Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Looking at the densely packed military tents on the screen, Shangguan Hong's hands trembled with anger.

"That ungrateful wretch!"

Chen Mo poured a cup of tea and pushed it to her side.

"Sit down first. Getting angry won't solve anything; we need to settle the score one by one."

Shangguan Hong took a deep breath, sat down, and took a sip of tea.

Chen Mo also poured himself a glass.

"Judging from Huo Yan's flying speed, he has already broken through to the Grandmaster level."

Shangguan Hong looked somewhat dejected.

"In the sect, he and Ruhua are the only two below me in strength, both being late-stage Grandmasters. I didn't expect them to break through to Grandmaster so quickly."

Chen Mo put his arm around her shoulder.

"Don't worry, I will train your three sisters to become Grandmasters, one of them will be equivalent to two of Huo Yan's."

Then Chen Mo changed the subject.

"This false news about your breakthrough to the late game will only make the opponent more anxious. With three Grandmasters in the early game, who dares to wait for a late-game player to recover from their injuries? They will definitely attack ahead of time."

Shangguan Hong was a little anxious and gripped Chen Mo's hand tightly.

Chen Mo chuckled softly.

"If we arrive too early, we will be unprepared. Fifty thousand men hastily attacked a natural fortress; the more hasty they came, the more likely they were to die."

Shangguan Hong was taken aback, then suddenly covered her mouth and burst out laughing.

"Huo Yan was completely fooled by you."

"Who told him to be so wicked, coveting my woman?"

Chen Mo suddenly asked.

"Besides Ru Hua, who else knows about your injury?"

Shangguan Hong thought for a moment.

"Elder Zhao. The most senior elder in the sect, he knows something about my injuries."

Chen Mo leaned back.

"That's right. Ru Hua knows how to act appropriately and is wholeheartedly devoted to the Red Fire Sect. It's unlikely that she would let something slip."

"It's highly likely that Huo Yan got the information from Elder Zhao."

The color drained from Shangguan Hong's face little by little.

Elder Zhao.

Elder Zhao, who watched her grow up and always treated her like his own child.

He's a traitor too!

She suddenly stood up.

"Someone come here!"

Chen Mo grabbed her wrist.

"Don't rush."

Chen Mo smiled.

"It would be such a waste to kill them; they would be of great use to us."

Shangguan Hong stared at him blankly before slowly sitting back down.

Chen Mo picked up the jade bottle left by Huo Yan and twirled it between his fingers.

"The healing pill that Huo Yan gave me, I don't even need to think about what kind of stuff it is."

He looked at Shangguan Hong.

"Now, let's grant his wish. The sect leader took his pills to heal his injuries, but suddenly his injuries worsened, and he became bedridden. If Elder Zhao finds out about this, he will surely pass the message on to Huo Yan."

Shangguan Hong narrowed her eyes and coldly uttered a sentence.

"He used his own knife to lure himself into a trap."

"That's right. He'll definitely come back when he finds out your injuries have worsened. We'll take him down then."

"And what about the main army? Even if they attack hastily, they still number fifty thousand."

Chen Mo waved his hand.

"Don't worry about the army, I have my own arrangements. I'll show you something good in a bit."

"Later, all you need to do is let Elder Zhao see a seriously injured sect leader. He'll think he's done another good deed and will be faster than anyone else to deliver the message."

Shangguan Hong stared at him for a long time.

She said softly.

"It's good that you're my man."

Chen Mo grinned and turned to instruct the disciples outside the courtyard to call Qingzhu and the other two over.

Soon the three women entered the courtyard, unaware of what had happened.

Chen Mo got straight to the point.

"To make a long story short, the imperial army of 50,000 is about to attack this place."

The three women gasped in unison.

"Grandmasters and Grandmasters? Hong'er and I will handle them."

"The 50,000 men down the mountain are yours to manage."

Qingzhu pointed to her own nose.

"The three of us? Fifty thousand?"

