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Wugensheng nodded to Liang Ting, and then, together with Zhang Yunyuan, their figures flickered and silently disappeared into the deeper darkness, as if they had never existed.
Liang Ting gripped the giant axe in his hand, powerful enough to split stone tablets and shatter rocks. His killing intent surged once more, and his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, locked onto the brightly lit Japanese army camp in the distance.
"Pass down the order: everyone, stay put and conceal your presence."
"Tonight, let's be real hunters for once."
"We'll wait for the sect leader and Brother Yunyuan to lure out the fattest prey for us."
Chapter 63 Initial Investigation of the Enemy Camp: Using Flesh and Blood as Bait
The three quickly agreed on a plan.
Zhang Yunyuan and Wugensheng were responsible for infiltrating and reconnaissance, while Liang Ting provided support from the outside, ready to provide assistance and lock onto the target at any time.
Night fell again, and the Japanese army camp was brightly lit. Patrolling soldiers and ninjas lurking in the shadows intertwined, forming a seemingly impenetrable defensive network.
Zhang Yunyuan activated "Thousand Faces and Myriad Images," and the muscles and bones on his face emitted a faint crackling sound.
In a short while, he transformed from a handsome young Taoist boy into a dark-skinned, dull-looking middle-aged man.
The ordinary cook's clothes he was wearing were taken from an unlucky guy who had been knocked unconscious.
He easily infiltrated the Japanese army's logistics area.
This place was filled with the aroma of food, the stench of horses, and the clamor of soldiers; it was the most laxly guarded and chaotic place in the entire camp.
He pushed a wooden cart full of swill, head down, silently moving between the tents, getting a clear understanding of the terrain and defenses of the entire logistics area.
But he was never able to find any trace of the ninja leader.
The energy field here is too chaotic.
The vigorous blood energy of thousands of ordinary soldiers mingled with the chilling aura of hundreds of ninjas, like a pot of boiling, complex soup, blurring everything into a hazy mess.
That ninja leader was either hiding in the most heavily guarded central command tent, or he used some secret technique to perfectly blend his aura into this chaos.
Neither possibility is something a cook like him could possibly have access to.
Meanwhile, Wugensheng, like a true ghost, roamed in the shadows outside the military camp.
The divine radiance flowed around him, obliterating his own aura and merging him completely with the darkness.
His reconnaissance range was wider than Zhang Yunyuan's, covering almost the entire perimeter of the military camp.
But he also gained nothing.
The aura of that ninja leader was like a drop of water merging into the ocean, completely indistinguishable.
The two met at the agreed location, and Wugensheng's expression was somewhat solemn.
"That bastard is too good at hiding; we can't find him at all."
“Unless we can force him to come out on his own,” Zhang Yunyuan interjected.
Wu Gensheng fell silent.
He looked at the brightly lit military camp in the distance, a complex yet resolute light flashing in his eyes.
After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable determination.
"I have a solution."
He didn't offer any further explanation, but simply led Zhang Yunyuan and Liang Ting back to the dense forest where the Quanxing people were hiding.
Dozens of Quanxing disciples were leaning against the trees in twos and threes, some wiping their weapons, others closing their eyes to rest.
When they saw Wugensheng return, they all stood up.
Wugensheng looked around at everyone, his usual cynicism gone, replaced by a rare solemnity.
"Brothers."
His voice was calm.
"Now, there's a job."
"A job that's a death sentence."
"We need someone to storm the Japanese camp and force their leader out."
"Let me make this clear from the start: this journey is fraught with peril, and it depends entirely on your own choice."
The forest was completely silent, with only the rustling of the leaves in the wind.
No one spoke, but no one backed down either.
The next moment, a one-armed man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and was the first to step forward.
"Sect Leader, count me in."
"And I!"
"Damn it, I've had my eye on these Japanese bastards for ages!"
One by one, figures stepped forward silently and resolutely.
Their faces showed no grand pronouncements or impassioned speeches, only the calm unique to desperados, a calm that disregarded life and death.
