Plow the Courtyard, Sweep the Lair, and Crush All Before Them

In the past six months, the highest-ranking commander of the Kingdom of Siam in charge of the advance into the Golden Triangle has been replaced twice due to repeated operational errors.

The current commander is known for his cautious approach. Although he hasn't achieved any particularly outstanding results, he hasn't been overtaken by the enemy.

He didn't go to the front lines in person, but he stayed in Chiang Mai Province, which shows he had courage and composure.

Today, however, he was staring at the newly delivered documents in his office, his face filled with an indescribable complex expression.

"Is the source of this document reliable? The ambassador sent from North America actually agrees with the Mystic Kingdom's opinion?"

"Wasn't there a rumor a while ago that they wanted to win us over to resist the plan proposed by the Mystic Kingdom?!"

Such instructions typically require both paper and electronic documents.

The staff officer immediately replied, "We have already communicated and verified with Bangkok through multiple channels, including the internet and telephone, and we have reached a consensus on the content of the document; there are absolutely no problems."

The commander scratched his graying hair in frustration, then suddenly stood up, his knee knocking the chair behind him quite a distance away.

"We're here trying to choose sides, but these two seem to be in agreement—are they messing with us?!"

The staff officer, somewhat dissatisfied, asked, "So, how should we respond?"

"What else can I reply? Of course, I'll obey orders!"

The commander glared at him. "You know best whether you've taken bribes before. I'm usually quite tolerant of everyone, but you need to see the situation clearly. Those two families have actually joined forces to push this event forward."

"At this point, there's no room for any underhanded tactics. Go all out and complete the mission without any compromise!"

The staff officer's heart skipped a beat, and he saluted, saying, "Yes, sir!"

Similar scenarios have occurred in more than one place.

After suffering defeats in battle and stagnating for a full six months, the situation remained unresolved.

The armies of the three neighboring countries once again agreed on a time to join forces and advance into the heart of the Golden Triangle.

It hasn't rained lately, but it's always cloudy.

Smoke billowed into the sky, almost touching the dark clouds.

Amidst the mountains, the sounds of artillery bombardment and the gunfire of combat troops clashing back and forth between positions were incessant.

Fires, both accidental and intentional, were everywhere. Armed militants on the outskirts of the city had abandoned their original homes and were moving through the rainforest.

The bullet pierced through the banana leaf and exploded into blooming blood on the human body.

"How so?"

The leader of this so-called protection group, thinking that his drug manufacturing plant had probably been taken over, had bloodshot eyes filled with resentment.

"I just finished making a batch of ice, and those bastards got it all for free. What's wrong with them? How come their numbers and firepower are so fierce this time?"

"And what about Master Mengchai?!"

Suddenly, a colorful beetle the size of a human face fell from the jungle.

The group of armed men stared in horror at the beetle's back, at the human-face-like markings.

A black arrow pierced the beetle's body; its human face twisted, screamed, and then collapsed.

"The ancestors of the Ba People were sixteen shamans, Wu Xian moved the ancient mountains for the sake of the ruler..."

The head of the security force vaguely heard a language he didn't recognize and his expression faltered for a moment.

When he came to his senses, all the guards around him had been impaled on the ground, trees, and Shitou by black arrows.

That's right, there was actually an arrow that could pierce through a human body and then embed itself in rock, reaching a depth of six or seven centimeters.

Zheng Jing crouched on a horizontal branch of a large tree, shot an arrow at the head of the guard regiment, and then turned and ran among the tall tree canopy.

He was more agile than a monkey, weaving through the canopy of trees and quickly returning to the location of the drug manufacturing plant.

The Siam guarding the area saw him jump down and immediately saluted.

They didn't know the man's exact identity, but he was someone sent down from above to help.

Moreover, according to the customs of Kingdom of Siam, such a mysterious and powerful person who can kill a sorcerer must be an even more powerful sorcerer, and therefore deserves respect.

The officer guarding the area noticed him and his expression changed slightly.

"Besides cooperating in operations, I also have another task: to supervise you in taking inventory of all the equipment and raw materials here, transporting them back, and disposing of them in a unified manner."

As Zheng Jing finished speaking, he casually plucked a leaf from a tree and tapped it onto the bowstring.

Stretch!!

The officer only noticed a flash of green leaves and turned around to look.

A venomous snake was hanging on the wall, cut in half by green leaves.

The Siam forced a smile, "Of course, it's our duty."

The camera on Zheng Jing's chest faithfully recorded everything.

All the practitioners who accepted the mission at the Baosheng Temple market wore such cameras, not only to record the mission process, but also to facilitate calling for help.

The direction the Kingdom of Siam were responsible for searching was somewhat manageable.

On the other side in Kingdom of Pagan, they encountered very strong resistance, and the sorcerers who followed the army there were also in grave danger.

Armed militants were found ambushing and attacking these soldiers in the streets and towns of the city and countryside.

