Three hours of forced march had thoroughly exhausted the newly released old ancestors who were following young master Lin.
Finally, Zhang Dabiao came to report, "Marshal, we are at the Valley of the Undead. According to the plan, we will rest our troops here and await further orders."
Lin Zhan nodded and said, "Tell the logistics and engineers to establish defensive facilities around the valley. Our first defensive battle will be fought here."
"Yes." Zhang Dabiao saluted and went to make arrangements.
Lin Zhan walked towards Tie Lao Si, who was strolling over, and asked, "Fourth Brother, do all the sons of the Iron-Eating Beasts know that technique to shrink their size?"
Tie Lao Si nodded, "Of course. It's a compulsory course in our family and one of our survival skills. After all, we are very sensitive to treasures, and if our size is too large, many hiding places for treasures become inaccessible."
Lin Zhan's eyes flickered, and he asked again, "Fourth Brother, your bears aren't afraid of heights, are they?"
Tie Lao Si was stunned for a moment, then said with disdain, "Are you kidding me? These bear cubs of ours are all genuine Iron-Eating Beast Kings. Each of them has experienced hundreds of battles and are seasoned warriors. How could they be afraid of heights?"
Lin Zhan was overjoyed to hear this and couldn't help but lament that these "bear-fools" were indeed practical people... or rather, practical bears.
"Haha, the sons of the Tie family are all admirable. Fourth Brother, the Iron-Eating Beast Kings of ours seem to have strong defenses. They should be fine falling from a great height, right?"
Tie Lao Si's expression immediately turned displeased upon hearing this: "What are you implying, brother? We are Iron-Eating Beasts. With our defenses, even if you fall from ten thousand meters high, you won't get hurt."
Tie Lao Si said this while shaking his plump 'delicate body'.
Young master Lin's eyes flickered instantly, and he took out 4,000 jars of millennia-old spirit wine and handed them to Tie Lao Si: "Fourth Brother, one jar for each son. Let them drink first, and the rest are for you and your elder brothers. Oh, and tell the sons to shrink down. When the time comes, you can directly sit on the Wind God Wyverns and smash down from a thousand meters high."
Tie Lao Si was taken aback, then happily accepted the spirit wine and said, "Brother, your mind is truly brilliant. With the physique of our sons, smashing down from a thousand meters high will at least kill a large number of enemies."
And thus, the first airborne special forces corps of Iron-Eating Beasts under Grand Marshal Lin was born.
Grand Marshal Lin had initially intended to save on aerial bombs, but he never expected this to form a formidable force in the future.
After all, these drunken, thick-skinned "bear-hustlers," with their hundred-meter-long bodies, could directly smash a large number of enemy troops when dropped from a height of 3,000 meters, followed by a spray of flames all around, and then engage in indiscriminate combat.
Except for those who looked like him, they could all be beaten down.
Grand Marshal Lin had no intention of airdropping any other creatures anyway. These "bear-fools," no matter how much they drank, could still recognize his black and white coloration.
After successfully tricking the Iron-Eating Beasts, Grand Marshal Lin cast his wicked gaze upon the two silly birds brought by Xuan Yi... no, the two Xuan Birds.
With a wave of his hand, young master Lin took out two giant weapon belts, each laden with 30 Black Hole Bombs, size 5.
These were brought by the young Daoist priest to Lin Zhan early that morning.
Witnessing the 60 Black Hole Bombs, everyone present was so terrified that their legs began to tremble. The four brothers, Xuan Shang, exchanged glances and immediately embraced Lin Zhan, anxiously saying, "Zhan'er, tell your ancestors if there's anything. Please don't do anything drastic. It's just that old fellow Cao Yu hit you. When we go back, we brothers will complain to the Ancestor for you and ensure that old fellow gets punished. You are still young, you shouldn't do this."
Young master Lin roared with grief and indignation, "Today, anyone who stops me will not be spared. I must let everyone hear the sound of an explosion. What, I don't care about my face? How can I lead my brothers in the future, and how can I have the face to be an elder brother?"
Zhu Gui, standing nearby, shouted impatiently, "Old Ancestor Cao Yu, why were you talking about such nonsensical things? Didn't you know he has a bad memory and a mental illness?"
He then quickly said to Lin Zhan, "Zhan'er, calm down. Don't worry, your Old Ancestor Zhu Ren and I are about to ascend to the Imperial Throne. As long as our human race's destiny is sufficient, after your Old Ancestor Zhu Ren and I ascend to the Imperial Throne, coupled with your Old Ancestor Shang Tang, we three guarantee to teach that old fellow Cao Yu a lesson."
Lin Zhan was stunned. "What the heck, this is an unexpected gain! I really didn't mean it this way."
It seemed that Old Ancestor Cao Yu had poor interpersonal relationships, which led everyone to take this opportunity to teach him a lesson.
"Then I'll trust the ancestors for now. This matter (＾－＾)v is only because of the ancestors' faces. Otherwise, I would definitely make a sound."
Zhu Gui and the others quickly nodded and said, "Yes, yes, our Zhan'er is the most reasonable. This is all the fault of that old fellow Cao Yu. Is it okay to hit people just because you're an Emperor?"
Di Xin saw that Lin Zhan's plan was working and immediately said, "Zhan'er, get me a hundred or so Black Hole Bombs tomorrow. I'll go and scare that old fellow Cao Yu too."
Zhu Gui glared at Di Xin and kicked him away, "Damn it, whose son are you trying to kill? If you want to die, go far away and don't loiter in front of me."
Di Xin shook his dazed head and got up, "What the heck, you old scoundrels are showing favoritism!"
After much discussion, Lin Zhan reduced the number of Black Hole Bombs on each weapon belt from 30 to 10.
Under the pressure of a group of powerful figures, the two foundation-level Grand Shang Xuan Birds tremblingly donned two weapon belts, each with 10 Black Hole Bombs.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit tense, Lin Zhan, out of good intentions, said, "Don't worry, two Ancestors, 20 Black Hole Bombs won't kill a foundation-level expert."
Hearing Lin Zhan's words, the two Grand Shang Xuan Birds finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt at ease.
"At most, you'll lose an arm or a leg. Your life will definitely be saved. You two Ancestors can rest assured."
Seeing that the two Xuan Birds were no longer worried, young master Lin kindly reminded them again.
"Damn it, this kid is really inhuman! He's made even me, who has a good temper, curse."
The two Xuan Birds exchanged glances and grumbled.
After finishing his schemes against the Iron-Eating Beasts and the Grand Shang Xuan Birds, Grand Marshal Lin once again cast his lewd gaze over everyone's faces.
Anyone who felt Lin Zhan's gaze quickly lowered their head.
After sweeping his gaze around, Lin Zhan suddenly shouted, "What the heck, where are the dogs?"