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Chapter 487 Ink Flame Evil Oil

The soldiers' spears were as fragile as withered branches under Li Yuanba's golden hammer, and they all broke.

Under Li Yuanba's hammer blows, the body, made of flesh and blood, flew apart like rags, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

"Hmph, come on, come on!"

Li Yuanba grinned foolishly, wielding his golden hammer. Each swing seemed to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, tearing the air to shreds.

Although the soldiers of the Hongwu Ming army fought bravely, they were as fragile as paper in the face of Li Yuanba's terrifying power and collapsed at the first touch.

With a casual swing of his hammer, Li Yuanba caused casualties of dozens of people.

The soldiers were either shattered by the aftershocks of the golden hammer or struck by the massive hammer shadow, instantly becoming bloody and mangled.

It was almost as if a mere graze would result in injury, and a single contact would be fatal; these soldiers were essentially being used to slow down Li Yuanba's advance.

However, even so, the soldiers of the Hongwu Ming army did not retreat. They went forward one after another, using their flesh and blood to build lines of defense, trying to stop Li Yuanba's terrifying advance.

On the battlefield, powerful energy surged and shone brightly.

Each of Li Yuanba's hammer blows seemed to stir up the wind and clouds. The huge golden hammer seemed to be able to tear space apart, bringing a sense of oppression as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were sinking.

Although the soldiers of the Hongwu Ming army were numerous, they were like candles in a storm before Li Yuanba's terrifying power, and could be blown out at any moment.

Seeing this, Xu Da felt secretly anxious.

If this continues, I fear the entire Ming army under Hongwu will be wiped out here.

However, he also understood that he could not back down at this moment. He could only wave his command flag and direct his soldiers to change formations, trying to delay Li Yuanba's advance with flexible and varied tactics.

"Form ranks and defend!"

Xu Da's voice pierced through the clamor of the battlefield and reached the ears of every soldier.

He commanded them to quickly form defensive formations, building strong defensive lines with shields and weapons.

Although those defensive lines were easily breached by Li Yuanba's terrifying attacks, the casualties were at least reduced.

Seeing this, Xu Da felt somewhat relieved.

Although the Hongwu Ming army could not defeat Li Yuanba, they could at least temporarily delay his advance and buy time for the rear.

So he continued to wave his command flag, directing his soldiers to fight against Li Yuanba.

However, even such valiant resistance could not change the course of the battle.

Li Yuanba's terrifying power seemed capable of devouring everything, gradually destroying the Ming army's defenses.

Although the soldiers fought bravely, they could not withstand Li Yuanba's overwhelming offensive.

Countless figures fell on the battlefield, turning into cold corpses.

"Inkflame Moth Squad, advance!"

Xu Da, standing at the forefront of the Yellow Turban army, watched Li Yuanba slaughtering everyone in the field, remained silent for a moment, and then resolutely gave the order.

Clearly, in this world where powerful war gods possess such formidable battlefield weapons, ordinary armies are not lacking in methods to counter these war gods.

At this moment, following Xu Da's command, a special team slowly emerged from the Yellow Turban formation.

They wore black robes embroidered with intricate patterns characteristic of the Mohist school. These patterns resembled flowing flames or ancient runes. The robes were made of a tough material, capable of withstanding a certain amount of attack.

It can also flutter in the wind as they move, like the banner of death.

Their faces were painted with black battle markings, symbolizing that they had disregarded their own lives.

Their equipment was also quite unique. They carried specially made oil canisters on their waists, which were meticulously crafted by the artisans of the Mohist school. These canisters were dark black in color and engraved with intricate runes, which were said to enhance the power of the oil.

The opening of the kerosene can is designed to be extremely small and is only opened when in use to prevent accidental leakage of kerosene.

Special iron chains were also tied to his arms, which could be used as weapons or to restrain enemies in critical moments.

Their legs were fitted with specially made light armor by the Mohists. This light armor was both lightweight and sturdy, giving them an edge on the battlefield.

What is most striking is the enormous Mohist mechanical backpack they carry on their backs.

This backpack not only contained the Mo Flame Evil Oil they needed, but also concealed various mechanisms and secret techniques of the Mo family.

At critical moments, they can activate the mechanism in their backpacks to spray the Ink Flame Evil Oil onto their enemies at an astonishing speed, unleashing a devastating firestorm.

The Ink Flame Evil Oil originated from a secret technique sealed away by the Mohist school among the Hundred Schools of Thought. It was sealed away by the Mohist school because it was too vicious, but now it has appeared in the hands of the Taiping Cult.

Its refining method is extremely strange and requires the mastery of a hundred techniques to obtain this single drop of black, fiery, and evil oil.

Once the evil oil of the Ink Flame touches the body, it is like a maggot clinging to the bone, difficult to remove.

Once the evil oil of the Ink Flame touches the body, it is like a maggot clinging to the bone, difficult to remove.

Its fire is no ordinary fire; it is fueled by blood and flesh, aided by powerful energy, and burns incessantly.

Once an enemy general is tainted, his protective aura will melt away as quickly as ice and snow meeting the sun.

Moreover, this fire has another peculiarity: it can use human flesh and blood as fuel to intensify the burning, making it extremely difficult to extinguish until the enemy is burned to charcoal.

The pain was so intense that it could not be described in words; it was like ten thousand ants gnawing at the heart or a thousand knives cutting the body.

Suicide squad members who use "Ink Flame Evil Oil" must first pour the oil over themselves, and the pain is indescribable, as if every inch of their skin is being torn apart by flames.

However, they resolutely chose this path of no return, determined to perish together with the enemy general, sacrificing their lives for victory on the battlefield.

Like moths drawn to a flame, they know they will die, yet they still go without hesitation.

This suicide squad was therefore known within the Taiping Cult as the "Ink Flame Moth Squad".

It contains a group of refugees whose families were destroyed and who were reduced to the living dead during the war.

There were also some vicious and ruthless hooligans who bullied men and women, whom Zhu Yuanzhang recruited from the Taiping Sect.

After being meticulously prepared, they were all thrown into the suicide squad - "Ink Flame Moth Squad".

It's just a way to make use of waste.

"not good!"

At this moment, Li Shimin, who was behind, saw a troop of soldiers dressed entirely in black robes slowly walking out from the front of the Yellow Turban formation, and a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

With keen eyes, he carefully examined the equipment and momentum of the team. As the "General of Heavenly Strategy," Li Shimin's battlefield acumen was naturally extraordinary.

In just a moment, he understood the Yellow Turban rebels' intentions, and his expression changed slightly.

He turned his head to look at his sister Li Xiuning beside him and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Li Xiuning, also an outstanding commander, possessed exceptional battlefield insight, and she quickly noticed the anomalies on the battlefield.

The siblings had fought side by side for many years and had a deep understanding of each other. Without needing to say much, Li Xiuning already understood.