Chapter 35: Tank Infantry 2

On the battlefield,

All the paper people had reached the late stage of Qi Refining, and their leader had even reached the peak of Qi Refining Level Nine.

Similarly, they were equipped with extremely high-grade concealment spells and concealment magic treasures, spaced far apart; Hua Bing could no longer pinpoint their exact locations with a single sweep of the Electromagnetic Induction Wave Technique for concentrated fire.

It often required multiple repeated scans to determine precise coordinates before issuing attack orders.

But in those few seconds of delay, the enemy had advanced several hundred meters—the original coordinates were already obsolete.

“Probe this coordinate area with firepower!”

Hua Bing’s tone was slightly panicked.

The tank's main cannon switched to high-explosive rounds; Sun Xiao and the other six immediately understood the order and each fired test shots at designated areas.

BOOM! The high-explosive rounds detonated in midair, scattering hundreds of high-velocity fragments with anti-magic properties across a thirty-meter radius; heavy machine guns fired twenty consecutive bursts, forming a hundred-meter-wide net of fire.

Everyone’s pale faces improved slightly.

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Then, at a speed beyond the reach of Foundation Establishment cultivators, Sun Xiao and the others each moved in a circle.

“That’s right.”

“We lost.”

He spoke with implication.

“Review the battle.”

Hua Bing, Sun Xiao, and the others wore slightly grim expressions.

A sect with only ten thousand years of cultivation history and scarce resources—when thirty-six tank detachments assembled into a tank battalion, equipped with second-grade spirit-particle radar armored command vehicles and professional command officers—there was only one possibility—

The observing students fell silent; just moments ago they had been slaughtering mercilessly, why had it suddenly stopped? None of them could detect the hidden sword cultivator.

“Alright, the post-battle review is over.”

There was no need to tell students enjoying their peaceful campus life about this.

It was clear that this sword cultivator possessed exceptional mastery of concealment and invisibility spells, and wore high-quality concealment magic treasures.

In a certain stretch of empty space, a transparent ripple appeared, then blood blossomed, limbs shattered, and the shield magic treasure flew backward.

As for Jiang Ding, who held the anti-materiel sniper rifle, he was called to the side.

“That’s it.”

Jiang Ding carefully observed.

Although school and television had repeatedly mentioned it, facing an actual battlefield drenched in blood, they still involuntarily felt fear.

“After observing this round of drill, what is your understanding of the role of reconnaissance infantry?”

Facing a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

They were extremely dispersed, each spaced at least a hundred meters apart.

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There was no choice: whether low, mid, or high grade, the sect cultivators were vastly outnumbered; the enemy would never fight you on equal terms.

Several more figures, crouching low beneath the ground among the trees, now revealed themselves.

“Fire at this coordinate!”

“Teacher, not necessarily—no need to scare us.”

At the very beginning, one sword cultivator had broken away far from the main force, encircling from another flank.

“This…”

“Especially their sword cultivators and elite spellcasters, who were already powerful, combined with concealment magic treasures and advanced concealment spells, made them nearly invisible to first-grade infantry radar waves; once they closed in, it became a massacre.” She lightly tapped her throat.

Hua Bing remained calm, firing one high-explosive round at the coordinate, while six other heavy machine guns rained continuous fire, forming an impenetrable death net that drowned the earth-digging cultivators in soil mixed with blood.

Hua Bing whispered: “Something akin to a life-linked magic treasure, forged by infusing blood. The ‘Sect Technology Report’ recently published an article: outside-world cultivators have recently attempted to popularize this blood-forged magic treasure among low- and mid-grade cultivators to extend their attack range.”

After Hua Bing’s squad returned, Zhang Dingjun projected a large screen before everyone—the third-party combat footage from just moments ago.

Zhang Dingjun made no comment, offering no rebuttal to Hua Bing’s words.

Hua Bing’s tank’s first-grade infantry spirit-particle radar, combined with the Electromagnetic Induction Wave Technique, scanned him twice—both times he evaded.

Hua Bing protested: “In actual combat, multiple squads operate together; then we have professional second-grade armored radar command vehicles and command officers trained at Beidou University and other national defense elite schools, specializing in the Electromagnetic Induction Wave Technique—these outside-world cultivators would be instantly annihilated.”

“Yes!”

BOOM! TATATATA! Shell casings flew; the tank’s main cannon fired methodically, the heavy machine guns kept up relentless fire, and each late-stage Qi Refining cultivator exposed by the barrage was torn apart by concentrated fire.

Such opponents could only be detected by repeatedly focusing the radar beam.

The students answered in unison.

Zhang Dingjun smiled but said nothing.

“The data doesn’t add up, Teacher,” Wu Tianli suddenly pointed at the sword cultivator: “This distance is wrong. A Qi Refining Level Nine cultivator’s spiritual sense spans about ninety meters; even if this outside-world cultivator had some extraordinary fortune, a hundred meters would be the absolute limit—how could he launch an attack from over five hundred meters away without any loss of power?”

Zhang Dingjun waved his hand: “Wu Tianli takes command of the second squad; Zhou Lingjun takes command of the third squad. Drill continues. First squad rests one round, then rotate—this opportunity is rare; everyone must participate in this drill once.”

Zhang Dingjun nodded slightly: “Information is the lifeblood of our sect cultivators—we must spare no cost, use every means to obtain enemy intelligence.”

Zhang Dingjun asked succinctly.

Thus, under the distraction of his comrades, the sword cultivator infiltrated within five hundred meters of Hua Bing; a pale-green sword, imbued with concealment spells, suddenly shot forth, slicing through the air with a piercing shriek, then exploded into lethal speed at the final moment, severing the target’s head.

“It’s a blood-forged magic treasure.”

On the battlefield, Hua Bing’s face changed, panic flashing across it; she frantically formed hand seals as a shield rose, completely shielding her.

The sect’s foundations were far weaker than those of the Nine Great Sects!

Both men and women clutched heavy machine guns, draped in four or five belts of ammunition, following their temporary commanders onto the battlefield.

SHH! At that exact moment, a pale-green sword suddenly appeared, slicing through the air with a shrill cry, nimbly bypassing the thick magic treasure shield, then piercing through Hua Bing’s Level Seven spell shield like an eggshell.

As for a Qi Refining Level Nine cultivator shattering her shield—that was no surprise.

He was two levels higher in cultivation, and specialized in offensive spells, unlike the amateurish defensive and offensive techniques of sect cultivators.

“Losing battlefield information is losing your life.”

She felt a chill on her neck and could no longer pull the trigger.

Her teacher had done the same in his day.

Zhang Dingjun sighed: “Outside-world cultivators have also been evolving; the once-idyllic image of Qi Refining cultivators charging in dense formations is gone forever.”

This cultivator squad was a typical twelve-member unit, ranging from Qi Refining Level Nine down to Level Seven.

Jiang Ding carefully reflected on the battle scene just witnessed.

“Counter-reconnaissance? Sniping high-concealment key targets, operating beyond the battlefield, protecting our own commanders, and eliminating them the instant their attack is exposed?”

“Of course, ideally with a Primordial Spirit-level cultivator; otherwise, firing one shot takes ten to dozens of minutes—useless.”

Jiang Ding added.

(End of Chapter)