The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 115 The Afterglow of Maoshan

"Marshal, we have searched the entire town, there should be no other survivors."

Soon, the searching soldiers came back one after another.

Hearing this, No. [-] Mao said from the side: "Get out, those two monks should have turned into zombies."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the sky: "It's getting dark, night is not a good time to deal with zombies."

Zhang Heng looked up to the sky.

The sun was setting, and the sky was red and bright, which was very beautiful.

But this beauty is fatal.

As the sun goes down, the zombies hiding in the houses in the small town will come out to move around. It is not one or two zombies, but an undead army composed of one or two thousand zombies.

"withdraw!"

Zhang Heng gave an order: "Retreat ten miles away and set up camp."

Zombies have a very keen sense of smell.

Along the wind, you can smell the human scent several miles away, and jump over along the smell.

Therefore, it is not allowed to camp near Tenten Town, otherwise the zombies in the town will be restless, and they may break through the wall and run out.

Step on.
Before dark, the troops retreated ten miles away and stationed on the side of a hill.

Zhang Heng ordered the soldiers to light a fire and cook, while he took First Mao and Adjutant Wu to the top of the mountain, and observed the direction of Tenteng Town with binoculars.

"It's very lively!"

Under the moonlight.

I saw a lot of figures in Tengteng Town, and many people worshiping the moon stood on the roof.

These people stretched out their arms and gathered together in twos and threes. Some even fought for a good position. Those who were defeated could only go to the lower roofs to worship. It looked very interesting.

"I've seen zombies praying to the moon a lot, but it's the first time I've seen so many zombies praying to the moon together."

Yimao also held a telescope in his hand: "Look at these zombies, they have distinct levels. Only the strong can stand on the second-story building, and the weak can only stand obediently on the roof of the bungalow. The concept of hierarchy is very obvious. .”

Zhang Heng was also watching quietly.

After looking at it for a while, he suddenly frowned and said, "Look at the northwest corner, there are a few zombies fighting all the time!"

"Have it?"

First Mao raised his binoculars and looked.

After a while, a look of astonishment appeared on his face: "This is not a fight, this is a corpse biting a corpse. Some zombies suck the corpse breath of other zombies. This is rare among zombies. Could it be that they are fighting for the king of corpses?"

A group with a hierarchical concept will have a leader.

There are monkey kings and nobles in the monkey group, and they even have the right to beat other monkeys, and the beaten monkeys will not resist.

The same goes for zombies.

When their number reaches a certain level, they will also elect a corpse king internally to lead the entire zombie group.

"It's not like fighting for the corpse king!"

Zhang Heng looked a little suspicious: "If it is fighting for the corpse king, it should only suck half of the corpse's energy from the zombies it defeats, and leave half for the other party, and then take it as a follower."

"Suck all the corpse's breath away, and the zombie will die. Zombies killing zombies are like ghosts eating ghosts. Other zombies will regard them as aliens and attack them in groups."

Yimao nodded: "It's very strange, do you want to go over and have a look?"

Zhang Heng thought for a while and said, "Let's not go, I'll let Aunt Mei go."

The first Mao was a little dazed: "Who is Aunt Mei?"

Bang! !

The paper ghost flew out from Zhang Heng's neck and sat on his shoulder.

First Mao's eyes lit up: "Paper man?"

"It's a paper ghost!"

Zhang Heng didn't explain much, and quickly said to the paper ghost: "Go to that town and see what they are doing, and be careful, this is a zombie town, hide yourself when you go in." Well, you are a ghost, they are corpses, and will not welcome you."

Whoosh!
The paper ghost broke through the air and left.

No. [-] Mao stroked his chin and looked Zhang Heng up and down: "Nephew, you hid deep enough. You have a ghost on your body all day long. It's strange. Ghosts are filthy things that gather decay, disaster, and suffering." , trapped all over the body, you carry it all day, there is no reason why I can't find it!"

"How did you find out?"

Zhang Heng took out a handkerchief from his arms: "This is the picture of soldiers and immortals of the Lushan School, which is specially used to raise ghosts. I usually wrap paper ghosts with soldiers and immortals. can not tell."

"A magic weapon of the Lushan sect?"

The first mao's face became serious: "Those people are not good people. Although they are separated from the Jingming sect and are also well-known and decent, their style of doing things is sinister and vicious. it is good."

"I have never dealt with them, this picture"

Zhang Heng organized his words: "One day when I practiced Qi in the morning, I saw the white crane coming to the east, and sent me a picture. Look, it's this one."

"White Crane's offer of pictures, is that an exaggeration?"

The first Mao acted like I don't study much, so don't lie to me.

