How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!-Chapter 132: Four Attempts

"Three hundred, give or take!" Lin Xiaosu spat out five words.

Both Lin Xiaoyang and Li Zhiwei beside him were greatly alarmed.

Three hundred people!

This was an unprecedented scale!

Could the outpost hold against it?

The soldiers of Daxia, in terms of fighting spirit, were the strongest in the world, without a rival!

Because of Daxia’s history of suffering, the forefathers of Daxia, who had laid down their lives, had forged a nation, infusing their descendants with a distinguished spirit and creating an invincible military soul.

However, in this world, nothing was absolute.

It was meaningless to talk about victory or defeat without considering numbers.

If those coming tonight truly numbered three hundred, then even if the dozen or so people at the outpost were to fight to the last drop of blood, they might not be able to hold them back.

Lin Xiaoyang let out a laugh: "Looks like it’s going to be a tough fight! Sharpshooters!"

"Present!" two voices responded.

"Fire at will!"

"Roger!"

"Machine gunner!"

"Present!" one voice responded.

"If the enemy crosses the third line, open fire fiercely and be ready to replace positions at any moment."

"Yes!" Three voices responded, one machine gunner and two assistants, ready to replace the gunner should he fall in battle.

"Empty the warehouse of all hand grenades and prepare them!"

"Yes!"

Four soldiers ran down to the warehouse.

"That’s it, let’s show them what the Daxia military soul is for daring to attack our outpost!"

"The Daxia military soul, invincible in battle!" the whole army roared.

"Bro, lend me your gun." Lin Xiaosu reached out his hand.

As his voice fell, the pistol from Lin Xiaoyang’s waist landed in his hand, along with a pack of bullets.

This pistol was a military model, different from the standard police pistols, with a faster rate of fire and much greater power; correspondingly, the pistol was also significantly larger.

Whiz!

The first bullet flew out from the sniper’s gun barrel, heralding the start of the night’s battle.

Across the field, muzzle flashes twinkled as submachine guns opened fire.

The outpost’s machine guns were activated, laying down suppressive fire.

Lin Xiaoyang’s rifle spewed bullets, announcing the arrival of this new sharpshooter.

Zhi Jun fired in sync with him; the two of them, together with two snipers, formed a crossfire for precise sniping.

Suddenly, more than a dozen small black dots shot through the night sky...

Lin Xiaoyang locked on at a glance, his heart skipping a beat: "Rocket grenades!"

This was different from the skirmishes of the past.

In past clashes with mercenaries, rocket grenades were almost never used. Why? Because those encounters took place in dense jungles, following a path of stealth and counter-stealth, where rocket grenades had no place.

But tonight, the enemy was on an assault course.

Rocket grenades as powerful heavy weapons became the weapon of choice.

A rocket explosion would be a big problem.

At this moment, Lin Xiaosu suddenly stood up, his gun firing repeatedly!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

In almost an instant, more than a dozen rocket grenades exploded in mid-air, lighting up the battlefield as if it were broad daylight.

Lin Xiaoyang’s eyes widened in disbelief...

His brother had hit the rocket grenades with his pistol, and not a single one of the more than a dozen had missed.

What kind of eyesight was this?

What kind of marksmanship was this?

Perhaps some would say that hitting flying rocket grenades in the air could be done by any sharpshooter, but Lin Xiaoyang, who had spent seven years in the military, knew about various weapons and the principles behind their detonation. He understood that detonating rocket grenades with bullets was theoretically possible but practically an extremely unlikely event. The bullets needed to hit the rocket grenades’ fuses precisely to detonate them.

That difficulty was almost like hitting the enemy’s fired bullet directly!

Was this marksmanship even real?

Lin Xiaosu had no time to ponder this question; he changed his magazine.

He soared into the sky, and bullets flew again.

Boom!

A rocket grenade exploded just as it left the barrel.

More than a dozen people were blown into the air.

Then the second shot, the third shot!

He changed his position thrice in the air, firing three shots!

Just three shots, and all the mercenaries’ rocket grenade boxes exploded.

The mercenaries had brought rocket grenades to reduce the outpost to ruins, but before achieving anything, all were destroyed, and at least thirty people were taken out.

It wasn’t carelessness; their rocket grenade boxes were all beyond the enemy’s fire range, but when Lin Xiaosu soared into the sky and adjusted his position, he still hit his targets with three shots!

From the first confrontation, the mercenaries completely lost their quick assault weapon for breaching the fort.

They were pinned down by the outpost’s machine guns, unable to lift their heads.

While they were still stunned by the barrage, Lin Xiaosu’s silhouette flickered in the air, landing back at the outpost: "Hand grenades!"

Two soldiers immediately set down their guns, picked up the boxes of hand grenades in front of them, and ran towards Lin Xiaosu: "Master, hand grenades!"

Lin Xiaosu stretched out his hand, and the number of grenades in the box dwindled as he threw them in graceful arcs. The grenades flew unimaginably long distances, the furthest surpassing 500 meters.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

In the jungle, a series of explosions rang out, hitting where the crowds were densest. In a matter of moments, over a hundred grenades were tossed down, penetrating all cover, and the mercenaries wailed and howled as the battlefield turned into a hell on earth.

From within the ranks of the mercenaries, a figure suddenly shot upwards.

