Chapter 277 Chapter 276 There Are No Nuns in Our Temple

Zhao Chuanxin was able to create a passage. He mustered up his courage, pulled a corpse from the ground and threw it forward.

Being able to knock down two people and block a bayonet can be regarded as exerting the last remaining value of the body.

At the same time, Park Seung-yeol and others are also making continuous progress.

The two sides finally met.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "Quick, block me for two minutes, just two minutes, I will make these idiots pay the price!"

The God of War team, which was already at the end of its strength, suddenly gained some strength out of thin air out of its trust in Zhao Chuanxin.

They were almost unable to hold on any longer, so the Japanese soldiers pushed back like a chicken.

Zhao Chuanxin was able to fight his way out of the siege with one enemy against a hundred. They had companions beside them, so why couldn't they resist for a moment?

Zhao Chuanxian's Madsen no longer has the prepared magazine available.

But Maxim still had the last canvas bomb chain left.

Zhao Chuanxin set up Maxim and installed the bullet chain.

He yelled: "Get out of my way, I'm going to start fucking showing off."

When the God of War team got out of the way and retreated, Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "I will kill you for drafting it..."

Tata Tata...

The caliber of the 7.92 Mauser bullet of the Maxim MG08 heavy machine gun is still small.

But the 70-pound tripod that others are dissatisfied with is Zhao Chuanxin's favorite.

Because others can’t carry it, but it’s very stable.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the enemy's body in front of him.

But not completely broken.

This made him very dissatisfied.

He made up his mind to develop a heavy weapon like the Browning M2HB that fired 12.7-caliber ammunition.

Li Xiuji got up from a Japanese soldier, who had been pinched so hard that his eyes were bulging, his tongue was hanging out, and his death was extremely unsettling.

Then, he saw Maxim spitting out tongues of fire, and saw the Japanese soldiers in front running desperately, but they couldn't outrun the bullets and fell in pieces.

This reminded him of the days when he was harvesting rice. If rice harvesting could be done with such efficiency, farmers would laugh out of their dreams.

Many Japanese soldiers discovered that they would never be able to escape bullets if they kept running on the road.

So he began to escape up and down the hillside.

As long as he gets into the forest, there will be many blind spots that cannot be reached within the shooting range of Zhao Chuanxin's position.

The 250-round canvas belt was surprisingly not jammed and was completely shot.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly put away Maxim, and in his hand was a heavy rifle that was unlike any other model.

It turned out that the Japanese army's Sanyi field gun was equipped with bulletproof plates, and there were Japanese soldiers hiding behind it, who seemed to want to operate the field gun.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired, and the heads of the Japanese soldiers who were moving the shells scattered, and they were more gorgeous than the cherry blossoms in Nanshan.

Li Xiuji was shocked. What kind of gun was this? A single bullet was more powerful than a heavy machine gun!

Zhao Chuanxin fired several shots in succession, and he cleared all the Japanese troops around the Sanyi field gun.

Then he sat down on the ground.

He was panting heavily, his chest heaving, and he was sweating like liquid, mixed with rain.

Park Shengyeol saw that he was covered in blood, like a bloody gourd, and quickly asked: "Mr. Zhao, are you okay?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the injuries on his shoulders, arms, thighs and calves, grinned and said, "I'm okay, I can still bear it."

A member of the God of War team said with admiration: "Mr. Zhao, you just flew up and scared the little devil out of his courage."

That's what morale is.

Zhao Chuanxin was in front of the bloody formation, and others were able to charge fearlessly.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't reply to the flattery. After he had regained his breath, he got up from the ground and said, "Don't rest anymore. Try harder and push those cannons outside the Lotus Temple. Search for the weapons and ammunition of the little Japs. I guess they will also We don’t have many bullets left.”

Zhao Chuanxin installed two mountain cannons and transported them up first.

Help them transport all the cannons to Lotus Temple and set up the formation first.

The rain gradually subsided, and Zhao Chuanxin was exhausted physically and mentally: "Leave the light and dark whistle behind, let's go back and continue sleeping."

The enemy is also made of flesh and blood. Zhao Chuanxin does not believe that the Japanese army can continue to attack the mountain tonight.

Entering the temple gate, there were several monks at the door, looking at him in horror.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Lantian: "Go and get me a bucket of well water."

Several monks pretended to help and dispersed in a hurry.

Even though they seemed to be very active, when they came back, Lan Tian was the only one struggling to carry water.

