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

Although he hated the traitor in his heart, he slowly moved his aim away from Zhao Dazhu and put it back on Sect Master Hehuan.

The opponent is a top-tier expert and poses the greatest threat.

If they can't kill him instantly and allow him to react and use his movement skills, Barrett and the machine gun might not be able to hit him.

The vanguard slowly made their way through Black Stone Gully, and no one noticed the ambush on the hillsides on both sides.

Zhao Mazi yawned while riding his horse, spat on the ground, and turned to shout at Sun Desheng, "Old Sun, you damn well better hurry up!"

Sun Desheng ignored him, staring down at the ground beneath his feet, his brows furrowed.

Having served in the military for most of his life, the terrain of this gully sent chills down his spine. The slopes on both sides were too high and steep, and the bottom of the gully was too narrow. If someone blocked both ends, there would be no way to retreat.

The dark horse from the back row finally came into view.

Lin Mo held his breath, slid his finger from the trigger guard to the trigger, and gently pulled it.

The Barrett fired with a dull thud, the blast from its muzzle brake sending dust swirling wildly across the rocks.

The bullet tore through the air at three times the speed of sound. The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect felt a sudden jolt on his scalp the moment the gun went off. His instincts as a top-notch expert made him instinctively dodge to the side, his body shifting half a foot in mid-air, but it was still too late.

The bullet struck his left chest, and the immense kinetic energy blasted half of his torso, along with his heart and lungs, into a cloud of blood mist.

His remaining right arm and lower body flew off the horse and crashed to the ground. Startled, the black horse reared up and threw his remains into a mud puddle by the roadside.

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, a top-tier expert, perished on the spot without even seeing his opponent's face clearly.

Everyone on the battlefield was stunned by the loud noise. Zhao Mazi dropped his whip to the ground, and Sun Desheng's warhorse jerked back, almost throwing him off.

The Supreme Elder reacted almost at the same instant the Sect Master was shot.

He didn't even glance at the sect leader. Instead, he grabbed Zhao Dazhu's arm and lifted him up. With a light tap of his toes on the horse's back, he transformed into a gray afterimage and sped off towards the edge of the ditch.

The old man was so fast that even the Flying Tigers on the hillside didn't have time to turn their guns around. He carried Zhao Dazhu as if he were carrying a sack of rice, and disappeared into the hills in a few flashes.

The M249 machine gun was the first to unleash a barrage of fire, and a dense rain of bullets poured down from the high ground, sweeping Zhao Mazi's vanguard into disarray.

Riflemen fired in a crisscross pattern from both sides, their bullets hitting the enemy with pinpoint accuracy, the screams and gunfire mingling together.

The mortar crews dropped high-explosive shells into the ditch, each one exploding into a burst of orange-red flames upon impact, sending dirt and limbs flying into the air.

The entire Black Stone Gully instantly transformed into a battlefield, filled with smoke and flames, where the screams of the rebels, the neighing of horses, and the whistling of bullets mingled together.

The vanguard had completely collapsed under several rounds of fire. Zhao Mazi lay on the ground, clutching his head and howling. His men scattered and fled. Some climbed up the hillside but were picked off one by one by the riflemen. Others ran back and trampled the fleeing soldiers to death.

Sun Desheng, having served as a regular army commander, reacted much faster than Zhao Mazi. As soon as the gunshot rang out, he immediately dismounted and hid behind his horse, brandishing his sword as he tried to organize the surrendered soldiers around him into a counterattack.

But the M249 bullets easily pierced through the horse's flesh and the simple wooden shield. Before he could even raise his knife, a mortar shell landed ten paces behind him, the blast knocking him to the ground. When he got up again, he had lost all feeling in his left arm.

Li Shengnan drew her twin swords and tried to rush up the hillside, but after only a dozen steps, she was forced to tumble and crawl back behind a rock by a burst of machine gun fire, cursing something that no one could hear.

The disciples from Shennongjia plunged into the bushes by the roadside and crawled out of the ditch using both hands and feet.

Helan Zheng was the quickest to react; as soon as the gunshot rang out, he used his movement skills to retreat.

The Supreme Elder had already darted hundreds of meters away.

Lin Mo watched through the scope as the gray afterimage vanished without a trace in a few flashes among the hills. He cursed under his breath, but couldn't help but admire the old fox's decisiveness.

From the moment the sect leader was shot to the collapse of the entire army, it was only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and he did not hesitate for a moment.

Before the smoke of battle had even cleared, Lin Mo launched the drone.

In the aerial images transmitted back on the screen, several corpses lay scattered on the hillsides on both sides of Black Stone Gully, and a large number of bodies lay haphazardly on the official road at the bottom of the gully. Several warhorses, having lost their masters, wandered aimlessly among the piles of corpses.

He carefully confirmed that there were no signs of an ambush at the surrounding passes and woodland edges before giving the order to Zhou Ping, the company commander beside him.

"Take thirty people down and clean up each section."

"Drag out those still panting and tie them up. Anyone who dares to resist should be shot on the spot. Also, remove all the martial artists' corpses!"

Lin Mo could use the corpses of these martial artists to increase his own cultivation.

"yes!"

Zhou Ping saluted and led thirty Flying Tigers members, rifles in hand, down the hillsides on both sides.

The team members worked in pairs, one holding a gun on guard while the other bent down to examine the bodies. They dragged the prisoners who were still breathing out of the pile of dead bodies, strung them together with hemp rope, and tied them to the roadside.

The results of the battle were quickly reported to Lin Mo: more than 1,200 enemy soldiers were killed, more than 300 were captured, the rest were scattered, and countless swords, spears, and halberds, more than ten carts of grain and supplies, and more than 30 warhorses were seized.

On Lianhai's side, only two team members were burned by gun barrels, and one sprained his ankle while chasing on the hillside; there were no other casualties.

Lin Mo walked down from the high point and personally inspected the captured leaders.

The Flying Tigers had already divided the prisoners into several groups according to their identities. Ordinary soldiers were tied up in a long string and squatted by the roadside, while several leaders were held separately on the other side, with a Flying Tiger standing behind each of them holding a rifle.

Lin Mo walked to the first group of prisoners and looked down at a burly man with a pockmarked face who was kneeling on the ground, bound hand and foot.

"Zhao Mazi was the leader of a local uprising in Cangwu. When he captured Cangwu County, he personally killed the county magistrate. Later, he led his men to loot the county's granaries and more than a dozen wealthy households."

Based on the intelligence he had previously obtained, Zhou Ping explained the other party's identity and situation.

Zhao Mazi raised his head, his face covered in blood, his nose bent to one side. When he was captured, he tried to ambush the Flying Tigers escorting him with a dagger hidden in his boot, but Zhou Ping broke his nose with a rifle butt.

He was kneeling on the ground, still cursing.

Lin Mo didn't waste any words with him. He drew his pistol and shot him dead in front of all the prisoners.

Gunshots echoed through the valley, and the prisoners squatting on the ground shuddered in unison. Several of the more timid ones collapsed to the ground.

Lin Mo walked up to Sun Desheng, and Zhou Ping briefly recounted the intelligence sent back by the scouts:

"Sun Desheng, formerly a commander of the Hezhou Guard, surrendered to the rebels with his troops when Cangwu City fell, and was later incorporated into Zhao Mazi's command."

Intelligence reports say he surrendered to save the lives of his hundred or so men, and that he did not participate in the massacre of civilians after surrendering.

Sun Desheng's hands were tied behind his back, but he did not kneel like Zhao Mazi.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, looked up at Lin Mo, and sighed:

"If I had known the imperial court had such troops, I shouldn't have surrendered in the first place."