Sun Guangmin was not so happy. It is not sure whether this formation will work or not, so he said lightly: "General Xiang, hurry up and practice."

"The subordinate understands that the formation can be practiced tonight."

While speaking, the voice of the fat Taoist priest came from outside: "Young commander, there is news about that monster Hanba."

"Come in and talk."

The fat Taoist priest walked into the house and said in a low voice: "Someone saw the Hanba on the top of Longshan Mountain. It was last night. Maybe the Hanba is in Longshan tonight."

"Well, let's get ready and go fight that Hanba tonight."

……

At the same time, in Marshal Sun's room, Sun Yaoying and Sun Guangshou were talking.

Sun Guangshou said in a low voice: "There is something wrong with my younger brother. He was not so diligent before. Father, what do you think?"

Sun Yaoying raised her head slightly, showing thoughtful eyes, thought for a while, and then nodded slightly: "Well, it is indeed a little different, since we went to steal the Queen's Mausoleum last time, Guangmin's personality seems to have changed after we came back. .”

A voice suddenly came from outside: "Commander, Company Commander Yang is here."

"Let him in."

A gentlemanly officer wearing glasses walked in, and after closing the door, Sun Yaoying asked, "How is it? What has Guangmin been doing recently?"

"Young Marshal is trying to figure out a way to deal with the drought, and went to the city to inspect the plague in the afternoon."

"Has Guangmin met any outsiders in the past few days?" Sun Yao asked again with a cold English tone.

"I only have contact with Dr. Li of Renshengtang, and the people in the city. There is nothing unusual."

"I see, you continue to monitor him for me, and report any abnormalities at any time."

"Yes, sir."

After Company Commander Yang left, Sun Guangshou said softly: "Father, we must quickly regain the military power. My younger brother has been worthless since he was a child. We cannot let this army be destroyed by him."

Sun Yaoying's gaze was like a torch, and she nodded slightly: "Well, I know it well."

As the saying goes, wealth and honor are just different types of power. Sun Yaoying is a generation of tyrants, he is cruel and cunning, and the loss of military power after being seriously injured has always made him worry about it.

Now that he has noticed that his second son has some abnormalities, he will naturally continue to investigate, so he sent someone to monitor him every day.

……

Three nights later, Sun Guangmin led hundreds of soldiers to the top of Longshan Mountain. The fat Taoist priest carried a mahogany sword and a compass in his hand, and kept looking around.

In front of a dense forest, the compass in the hands of the fat Taoist priest turned rapidly, causing the fat Taoist priest to call out: "I found it, Hanba should be hiding behind the forest."

Sun Guangmin drew his pistol and said to the people around him, "Send my order, walk through the woods, and walk lightly."

Everyone walked into the woods one after another, they all walked lightly, trying not to make any noise.

After passing through the woods, everyone saw that there was a flat ground behind the woods. Under the moonlight, a monster that looked like a long-armed monkey was sitting on the ground.

The fat Taoist reminded: "That's Hanba, a zombie of a higher level than Red Zombie."

Hanba's whole body was black, his skin was shriveled, he seemed to have no muscles, only a layer of skin stuck to his face, his two hands were very long, but his whole face was extremely ugly, looking hideous and terrifying.

Sun Guangmin ordered in a low voice: "Get the ink fountain line ready and try to trap it."

The fat Taoist questioned: "Young commander, I'm afraid the ink fountain line can't deal with Hanba."

"Try it, if it doesn't work, I have other ways."

As he spoke, Sun Guangmin waved his hand to the soldiers behind him. Everyone understood this gesture, which meant slowly approaching and surrounding the target.

Everyone walked lightly and slowly towards the Hanba, but when they were more than ten meters away from the Hanba, they were still discovered by the Hanba.

Han Yan looked at the crowd, stood up, and let out an angry roar.

"superior."

At the same time, Sun Guangmin issued an order.

More than a dozen soldiers of the Death Squad, holding the ink fountain line very tacitly, quickly moved towards Hanba to double-team.

Hanba moved slowly, and his reaction seemed a little sluggish. He only moved a few times before he was entangled in the ink fountain thread.

It's just that the ink fountain line that was originally used for blood corpses was useless to Han Yan. Han Yao broke free from the ink fountain line, suddenly accelerated, and rushed towards the soldiers beside him.

The Hanba is extremely powerful and has sharp claws, grabbing the soldiers' bodies like a steel knife chopping watermelons, tearing the two soldiers apart in an instant.

"Protect the young marshal." The fat Taoist suddenly called out.

All the soldiers stood in front of Sun Guangmin, all raising their rifles.

More than a dozen members of the Death Squad suffered heavy casualties. Everyone was caught once or twice by Hanba, and their limbs were immediately mutilated and bloody.

"Bang" gunshots sounded.

I don't know who fired the first shot, and then the gunshots erupted collectively, all of them hit Hanba's body, but it didn't have any effect. Hanba's body was as hard as steel, and the bullets couldn't hurt a single hair of it.

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