One hundred exorcism masters are one hundred death squads.
Under the leadership of Deng Bochuan, they will raid the Ten Thousand Demons Pit Camp and use the power of Tiannuo Mask to suppress most of the evil spirits.
I have to say that this is a very crazy decision, and it is also a decision with almost zero success rate.
But Deng Bochuan chose this path without hesitation.
Not only because he won't live long, but also because Tiannuo Mask may be Middle-earth's last chance.
Zhang Wuren said in a low voice: "The two sides have a truce for a day. Now that China is sending troops to rob the camp, it will definitely anger the Ancestor of the Corpse. After you go, we will prepare everything that may happen."
Deng Bochuan laughed and said: "In the battle of life and death, he will truce when he says truce? Today I just won't listen to him!"
Speaking of this, Deng Bochuan suddenly looked serious and said seriously: "After I leave, Di Ming will definitely wake up at dawn. All decisions must be made by him."
"Also, I am actually going to die this time! After I die, Tiannuo Mask will definitely lose control! But don't worry about it! Just keep your position safely!"
"The Ancestor of the Corpse is a man of great talent and powerful means, and he will definitely solve the problem of Tiannuo Mask. So you don't have to worry about this!"
Zhang Sanling said softly: "Old Deng..."
Deng Bochuan waved his hand and said: "I know what you want to say, but this is the last thing I can do for Middle-earth. If it works well, the casualties caused by me and the one hundred death squads will be more than one hundred thousand."
There are even more exorcist soldiers!”
"Someone has to do this!"
Zhang Sanling stopped talking. Deng Bochuan was right. If he really wanted to die, this might be the best outcome.
Suddenly someone said loudly: "In that case! Then I wish Commander Deng Bochuan a great victory! Kill the powerful enemy!"
When everyone looked, they saw He Weidao with a solemn expression, his hands clasped in fists, raised above his forehead, and he bowed to Deng Bochuan to express respect.
Beside him, Zhang Wuren, He Zhonghua, Zhang Guishi, Zhou Dingguo, as well as exorcists and flag commanders they knew and didn't know, all bowed to Deng Bochuan and shouted: "I wish Commander Deng Bochuan a great victory! Kill him!"
Strong enemy!"
Deng Bochuan laughed loudly and shouted: "This battle will last until the death!"
Holding a sword in hand, he walked out of the temporary command post without hesitation.
Outside the temporary command post, hundreds of exorcism masters from five legions were standing together neatly, holding sabers and staring at Deng Bochuan with bright eyes.
These people cannot be said to be the most powerful top masters in the exorcism army, but they are definitely the bravest and fearless heroes in killing enemies!
They are all strong men who are proficient in the art of shrinking the ground into an inch, and they are also strong men trained by the Special Cases Division.
Deng Bochuan glanced over and saw that in the wind and snow, everyone had resolute faces and bright eyes. They knew they were a death squad, but no one showed fear in their eyes.
Years of life and death battles have already made them accustomed to seeing death.
"Guan Kai! Bu Ku! Get out of the queue!"
In the death squad, two men in combat uniforms said loudly: "Yes!"
The two of them took a step forward, their bodies as straight as javelins.
Deng Bochuan shouted: "Who asked you to come!"
Guan Kai, Bu Ku's face did not change color, and he said loudly: "Report! The death squads are not limited to military ranks! There are no restrictions on positions! As long as they are strong enough, anyone can come!"
Deng Bochuan nodded slightly: "Okay! Now that you are here, don't regret it! I can tell you that the chance of death in this battle is more than 90%!"
Ninety percent, that is to say, there may be only ten, or even none, of the suicide squad members present.
If Deng Bochuan said such words during an ordinary mission, it would definitely shake the morale of the military. But after the suicide squad members in front of them heard it, their bodies did not even sway, and their eyes remained bright and unwavering.
Deng Bochuan sounded slightly pleased and said: "Guan Kai! You bring a group of thirty people!"
"Buku, you bring a group of thirty people!"
"The rest of you are following me! This time, let us turn the Ten Thousand Demon Pit upside down!"
The sky was full of wind and snow, and a hundred heroes who knew they were going to die let out a low roar like a lion. The next second, they saw the silhouette of a person flickering and disappearing in an instant.
They used the Shrinking Technique and followed Deng Bochuan.
I sighed and bowed far away to the place where Deng Bochuan left. This is my highest respect for Deng Bochuan and his one hundred death squads.
In the battle of life and death, they are the real heroes.
Zhang Guixi said softly: "With the sudden attack, the Ten Thousand Demons Pit will definitely become a mess. Everyone, if under such circumstances, 30,000 exorcist soldiers are sent to attack, will there be any unexpected effects?"
Zhang Wuren shook his head: "The Tiannuo mask does not distinguish between friends and foes. This is why senior Deng Bochuan brought the death squad there. He is avoiding the damage caused by the Tiannuo mask to us."
Zhang Guixi stopped talking. He looked at the flames that suddenly rose in the distance and said softly: "It's really chaotic tonight."
At the junction of the Ten Thousand Demons Pit and the Middle-earth Front, Chen Wuye had already caught up with the defecting Abyss Old Man. The two sides were fighting in darkness, and flames suddenly broke out.