He appeared like the others who were blasted into the air, but with a tap of his toe on the tree behind him, he shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.

The machine gun turned towards him, covering his figure, but his trajectory suddenly changed, and as he flew up again, he reached the fortress wall of the outpost.

Whiz!

Lin Xiaoyang’s gun spat flames, and with a grin the man reached behind a soldier, brandished his dagger, and with a flash, seemed poised to decapitate the warrior.

Lin Xiaoyang sank with a heavy heart. Genetic People!

These were Genetic People!

But realizing this couldn’t change the outcome.

With his skills, he could not contend with any Genetic Person.

Just as the dagger neared the soldier’s carotid artery by a mere centimeter, suddenly a figure appeared in front of the Genetic Person.

A punch was thrown!

BOOM!

The face of the Genetic Person deformed instantly, launched skyward, and smashed into the surrounding wall, which crumbled.

That figure solidified again, and suddenly a cold gleam appeared.

Shick!

The head of the Genetic Person flew beyond the wall.

Lin Xiaosu!

He had emerged atop the wall at an unknown time.

His fierce eyes pierced the night, locking onto a spot on the battlefield.

It was a tree, and atop it was a man.

With toes tensed, ready to strike like a falcon at any moment, he suddenly saw the head soaring from the opposite wall.

That head belonged to his comrade, a top-notch expert known as Chi Yuan under the Commander.

The speed of Chi Yuan, fast as lightning!

But in the enemy’s hands, only one thing was truly fast—his speed of death...

Could he, himself, match up?

His own skills were on par with Chi Yuan...

Suddenly, he caught sight of the enemy’s eyes.

Eyes brimming with a murderous aura...

Despite the night sky obscuring many details, who was Falcon? With eagle-like vision, apt for catching the slightest details, he still managed to pinpoint Lin Xiaosu’s eyes accurately.

His heart pounded fiercely; the enemy had spotted him!

Go!

Not wasting even a second, like a falcon taking flight, he fled for his life.

Implanted with the genes of an eagle, his escape speed was unmatched.

But three li out, he sensed movement behind him.

Lin Xiaosu was in pursuit.

Just one more li to the Boundary Stele, fast! Faster! Fastest!

He gave everything to his speed, reaching an all-time peak, finally crossing the Boundary Stele successfully...

Once over the Boundary Stele, no matter the severity of the crime, it became an affair between two countries—he was safe at last.

But just as Falcon let out a sigh of relief, a violent gust came from behind.

Falcon turned sharply, shick!

A flash of cold steel passed by, his head took flight, and his body kept running more than twenty meters due to inertia.

He died well within the territory of Qingmian Country.

A good eight hundred meters from the Boundary Stele.

With a tip of his toe, Lin Xiaosu crossed back over the Boundary Stele into Daxia territory, ahead was the battlefield, though bombed out, yet hundreds still lurked behind various shelters.

These shelters faced the direction of the outpost, a pity that the incoming person was from behind them.

In an instant, the battlefield descended into chaos; an unseen dagger, an invisible figure infiltrated their position, a breeze swept by, and all went silent.

Lin Xiaosu bellowed: "Cease fire!"

The machine gunner’s fingers snapped sharply, almost cramping...

Everyone in the outpost watched the figure standing in the opposite battlefield, turned to stone...

Is this what it means to be an Ancient Martial expert?

Flipping the norms of the battlefield?

A stage set amidst a hail of gunfire, courage enough to dive into the tiger’s den, striking from behind.

Lin Xiaosu returned to the outpost, and the first words from his brother were a reprimand: Weren’t you too reckless? Weren’t you afraid of being hit accidentally by our side?

Lin Xiaosu simply smiled, offering no reply - of course, he wouldn’t tell his brother that he could see every one of their bullets!

The battlefield was cleared overnight, with never-ceasing sighs.

The enemy had mobilized three hundred men to assault the outpost, such decisiveness, unprecedented.

But on this side, there was Lin Xiaosu.

He took action a total of four times...

First, counteracting a rocket with his pistol and eliminating the threat.

Second, a barrage of grenades beyond the norm, inflicting maximum damage on the enemy.

Third, killing the enemy Genetic People, nipping the most uncontrollable element in the bud.

Fourth, circumventing from the rear, clearing the remaining foes.

For a true expert, quantity of ordinary people matters little.

Perhaps this was the concept instilled in the hearts of these warriors. Guided by this concept, they all became true Ancient Martial Maniacs, in the years to come...

But that’s a story for another time.

Shan Gang in the Southern Border.

Still the building that symbolized absolute dominance.

Kun Sha sat on his characteristic expansive sofa, eyes fixated on the images on the screen before him.

The screen showed the very battle that had just taken place outside the Gongchun Mountain outpost.

Latest drone footage, though blurry in the rainy night, still gave a clear enough view.

It was because he had seen the whole failing process of the battle that Kun Sha’s complexion looked so awful.

"One person! Just because of one person!" Kun Sha said in a deep tone: "Who is he?"

As his voice fell, a face on the screen looked up, seemingly alert to the drone’s presence. This person, key to the battle’s failure, one could even say it was all his doing!

This person, not clearly captured in the dark of night, could only be vaguely identified as a young man.

Upon Kun Sha’s questioning, the room fell silent.

Because according to their intelligence on the Gongchun Mountain outpost, this person... was outside their intelligence.

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