Volume One Chapter 59: The Enigma of Past Events

“If we don’t count the military radios specially installed in patrol vehicles, the cost of one car is about 1.2 million,” Lin Hongfei said.

Feeling the increasingly scorching heat, Li Kuafu had already guessed roughly; the Vermilion Bird couldn’t be far now.

But the young demon king, notorious for his killings, wouldn’t pause to wonder why. He led his men straight toward the main banner of the Liao army. Since their ranks had already been broken, he was determined to kill the commander and seize the flag.

“Director Zhang, are you really so confident in the results of the Burmese referendum? The proportion of Chinese in Burma isn’t very high!” Mao Zedong retorted coldly. He and Zhang Guotao were bitter rivals, but the current domestic situation did not allow them to openly clash. Still, whenever they met, neither ever showed the other a pleasant face.

“No matter what, without you, I probably wouldn’t survive. So whether you acknowledge it or not, my life belongs to you. From now on, I am yours,” Li Kuafu said earnestly, almost in tears as he finished.

Though his personal troops had nearly all perished in the battle of Shandong, he had now annexed the volunteer armies of Sun Anzu and Liu Badao, occupying two counties. He had plenty of strong men, and as long as he won a few more battles, those who survived the fields would become his formidable force.

After more than ten minutes of preparatory bombardment, the deputy division commander ordered the formal attack to begin. The vanguard regiment was to advance along the road, the second regiment to assault the hilltop, and the third to seize the heights on both sides of the road, attacking along the ridges and covering the others.

Jin Yuan glanced at Ramos, then moved his foot and touched the ball, his body immediately following. Would he pass or break through? Bodia reacted instantly, stretching his foot to block Jin Yuan’s path.

Jiang Helun hesitated. The person inside was Ye Wudao, whom he had agreed to let in. He hadn’t expected Ye to remove all the equipment from Xiu Hui. Did he not know that these patients might lose their lives?

Everyone pricked up their ears as if catching the wind, urgently pressing their subordinates to open the main gate of the courtyard.

Next, Xiao Yan’s gaze slowly settled on Ouyang Miao. The latter, sensing something, turned his head. Their eyes met, each with different thoughts swirling within.

Chen Feng, pondering, had already named the white vortex. Since its ability resembled the purify skill of the summoner in League of Legends, he decided to call it the Wheel of Purification.

“Master, please save us!” Elder Yan Lei and Elder Yun Wu immediately knelt to the ground.

The giant’s expression was clearly enraged by the Heart of the Plane. An ant-like will, in his eyes, had managed to escape—how could he not be furious?

With a loud “bang!” Park Chung-hee was kicked and sent flying, landing over ten meters away, below the ring.

Expression cold, he held a gleaming submachine gun. The pitch-black muzzle carried the breath of death.

It would be safer to spend the night in a cave, but it was midday, not yet time to rest.

“Clang! Clang!” The sound of sword energy exploded instantly. The Clear Wind Sword had already slashed a solid shield of sword energy near Duyuan, Bingyu, and Li Huizhen. The Fire Essence Sword’s blazing energy struck the shield again and again, the clash echoing without pause.

After a border skirmish, the Ming army across the Xuanda, Liaodong, and Miyun line suddenly mobilized, tearing up the peace treaty with the Tatars and gathering fifty thousand iron cavalry.

Among the newcomers, there were many at the Void-Obliterating Realm; such a powerful force, even the entire cultivation world would struggle to oppose them.

“All right, I won’t wear leather pants anymore. Whatever you want me to wear, I will,” Bei Yuanbao blushed, pressing her fair body tightly against Xu Feng.

The crazy old man’s smile vanished instantly; if he was placed here by some major figure in the cultivation world, Lin Yi would be in real danger.

Ouyang Cong had Da Chuan chatting in the tent, hoping to help Yang An if Xu Changyu hurt him—only for Xu Changyu to end up beaten instead.

The old gentleman’s back was straight as an arrow, spirits high, showing not a hint of weakness.

As the armored Ming warriors, mounted and wielding blades, charged at the straw targets with unwavering resolve.

To be honest, Yang An really liked the outfit, but he felt guilty accepting such a valuable gift without merit.

At this moment, she realized she felt no jealousy at all. Because, perhaps, she now had someone even more worth protecting? Thinking this, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

Watching Gu Hai put on his cloak, Gu Shiba Niang handed him three beautifully wrapped heavy boxes.

“In fact, I also wish I could stay by his side forever, but he…” Ran’er seemed eager to talk to Han Ning, regardless of whether she was listening, almost as if speaking to herself.

I didn’t know what to say, so I only furrowed my brow slightly to express my confusion. I couldn’t possibly tell her she was mistaken, that her son was the mastermind and I was merely the actor and rumor-monger.

Little did they know, those unfamiliar dragons were all “Dragon Riders” personally escorted back by the Blue Dragon that day. Learning their benefactor was in trouble, they responded to Vermilion Bird’s call, bursting from the deep mountains en masse, roaring after the Orange One-Horned Dragon.

Wu Ya Tan didn’t say explicitly, but his tone made it clear to everyone whom he was calling. A door opened in response, and Sikong Jin stepped out expressionless, glancing sideways before turning his head to gaze at the sky.

“Empty words and flattery!” Elder Yan snorted again. No one knew what his background had been, but with that stern face and nasal grunt, he had the domineering air of a provincial governor from antiquity.

Ye Mingjing watched as if it were a dance, finding this performance much better than the previous one by Bai.

For those rumors had lost all meaning in an instant, and they had become part of the war. When life is threatened, who cares about right and wrong anymore?