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Chapter 130 Something Fell From the Sky

"put!"

Boom boom boom!

With a deafening roar, the Military Supervisor's Temple was razed to the ground, and Meng Qing's prophecy had indeed come true.

The military personnel had no idea what they had just bombed; their superiors had given them coordinates, and all they had to do was obey orders.

To say whether these poorly trained troops actually know what they are doing is something that can be guessed to some extent.

The thought of launching rockets into the county town was unsettling, but there was nothing they could do. They had orders from their superiors, and there were also some unidentified men in white.

They are very strong; anyone who disobeys will be killed. There's no way around it.

In fact, Song Qingfeng corrupted the military and political system of Wanxiang Continent with his corruption, so he didn't expect these continental armies to have much combat power. Their main role was to control those heavy firepower.

Everything was going according to his plan, albeit a backup plan.

"It seems I underestimated Meng Qing. Although he didn't know what I was doing, he still managed to keep the Linglong Guard trapped in the desert."

Song Qingfeng kept a close watch on the battle.

"Master, aren't you in a hurry?" The pink-haired girl asked, grabbing her pigtails with both hands, purely out of curiosity.

"Hahaha."

Song Qingfeng laughed from the bottom of his heart, "They're the ones who should be anxious. The Martial Guard isn't the Martial Cavalry. A few hundred men can't defeat us head-on. These people airdropped down now are here to kill me."

"Doesn't that make things even more urgent?"

"Why should I be in a hurry when you're here?"

"Too."

Apart from the two of them, only Ma Yuejian, whose face was ashen, was left in the room, but basically no one treated him like a human being.

"Master, Master, how confident are you?" the pink-haired girl asked again.

Song Qingfeng thought for a moment and said, "Well... about 60%. We're not trying to build a country. As long as we can bring the army back from the front lines, that's a victory."

"Only 60%?"

"What do you think? This is a rebellion, oops, an uprising. It's normal for it to fail. If it succeeds 60%, that's only because things went smoothly enough."

Song Qingfeng, on the other hand, had a very clear understanding of his own position. To those who had become his accomplices, whether willingly or unwillingly, he would naturally say that he was confident of success and that the entire star field would raise the banner of righteousness and overthrow the emperor. Whether others believed him or not was irrelevant; often, people just need a hope.

But he didn't hide anything from Pink Hair, who was one of his own. As long as he disrupted the Great Expedition's plans, he would consider it a success. It would be best if he could delay it for a few months. If not, he would take advantage of the chaos to run away.

Just as he was bragging, a white-clad man from Shang Ni barged in: "Master, latest intelligence: not only the Linglong Guards have been parachuted in, but also nearly a hundred Qingming Guards."

"Um?"

Song Qingfeng was clearly surprised. "Impressive, Meng Qing. He actually managed to bring in so many Qingming Guards without my knowledge. All our spies outside have been fooled."

The pink-haired girl said gloatingly, "What percentage is left now?"

"Hmm, about 50%."

Song Qingfeng said, "The Qingming Guard's combat strength should not be underestimated; they deserve a ten percent reward."

At this moment, Ma Yuejian's face was no longer as ashen; his eyes flickered, as if he wanted to do something.

But Song Qingfeng didn't even bother to look at him. He knew that this good-for-nothing didn't have the courage or the ability.

If Ma Yuejian dares to make any sudden movements, Pinky will kick his neck and break it.

"However, that's only about 10%."

Song Qingfeng said, "Their original plan was just to capture people, and they were all lightly armed. But I went all out and got a group of good men from the headquarters, no less than their Qingming Guard. Hmm, now that you mention it, I think it's more than 50%. Maybe I was too conservative in my estimate."

At this moment, someone else came in: "Master, a report from the county town indicates that figures resembling Meng Qing and Ji Ye have been spotted. They have gathered a group of guards and are launching a strong attack from the east. A squad of airdropped guards is also inside the camp and is currently encircling and suppressing them."

