My Apprenticeship to Uncle Jiu: I Was a Warlord in the Republic of China

It turned out that the Black Mountain Ghost King had been recovering from his injuries these past few days. After devouring the blood, qi and souls of those Taoist soldiers, not only did he repair his own injuries, but his cultivation level was also further improved. He was only one step away from entering the realm of Ghost Emperor.

After counting the Maxim guns left by Jiang Li, it made a bold decision, which was to stay here and ambush the Maoshan Taoist priests.

As the saying goes, old ghosts become spirits. With its wisdom, it naturally knows that once Maoshan learns of its existence, they will swarm in to destroy it.

But after thinking about it, he decided to stay in the world to deal with these mortal Taoists, rather than returning to the underworld to deal with those Maoshan gods.

After all, those guys in the underworld not only have the blessing of gods, but also a large number of ghost officials and soldiers from the underworld can be mobilized. Even if the situation down there is not peaceful at the moment, he doesn't have much chance of winning against them.

And even if they won, it would only be a tragic victory with heavy casualties, and the actual gains would not outweigh the losses.

But it is different in the world of the living. The underworld is in chaos now, and it is difficult for those guys in Maoshan to ask the seniors in their sect for help. Even if they do, they will definitely not be able to defeat the real body when it descends.

Moreover, he now had a large number of captured machine guns in his hands. He had seen before that Jiang Li's hundreds of people used these things to easily kill thousands of its believers.

If these things were used well, we could definitely trick those stinky Taoists in Maoshan. Maybe even those old guys at the level of Heavenly Master would die here.

It had seen it before. This mortal creation could actually penetrate rocks. It thought that even the unprepared Heavenly Master would not be able to resist it.

The key is the most important point, which is the gains after victory. Once it wins this battle, it can wreak havoc in the mortal world.

The rewards here are extremely tempting.

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But before the Maoshan Taoist priest came to die, it suddenly heard a series of explosions in the mountains.

Before it could figure out what was going on, a shell landed near it. A huge explosion was heard, and the great elder who was fawning on the side suddenly felt a pain in his leg.

Then he fell to the ground involuntarily. When he looked down and saw what had happened, he was almost scared to death.

It turned out that after the 105mm caliber shell exploded, a larger piece of fragment happened to hit his calf, directly cutting off his calf, including bones and flesh.

When he saw the large amount of blood gushing out of his leg, he immediately cast a spell to stop the bleeding, and then he screamed in fear.

Hearing the cry, the Black Mountain Ghost King became very impatient. He killed the great elder with a wave of his hand, and then sucked all his blood, essence and soul dry, leaving only a dried corpse on the spot.

Listening to the continuous sound of artillery fire, its face looked very ugly. If it continued like this, the machine gunners he had deployed in the hiding place would be useless and would all be blown to death.

However, it did not think of retreating, but instead turned its gaze to the huge black flag behind it that had been raised at an unknown time.

Speaking of Jiang Li, he was holding a telescope and carefully observing the fireworks in the mountains.

This scene really made Uncle Jiu, who was drawing talismans on the cannon shells, very angry, but he didn't know what to say.

After all, Jiang Li is now the commander, not his apprentice anymore, so he really can't say much when he is commanding the war.

But after he drew the Breaking talisman for a cannonball, he couldn't help but say, "Commander Jiang, could you please let these soldiers fire slower? Our talisman pens are almost smoking!"

When Jiang Li heard this and looked at the speed of both sides, he immediately gave the order to make some adjustments to avoid a situation where there was a shortage of artillery shells.

After hearing Jiang Li's order, all the Taoists present breathed a sigh of relief, but they still couldn't stop drawing because the artillery firing speed was still faster than they could draw.

In this way, they painted for more than five hours without stopping for a while.

In order to prevent the cannon from overheating, the firing frequency had to be controlled and some heat dissipation treatment had to be performed to prevent the barrel from overheating and causing an explosion.

At this time, a messenger came running over and said, "Commander, a telegram just came from the other three artillery positions saying that the gun barrels are overheated and can no longer fire. Should we proceed with the next phase of the plan?"

Hearing this, Jiang Li picked up the telescope and looked over. The leader in the distance, who was covered in devastation, ordered: "Tell them to stop the shelling and start the next phase of the operation!"

So the messenger immediately trotted away and went to the next car to send the telegram.

At this time, behind Jiang Li, Uncle Jiu and others, who had been drawing talismans for several hours, finally finished their work and got up.

But when they arrived at Jiang Li's location, they were shocked when they saw the smoke and fire in the distance and the unrecognizable mountaintop.

Uncle Jiu couldn't help but ask, "Is this the power of the airplane cannon you mentioned?"

Jiang Li shook his head and said, "Uncle Jiu, what you saw are all small-caliber artillery. The power of those large ship-borne weapons is more than ten times greater than this!"

"As for the bombs carried by the plane, each weighs over a thousand kilograms, and some even weigh several thousand kilograms. They are not comparable to my twelve-kilogram gadget!"

Although Uncle Jiu and the other Taoists had never seen an aerial bomb, after listening to the data Jiang Li provided, they roughly guessed its power. They also had a better understanding of Jiang Li's initiative to leave Maoshan and develop his power to fight against foreign enemies.

Most of these people did not know Jiang Li, but they all knew more or less that Jiang Li was once from Maoshan, but later gave up the Taoist path for some reason.

Of course they were very interested in this, so they asked each other and finally found out the truth: it turned out that he wanted to develop his power to fight against the Japanese pirates.

But before, they never understood why Jiang Liming could practice Taoism and develop his power at the same time, so why should he choose one of the two.

Now after seeing this bombardment, I understand a little bit more. Ordinary armies will definitely not be able to win in this situation. Only by developing the army wholeheartedly can we have a chance to fight.

Seeing these Taoist seniors deep in thought, Jiang Li couldn't help but interrupt their wild thoughts, "Dear seniors, now it's time to enter the next stage of the battle. This all depends on you!"

Everyone came to their senses upon hearing this and immediately said goodbye to prepare to set up the Golden Crow Fiery Sun Formation.

As the Taoists from Mount Mao got closer to this nameless mountain, they could feel the power of the artillery fire more and more.

After nearly six hours of bombing, the once lush, vibrant forest no longer existed.

The trees were blown to pieces, with a large number of trunks breaking and falling, crisscrossing each other, and some were still burning, emitting thick smoke.