"Commander, we have searched the entire town, and there should be no other survivors."
Soon, the searching soldiers came back one after another.
Hearing this, First Mao said from the side: "Retreat, those two monks should have turned into zombies."
After saying that, he looked at the sky and said, "It's getting dark, and night is not a good time to deal with zombies."
Zhang Heng glanced at the sky.
The sun sets in the west and the sky is red and beautiful.
But this beauty is deadly.
Because the sun goes down, the zombies hiding in the houses in the town will come out and move around. It is not just one or two zombies, but an undead army composed of one or two thousand zombies.
"withdraw!"
Zhang Heng gave an order: "Retreat ten miles away and then set up camp."
Zombies have a very sensitive sense of smell.
Following the wind, one can smell human scent from several miles away and jump over following the scent.
Therefore, you cannot camp near Tengteng Town, otherwise the zombies in the town will become restless and possibly break through the wall and run out.
Tap tap tap
Before dark, the troops retreated ten miles away and stationed themselves on a hillside.
Zhang Heng ordered the soldiers to light a fire to cook, and he took First Mao and Adjutant Wu to the top of the mountain and observed the direction of Tengteng Town with a telescope.
“It’s very lively!”
Under the moonlight.
I saw dozens of people in Tengteng Town, and many people worshiping the moon stood on the roofs.
These people stretched out their arms and gathered in twos and threes. Some even fought for a good position. The defeated ones could only go to the lower roof to worship. It looked very interesting.
"I've seen zombies worshiping the moon a lot. This is the first time I've seen so many zombies worshiping the moon together."
The First Mao also held a telescope in his hand: "Look at these zombies, they are clearly hierarchical. Only the strong ones can stand on the two-story building, while the weak ones can only stand on the roof of the bungalow. The concept of hierarchy is very obvious.
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Zhang Heng was also watching quietly.
After watching for a while, he suddenly frowned: "Look at the northwest corner, there are a few zombies fighting there!"
"Have it?"
First Mao raised his telescope and looked.
After a while, a look of astonishment appeared on his face: "This is not a fight, this is a zombie biting a corpse. One zombie has sucked the corpse energy of other zombies. This is rare among zombies. Could it be that they are fighting for the king of corpses?"
If there is a hierarchical group, there will be leaders.
There are monkey kings and nobles in the monkey group. They even have the right to beat other monkeys, and the monkeys who are beaten will not resist.
The same goes for zombies.
When their number reaches a certain level, a zombie king will be elected internally to lead the entire zombie swarm.
"It's not like fighting for the Corpse King!"
Zhang Heng looked a little suspicious: "If we are fighting for the zombie king, we should only absorb half of the corpse energy of the zombies defeated by it, leave half to the opponent, and then take him as a follower."
"Absorb all the corpse energy, and the zombie will die. Zombies kill zombies, just like ghosts eat ghosts. Other zombies will regard them as aliens and attack them in groups."
No. 1 Mao nodded: "It's very strange. Do you want to go over and have a look?"
Zhang Heng thought for a moment and said, "Let's not go there. I'll let Auntie Mei go."
First Mao was a little confused: "Who is Aunt Mei?"
Bang!!
The paper ghost flew out from Zhang Heng's neck and sat on his shoulder.
No. 1 Mao's eyes lit up: "Paper man?"
"It's a paper ghost!"
Zhang Heng did not explain much, and quickly said to the paper ghost: "Go to that town and see what they are doing. Also, be careful. This is a zombie town. Hide yourself when you go in."
Well, you are a ghost and they are corpses and they will not welcome you."
Whoosh!
The paper ghost burst through the air and flew away.
No. 1 Mao touched his chin and looked Zhang Heng up and down: "Nephew, you have hidden yourself deep enough. You have a ghost with you all day long. It's strange. Ghosts are filthy things that bring about decline, disaster, and suffering.
, trapped in one body, you carry it with you all day long, there is no reason why I can’t discover it!”
"How did you find out?"
Zhang Heng took out a handkerchief from his arms: "This is the Lushan Sect's Immortal Soldiers Picture. It is specially used to raise ghosts. I usually wrap paper ghosts with Immortal Soldier Pictures. Don't mention you, Uncle Star Reacher."
can not tell."
"A magical weapon of the Lushan Sect?"
The No. 1 Mao's face became serious: "That group of people is not a good person. Although they are separated from the Jingming sect and are a well-known and upright sect, their behavior is insidious and vicious. They are even more heretical than the heretical sect, and they are still less likely to be dealt with.
good."
"I have never dealt with them, this picture"
Zhang Heng organized his language: "One day when I was practicing Qi in the early morning, I saw Bai He coming from the east and gave me a picture. Look, it's this one."
