to activate the Nine Transformations of Immortal Corpse.

As the method was put into operation, the air in front of Tang Feng began to distort, and a blurry image gradually emerged.

This image is none other than a hyena.

His image became clearer and clearer in front of Tang Feng, as if he was standing opposite Tang Feng.

There was a hint of anxiety on the hyena's face, but his eyes revealed deep respect for Tang Feng.

He stopped in front of Tang Feng, bowed slightly, and said in a respectful and clear voice: "Master Tomb Guard."

"how's it going?"

Tang Feng nodded slightly and asked about the battle situation on the border.

Maine was too far from the border, so they didn't pay attention to the sky and didn't notice anything unusual for a while.

Hyena pursed his lips, seeming a little helpless. He slowly said: "The United States was very decisive this time. They dropped tactical missiles on the border and directly cleared the battlefield."

Hearing this, Tang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "So fierce?"

What a surprise.

Now that the United States is ruled by the Donor and the Elephant, it is very difficult to use violent force. I didn't expect that the regulations on the use of tactical missiles would be passed so quickly.

This is quite interesting!

Could it be that a consensus has been reached within the two parties?

The hyena nodded and confirmed, "Yes, Master Tomb Guard. They acted very quickly and we had no time to react."

Lu Hui came over and asked softly, "Do you have all the staff now?"

Although his voice was soft, it revealed a majesty that could not be ignored.

When Hyena heard Lu Hui's question, his expression changed slightly. He said in a deep voice: "Lord Lu, something is not good. The blood slaves were cleared out in an instant, and many other soldiers also fled."

Lu Hui and Tang Feng looked at each other, and a hint of solemnity flashed in their eyes.

Obviously, they all realize the seriousness of the current situation.

Seeing this, the hyena asked hurriedly, "What should we do now?"

Tang Feng pondered for a moment, his eyes swept over the hyena and Lu Hui, and finally fell on the border in the distance.

He said slowly: "Just stay at the border."

The hyena felt relieved when he heard this.

"I will obey your orders, sir."

(End of this chapter)