Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

"Okay, let's go then."

Lin Mo and she quickly left the room. Before leaving, Lin Mo glanced back at the area under the bed, where a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes peeked out in the darkness.

Their eyes met for a moment in the air, and Lin Mo provocatively hugged Lin Qingyue even tighter!

The park is right across the street from the residential area.

In the early hours of a summer morning, the park was deserted.

I found a bench sheltered from the wind and sat down until the sky began to lighten before returning home, completely satisfied.

"Will you come again next time?"

Lin Qingyue looked at Lin Mo with shining eyes.

"OK!"

Lin Qingyue smiled upon hearing this.

After entering the house, Lin Mo watched her go back to her room before pushing open the door to his own bedroom.

Seeing that Su Qing had returned to her room, Lin Mo changed into ancient costume, and with a thought, arrived in World Number One.

The first thing we did upon arriving at World One was to bring out the surveying drones to get to work.

They gathered four Flying Tigers members, drove an armored off-road vehicle, and drove around the area around Lianhai County for a whole day.

Fortunately, these Flying Tigers members were used to going out to sea, so they didn't vomit on the vehicle.

During the process, he operated the drone while explaining the key points of operating it to these people.

Lin Mo didn't expect these people to learn it all at once. It wasn't a big deal; they could learn gradually through observation and exposure.

Although these people were in awe of the drone in Lin Mo's hands, they still carefully noted down every movement and even repeatedly recited it in a low voice.

The drone flies automatically along a preset route at an altitude of hundreds of meters. The laser radar and oblique photography module work simultaneously to scan the mountains, rivers, official roads, and villages below into data point clouds.

Back at the county government office in the evening, Lin Mo imported the data into the graphics workstation and ran a flight triangulation calculation.

A 3D model of Lianhai County and its surrounding terrain slowly appeared on the screen, with every mountain ridge and river so clear that the reeds on the banks could be seen.

The Flying Tigers team members, who had been following him all day, stared wide-eyed at the images on the computer screen, becoming even more convinced of Lin Mo's divine identity.

After the 3D model finished running, Lin Mo stared at the direction of Cangwu County on the screen and marked several strategic locations if the rebels attacked.

Outside Cangwu City, in a sparse thicket of bushes, three Flying Tigers members were squatting under a crooked old locust tree, eating compressed biscuits and adjusting their radios.

This forest is less than five miles from Cangwu County and is one of the forward reconnaissance points set up by the Yue Peng bird.

Twice a day, morning and evening, he would report the rebels' movements to Lian Hai via radio.

When the sound of the Yue Peng bird came through the headphones, Zhao Dazhu was squatting under a crooked old locust tree, biting into a compressed biscuit.

He chewed twice and mumbled a reply:

"Understood, sir."

Before the words were finished, a rough shout came from outside the woods:

"Hey, you three, what are you doing?"

A dozen or so rebel patrolmen, dressed in rags and carrying knives and spears, pushed aside the bushes and swaggered toward them.

Leading the way was a burly man with a thick beard, carrying a chipped-edge dagger.

He immediately spotted three strangely dressed men crouching under the tree, his gaze then settling on the black triangular bayonets in their hands.

This thing looks black, but for some reason it feels very sharp. You can tell it's a treasure at a glance!

As he approached, the bearded man squinted and looked him up and down.

These three men had no armor plates on them, and their clothes were made of neat material, so they didn't look like refugees.

But they weren't wearing the uniforms of government troops, which looked very strange!

The bearded man pointed the tip of his knife at Zhao Dazhu, his tone arrogant:

"I'm asking you a question! Are you mute?"

Zhao Dazhu stood up, subtly moved the radio behind him, and smiled broadly.

"Sir! We are traveling merchants, just stopping by for a rest."

"peddler?

"The traveling merchant doesn't carry goods, but instead brings along this dark, unsightly lump of iron?"

The bearded man took two steps forward, his gaze passing over Zhao Dazhu's shoulder and landing on the pile of equipment under the tree.

"What the hell is this thing? Open it up and let me see!"

The remaining two Flying Tigers members, Wang Qingsong and Li Gou Dan, exchanged a glance, their fingers already on the trigger guard.

Zhao Dazhu tried to smooth things over, saying, "It's just a broken metal box, worthless, there's nothing inside!"

He spoke as he backed away.

But the bearded man was getting impatient. He waved his hand behind him, and a group of patrolmen scattered and surrounded him in a semi-circle.

He was muttering curses under his breath:

"You must be spies for the imperial court! Boys, tie them all up and take them back for a thorough investigation!"

Seeing that conflict was inevitable, Zhao Dazhu's eyes turned cold, and he decisively pulled the trigger.

Da da da!

The silence of the forest was shattered by a burst of gunfire. Bullets accurately pierced the chests and heads of the first few rebels, splattering blood and brain matter on the faces of those behind them.

Upon seeing this, the remaining two men immediately and decisively raised their guns and fired.

The sudden gunshot startled the bearded man.

When he came to his senses and tried to reach for the ghost-head knife, it was too late.

A bloody hole appeared between his shiny brows, and he fell straight backward uncontrollably, his face still bearing the arrogant look he had just had.

The remaining patrolmen were terrified when they saw this.

They scrambled and crawled towards the edge of the woods, some with weak legs crawling on their hands and feet, letting out pitiful screams.

Seeing the two men raise their guns and were about to give chase, Zhao Dazhu immediately stopped them:

"Don't chase! Retreat!"

With that, he grabbed the radio, slung it over his shoulder, and ran into the depths of the dense forest.

But the gunshots had already alerted other patrols nearby, and the rebels in the area quickly gathered.

The encirclement tightened rapidly, and the shouts and footsteps of the pursuers could be heard from all directions.

Soon, the news reached Cangwu County.

A low-ranking officer stumbled into the county government office.

Several rebel leaders were drinking and discussing matters in the back hall of the county government office.

One of the middle-aged men, dressed in a white robe and with a good appearance, sat in a corner, holding a bowl of wine in his hand and a plate of peanuts in front of him, idly peeling the shells.

His name is Wu Yan. He is an elder of the Hehuan Sect who went down the mountain to experience the world. His cultivation level is second-rate, fifth stage. He is considered one of the top combat forces among the rebels in Cangwu.

However, he didn't care much about the military affairs of this rabble; he was only stationed here to oversee things because of orders from his sect.

The foreman knelt down with a thud, sweating profusely, and shouted:

Report!

I inform you, my lords, that three spies have been discovered in the woods outside the city and have killed many of our men!

They had a short, black flintlock pistol that could kill from dozens of paces away without needing a fuse; the sound was louder than thunder. Several of our brothers were killed the moment they showed themselves!

Wu Yan didn't care at first, but when he heard what the leader said, his hand holding the wine bowl stopped in mid-air, and his expression changed drastically.

A short, black musket, without the need for a fuse, could take a life from dozens of paces away, its sound like thunder!

He put down his wine bowl, pushed aside the peanuts in front of him, leaned forward slightly, and asked in a very low voice:

"Say it again, what does that thing look like?"

"Black, hard, probably..."

It's that long, isn't it?

The foreman gestured with his hand to indicate the length.

"The pipe is round, it doesn't smoke, but it spews fire. If it hits someone, it'll leave a bloody hole on the spot. It's incredibly powerful!"

Wu Yan's expression changed.

He wasn't afraid, he was shocked.

Others might not know this, but he knows it all too well.

Not long ago, the entire Hehuan Sect was thrown into chaos by a mysterious person who used poisonous fog and hidden weapons similar to firearms!

Even the sect leader was forced to lead the entire sect to hide in a mountain cave.