Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery-Chapter 101 - 94 Siege and Sweep_1

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Boom!

Boom boom!

One round of artillery fire was not enough; three consecutive volleys of grenade bombardment took place, each grenade capable of covering an area of hundreds of meters in radius, essentially reaching every nook and cranny within a few kilometers.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Jiang Ding clumsily crawled out from a pile of earth and rocks lifted by the shockwave, his arm blown off once again. This was due to him keeping his distance, having never gotten close.

And then there was the most important factor: luck.

"Damn!"

"I’m just a lowly foot soldier, and you guys are using so many shells to cover an area with bombardment. The logistics department is going to have you up in military court for this!"

Swearing, Jiang Ding felt that the "Art of Small Concealment" could still be operated normally and hurriedly retreated toward the back.

After traveling several kilometers, he could hear the sound of tank engines from a distance, followed by the sight of several tanks pushing their way through the jungle.

Having suffered heavy losses, the command center of No.7 High School ordered them to return, to avoid being wiped out in one fell swoop.

This meant they were going to fully commit to the Turtle Tactics, never to come out again no matter what.

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"Battalion command, coordinates... request artillery fire..."

Jiang Ding subconsciously communicated, reporting their coordinates up the chain.

"Awesome!"

Hua Bing and the others were even more pleasantly surprised.

Whiz whiz whiz!

Before long, the sky was once again filled with a dense pattern of trajectories as dozens of armor-piercing shells tore through the air.

"That bastard isn’t dead!"

The team leader of this tank squad was the class leader of Class 3 at No.7 High School, who cursed, "How the hell are those guys targeting? Three rounds of grenade bombardment from a dozen tanks and they still didn’t hit him!"

"Find a way to kill him first!"

As the six tanks tried their best to maneuver and evade, grenade launchers and magic weapon machine guns fired randomly in all directions while distributing radar waves in assigned directions for continuous scanning.

Entire patches of forest were destroyed, revealing the earthy yellow ground beneath.

Boom boom!

Under the intensive coverage of dozens of armor-piercing shells, two tanks from No.7 High School maneuvering to evade were destroyed, and large plumes of smoke billowed up.

"Have you found him?"

The Class 3 leader couldn’t care less about looking at the two destroyed tanks and shouted in the communication channel.

"No!"

"This bastard must have cultivated the ’Minor Concealing Breath Technique’ to a level above major achievement. I know this bastard’s name now."

"It’s all Li Tie’s fault! If he could come out, this kid would have no chance of escaping. A Qi Practicing Level 8 cultivator hiding in his lair, sending us out to our deaths, isn’t he ashamed?"

A few started cursing directly in the communication group, naming names.

Whiz whiz whiz!

Another round of dozens of armor-piercing shells came down. Under the heavy concentrated fire, one more tank was destroyed, and the remaining people became increasingly desperate. They could only vent their frustrations by repeatedly firing at the surrounding forest, their firepower growing weaker.

After three more rounds of bombardment, the area quieted down, leaving only the ground covered in gunpowder smoke and deep shell craters.

Jiang Ding clutched his broken arm, feeling somewhat tired, and found a large rock that partially covered the sky to hide under. He sat cross-legged and circulated his inner energy, preventing his injury from deteriorating further.

Several hours later, a large force removing No.7 High School’s heavy machine-gun strongholds arrived, stopping seventy kilometers from the No.7 High School stronghold, sending people to meet Jiang Ding.

"Your score for this practical battle is definitely going to be high."

Hua Bing praised, placing a hand on his shoulder as a pale green light flickered.

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More than ten minutes later, the healing was over.

Jiang Ding flexed his arm, which was intact but pale, with fragile connections at the bones. The arm was riddled with delicate fractures from the two injuries, looking as if it were a piece of porcelain pieced together.

He closed his eyes to perform an inner view.

"Damn it! Many tiny meridians are completely severed."

Jiang Ding cursed his bad luck—if he experienced several more battles like this in reality, he’d end up permanently fixed in the Xiantian phase of martial artists.

"Do you think I’m a Golden Pill Monk or what!"

Hua Bing gave him a disdainful look. The meridians required by the "Eagle Taking Flying Technique" were too small—she could hardly see them, let alone repair and connect them.

Then, she became serious.

"The next battle will take place about forty kilometers away from No.7 High School’s camp, where we will establish a new camp and set up a First-Order Electromagnetic Induction Fluctuation Formation. It will crush No.7 High School’s cultivators in the scanning range and precision of the infantry spirit sonar."

"For this reason, we need to sweep the thirty-kilometer radius of forest around the place where the formation is going to be laid out, to prevent us from being bombarded by probably only eight or nine tank shells while we are in the middle of constructing the formation."

The range of the Level-One Infantry Lingzi Radar on the tanks is thirty kilometers. As long as we keep beyond this distance, No.7 High School students can’t obtain intelligence through the radar and can only rely on drones visible to the naked eye and the students in the Internal Qi Realm who have to risk their lives to pass on information from pre-dug holes.

"Your job is to do this, leading the remaining forty-three Taoist Soldiers to accomplish this task. Call for fire support when you need it."

Jiang Ding rubbed his wrist.

"Alright."

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Within the forest,

The forty-three cultivators from the Liyun Sect were spread out, fifty meters apart, forming a line over one thousand five hundred meters. They scanned each hole and suspected breathing spot inch by inch with their Divine Sense.

Whenever they found something, a flurry of flying swords would drill in, and within a few flashes, they could easily kill the martial artists from No.7 High School, usually before they could even pull the trigger.

The stealth techniques of the cultivators were beyond their ability to detect.

Occasionally, screams rang out, only to quickly fall silent again as the bloodstained flying swords returned.

Jiang Ding, hand on the sword hilt, silently followed the Liyun Sect cultivators as they cleared out the students from No.7 High School. He didn’t make a move, staying alert for a possible surprise attack from No.7 High School’s Taoist Soldiers.

Taoist Soldiers couldn’t hide from the radar, but they could lie in wait in dugouts like the No.7 High School students, and a sudden attack could still happen.

However, no such incident had occurred so far.

Cultivators moved with incredible speed, and several hours passed.

"Immortal envoy, we have finished clearing all the enemies we could find."

Qian Tongyi and the others returned and reported respectfully, no longer showing their previous disdain for mortals.

"Thank you for your hard work, seniors."

Jiang Ding politely responded.

Meanwhile,

Under the supervision and design of Li Junhao and others, all Qi Practicing Phase students, except those remaining on guard, were involved in the construction of the First-Order Electromagnetic Induction Fluctuation Formation.

Surveying the earth’s veins, examining the distribution of spiritual energy, and high terrain; arranging and connecting the Formation instruments—all of these tasks are incredibly complex for any large-scale array construction, and it’s common for them to take dozens of days or even months to complete.

However, with people like Hua Bing and Li Junhao, who had received an excellent education at Xianmen High School, it was different.

Many of the earth vein data points, which to outside realm array masters seemed extremely complex and required gradual calculation, could be dealt with in at most an hour through the cooperation of multiple people.

The placement of Formation instruments was the same, not just crudely hammered in. They had to be compatible with the earth veins, spiritual energy distribution, and perfectly interlocked with other array patterns. An Array Master normally would take a long time to calculate before each insertion, and smooth over the array’s fluctuations with mana after placing each instrument.

People like Hua Bing, having been assigned their respective instruments and calculating in unison, could hammer in the instruments when the time came, setting up the formation at a rapid pace.

One could say that each of these people was the kind of assistant that every array master and alchemist in the outer realm dreamt of having. With multiple people, the efficiency of setting up formations and the alchemy process could be increased by several folds.