Among these people, some were as fierce as tigers and leopards, and more agile than antelopes. They could leap from walls, somersault and bound, and even when they had just run out of ammunition, they could easily snatch weapons from the enemy.

To ordinary soldiers, these men were like ghosts, appearing and disappearing as soon as the enemy turned a corner, and they would be shot in the back.

Fortunately, the command center, which oversees the entire operation via video, has already sent reinforcements.

An armed man, who had been injected with a lot of Spirit Blood, was charging forward excitedly, his face still covered in paint, when suddenly he felt the air darken.

A three-meter-tall armored figure fell down, and before the man could fire his gun, it grabbed his right arm.

The armed man, who was at least 1.9 meters tall, was thrown out like a rag doll and crashed into his comrade.

Both men suffered broken bones and crashed against the wall, falling silent.

Bang!!

The black and white armor suddenly tilted its head, a spark bursting from its shoulder, and the deformed bullet bounced off the armor.

The sniper on the distant rooftop cursed upon seeing this and was about to move when a bullet pierced through the concrete railing, leaving a large hole in his torso.

The holes in the cement still retain the high temperatures generated when the bullets passed through, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

On the street, the black-and-white armored figure held a long, heavy sniper rifle in one hand, the same weapon he had been carrying on his back.

Chen Taozhi's commando team was short-handed; originally, only five armored soldiers were sent here to provide support.

But after capturing a few people and extracting information, more people came to the area.

Yungu stood on the rooftop of the city's tallest building, overlooking the entire battlefield.

With the addition of the black and white armored soldiers, the militants' counterattack was quickly crushed, and the soldiers regrouped and advanced rapidly.

"They have already plowed their courtyards and swept their gates!"

Yungu exclaimed, "To plow the court and sweep away the cave—this is the true power of 'plowing the court and sweeping away the cave'!"

He jumped off the rooftop, landed outside the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor, smashed through the glass, and went inside.

Many things in the top-floor room had been ransacked, but the safe in the corner seemed to have remained unopened.

Yungu flicked out a wisp of wind, and after the safe was impacted, it immediately revealed a dense array of purple runes.

The talisman even covered the entire wall where the safe was located, thus reinforcing it.

"As expected of Sahong's methods."

Yungu stepped forward, then pressed his Cotton Palm against the safe, drawing it in with his palm and pulling it outwards.

He immediately tore down the door of the safe, revealing the stone tablet inside.

"Found it."

Yungu spoke to the camera on his chest.

On the other side of the camera signal, Chu Tianshu also saw the safe and the other half of the stone tablet.

He sat in the Baosheng Hall to oversee the overall situation.

Sun Buyuan was also beside him, and seeing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The matter of the Grotto-Heaven ruins can finally be resolved."

As soon as Sun Buyuan Matsushita, he couldn't help but twist his neck and pound his shoulder.

"That's strange. I didn't participate in any combat missions this time, so why do I feel so tired?"

Hearing this, Chu Tianshu smiled.

Although Dr. Sun did not participate in any combat missions, the success of the Baosheng Temple market and the rapid spread of its reputation were inseparable from his diagnostic skills.

However, identification is by no means an easy task.

Not only do you need to have that knowledge in your mind, but you also need to be able to immediately make connections when you see the actual object.

During this period, Dr. Sun worked only ten hours a day.

However, the mental and physical exertion required is probably comparable to working twenty hours a day.

"The market will continue, but there's no need to rush the appraisal process in the future."

Chu Tianshu said, "Even if no one has been selected to take over in China yet, Dr. Sun, you can get some more rest."

Sun Buyuan nodded, and with that nod, he did indeed feel a little sleepy.

However, a clap of thunder suddenly rang out outside.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

Sun Buyuan looked up and said softly, "After so many gloomy days, it's finally going to rain."

Chu Tianshu rubbed the Great Void Heavenly Eye in his hand and looked outside.

"Rain is bad for marching, but it's also good; it washes away the smoke of battle."

He left his seat, walked to the entrance of the main hall, and took a deep breath.

"The air will be much fresher after this rain."

Sun Buyuan said, "The Audit Bureau's attitude clearly shows that they feel cooperation with Sahong is a pipe dream, so they're simply trying to find a way to deepen cooperation with our Special Investigation Bureau. Their stance is certainly flexible."

"But that's not bad either. At this point, is it appropriate to release the evidence from that Bangkok reporter?"

Chu Tianshu was pondering the cultivation technique when, after being reminded, he nodded and said, "That's fine."

"Everyone's body cameras have captured a lot of evidence, which will be released gradually. I will ask the person in charge of publicity to help arrange the order."

The old forensic doctor stretched, a hint of relaxation appearing on his face.

This is how it should be; the Way is not far from man, and the law does not wrong man.

Sometimes the truth is powerless, not because the truth is wrong, but because the dust is too thick.

Fortunately, this rain has brought relief from the dust.

(End of this chapter)