"You don't need to fight."

"This mountain is surrounded by sheer cliffs on all sides, with only one path leading to the mountain gate. You three and the disciples of the sect must guard the mountain gate well for me. No matter how many come, they will all die."

"But what will we use to defend it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Mo waved his right hand.

With a few clangs, three iron weapons appeared out of thin air on the ground, along with a pile of ammunition boxes.

The three women were startled.

"Young master, what is this?"

Qingzhu reached out and poked it, then pulled her hand back.

"arms."

Fortunately, they were already used to the strange things about Chen Mo, so while they were surprised, they weren't afraid.

Qingzhu was the first to rush forward, grabbing the biggest and heaviest Gatling gun and hoisting it onto his shoulder.

"This one's the biggest! It's mine!"

Now that she's at the Inner Strength Realm, carrying this heavy iron lump weighing dozens of kilograms is no different from carrying a vegetable basket in her hands.

Su Yue walked over and picked up the M249.

"Then I'll take this one!"

Xu Wanqing didn't snatch it.

She circled the remaining Barrett, bent down to pick it up, and weighed it in her hand.

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow and explained.

"This is called Barrett; it can take a man's head from 800 feet away."

He turned to look at Shangguan Hong.

"Hong'er, you stay here and pretend to heal your injuries. I'll take them out to practice."

Shangguan Hong nodded obediently.

The group arrived at the mountain gate, where a narrow path wound its way up the cliff. At its narrowest point, it was only wide enough for three people to walk side by side, with a naturally protruding rock eaves overhead.

Chen Mo selected good spots for the three of them and waved his hand to stack the ammunition boxes in a row.

"Qingzhu, you stay here. Suyue, stay on the left. Master's wife, stay on top. The three of you guard this place. Whoever comes here will die."

The three women were eager to get started.

For the next two hours, the entire teaching process was in full swing.

Release the safety, load the belt and magazine, aim, and fire.

The three women learned very quickly; the strength of a martial artist's body could almost ignore recoil, and their shooting preparation was very high.

Qingzhu, carrying a Gatling gun, was the first to fire. The six barrels spun rapidly, and flames shot out for over ten feet, turning half of the rock wall into a sieve in the blink of an eye, with gravel cascading down.

She burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, this is fun! This is so much fun!"

Su Yue fired a burst of bullets from the M249.

The trajectory was a steady straight line, and three wooden stakes as thick as a bowl were swept in half.

"Young master, the weapon you gave me is incredibly powerful."

Xu Wanqing lay motionless eight hundred feet away for a long time.

boom.

A rock the size of a human head was blasted into powder.

The teacher's wife stared at the gun barrel for a long time, then said something quietly.

"Good stuff, but it lacks martial ethics."

As long as you find a good position and conceal your figure, you can kill someone from such a distance without them even knowing where they are until they die.

Midway through, Qingzhu pulled out a grenade and shouted that she wanted to throw one to hear the sound, but Chen Mo stopped her.

"This is for entertaining guests."

"oh."

Qingzhu reluctantly stuffed it back in, his eyes still glued to the grenade.

She carried the Gatling gun, still wanting more.

"Young master, after the war is over, can we keep this gun to play with?"

"Well played, here's one for each of you."

The three women's eyes lit up simultaneously.

They suddenly felt sorry for the 50,000 troops below the mountain.

into the night.

News spread from the cult leader's courtyard.

The sect leader took the healing pills given by the Left Protector, but his injuries suddenly worsened, and he became bedridden.

Elder Zhao rushed over upon hearing the news. Standing outside the door behind the screen, he saw the cult leader lying on the bed, barely breathing. He burst into tears, pounding his chest and stamping his feet in despair.

"Quickly! Go and summon the Right Protector to take charge!"

After saying that, he left quickly, and Chen Mo secretly followed him.

Sure enough, Elder Zhao returned to his residence, and soon after, a carrier pigeon flew into the night.