"Is the painting presented by Bai He so exaggerated?"
First Mao acted like I don’t study much, so don’t lie to me.
But thinking about it, I felt a little guilty in my heart: "Could it be that my nephew really has great luck and great opportunities, and is a true immortal seed like Senior Brother Zhaixing?"
The star-catching Taoist has unrivaled love and unrivaled talent. He is recognized by Maoshan and even the Taoist sect as the true immortal seed. It was expected to become an immortal in the Tang and Song dynasties.
Although Zhang Heng's talent is not that terrifying.
But he is just like the Duobao boy. Last time it was the turtle offering the sword, and this time it was the white crane offering the picture.
Next time, shouldn't it be time for an old man to come and give three volumes of the Book of Heaven to me?
Good guy, in the Age of Dharma Ending, two true immortal seeds came out of one sect. This is putting the founder in the frying pan, emitting so much smoke.
"I can't afford to offend you!"
No. 1 Mao looked at Zhang Heng secretly and thought to himself: "You must speak more politely from now on. How can this be my nephew? He is clearly my half-brother!"
Whoosh!
A black shadow flew from the sky.
Zhang Heng reached out to take it, and the paper ghost landed on his hand, jumped up and down his shoulder, and whispered in his ear.
"Well, I understand."
Zhang Heng stuffed the paper ghost into his clothes and said to First Mao: "The reason why the zombies are in chaos is not because they are fighting for the zombie king, but because there are two bald zombies attacking other zombies."
"Bald zombie?"
First Mao's eyes widened: "The remaining two of the twelve eminent monks of Fatai Temple?"
Zhang Heng nodded silently: "The two eminent monks have transformed into corpses. I don't know whether it was because of their profound Dharma or other reasons. In short, they have been attacking other zombies, and dozens of white zombies have died on their hands.
There are so many.”
“It’s incredible!”
No. 1 Mao looked in admiration: "Even if you become a zombie and you are still fighting zombies, when I look back, this incident can be written into the Maoshan Chronicles and the heroic deeds of the two masters can be passed down."
Zhang Heng added: "If you want to write, just write it all in. The twelve eminent monks of Fatai Temple are all outstanding and worthy of admiration."
No. 1 Mao didn't object, he raised his telescope and continued to look.
After watching for a while, he exclaimed: "Heizong is taking action!"
Zhang Heng also quickly picked up the telescope.
When I saw it, I saw a tall zombie grabbing two thin zombies and biting their necks hard.
Along with the twitching of their bodies, the two zombies quickly stopped struggling and fell down weakly.
"Good versus evil, fighting for life!"
Zhang Heng sighed and praised: "Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"
"What a pity!" First Mao put down the telescope and whispered: "It would be better if they waited for us. With this little means, why go in and die?"
Zhang Heng shook his head: "Go back to sleep. My troops will arrive tomorrow and I will avenge you masters."
"It can only be this way."
The first one looked regretful.
Because it was midnight, they couldn't do much.
The second day.
Early in the morning, accompanied by the roar of trucks, Zhang Jinzhong led the artillery regiment of the First Division and arrived.
Forty-eight infantry guns were towed by trucks, with a Maxim mounted on the front of the truck, which looked intimidating.
"Commander!"
Zhang Jinzhong took two steps forward, making a standard army salute.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Zhang Heng handed over a telescope and ordered to Zhang Jinzhong: "Have you seen the small town in front of you?"
"I saw it."
Zhang Jinzhong nodded.
Zhang Heng said in a deep voice: "Your mission is very simple. Let the cannon blast me hard. I want to level this town without leaving a single intact house. Is there any problem?"
No!
Zhang Jinzhong is an activist.
After getting Zhang Heng's permission, he immediately urged the soldiers to unload the cannons and began to build artillery positions on the spot.
Boom boom boom!!
Half an hour later, the artillery regiment began bombing wildly.
Zhang Heng stood on the top of the mountain and looked through the telescope.
I saw rounds of artillery shells being fired into the town, and soon the buildings inside were severely damaged.
Two hours later, the gunfire stopped.
Looking up, there are only broken eaves and broken walls left in Tengteng Town, and not a single complete building is gone.
Of course, at this level, it is still impossible to eliminate all zombies.
There will definitely be some zombies still hiding in the broken eaves and broken walls, and the rest will need to be cleared by infantry.
buzz buzz
Military vehicles were filled with soldiers.
Arriving outside Tengteng Town, Zhang Heng gathered his troops and ordered: "In platoon units, start a carpet search to find the zombies hiding under the broken eaves and broken walls, and then use hook locks to lift up the ruins and expose them to the
Under the sun, do you understand?"
"Yes, Marshal."