Zhao Chuanxin took it. The large wooden bucket was almost like a delicate teapot in his hand.

He rinsed his head and washed away all the blood and injured areas.

"Lantian, go and call the most beautiful nun in your temple."

"..." Lan Tian was confused: "Donor, there are no nuns in our temple."

He saw numerous large and small wounds on Zhao Chuanxin's body, and thought that it was like this, and he was still thinking about the incident on the third road.

That's good enough.

Zhao Chuanxin was quite dissatisfied: "There are not even any nuns in the huge Lotus Temple, so what kind of temple do you guys want to open? Go and find me a clever monk."

Lantian couldn't help but think about it: What do you need to do with ingenuity?

Zhao Chuanxin saw him standing still and glared at him.

Lan Tian hurriedly called for someone.

Zhao Chuanxin returned to Qinglong Palace, took out various needles, threads and medicines from the secret realm and piled them on the ground.

In this battle, not only a large number of Japanese soldiers died, but the Ares Squadron also suffered heavy casualties.

In order to recuperate his energy, Zhao Chuanxin only asked people to collect the injured, leaving his own bodies outside for the time being, and then collect them after enough rest.

Zhao Chuanxin took off all his clothes and counted them carefully. He could see more than twenty wounds in the front alone.

There are more places where there are bruises and bruises.

Li Xiuji gasped when he saw his wounds: "Mr. Zhao, why don't your wounds bleed?"

This is everyone's question.

Ordinary people would probably bleed to death with so many injuries.

Especially on the legs, there was a gaping hole, turning like a baby's mouth, which was unbearable to look at.

Zhao Chuanxin is a true warrior, who dares to face the dripping blood of others and face the bleak lives of others.

But he didn’t dare to look down at his wounds…

He grinned and spoke to divert attention: "I used my innate Qi to change the direction of blood circulation. You know, the realm of a cultivator ranges from the Qi Refining Stage, the Foundation Building Stage, the Golden Pill Stage, and the Nascent Soul Stage. The stages of transformation, integration, tribulation, and Mahayana are arranged in this way. As for me, I have reached the Mahayana stage and can ascend at any time. It is all my fault that those gold, silver, jewelry, and red and pink skulls delayed me and confused my mind. "

Everyone was stunned when he said he had a nose and eyes. Is this true?

But there was indeed no blood flowing from the wounds on Zhao Chuanxin's body.

A person whose stomach was almost opened felt as if he was listening to the sounds of nature: "Mr. Zhao, can you use your innate power to heal my wounds? I am almost dying of pain."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "I can't do it. I just don't bleed, but I also feel pain. Who can not feel pain in a flesh and blood body?"

"..."

Now that we have reached the Mahayana stage, does it turn out that there will be pain?

Lan Tian came over with a man wearing a monk's robe and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Donor Zhao, the only one with dexterity and dexterity in Lotus Temple is here."

"Oh, very good." Zhao Chuanxin took the needle and thread, alcohol and wound medicine, looked up and said happily: "You still don't admit that you have nuns in Lotus Temple, isn't that right? She's pretty damn handsome! Lan Tian I'm not telling you that you're being a prude today."

It turned out that there was a person standing in front of him, with medium hair, maybe because he fell asleep, his hair was loose. She has a beautiful face, red lips and white teeth, and eyes as bright as stars.

The flowers are charming and the wind is blowing, and the Qinglong Palace is warm.

Just as Lan Tian was about to speak, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Ah, okay, okay, no need to explain. I've known for a long time that none of you monks are good. If you stay here, get out of here."

Lantian hesitated to speak, but finally left.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly added: "Lantian, where did that bitch Xinzhi go? Did I let him go back to sleep? I told him to roll against the wall and stand for a long time. Did he not want his legs anymore?"

Lan Tian walked faster.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the beauty and saw that she was biting her red lips, her eyes were evasive and she did not dare to look directly at him.

So he leaned back carelessly: "What, you still have to wait for me to give you an invitation? Hurry up and get a needle and thread to sew up my wound."

No bleeding means no bleeding, but suturing the wound will help it heal.

Seeing that his fingers were white and slender, and his face was a little frightened when holding needle and thread, Zhao Chuanxin said: "Hey, disinfect me with alcohol first, you are clumsy."

