Mark's high-profile actions caught the attention of many.

In the era of the end of the law, in order to compete for limited resources, the righteous path increased the suppression of the left side of the door, and many side left left sects moved south. On the one hand, these people want to avoid the suppression of the righteous path, and on the other hand, they also want to find a way to survive the calamity of the end of the law.

The zombie army is getting closer and closer to Hanoi, and Mark can already feel the special aura ahead.

"There is a clear murderous aura coming from the city, is it possible that the Holy See has the strength to replenish it again?" Mark led his subordinates to kill more zombies, and he was very sensitive to murderous aura. For him, Hanoi at this time was like a giant beast with a bloody mouth, waiting for him, the prey, to fall into the net.

There is no trace of change on Mark's face, the enemy is certainly prepared, but no matter how fully prepared he is to face his zombie army, he will be wiped out!

"10,000 black zombie army, 1,000 white zombies, 100 green zombies, even the Maoshan faction does not dare to be straight, let alone the Holy See!"

Colonel Bernard led his men and horses to complete the formation, he built a position according to the fortifications of the European war, with trenches and barbed wire, machine guns and artillery looming among them, which shows his prudence.

"If I can defeat the devil in the East again, even if I lose a hand, I can return to China and enjoy good treatment." Bernard touched his severed hand and struggled to hold on. Originally, he was more afraid of the zombie army, but after breaking a hand, Bernard was bent on making meritorious contributions, and instead dragged the sick body to the front line.

Whether it was a French soldier or an Annan soldier, seeing Bernard's style was a great morale boost. This effect was not expected by Bernard himself.

At dusk, Bernard saw a black cloud drifting slowly, and there seemed to be countless wails in the black cloud, which made people's scalps tingle at the sight.

"The devil is coming!" Without Bernard's reminder, the soldiers already knew.

"Come, devil of the East!" Bernard held the pistol in one hand, and his face turned pale.

On the left side of the French position, several strangely dressed people gathered together, and those people wore special headdresses, dressed very differently from the Han Chinese, and the discerning person knew at a glance that they were ethnic minorities.

"Sixth, these zombies are able to travel under the sun, do you know what the reason is?" A Chinese character said with a Xiangxi accent.

The sixth child is a sturdy middle-aged man, he is not tall, his skin is dark, and his eyes are bright, so that people dare not look directly.

"I haven't seen a zombie that isn't afraid of daylight." The sixth child's face was solemn.

"Old Five, what are you afraid of, no matter how weird a zombie is, it's also a zombie! Our Tan family has been inherited for more than 700 years, and we are dealing with zombies, can't we deal with them? A slightly younger grade man said in a flirtatious tone, "If it weren't for the fact that we were implicated by the Corpse Refining Sect, how could we have fallen to this point!" The remnants of the Corpse Refining Sect, we must not let go! ”

A gray-haired man listened to the young man's words, frowned and said, "Old Jiu, don't make a mistake, our grievances with the Corpse Refining Sect will be put aside, this time, we are for the Holy See's Secret Law of Faith!" Over the past hundred years, the cultivation power of Huaxia has been weakening day by day, while the Western Holy See has expanded greatly, and this is all due to their belief in secret methods! With this secret method of faith, we may be able to survive the catastrophe of the end of the law and revive the prestige of the Tan family in Xiangxi! ”

"That's what Big Brother said!"

The closer he got to the city of Hanoi, the calmer Mark's heart became, and he had already seen the French Colonel Bernard.

"This time I will definitely take your dog's life!" Mark said hatefully.

"It's coming!" The zombie army was already within range of French artillery fire, and Bernard, who was eager to make a contribution, immediately ordered to open fire. This time, though, Marc wasn't going to let the zombies huddle together to resist the French fire. As soon as the cannon sounded, the zombie strikers scattered in all directions, dodging the first round of artillery from the French.

Bernard was a little taken aback, but immediately ordered another fire. The artillery of the French was known for its rate of fire, firing a round in a dozen seconds. Soon, artillery fire again covered the area where the zombie legions were located.

"These slow-moving monsters, don't want to break through my artillery area!" Bernard's heart perked.

When the black smoke cleared in front of him, Bernard saw that the zombie army did not stop at all, but continued to move forward, and the shelling just now did not seem to have any effect.

"Hmph, using artillery to fight zombies, unless it is in an extremely narrow space, or the artillery directly hits the zombies, it is just a waste of effort!" Practitioners from China despised French humanity.

The zombies were getting closer and closer to the positions of the French, and the distance between the two sides was only a few miles, which was only a dozen minutes for the zombies.

"Keep firing!" Bernard was in a hurry, he found that things were completely beyond his expectations, wasn't the last time he killed those zombies very smooth?

"Bang bang bang...... more than fifty cannons opened fire again, and puffs of black smoke rose from the front.

Unbeknownst to all, there was a peculiar storm over Hanoi. The storm is like a funnel, and the center is the battlefield below. The clouds raised by the storm were half black, half white, and the black and white sides swirled around the center, as if they were wrestling.

"Humanitarian repression weakened!" More than two or three hundred miles away, the ghost king Gao Yuan suddenly was overjoyed. Since Gao Yuan was born, he has never left the nest for more than 100 miles, not that he doesn't want to leave, but he can't. Gao Yuan was able to cultivate to the Ghost King, so he naturally had his luck, but this luck was no match for the luck of humanity! The luck of the world has been suppressing Gao Yuan, and if he leaves the lair too far, he may incur disaster.

Now, Takato felt that this suppression was rapidly weakening, and in the end, the power of the suppression was close to nothing!

"Could it be that there is chaos in the world?" Gao Yuan flew up in surprise, he looked around, and the eyes of the ghost king opened.

"There is a big event in the southwest, and the corpse qi is actually entangled with the human luck, could it be that a bronze armored corpse was born in this world?" Gao Yuan inherited the memories of the Chinese Taoists and knew many secrets of the cultivation world.

"How can this kind of thing be without the participation of this king......" Gao Yuan smiled, the ghost flag unfurled, and the Yin soldiers in the four places were put away by him. After that, Takato turned into a gust of wind and headed towards Hanoi.

Outside the city of Hanoi, the war of zombies and artillery continues.

The zombies were not agile enough, but they were faster than ordinary people when they sprinted in a straight line, and under the baptism of artillery fire, there were already zombies rushing to a place less than a hundred meters away from the French position.

"Fire!" Bastian commanded the infantry in place of Bernard, and at the sound of an order, thousands of guns fired, and "bang-bang-bang......" metal bullets fell on the zombies, some of which entered the zombies' bodies, and some were blocked by the zombies' bodies.

"These black stiffnesses, but they all have some climate!" Seeing this scene, the Huaxia cultivator secretly said.