Song Qingfeng's eyes lit up: "Send out Meng Qing's location. Launch a saturation attack. No matter what's nearby, blast it to the ground. Do everything you can to slow down their offensive. The rest of you, eliminate the paratroopers in the camp and search the area around the camp. There must be some remaining soldiers who haven't had time to regroup. We'll wear them down little by little."

In any case, if we can kill Meng Qing in this battle, we'll at least have a small merit to spare.

Just as he was preparing to further study the troop deployment, he heard the pink-haired man who had somehow jumped onto the windowsill shout out the window, "Master, Master, something is falling from the sky!"

Boom!

A heavy armor-piercing shell pierced through the tall building and landed on the position, instantly obliterating the upper body of a Linglong Guard.

The most dangerous thing on the battlefield is not the firepower of the ammunition itself, but the complex environment.

The higher a martial artist's level, the more they can feel the killing intent that threatens them. The problem is that there is too much killing intent on the battlefield. Some are just small-caliber bullets that don't pose much of a threat, some are large-caliber bullets that need to be dodged, and there are also high-explosive bullets with a wider coverage area, as well as deadly surprise attacks from enemy martial artists.

If you become numb after fighting for too long, or if you are just momentarily distracted, you could die instantly.

This is why the Wuwei (武卫) are generally used for breaking through enemy lines, capturing flags, beheading generals, or other special operations, rather than fighting positional battles alongside the Wuzu (武卒).

It's not that there's no difference between the Wuwei and Wuzu in this environment. If both are caught in the blast radius of a missile, the Wuwei will most likely survive, while the Wuzu will basically be gone after being hit by one. But in any case, the large-scale battlefield will weaken the advantage of the Wuwei's stronger individual combat capabilities.

However, Meng Qing is now helpless. The airdrop did not achieve the expected results, and the personnel were scattered. Therefore, some of the Linglong Guards who are better at infiltration have to charge head-on with the Qingming Guards.

Over the years, Song Qingfeng has indeed been smuggling weapons, but judging from the current situation, he is not sending them out, but rather importing these incoming artillery shells.

Therefore, these incompetent state troops possess firepower many times greater than normal.

"Commander Meng, the Shang rebels have gone all out, secretly sending in many skilled men. A direct assault will be very difficult, and we may need to think of another way."

This is a perfectly normal suggestion; what's abnormal is that it came from Li Changying.

After the rapid descent, he quickly joined forces with Meng Qing and formed a guard team of over a hundred men. They then immediately launched a strong attack from the east, attempting to break through the Zhou army camp before the enemy could react and behead Song Qingfeng.

However, the enemy's information and firepower advantage was too great, and before they could even break through, shells rained down like a storm.

This is the border between the military zone and the wealthy area, and large areas of mansions around it have been reduced to rubble.

In short, after several attempts, Li Changying concluded that a direct assault was no longer appropriate. If even he thought so, then there was indeed a problem.

This means that Meng Qing will have to make a choice.

If we don't launch a strong attack, we can only retreat to the county town and turn the swift battle into guerrilla warfare.

Currently, the main fighting force is being mobilized to the front lines of the Great Expedition. There are not many combat-capable troops nearby. If we want to wait for reinforcements, we will have to hold out for at least ten days. It is uncertain whether the Shang rebels have search capabilities. Even if they do not, Song Qingfeng has a large number of armed forces at his disposal.

Alternatively, they could disperse and hide, letting the Linglong Guards do what they're used to: try to divide the enemy.

Rebellions are something that can be carried out in one go, but then the momentum wanes. Seeing that they couldn't completely annihilate the Wuwei rebels with swift and decisive measures, some people began to waver.

He glanced at Ji Ye, who was using a flying sword to stab rockets from a high-rise building, and then looked at Li Changying, who had gone back to retrieve the Overlord Spear to stab the iron elephant. He then seriously considered abandoning the decision to behead him.

But just then, he saw something emerge from the clouds.

It was dark and huge, falling towards the state army camp.