The Yinfeng troops in the Ten Thousand Demons Pit tried to bring the old man back from the abyss over and over again, but Chen Wuye viciously killed him every time.
The special combat battalion and the Yinfeng troops fought for more than ten minutes. Both sides were piled with corpses, and then they retreated one after another. The abyss old men desperately wanted to run into the realm controlled by the Ten Thousand Demons Pit, but were stopped by Chen Wuye with a grin.
There are now more than thirty of the hundreds of abyss old men left. Each of them looks frightened and trembling, with a look of despair on their faces.
If they simply defected, there might be a glimmer of hope. After all, no one wants to follow the destruction of Middle-earth.
But before they defected, they killed a deputy flag commander and three hundred exorcist soldiers. This brought the road to a dead end.
Chen Wuye would not let them go.
At the same time, His Majesty the God Emperor and Great Scientist Miley were tilting their heads and looking at Prince Chic and Black Scientist Babis. It could be seen that both sides had already fought, but there was no winner.
The new generation and the older generation of Western leaders clashed before the decisive battle in China.
Deng Bochuan was roaring, the exorcist soldiers were roaring, and the strange roar of the demons spread throughout the world. Truce, truce, there must be a final battle after all.
Zhang Wuren, He Zhonghua and I stood on the wilderness. Wherever we looked, we saw black clouds in the sky dispersing and gathering again, gathering and dispersing again.
The fire after the war has not been extinguished. Sometimes it stretches for hundreds of meters, sometimes it bursts out with brilliant light, but then gradually extinguishes.
The war on the opposite hill had already begun. One hundred death squads were divided into three teams and sneaked in silently. Relying on their excellent mobility, they clashed left and right in the Ten Thousand Demons Pit.
These are all masters who are proficient in the art of shrinking the ground into an inch. Each of them can stand alone and fight one against a hundred. Under the leadership of Deng Bochuan, it is reasonable to achieve great results with mental arithmetic but no intention.
But I know that no matter how brave Deng Bochuan and others are now, they will still die on the battlefield.
Hundreds of people rushing into battle may sound nice, but no one knows how high the success rate is.
I asked softly: "Boss, what should we do now?"
Zhang Wuren stared at the opposite side intently. Because of the distance, we could only see the firelight coming from the hilltop opposite and the shadowy ghost figures.
After a while, Zhang Wuren said softly: "Wait!"
He Zhonghua asked: "How long to wait?"
Zhang Wuren said: "Wait for the transformation of Emperor Ming."
He Zhonghua and I were both a little stunned when these words were said. Didn't Di Ming lose the battle? What else has changed?
Could it be that the one who Lao Zhang thought could finally suppress the Ancestor of the Corpse and drive him to the Nine Netherlands was Commander Di Ming?
He Zhonghua frowned slightly and said: "The national movement is turbulent and the Central Plains is restless. The strength of Commander Di Ming is limited by the national movement. Even if he wakes up, he may not be the opponent of the Ancestor of the Corpse."
"Old Zhang, if you ask me, it would be more cost-effective for us to gather experts and introduce his three souls and seven souls into the Nine Netherlands!"
Zhang Wuren shook his head: "The four of us working together are no match for the Ancestor of Corpses, and neither can Mr. Chonghua!"
"But Di Ming has a chance. To deal with the ancestor of corpses, Di Ming must be the main one! We are here to help!"
I quickly reacted and said: "Because of the national destiny?"
Zhang Wuren nodded: "The battle for the fate of the country represents the fate of life and death! In the first battle of life and death, the Ancestor of the Corpse and Fuxi fought and were defeated."
"In the second battle of life and death, the Ancestor of Corpse and Emperor Shun Yao Chonghua were equally matched, and both sides suffered losses."
"Whether it is Human King Fuxi or Emperor Shun Yao Chonghua, they actually represent the fate of the country in China. Now, it is Di Ming's turn. In this battle, if you want to completely suppress the ancestor of the corpse, you can only rely on Di Ming!"
He Zhonghua and I suddenly realized. In fact, everyone knows a lot about the legends about the fate of the country. The emperor's inscription adheres to the fate of the country in China. Now in the battle of life and death, the West has fallen. It can be said that China also represents the fate of all living people.
The victory or defeat of the two people is actually related to the rise and fall of an era.
Only if Di Ming is completely defeated, or if Di Ming is completely victorious, can this war truly end.
That’s why Zhang Wuren said that the only way to win against the Ancestor of Corpses is Di Ming!
Apart from him, even if the four of us join forces, it won't work, even if Mr. Chonghua is there to help! This is a battle for the destiny of the country, not a battle between two people!
He Zhonghua and I stopped talking, but both of us clenched the weapons in our hands.
No matter what, the decisive battle will probably take place at dawn. If Di Ming doesn't wake up by then, I'm afraid China's national destiny will really come to an end.
We watched the flames on the opposite side gradually spread, and suddenly someone behind us said in a deep voice: "If China wins, what should we do with the country of ghosts?"
I turned around and saw Zheng Kexiu, the leader of the Kingdom of Ghosts, already standing beside us, staring at Zhang Wuren with bright eyes.