The soldiers raised their arms and shouted.
"Go ahead."
Zhang Heng waved his hand: "Operation codename, Search and Annihilate!"
Tap tap tap
The soldiers were dispatched one after another.
They took a special hook pole, which was made of three-meter-long bamboo with a chain and hook tied to the other end, and began to turn over the ruins.
"There's movement here!"
Soon, a platoon of soldiers made a discovery.
You should know that most houses during the Republic of China were made of wood and were not heavy.
The soldiers swarmed forward, holding hooks and poles in their hands, and quickly opened up the collapsed beams and found the zombies trapped underneath.
"I see it, I see it!"
A soldier shouted excitedly.
In the next second, five or six hook rods reached in, and the hooks hooked directly on the zombie, pulling it out from under the rubble.
call!
As soon as the pulled out zombie saw the sun, it immediately began to spontaneously combust.
Seeing the zombies dying like fireballs, the soldiers were not afraid, but shouted excitedly: "We have killed the zombies, we have killed the zombies!"
Encouraged by this, everyone became more energetic.
"one two three!"
Several soldiers used their strength to pull out a coffin from under a rubble.
"Commander, the coffin cannot be opened!"
The soldier lifted it hard and couldn't help but ask Zhang Heng for help.
"Stupid, why did you open it and blow it up?"
Zhang Heng raised his hand and hit the soldier on the head.
"Yes, handsome!"
The soldiers lifted the coffin and stuffed an explosive pack underneath.
boom!!
The coffin was blown to pieces, and Heizong inside was killed without any resistance.
"Bring Maxim!"
Another coffin.
Zhang Heng directly lifted up Maxim, and the palm-sized bullets were fired at the coffin like raindrops.
As the muscles on his face trembled, the coffin was instantly shattered, and the zombies hidden inside were also beaten to pieces.
"Commander, there is a half-collapsed house here, and there is a zombie in the house."
A soldier ran up to him arrogantly: "It seems to be very scared!"
Zhang Heng took someone over to take a look.
A thin zombie was hiding in the shadows, jumping back without waiting, but there were already broken eaves and broken walls behind it, so where could it jump to?
"Commander, let me do it!"
A fire-breathing soldier said eagerly.
"Okay, I'll leave it to you."
Zhang Heng didn't care either.
"Thank you, Marshal!"
The flamethrower took two steps forward, and instantly shot out a tongue of flame from the flamethrower in his hand.
The zombie was burned by the flames and turned into a torch, and was soon burned alive inside.
"Cruel, really cruel!"
Looking at the zombies that were being hooked out of the broken eaves and broken walls like grasshoppers, No. 1 Mao was a little discouraged: "There are cannons again, explosive charges again, Maxims again, and flamethrowers again. I'm just watching."
Come out, there is no need for Taoist priests in this era."
In ancient times, the use of gunpowder was not yet developed, and an ordinary white zombie could cause unrest in a county.
But now, among other things, there is a unit called fire breathers. Who is more afraid of them or zombies?
A tongue of fire shoots out for thirty to fifty meters and will not be extinguished when it encounters water.
Thirty fire-breathing soldiers lined up in two rows and advanced steadily. It's hard to say that flying zombies can fly into the sky and escape from the ground. But as for white zombies and black zombies and purple zombies, how many can withstand these thirty attacks, one or two
Burning at temperatures of thousands of degrees.
"Zombies actually sound scary, but in terms of threat, they are actually far inferior to ghosts."
"Ghosts can hide and appear, can pass through walls, and can turn into wind. But they can't do anything when encountering their artillery shells and machine guns. It's hard to say how useful even these fire-breathing soldiers can be."
Zhang Heng comforted No. 1 Mao: "Whether it's Taoism or guns, they all have their own strengths and weaknesses. It can't be useless. It depends on how you use it. Like me, I have to use both hands to grab it. Both hands have to be strong. This
Isn’t it just that we are in an invincible position?”
"Commander!"
Just as he was talking, a soldier came to report: "We have found the cassock you asked us to find in the ruins ahead."
"very good."
Zhang Heng warned: "Put away the cassocks and send them to Fatai Temple together with the remains of several masters."
"Yes, Marshal."
The soldiers took the order and left.
Looking at his back, Yi Mao said with some sigh: "What do you think if those monks knew that the people they want to protect do not need their protection?"
Zhang Heng thought for a while and replied: "Under the wave of the new era, there is no ship to carry us."
The first Mao said to himself: "If there is no change, maybe our generation will be the last glory of Maoshan?"
Zhang Heng nodded: "Absolutely."
After speaking, he smiled and said: "This is the wave of the times. It cannot be changed by humans. We must learn to adapt."