The black-pressed Japanese army opened the way with tanks and continued to advance.

In the rear, in a protected armored car, General Matsumoto looked out with a telescope.

He pondered for a while, looked at the middle-aged man in the back seat, and said:

"Master Daoben, the 75th regiment is overwhelmed, and the strongest monk can't even reach the transformation realm. Please also press the formation, we will attack directly, and do not give the Chinese army any chance of reinforcements!"

"Good. Domoto Sanshi nodded with a gloomy gaze.

Since he was forced to retreat by Lin Nan last time, he really didn't tell the emperor the news that Miss Shendai was with the Chinese people.

Instead, he tried to find his own way, desperately trying to find Shendai Aoi, and kill Lin Nan and bury the truth in the coffin.

But after searching, it was found that Lin Nan was very likely to have entered the camel village!

There were more than a dozen innate powerhouses in it, as well as several foundation building immortals, which immediately dispelled the idea of Daoben Sanshi sneaking in.

You can only wait for the rabbit.

During this time, it was anxious for Daoben Sanshi.

He led the Japanese army forward like crazy, and if he could find the Holy Sandstone, everything would be worth it - he didn't believe that anyone could reach the center of the nuclear explosion faster than the United States and Japan, and then all the lives in the vicinity should be wiped out!

But where did the holy sand stone go? Daoben Sanshi's face became more and more gloomy.

He couldn't help but think of the Blood Immortals.

Within the range of the nuclear explosion, the corpses of the Blood Immortals were not found.

If that person was blown up by a megaton nuclear bomb and could survive, how terrifying would this cultivation be?

Daoben Sanshi couldn't help but shudder.

He turned the spearhead of anger to the 75th Regiment, Daoben Sanshi waved his big hand, and flew out in the air, and his voice spread in everyone's heads under the amplitude of internal qi: "From now on, completely annihilate the 75th Regiment!"

The order is given.

Tanks and planes approached the 75th Regiment camp at a faster speed, and Daoben's three-stone condensed internal qi wings flew in the air, and he glanced at the desert a few hundred meters away.

There is a group of soldiers wearing Chinese military uniforms who are fighting guerrilla warfare, and their strength is not high, and they are all above the bone refining realm.

It was this small team that caused the Japanese army to suffer a lot of losses, and almost swallowed up one of their companies in three days.

A roar rang out over the desert.

Zhou Heng of the pangolin team is like a rhinoceros ramming indiscriminately.

He took the Horizontal Cultivation of the Little Perfection Peak as the top of the front, formed a strong shield to resist most of the gunfire, and then struck a heavy sledgehammer on the tracks of the Z25 tank.

Bang!

The behemoth of more than forty tons almost collapsed, the driver in the tank was pale, and he cursed loudly, and the Japanese soldier who controlled the fort gritted his teeth and aimed the barrel at Zhou Heng, and Zhou Heng showed his white teeth, and there was a mockery at the corner of his mouth.

He is now standing under the tracks of the tank, and if the gunner dares to fire, he will blow himself up.

Zhou Heng swung the sledgehammer and continued to strike, like a woodcutter cutting down a tree.

The 4o centimeter-thick armor was smashed into a gap with a bang, and the next moment a shadow galloped over and got into the tank, and with a burst of blood and a few screams, the Z25 turned into a scrapped iron box.

The soldier in the driver's seat stared wide, blood poured from his neck, and a skull fell to the ground.

"Well done. Zhou Heng gave a thumbs up.

The person who rushed into the tank was naturally the captain of the pangolin squad, Lin Zeyu.

After only a few days of not seeing him, his appearance has changed dramatically, and he looks much more mature.

The vigor of the young man in his twenties was completely gone, and was replaced by stability, and Lin Zeyu also had more beard, and his eyes were slightly cold.

In the days when the war broke out, more than the 75th Regiment suffered heavy losses, and the original pangolin squad plus the reserve had a total of 2oo people, and now there are less than 7o left.

They are all real soldiers of a hundred battles, and they can be called trump cards in the five major military regions of China.

It's a pity that with the Japanese army's large-scale attack, Lin Zeyu and others didn't even have the opportunity to retire and return to the team, and they and Regiment Commander Ding received a dead mission, here, blocking the Japanese army for two hours.

In the face of Zhou Heng's unstinging praise, Lin Zeyu's expression did not change.

He clenched his knife coldly and looked at the more tank groups in front of him.

The fighter overhead is a new model of the United States to reinforce Japan, and although it is not the top in the world, it is also an advanced weapon.

It is equipped with an air-to-surface missile with a diameter of 2o cm, with an effective range of 6 okm and a killing area of 300 meters.

In fact, with just one salvo, the 75th regiment was gone.

It's just that the Japanese army has not yet made up its mind.

Whether it is a tank or a half-immortal, this is a 'heavy weapon', and until one country breaks the unspoken rules, the other country will not use it.

But if Japan breaks the rules first and uses these things, it is foreseeable that there will also be aircraft and artillery among the troops that China comes to reinforce.

It depends on whether Japan dares to expand the scale of the war.

Lin Zeyu looked up at the sky silently.

There, a small figure floated, which made the corners of his mouth uncontrollably smile bitterly.

Innate shot. It seems that the Japanese are indeed crazy, and they will not care about the cost.

"Probably, this is the punishment for us to abandon the instructors. Lin Zeyu took a deep breath and prepared to kill a few more Japanese soldiers in the last limited time.

Hearing the word instructor again, Zhou Heng's face also darkened a little.

That day, Lin Nan went out of the sea of fire alone to cover the retreat of the pangolin team.

And in the evening, as soon as they returned to the camp of the 75th Regiment, a loud noise and light that shook the desert broke out.

A nuclear bomb with a million-ton yield, not to mention that Lin Nan is a transformation realm, even if it is congenital, it will be wiped out.

The pangolin team held a private funeral for the instructors, framed a black-and-white portrait of Zhang Linnan, hung a large wreath and placed it in the cemetery.

The log used as a tombstone is hand-carved by Lin Zeyu, and the delicacy of all tombstones is second to none.

Just when Zhou Heng tacitly followed Lin Zeyu and was about to deal with the tank in front of him, a violent wind suddenly appeared overhead.

The strong pressure makes people's hair blow up, as if they are about to be hit by a heavy truck!

Zhou Heng looked at the sky in fear.

An invisible void internal qi smashed towards everyone from a distance of more than two hundred meters, it was the half-immortal called Daoben Sanshi!

The innate pinnacle of air can smash a 2o centimeter steel gate.

Moreover, the immortal power has a qualitative suppression of ordinary internal forces, and even Lin Nan in the Transformation Realm was almost injured at the beginning, not to mention Zhou Heng and the others who were in the small consummation.

"Spread out!" Zhou Heng's eyes widened and he roared hysterically.

Behind him were more than two dozen members of the pangolin squad, who were sharp knives against tank groups.

Lin Zeyu in front was also stunned, and before he could react, his innate internal strength in the air had already slapped down like a giant's slap.

Bang!

The desert with a radius of 30 meters has sunken down, turning into a small basin.

In the area covered, there was a tank, and only the tooth-aching sound of steel huddling together and bending could be heard.

The turret of the tank was slapped directly into it, squeezing the driver below into meat sauce.

The pangolin squad also suffered heavy casualties, and the number of 30 people was sharply reduced to 18.