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

He Lanzheng of the White Lotus Sect turned cold:

"So, Zhao, do you think you have a chance of winning against Lianhai County?"

"Then how about this: when we attack Lianhai County, you and your brothers will charge ahead, okay?"

"I'll copy you..."

That's enough.

The Supreme Elder, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke. His voice was soft, like a bucket of cold water poured on crackling charcoal.

The council chamber fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to the white-haired old man.

The Supreme Elder slowly stood up, placed his withered hand on the table, and looked around at everyone.

He didn't look at Zhao Mazi, nor at Helan Zheng, but instead scanned every greedy and anxious face present, before slowly speaking, his voice hoarse:

"Lin Mo is the mortal enemy of my Hehuan Sect."

He once sealed the mountain with poisonous fog, looted all the pills and secret manuals of my Hehuan Sect, and caused countless deaths and injuries to my sect's disciples.

This is an irreconcilable enmity.

As for these things in Lianhai County, our Hehuan Sect doesn't want a single one. You can discuss how to divide them after we conquer them."

He paused, then suddenly slammed his palm down.

With a muffled thud, the long sandalwood table shattered into pieces with a single slap, sending wood chips flying and shards of wood clattering and hitting the ground.

Several nearby leaders were thrown back a step by the shockwave, and the chair that Zhao Mazi had just thrown to the ground was also shaken up.

"But now, you must immediately assemble all your forces and launch a full-scale attack on Lianhai County."

We must act swiftly and decisively, break camp before dawn, and capture Lianhai County before nightfall tomorrow.

Anyone who dares to utter another word, delaying the battle, will meet the same fate as this table.

The Supreme Elder withdrew his hand, his gray-white pupils slowly sweeping across each person's face.

The crowd looked at each other, and finally one by one they lowered their heads.

Zhao Mazi gritted his teeth, bent down to pick up the chair that had fallen to the ground, and squeezed out two words through gritted teeth:

"Yes, ma'am."

Li Shengnan stood up, dusted off imaginary dust from her knees, and made a fist salute with a blank expression.

Helan Zheng put away his folding fan, straightened his clothes, and bowed slightly in the direction of the Supreme Elder.

After everyone had left, the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect leaned close to the Supreme Elder and whispered:

"Elder Cheng, you're saying we don't even want anything from Lianhai County?"

The Supreme Elder's eyes were sinister:

"Who said we don't want it? Once we take it, all these people will be dead, and then everything will be ours!"

"A great way to grow!"

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect gave a thumbs up.

Yue Pengniao strode into the back hall of the county government office:

"My lord, news has just come back from Cangwu that the rebels have broken camp."

Yue Pengniao handed a copy of the telegram to Lin Mo, speaking rapidly.

"Six thousand soldiers set off before dawn, heading straight for Lianhai along the official road."

Based on their marching pace, they are expected to arrive in Lianhai territory by evening.

Lin Mo frowned slightly, took out his walkie-talkie, and called Liu Si and Zhang Tie over.

He stood up, walked to the newly printed color aerial map hanging on the wall, and traced his finger along the official road between Cangwu and Lianhai, finally stopping at a hilly area marked with contour lines.

"Have the entire Flying Tigers assemble, bring all their equipment, and wait for me at the firing range."

Zhang Tie, go and inform Chen Laohai that the port is on high alert and the ships are ready to set sail at any time.

Liu Si, you are in charge of evacuating the people outside the city. Everyone should retreat back inside the city walls.

"Yue Pengniao, five hundred men from the Thousand Households Garrison will guard the city walls, while the remaining one hundred will go with the Flying Tigers to ambush."

A moment later, a fully armed squad of 100 Flying Tigers stood in formation on the firing range.

Body armor, bulletproof helmets, M4 rifles, magazine pouches, light machine gun crews carrying M249s, and mortar crews carrying disassembled barrels and bases.

Lin Mo stood at the front of the line, his gaze sweeping over every young face. When he spoke, his voice was soft but each word was clear:

"Today's mission is to ambush the vanguard of the rebels at Heishigou, thirty miles west of Lianhai County."

There are six thousand rebels, and you have one hundred.

You have rifles, machine guns, and mortars.

There are martial arts masters among the rebels, but your bullets travel faster than theirs.

Remember three points:

First, obey orders; do not fire without my command.

Second, retreat after three rounds; no lingering is allowed.

Third, prioritize attacking the generals and spare the fleeing ones.

Fourth, the ambush was a success, and everyone will receive an extra three months' salary!

The queue was quiet for a moment, then someone shouted "Flying Tiger!" and about a hundred people shouted it out in unison, the sound so loud that Lin Mo's eardrums hurt.

He gestured with his palm, indicating that everyone should check their equipment and set off immediately.

Heishigou is located 30 li west of Lianhai County and is a necessary route on the official road from Cangwu to Lianhai.

The gully is flanked by rolling hills covered with shrubs and jagged rocks. The official road winds its way through the bottom of the gully, and the slopes on both sides form a natural high vantage point.

Lin Mo had previously flown over the ditch with a drone, marking every slope and every hiding spot on a 3D map.

The Flying Tigers dispersed and concealed themselves on the slopes on both sides of the ditch according to the pre-arranged plan. The light machine gun teams occupied the high ground, the mortar teams were set up on the reverse slope, and the riflemen were distributed on both flanks, with crossfire covering the entire section of the road.

After everything was set up, Lin Mo set up the Barrett behind a rock about half a person's height.

The gun barrel rested in a rocky crevices, the crosshairs of the scope were aimed at the dust rising at the end of the road, and the rebel vanguard had come into view.

Zhao Mazi's men walked at the front, their flags askew and their ranks loose like a market. Some carried knives, others held sharpened bamboo poles, and they all grumbled and complained about how hot the weather was.

They had no idea that there were about a hundred people lying on the hillsides on both sides, nor did they know that Death was crouching behind the scope, without firing a single shot.

Lin Mo did not give the order to fire.

His gaze passed over Zhao Mazi's vanguard and Sun Desheng's central army, landing on the group of martial arts practitioners in various sect costumes in the rear.

Lin Mo soon spotted a familiar face among the rebels!

The Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect!

He rode a black horse, with an old man with white hair and beard beside him, looking like a hermit sage.

What surprised Lin Mo the most was a burly man next to the white-haired old man.

He was wearing a tattered Flying Tigers training uniform, with large patches of dried, blackened blood on his chest and cuffs, and his face was also covered in blood, but he remained calm and chatted and laughed with the white-haired old man.

Lin Mo adjusted the scope's focus, and the man's face gradually became clear: Zhao Dazhu.

Lin Mo's finger stopped on the trigger.

Zhao Dazhu is still alive.

This communications squad leader, who should have committed suicide by poison upon capture, is now walking alive in the rear of the rebels.

They were not bound or guarded, and walked side by side with the rebels with composure.

Lin Mo's heart sank.

Zhao Dazhu has betrayed us!