When the alcohol was sprinkled on the wound, Zhao Chuanxin's howling like a pig was heard in the Qinglong Palace: "Mugwort, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

Everyone looked at the famous "God of War" with astonishment on their faces. The entire Qinglong Palace was full of heroes gritting their teeth, but this one was howling at the top of his lungs without any concern for his image.

Zhao Chuanxin never paid attention to the looks of others: "Ah, please be gentle, didn't you see that there is a piece of meat missing?"

"Bitch, why are you trembling? If you shiver again, I'll chop your hands off!"

"Mom..."

Heartbreaking, my heart is desolate...

Xinzhi, who came in a hurry to continue being punished, was confused by the screams and felt the veins in his temples throbbing violently.

It was finally over.

That Minnie was already sweating profusely, and her delicate face had a paler complexion.

Park Shengyeol laughed awkwardly: "Mr. Zhao, he is really a man of temperament..."

Li Xiuji next to him rolled his eyes and said to himself, "Don't wash it. Isn't it because you are afraid of pain?"

Zhao Chuanxin said to Nameni: "What are you looking at? Don't think you are a woman. If you look more beautiful, I won't whip you! A woman's family, staying in a group of monks, and her body is so enchanting, Bu San No, this is really unreasonable. Let me check..."

As he spoke, he put his hands on his hips.

Pretty damn good.

Just listen, Nameni said: "I, I am a man..."

Everyone's expressions were petrified.

Then he looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin said angrily: "You are a fucking big man, how can you pretend to be a woman with disheveled hair? If you dare to twist your butt while walking, I will kick you to death. Get out of here!"

Xinzhi in the corner explained in a flattering manner: "Mr. Zhao, Ning'an is a layman of Lianhua Temple..."

But Zhao Chuanxin was already lying down and snoring.

Over there, Park Shenglie glanced at Ning An, who was leaving in a hurry, and muttered in a low voice: "A man, actually..."

Li Xiuji felt a little tired: "What did you say?"

"Well, I didn't say anything, just go to sleep."

The night has always been long when there is something to do, and short when there is nothing to do.

Early next day,

The monks did not start classes.

A monk came to the gate cautiously and discussed with the members of the God of War team with a shy smile: "Donor, Zen Master Changshun asked me to go out to see the situation outside. Please make it convenient. By the way, we are already prepared. The fasting meal will be served soon."

"Oh, then go out, don't run around, go back quickly."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The monk walked out of the gate.

Seeing several menacing cannons, he curiously stretched out his fingers to flick them, and a cold and hollow echo echoed in the barrels.

He walked along the road down the mountain. The rain had completely stopped and the mountain road was a little muddy. He stepped on the gravel to prevent the monk's shoes from getting wet.

Wild growing vegetation with dew hanging on it.

There was a strange smell mixed in the air, and the smell became stronger the further down you went.

The monk frowned and continued downward.

The fog in the mountains is very thick, blending with the clouds in the sky.

Normally, this would add a bit of ethereal charm to the Lotus Temple, but today it made the monk feel very eerie.

He plunged into the fog.

For a moment, when he emerged from the cloud and mist, he was stunned.

Ahead, there were layers upon layers of corpses.

The distribution of the corpses is quite interesting. It is quite regular in the middle part, diverging from a central point to all directions.

It looks like a lotus pattern, reflecting the name "Lotus Temple".

There was some chaos on both sides, with corpses stacked up and down.

Even the rain could not dissipate the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood in the air.

The monk held on to the small tree beside the road: "Ugh..."

There were broken arms and limbs everywhere, and some inexplicable human parts hanging on the branches, which had been torn apart by heavy machine guns.

Vomiting, the monk weakly straightened up while holding on to the tree.

He staggered, ignoring the mud under his feet. After returning to the monastery, he found Zen Master Changshun and reported to the old monk: "Master, the outside world is like a hell on earth, it's so terrible..."

The old monk's eyebrows turned white, and his cheeks trembled twice when he heard this: "Is it the corpse of a Japanese soldier?"

"There are Japanese soldiers and the Ares Squadron. The battle last night was fierce. Judging from the situation outside, the Ares Squadron should have the upper hand."

"Hey, the land of transformation is supposed to be compassionate and peaceful, but it has attracted an evil star. Right and wrong, killing is all due to the secular world. I don't know if the Buddha can save this evil star."

"Master, I guess the Buddha couldn't save him. I heard that he and the Buddha talked about being brothers."