But after thinking about it, he murmured in his heart again: "Could it be that my senior nephew really has great luck, great opportunity, and is a real fairy seed like senior brother Zhai Xing?"

Zhaixing Taoist talent is unparalleled, with unsurpassed talent, and is recognized by Maoshan and even the Taoist sect as the seed of true immortality, and it will become immortal in the Tang and Song Dynasties.

Although Zhang Heng's talent is not that scary.

But he is just like Duobao Boy, the last time it was the turtle who offered the sword, this time it was the white crane who offered the picture.

Next time, shouldn't it be time for an old man to present three volumes of the Heavenly Book?

Good guy, in the Dharma-ending era, two true immortal seeds came out of one sect. This is putting the patriarch into the frying pan with so much smoke.

"I can't afford to provoke you!"

No. [-] Mao secretly looked at Zhang Heng, and thought to himself: "Speak more properly in the future, how can this be my nephew, he is clearly my half-brother!"

Whoosh!
A black shadow flew from the sky.

Zhang Heng stretched out his hand to catch it, and the paper ghost landed on his hands, jumped up and down his shoulders, and whispered in his ear.

"Well, I see."

Zhang Heng stuffed the paper ghost into his clothes and said to the first Mao: "The reason why the zombies are in chaos is not because they are fighting for the king of corpses, but because there are two bald zombies attacking other zombies."

"Bald Zombie?"

No. [-] Mao's eyes widened: "The remaining two of the twelve eminent monks of Fatai Temple?"

Zhang Heng nodded silently: "Those two eminent monks have turned into corpses. I don't know if they were profound in Buddhism or for some other reason. In short, they have been attacking other zombies. There are already dozens of zombies who died in their hands. Too many."

"It's incredible!"

No. [-] Mao expressed admiration: "Even if you become a zombie, you are still fighting zombies. After I read it, this incident can be written in Maoshan's annals, and the heroic deeds of the two masters will be passed down."

Zhang Heng added: "If you want to write it, write it all in. The twelve eminent monks of Fatai Temple are all outstanding and worthy of admiration."

Yimao didn't object either, and raised his binoculars to continue watching.

After looking at it for a while, an exclamation came out of his mouth: "A black zombie has made a move!"

Zhang Heng also quickly picked up the binoculars.

In sight, a tall zombie was grabbing two thin zombies and biting them hard on the neck.

Accompanied by the twitching of the body, the two zombies quickly stopped struggling, and fell down limply.

"Good and evil confront each other, fight for life!"

Zhang Heng sighed, and praised: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!"

"It's a pity!" First Mao put down the binoculars and whispered: "It would be great if they waited for us. Why bother to go in and die with this little means?"

Zhang Heng shook his head: "Go back to sleep, my troops will arrive tomorrow, and I will avenge the masters by then."

"It can only be this way."

First Mao looked regretful.

Because in the middle of the night, they couldn't do much.

Day two.

Early in the morning, accompanied by the roar of trucks, Zhang Jinzhong arrived with the artillery regiment of the First Division.

48 infantry guns, towed by a truck, with a Maxim on the front, looked intimidating.

"Big guy!"

Zhang Jinzhong took two steps forward, a standard army salute.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zhang Heng handed over a telescope and ordered to Zhang Jinzhong, "Did you see that small town in front of you?"

"I saw it."

Zhang Jinzhong nodded.

Zhang Heng said in a deep voice: "Your task is very simple. Let the cannons bombard me vigorously. I want to flatten this town without leaving a whole house behind. Is there any problem?"

"no!"

Zhang Jinzhong is an activist.

After getting Zhang Heng's permission, he immediately urged the soldiers to unload the cannons and start building artillery positions on the spot.

Boom boom boom! !

Half an hour later, the artillery regiment began to bombard wildly.

Zhang Heng stood on the top of the mountain and looked through the binoculars.

I saw that as shells were fired into the town, the buildings inside were soon destroyed.

Two hours later, the cannonade stopped.

Looking up, there are only broken eaves and broken walls in Tenteng Town, and there is no complete building.

Of course, at this level, it is still impossible to wipe out all the zombies.

There will definitely be some zombies still hiding in the broken eaves and broken walls, and the rest will need to be cleaned up by infantry.

buzzing.
A military vehicle was full of soldiers.

When we arrived outside Tengteng Town, Zhang Heng deployed his troops and ordered: "Use the platoon as a unit, start a carpet search to find the zombies hidden under the broken eaves and walls, and then use the hook lock to lift the ruins and expose them to the outside world." Under the sun, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

The soldiers raised their arms and shouted.

"Go."