In a short time, more than thirty people voluntarily stood in a row.
Zhang Yunyuan was deeply shaken by what he saw.
He always thought that the Quanxing were a group of selfish, lawless villains.
These people before us may have committed numerous evils, and their hands may be stained with blood, but at this moment, the fierce and valiant spirit of shared hatred against the enemy they possess is purer and more intense than that of any disciple from a prestigious sect.
Wugensheng looked at his brothers in front of him, his eyes slightly reddening, but he quickly suppressed the emotion.
He bowed deeply to everyone.
"Gentlemen, Wugensheng thanks you!"
Half an hour later.
A heart-wrenching scream, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, suddenly shattered the tranquility of the military camp.
More than thirty figures, like tigers descending the mountain, rushed out of the dense forest with a do-or-die attitude, heading straight for the Japanese army camp!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The piercing alarm blared through the night sky in an instant.
From the watchtowers surrounding the military camp, beams of searchlight swept across, instantly locking onto the charging figures.
Da da da da da!
The heavy machine guns mounted on the fortifications roared like the Grim Reaper, spitting fire and unleashing a dense hail of bullets like a metal storm, pouring down on those flesh and blood bodies!
A Quanxing man who was at the forefront was torn to pieces by dozens of bullets before he even had a chance to use his kung fu.
However, the people behind did not stop at all.
They used their flesh and blood to fight against steel and gunpowder.
Someone pushed their protective Qi to its limit, enduring the bullets as they charged forward, their body exploding with bursts of blood, yet they still roared and hurled their weapons at the watchtower.
Some people used their lightness skills to dodge and weave through the gaps in the hail of bullets, their movements as fast as ghosts.
Furthermore, there was a superhuman who cultivated earth-based techniques. He directly burrowed underground and detonated his life's cultivation beneath a machine gun emplacement, perishing together with the enemy!
Amidst the massive explosion, one firing point instantly went silent.
The breach was torn open, and more Quanxing disciples roared and rushed in.
They were using their lives to pave a bloody path to chaos for their comrades.
On a distant hillside, Zhang Yunyuan and Wugensheng watched this scene.
The horrific scene made Zhang Yunyuan feel as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Wu Gensheng's fist was clenched tightly inside his sleeve, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"you say……"
He suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse.
"With this thing, why are we still practicing kung fu?"
He was referring to the heavy machine guns that were spitting fire.
Standing beside him, Liang Ting spoke in a muffled voice.
"I think the Japanese soldiers are much more difficult to deal with than the ninja."
Zhang Yunyuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, and said in a deep voice.
"During the Three Kingdoms period, the extraordinary Guan Yu could take the head of a general amidst a vast army—that was in the era of cold weapons. If you or I were in the Three Kingdoms era, we could do the same. But if we put Guan Yu in the present day, could he still do it?"
Upon hearing this, Wugensheng suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, forcing out a smile that was even uglier than a grimace.
The chaos in the military camp finally reached its peak.
The curtain of the central command tent was suddenly flung open, and a man dressed in black samurai armor, with a long sword at his waist and an aura so powerful it was chilling, strode out, escorted by a dozen elite ninjas.
He looked at the chaos before him and was about to give an order.
On a secluded cliff several miles away, Tang Mingyi's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
Beside her, a magnificent gyrfalcon let out a clear, melodious cry, its sharp eyes already locked onto the sole target in the chaotic battlefield below.
"found it!"
Tang Mingyi formed a hand seal, and a wisp of barely perceptible Qi, following the spiritual link between her and the gyrfalcon, silently wrapped around the ninja's unique, cold, and powerful aura.
Secret Technique: Soul Reaping Across a Thousand Miles!
No matter how the ninja changed position or concealed his aura, he could no longer shake off the death mark from the Tang Clan.
The message was relayed immediately.
Upon receiving the intelligence, Tang Jiaren glanced at the military camp engulfed in flames in the distance, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes, and made a decisive move.
"Pass the order."
"Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high."