The old monk Changshun coughed and choked himself: "Don't talk nonsense, go and gather the monks."

"Master, do you want the eighteen-stick monk to drive away evil stars?"

He had heard the story of the Eighteen-stick Monk from the Central Plains who rescued the King of Qin.

The old monk Changshun gave him a kind look: "It's not about driving away the evil star, it's about the eighteen-stick monk wiping the evil star's butt. Hurry up and gather the monks to collect the corpse."

"..."

…

Zhao Chuanxin had a nightmare.

He dreamed that he was besieged by 100,000 Japanese troops.

He hid in the bunker with a stone wall more than 3 feet thick and fired with a heavy machine gun.

The Japanese artillery fire exploded above the fort with precise accuracy.

The Japanese looked ferocious and rushed forward desperately.

The water in Maxim's water-cooling warehouse has been boiled dry, but the Japanese soldiers are not yet dead.

They used bombs and artillery to continuously bombard the fortress, causing the rocks of the fortress to peel off layer by layer, and the fragments of the cannonballs got stuck in the rocks.

Zhao Chuanxin was anxious, but he was helpless.

After running out of bullets, he could only wait for death in the fortress.

The last stone wall was shattered and he was blown away...

Zhao Chuanxin: "Ah..."

A sudden awakening.

Cold sweat soaked the mattress.

That feeling of despair still lingered in my mind for a long time until I woke up.

Li Xiuji was startled by Zhao Chuanxin's roar: "Mr. Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Chuanxin wiped the cold sweat on his face: "Nothing, nothing. I dreamed that I was chased by tens of thousands of beautiful women, crying and shouting to marry me. Sometimes, it is not a good thing for a man to be too handsome."

"..."

After experiencing the kind of bloody grinding battle last night, Li Xiuji seemed to have opened up the two channels of Ren and Du, and some of his unruly thoughts became clearer.

Facing the brutal Japanese army again, he will not back down.

Zhao Chuanxin's whole body ached and his wounds were itchy.

He sat up with difficulty, and Lan Tian brought a cup of scalding hot tea with discernment: "Mr. Zhao, drink some water, your lips are chapped."

Zhao Chuanxin touched his lips and then his forehead. He seemed to have a fever.

But these are normal symptoms after injury.

He took a few sips and was distracted while holding the tea cup.

It had been smooth sailing for a long time, but the experience of running out of ammunition and food after being surrounded last night gave Zhao Chuanxin a sense of urgency for the first time.

He thought for a long time.

1: Combat literacy still needs to be improved, otherwise the name of the God of War will not be preserved.

Two: Find someone to fill more magazines and prepare more ammunition chains.

Three: Find more dangerous places, or fight in deep seas and rivers, so that you can escape at any time.

Four: The mage should have more life-saving means.

Five: Your own weapons and equipment cannot follow the trend. They must undergo epoch-making upgrades, and this upgrade must be kept secret.

Thinking of upgrading weapons, Zhao Chuanxin also thought of some of his industries in the United States.

Although he boasted about being engaged in weapons manufacturing before, in fact, he just said hello to many things. The British butler Freddy was afraid of that piece of shit, and he didn't know if he had done things according to his instructions.

USA,

Freddie Fearvitt endured more than a butler should have to endure.

He was entangled in documents all day long at Eason Manor in the small town of North Tarrytown in Westchester County, New York.

Some of Zhao Chuanxian's stocks and real estate properties have to make profit and loss statistics from time to time.

Freddy Fearvitt also wanted to find a weapons company that was on the verge of bankruptcy. He had no clue for months. Either the size and equipment are not suitable, or the location is not suitable.

Furthermore, he had just hit a wall with firearms designer John Moses Browning.

The old guy has made amazing achievements in the field of firearms design, and his temper has grown with him, and he is very eccentric.

When Freddie Pawwett relayed Zhao Chuanxin's design intentions to John Moses Browning, the old guy very unceremoniously accused him of being a layman's guide to an expert, saying that those guns sounded unreliable and impractical. Even if they are made, they are delicate toys. If the environment is slightly harsh, soldiers will not be able to use these weapons reliably.

His most important requirements for firearm design are safety, reliability, simple structure, and strong practicality... because only such firearms can be popularized and will not hit the streets.

For example, the original pump-action shotgun was first researched by John Moses Browning. He then gave up, finding it impractical. Later, someone plagiarized his idea, but he didn't quite understand the principle...