Chapter 491: Ink Flame Evil Oil
Under Li Yuanba's golden hammer, the soldiers' spears were as fragile as dead branches and broke one after another.

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

"Hmph, come on, come on!"

Li Yuanba smiled naively, waving the golden hammer in his hand. Every swing seemed to mobilize the power of heaven and earth and tear the air into pieces.

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

Li Yuanba swung his hammer casually, causing dozens of casualties.

Those soldiers were either broken in the aftermath of the golden hammer or swept by the huge hammer shadow, becoming a bloody mess in an instant.

It can almost be said that if they touch them they will be injured, and if they are touched they will die. These soldiers' lives were completely used to delay Li Yuanba's steps.

However, even so, the soldiers of the Hongwu Ming army still did not retreat. They continued to fight and built a line of defense with their flesh and blood, trying to stop Li Yuanba's terrifying steps.

On the battlefield, the strong energy was everywhere and the light was brilliant.

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

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

Seeing this, Xu Da became secretly anxious.

If this continues, I am afraid that the Hongwu Ming army will be wiped out here.

However, he also understood that he could not retreat at this moment. He could only wave the command flag and command the soldiers to change their formation, trying to delay Li Yuanba's progress with flexible and changeable tactics.

"Form a formation and defend!"

Xu Da's voice penetrated the noise of the battlefield and reached the ears of every soldier.

He commanded them to quickly form defensive formations and build solid lines of defense with shields and weapons.

Although those defense lines were on the verge of breaking under Li Yuanba's terrifying attack, the casualties were at least reduced.

Seeing this, Xu Da felt relieved.

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

So he continued to wave the command flag and command the soldiers to deal with Li Yuanba.

However, even such heroic resistance could not change the situation on the battlefield.

Li Yuanba's terrifying power seemed to be able to devour everything, destroying the Hongwu Ming army's defense line bit by bit.

Although those soldiers fought bravely, they were unable to withstand Li Yuanba's overwhelming attack.

Countless figures gradually fell on the battlefield and turned into cold corpses.

"Ink Flame Moth Team, forward!"

Xu Da, who was standing in front of the Yellow Turbans' formation, was silent for a moment as he watched Li Yuanba slaughtering people indiscriminately in the field. He then resolutely gave the order.

Obviously, in this world with the powerful battlefield weapon called Gangqi War God, ordinary armies are not short of means to deal with this kind of Gangqi War God.

At this time, following Xu Da's order, a special team slowly walked out of the Yellow Turban formation.

They wore black robes embroidered with intricate patterns unique to the Mohist school. These patterns looked like flowing flames or ancient runes. The robes were made of a tough texture that could withstand certain attacks, and also flutter in the wind when they moved, like the flag of the god of death.

The black battle patterns on their faces symbolize that they have put their lives at risk. The equipment they carry is even more unique. They hang special kerosene pots on their waists. These kerosene pots are carefully made by Mohist craftsmen. They are dark black in appearance and engraved with complex runes. These runes are said to enhance the power of kerosene.

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

There are also special iron chains tied on the arms, which can be used as weapons and to restrain the enemy at critical moments.

On their legs are tied the specially made light armor of the Mohist school, which is both light and strong, making them even more powerful on the battlefield.

The most eye-catching thing is the huge Mohist mechanical backpack they carry on their backs.

This backpack is not only loaded with the Moyan Evil Oil they need, but also contains various secret techniques of the Mohist School.

At critical moments, they can activate the mechanism in their backpacks to spray the Ink Flame Evil Oil onto the enemy at an alarming speed, triggering a devastating fire storm.

The Mo Flame Evil Oil originated from the secret teachings sealed up by the Mohist School among the Hundred Schools of Thought. It was sealed up by the Mohist School because it was too poisonous, but now it appears in the hands of the Taiping Sect.

The method of refining it is extremely strange and requires the gathering of hundreds of techniques to obtain this one drop of evil oil that is as red as ink and as hot as fire.

Once the evil black oil touches your body, it will be like a maggot attached to your bones and is difficult to remove.

This fire is not an ordinary fire. It uses flesh and blood as fuel and the energy of heavenly energy as help, and it burns endlessly.

Once an enemy general is infected, his internal energy will quickly melt like ice and snow meeting the sun.

Moreover, this fire has an even more amazing feature: it can use human flesh and blood as fuel, intensifying the burning process and making it extremely difficult to extinguish, until the enemy is burned to charcoal.

The pain is so intense that it cannot be described in words. It is like being eaten by thousands of ants and cut by thousands of knives.

Members of the suicide squad who use the "Ink Flame Evil Oil" must first pour kerosene on themselves. The pain is indescribable, as if every inch of their skin is being torn by flames.

However, they resolutely chose this road of no return, just to die together with the enemy generals, paying the price of their lives in exchange for victory on the battlefield.

Like a moth flying into a flame, even though they know they will die, they still go forward without hesitation.

This death squad was therefore called the "Ink Flame Moth Squad" in the Taiping Sect.

There are a group of refugees inside who have lost their families and homes in the war and have become the walking corpses.

There were also some extremely vicious hooligans who bullied men and women, and Zhu Yuanzhang took them from the Taiping Sect.

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

Just treat it as waste.

"not good!"

At this time, Li Shimin, who was in the rear, saw a troop of soldiers dressed entirely in black robes slowly walking out from the front of the Yellow Turban formation, and he suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

His eyes were sharp as 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 bandits' intentions, and his expression changed slightly.

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

Li Xiuning was also an outstanding commander with extraordinary battlefield insight. She quickly noticed the abnormalities on the battlefield.

The two siblings have fought side by side for many years and have a deep understanding of each other. Li Xiuning understood without much explanation.

(End of this chapter)