This Martial Saint's Health Bar is Too Thick! Chapter 1166: 34: King of the West Pole, Gun King of the Nor

Chapter 1166: Chapter 34: King of the West Pole, Gun King of the Northern Territory (Part 2)

Qin Zihong and the Buddhists indeed chose a good ti.

Because of the late Emperor’s passing, and the mourning period observed for him, the new ruler’s coronation ceremony has not been held yet.

Qin Ziheng plans to hold the coronation ceremony on January 1st of the following year, the first day of Yuanxing First Year.

As a result, Qin Zihong and the Buddhists also chose this day to establish the Buddha Country.

Li Fei can imagine how furious the Emperor would be upon learning this news!

He sighed and summoned Xuan Chen, Zhou Xuanwo, Bai ng, and Forbidden Army Commander Han Mu.

These four are the highest-ranking mbers of the Northern Expedition Army, other than himself, the Northern Expedition General.

“Everyone.”

Li Fei’s gaze swept across the four present:

“I have a plan…”

…

The deafening gunfire screeched through the jungle.

Rotting leaves were smashed by large feet wrapped in animal skins, bronze silhouettes tore through the rain curtain like ferocious wolves, charging at the rifle-wielding soldier.

This soldier is a seasoned warrior, calmly raising the Tiger Rifle in his hands, aiming, and pulling the trigger.

Clack!

The bullet jamd.

“Damn it!”

The soldier hurriedly reached for the revolver at his waist, while the Northern Barbarian warrior charging toward him was less than ten ters away.

The rock python tattoo on the Northern Barbarian warrior’s forehead glowed with a bloody light, and the poison-tipped blade sliced through the soldier’s gun-holding hand first.

With a tragic scream, a hand, along with the revolver, flew into the air, and then the blade pierced the soldier’s heart!

At the sa ti, another border army soldier’s combat knife also stabbed into the chest of a Northern Barbarian warrior.

But this Northern Barbarian warrior, wearing a necklace of white teeth, gripped the blade with one hand, muscular fibers at the wound frantically writhing, clamping the combat knife tightly, while the other hand swung a large knife at his opponent!

Bang!

In the nick of ti, gunfire roared from ten ters away, a border army soldier completed the shot with precision, the 65mm caliber lead bullet accurately hitting the Northern Barbarian warrior’s temple.

With the fall of this Northern Barbarian warrior, amidst the rotten air, the hum of bowstrings resounded, several arrows streaked through the rain, pinning the soldier in the process of pulling the rifle bolt into a convulsing porcupine…

Heavy rain, jungle, and lee.

More than fifty Northern Border Army soldiers were battling fiercely with over a hundred Northern Barbarian warriors!

This is behind the Northern Border Defense Line, near a forest next to a town in the Beichuan Province.

With the Northern Barbarian army invading, Prince Cheng, the Northern Governor Qin Shixian, abandoned the three occupied Northern Barbarian territories, shrinking forces to defend.

These three territories do not have high walls or arrays to rely on. Faced with absolute disadvantage in numbers, Qin Shixian’s choice was swift.

But even so, confronting the Northern Barbarian’s million-strong army with a force of a hundred thousand Northern Border Army soldiers, defending five major cities and twenty-one military towns, maintaining a solid six-hundred-mile Northern Border Defense Line is impossible.

In fact, the Great Lan Dynasty’s national power can afford more border troops.

However, firstly, after the Mingxin Reformation, border army weapons were upgraded, leading to a large-scale reduction of border troops.

Secondly, the court has been heavily investing resources into the Imperial Camp Army.

Compared to raising a million-strong army, supporting a Ten Thousand Level Imperial Camp Army is more cost-effective.

If the Green Frost Army were still in the north, Qin Shixian wouldn’t even need to choose defense; even facing a million troops, he could divide forces and actively strike everywhere!

But without the Green Frost Army, the Northern Border Army can only garrison and choose to staunchly defend.

Under these circumstances, the Northern Border Defense Line inevitably has “gaps,” with many military towns already breached, the Northern Barbarian Army infiltrating in scattered form through the defense line into the rear!

In response, Qin Shixian has dispatched multiple elite teams to “hunt” Northern Barbarian stragglers within Beichuan Province.

Presently, the dozens of Northern Border Army soldiers in this forest are one such “hunter team.”

However, on the battlefield, the roles of hunter and prey are constantly changing.

A complex terrain, combined with a sudden downpour, dramatically reduces this hunter team’s weapon advantage.

“Prepare for hand-to-hand combat!”

Lan Yu wiped the rain from his face, shouting loudly.

He is the captain of this hunter team, and also a Martial Artist at the Body Breaking Stage.

Hunter teams selected from the border army are elite; although not all mbers are martial artists, the leader must at least be a Refining Strength Martial Master at the Qi Change Middle Stage.

Lan Yu, with cultivation rely at the Body Breaking Stage, being able to lead a hunter team naturally has his unique qualities.

On his back, he carries two Tiger Rifles crossed, and also a large knife.

In each hand, he wields a Beretta Pistol.

This pistol was produced by Deni Country of the West Continent five years ago, surpassing the commonly used revolvers in the army in precision, stability, firing rate, and ammunition capacity.

In this rainy weather, the hunting team soldiers’ rifles and revolvers had a soaring malfunction rate.

However, the Beretta pistols in Lan Yu’s hands would not fail.

He ordered everyone to prepare for hand-to-hand combat but showed no intention of abandoning his guns.

He kept running through the rain while firing both pistols simultaneously.

The gunshots continuously echoed, with almost every bullet killing an enemy!

The dense forest, torrential rain, dim light—none of these caused any hindrance to Lan Yu.

His eyes emitted a faint glow, cold and sharp like a falcon hunting prey in the dark night.

Thirty steps away, a tall Northern Barbarian warrior was about to cleave a soldier in half with an axe when a 44mm caliber bullet accurately drilled into the bone seam at the back of his neck.

Amidst the crisp sound of cervical vertebrae shattering, Lan Yu slightly raised the muzzle of his left pistol, and the second bullet pierced through the branches, blasting the throat of an archer at the back into a mist of blood…