Zhang Heng waved his hand: "Operation code, search and annihilate!"

Step on.
The soldiers were dispatched one after another.

They took a special hook pole, the kind made of three-meter-long bamboo, with a chain and a hook tied to the other end, and began to turn over the ruins.

"There is movement here!"

Soon, a platoon of soldiers made a discovery.

You know, most of the houses in the period of the Republic of China were made of wood and were not heavy.

The soldiers rushed forward, holding the hook bar in their hands, and quickly pushed aside the collapsed beams, and found the zombies that were crushed below.

"I see it, I see it!"

A soldier shouted excitedly.

In the next second, five or six hooks poked in, and the hooks hooked directly on the zombie, pulling it out from under the ruins abruptly.

call!
As soon as the pulled out zombie saw the sun, it immediately started to ignite spontaneously.

Looking at the zombies who died like fireballs, the soldiers were not only not afraid, but shouted excitedly: "We killed the zombies, we killed the zombies!"

Encouraged by this, everyone became more energetic.

"one two Three!"

A few soldiers pulled out a coffin from under a ruin.

"Marshal, the coffin cannot be opened!"

The soldier lifted it vigorously, and couldn't help asking Zhang Heng for help.

"Stupid, why open it and blow it up directly."

Zhang Heng raised his hand and hit the soldier on the head.

"Yes, handsome!"

Soldiers lifted the coffin and stuffed a pack of dynamite underneath.

boom! !

The coffin was directly blown to pieces, and the black zombies inside were killed without any resistance.

"Bring Maxim!"

Another coffin.

Zhang Heng directly set up Ma Keqin, and shot the bullet as big as a palm towards the coffin like raindrops.

With the shaking of the muscles on the face, the coffin was instantly shattered, and the zombies hidden inside were also smashed into pieces.

"Marshal, there is a half-collapsed house here, and there is a zombie hidden in the house."

A soldier ran up braggingly: "It seems to be very scared!"

Zhang Heng took people over to have a look.

A thin zombie hid in the shadows and jumped backwards, but there was already a broken wall behind it, so where could it jump.

"Master, let me come!"

A flamethrower said eagerly.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you."

Zhang Heng didn't care either.

"Thank you, Master!"

The fire-breathing soldier took two steps forward, and a tongue of flame instantly shot out from the flame-breathing gun in his hand.

When the zombie was burned by the flames, it immediately turned into a torch, and was quickly burned to death inside.

"Cruel, really cruel!"

Looking at the zombies who were being hooked out of the broken eaves and broken walls like catching grasshoppers, Yimao was a little discouraged: "It's a cannon, an explosive package, a maxim, and a flamethrower. Come out, Taoist priests are no longer needed in this era.”

In ancient times, the use of gunpowder was underdeveloped, and an ordinary white jelly could disturb the peace of a whole county.

But now, among other things, the fire-breathing soldier is the unit that is afraid of the zombie.

When a tongue of fire is shot out, it is three to fifty meters long, and it will not be extinguished when it encounters water.

Thirty flame-breathing soldiers lined up in two rows and moved forward steadily. It's hard to say that flying stiffs, after all, can fly to the sky and escape from the ground. Thousands of degrees of high temperature incineration.

"Zombies actually sound scary, but in terms of threats, they are far inferior to ghosts."

"Ghosts can hide and appear, they can pass through walls, they can transform into wind, but they are useless when they encounter shells and machine guns. It's hard to say how useful these fire-breathing soldiers are."

Zhang Heng comforted No. [-] Mao: "Whether Taoism or guns, they all have their own strengths and weaknesses. It can't be useless. It depends on how you use it. Like me, grasping with both hands, both hands must be strong. Isn’t it a place of invincibility?”

"Big guy!"

While talking, a soldier came to report: "The cassock you asked us to find, we have already found it in the ruins ahead."

"very good."

Zhang Heng urged: "Put away the cassocks, and send them back to Fatai Temple with the remains of several masters."

"Yes, sir."

Soldiers took orders.

Looking at his back, Yi Mao sighed and said, "If those monks know that the people they want to protect don't need their protection, what would they think?"

Zhang Heng thought for a while and replied, "Under the wave of the new era, there is no longer a boat to carry us."

The first Mao said to himself: "If there is no change, maybe our generation will be the last glory of Maoshan?"

Zhang Heng nodded: "Almost."

After speaking, he smiled again: "If one day, Maoshan Taoist priests are no longer needed in this era, what are you going to do, uncle?"

Yimao really didn't think about this, hesitantly said: "I haven't thought about it, how about you?"

Zhang Heng replied, "I'm going to write a novel."

(End of this chapter)