[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals":3,"chapter-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-94":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Cluster Artillery: Shattering the Immortals",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2342105,4578,"Chapter 94: Call for Heavy Artillery Bombardment","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-94",94,"\u003Cp>Dozens of kilometers away,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple listening device shaped like a trumpet flower, camouflaged with branches and foliage, had its wiring extending down into a thirteen-meter-deep hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This depth was sufficient to shield against first-tier infantry radar scans; as long as it didn’t encounter second-tier infantry spiritual-particle radar or Foundation Establishment cultivators, it would rarely be detected from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two seventh-middle-school Qi Refining students carefully listened at one end of the device for a while, then relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No tank engine noise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One short student, still shaken, said: “I saw how Zhou Liuchuan and the other guy died—no intact piece of flesh left, blown to pieces by anti-aircraft machine guns.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Assholes from first-middle-school! No Daoist sect ethics!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another student cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the pit, Jiang Ding silently listened for a while, recorded the coordinate, and lightly tapped his toe to depart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the third seventh-middle-school reconnaissance position he had discovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether there were more, he didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There probably were—scattered across the vast battlefield, layering ambushes against first-middle-school tank units until the camp completed its first-tier electromagnetic induction array, establishing massive superiority within radar range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Top-grade special magic artifact reconnaissance camouflage, Great Completion-level Minor Concealment Technique, and the mobility advantage from Great Completion of the “Young Eagle Soaring Sword Art.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His figure moved soundlessly through the forest, not a single leaf or blade of grass swaying, not even the most sensitive small animals like birds sensing a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Jiang Ding’s breath paused slightly; with his peripheral vision, he watched a tank rumble past a kilometer away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, another appeared, then a third, then a sixth—this was a standard Daoist tank squad, their mission mobility and artillery strikes based on reconnaissance coordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he requested artillery fire now, he’d likely score a hit—but it would expose that seventh-middle-school reconnaissance units were nearby; their vigilance would rise, making future reconnaissance far harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recorded the coordinate, tapped his foot, and left, continuing deeper into reconnaissance and search.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he advanced dozens of kilometers, nearing within forty kilometers of seventh-middle-school’s camp, Jiang Ding spotted more seventh-middle-school Inner Qi cultivators—they no longer hid underground but had set up heavy machine guns and constructed thick defensive fortifications, with the remaining forty Dao-soldiers of seventh-middle-school casting spells to assist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding frowned as he recorded the coordinates of each fortification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were built on thick layers of earth and stone, reinforced with first-tier earth-element spells, housing three to five heavy machine gunners each—extremely threatening; high-explosive shells could barely penetrate; only armor-piercing rounds could pierce through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He circled widely, thoroughly reconnoitering and mapping the entire surrounding area in detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom-boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again came the roar of engines; Jiang Ding’s spirits lifted—he gazed far off and indeed saw six tanks returning toward seventh-middle-school’s camp, spaced five hundred meters apart—likely a flank reconnaissance unit returning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding made up his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he went deeper, he feared encountering Li Tie—this twin-spirit-root genius might have already reached Minor Completion in the “Electromagnetic Sensing Wave Technique”; stepping within thirty kilometers, he feared being blown to bits by a stray high-explosive shell from who-knew-where.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Command Post, this is First Reconnaissance Platoon—target: six Type-62 tanks, coordinates as follows… constantly moving… requesting artillery strike!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifty to sixty kilometers away,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hua Bing perked up, thrilled, and shouted in the group chat: “Brothers and sisters, action time! Get on your tanks—every single one!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Ding found seventh-middle-school’s tanks!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Awesome!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Recon infantry, forever the god!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Sun Ling and others rejoiced; forty-three tanks scattered across the battlefield raised their cannons, adjusted positions according to coordinates, and predicted the targets’ movement trajectories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was precisely what they had studied for years—they needed no reminder from Jiang Ding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only needed to report battlefield conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One to twenty-two, armor-piercing rounds, coordinates...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Twenty-three to forty-three, armor-piercing rounds, coordinates...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Sun Ling and Hua Bing each took charge of one target’s firing, Ding Qi assisting with predictive calculations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ready!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fire!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forty-three tank cannons roared, their muzzles blazing hot; dozens of blasts merged into one deafening thunderclap, perfectly synchronized, not a single discordant note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh-shhh-shhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of armor-piercing rounds tore through the air, leaving white streaks that vanished from sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding lightly stepped, following the moving seventh-middle-school tank column, silently watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader of this tank unit was the class monitor of Class 2, Grade 3 at seventh-middle-school; he was now chatting with his classmates over internal comms, complaining: “Li Tie is such a coward—making us huddle in ditches, while he doesn’t care at all; no matter what, his command combat score won’t be low, but we’re different—this way, our scores stay low, and we learn nothing but digging holes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What can you do? He’s the principal’s grandson, twin-spirit-root, Qi Refining Level Eight…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His teammates shared the same resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, radar alarms blared urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dense white streaks appeared on the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“High-speed object approaching… it’s artillery shells!” the Class 2 monitor’s face turned pale; he roared: “Maneuver! Evasive maneuver—it’s targeting us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The six tanks began erratic movement, twisting in S-shapes—the standard procedure for evading artillery outside the interference zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But twenty-plus armor-piercing rounds were aimed directly at them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F***! Bastards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seventh-middle-school Class 2 monitor cursed loudly as armor-piercing rounds rained from the sky; each impact on the ground triggered massive explosions, carving deep craters into the hills and forests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dodged one after another—until quantity became quality: one round pierced his soul, entering through the turret roof, blasting him and his tank into oblivion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another tank, miraculously evading all rounds, panicked, floored the accelerator, and fled with all its might toward the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding observed for a moment, then continued reporting in the combat group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Report artillery results: Target One destroyed, Target Two escaped, coordinates changing… request continued artillery strike…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh-shhh-shhh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief wait, dozens more white streaks appeared in the sky, screaming with death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom-boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, neither of the two tanks was lucky again—both were obliterated in deep craters, vehicles and men gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Targets Two and Three successfully destroyed, coordinates changing… request continued artillery strike…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of death came again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F***! Someone’s feeding them coordinates!” three seventh-middle-school Qi Refining students on the remaining tanks cursed: “Kill him first, or we’re all dead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taptaptap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three tank cannons roared, launching random high-explosive shells in all directions, uprooting swathes of forest; dual-purpose artillery machine guns fired nonstop, felling row after row of trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding immediately dropped to the ground, waiting until the aerial armor-piercing barrage passed before climbing back up the treetops to observe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Target Four destroyed, Target Five escaped… request continued artillery strike…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After swiftly reporting the coordinate change, he turned and fled without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, seconds later, over a dozen high-explosive shells launched from seventh-middle-school’s camp and other locations drowned the entire several-kilometer stretch of forest in fire and debris.\u003C\u002Fp>",1138,"2026-06-20T23:34:14.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","40e3c6e63e2a97a86e10f68b120d5f8a2bd1cc6998c4b5675e2eda8ab45fa580","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-95","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-93",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cover.jpg"]