Chapter 1675 - 1676: Emergency
Yang Fei nodded, feeling the blood rushing rapidly throughout his body.
The anger within him was like magma beneath the earth, ready to erupt at any moment.
"These Sang Country bastards will pay for their atrocities!"
On the phone, Xiao Xuanya's voice became faint and intermittent.
"Not good, my phone communication… has been… jammed."
"Li Wang Town has been… completely surrounded… before dawn, you must… get here fast…"
"Otherwise, the people here… will soon face… a massacre!"
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As she spoke, the phone was overwhelmed by static noise, and Xiao Xuanya's words could no longer be heard.
Yang Fei hung up the phone and took a deep breath.
The overwhelming anger made his chest throb in pain.
It felt like there was something filthy in his chest, neither vomitable nor swallowable.
His face turned purple with frustration, as a violent and savage aura expanded from his entire body.
Yang Fei thought of Shui Rou, of the countless shy young girls who stuffed flowers, fruits, and seafood into his arms.
And the white-haired, serene old people in Li Wang Town.
The innocent young boys running on the long stone streets.
Besides these, there were nearly a hundred Chinese merchants in Li Wang Town.
These people should not be trampled by the iron hooves of the Sang Country bastards, nor should they become sacrifices of war.
Yang Fei gritted his teeth, activated Turtle Extreme, and only then managed to quell his inner anger.
After that, Yang Fei took less than three minutes to formulate a battle plan.
He hurriedly issued orders in the Evil Dragon WeChat group.
"Everyone, assemble at He Songting in ten minutes."
Yang Fei's orders were brief, yet all the Evil Dragon Soldier Kings knew his temperament.
No matter how significant, it was no concern to him.
Once he became serious, it meant something more significant than heaven was at stake.
No questions, no jokes, everyone silently and efficiently executed the commands.
He Songting was three kilometers from Pinghu City; originally a place where the wealthy ventured out for a breath of fresh air.
However, at this moment, it had become the temporary gathering point for the Evil Dragon Soldier Kings.
The first to arrive was Fan Yi; his handsome, cool face showed no expression.
Behind Fan Yi was Mad Blade, followed by Long Xia, Three Swords.
The funniest, however, was Cui Xiang.
The guy was showering when he received Yang Fei's military order.
He had no choice but to dash over in half a bath, with soap bubbles all over his head.
Yang Fei smoked in the pavilion, the glowing end of the cigarette like a bright sun.
Which mirrored his current mood — impatient and angry.
The group stood outside the pavilion, smartly at attention, their formation neat, their demeanor soldier-like.
After a long time living a military life, these guys had become standard soldiers.
An air of iron-blood and backbone naturally emanated from them.
Yang Fei glanced at his watch, expressionless, and stood up, striding out of the pavilion.
He informed everyone of Xiao Xuanya's report.
All were shocked and angry yet controlled their emotions and looked at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei took a deep breath and spoke loudly.
"Our friends, our compatriots are about to face a life-and-death trial."
"The knives and guns in our hands will be their only path to survival."
"I hope at this moment we will fight, rescue, and shoulder our responsibilities."
Mad Blade, a battle maniac, had his eyes turn red upon hearing this.
"Instructor, say no more, just give the order."
"I at least shared a drink with Miss Shui Rou from the Red Shirt Army; we are friends."
"When friends are in trouble, how can we not aid them? Please, Instructor, give the mission now."
"These damned brats, committing heinous acts, slaughtering the innocent, today they'll pay with blood."
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The Evil Dragon Soldier Kings expressed their opinions one after another, eagerly looking at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei clapped his hands.
"Alright, we are destined to battle the Eight Gates Ninjas and the War God Alliance; let's start now."
He said, moving a large wooden box out of the pavilion, prying it open with a clatter.
Inside the box were a variety of gun parts and tens of thousands of golden bullets.
Mad Blade was delighted and gave Yang Fei a thumbs up.
"Instructor, so you were prepared long ago?"
Yang Fei smiled faintly.
"Coming into the wolf's lair, how could I be unprepared? I won't leave without making a hole in the sky."
He waved his hand, signaling the others to gather around.
"These have been prepared for long; choose your weapons for battle."
After Yang Fei finished, he gestured for Three Swords to come over.
"Three Sword Brother, the reconnaissance task is yours; we will use your intelligence to fight our way into Li Wang Town."
Three Swords nodded, saying cautiously, "Don't worry; leave it to me."
He nodded to everyone and disappeared into the darkness.
Yang Fei watched his big-headed, short figure dart away, his tense nerves relaxing slightly.
Three Swords was a standard martial artist, but since joining the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team.
After dozens of bloody battles, he had become an excellent scout.
While they talked, everyone had assembled their weapons from the parts in the box.
Cui Xiang slung the fearsome M134 Fire God Cannon across his chest, with golden ammo belts wrapped around him, looking mighty.
Fan Yi carried an automatic rifle but wrapped dense hemp thread around the handle of a triangular military spike.
For Fan Yi, the automatic rifle was not as powerful as the triangular military spike.
Mad Blade assembled a Barrett heavy sniper.
Currently, among the Evil Dragon Squad, apart from Yang Fei and Xiao Xuanya, Mad Blade was the designated sniper.
The other Evil Dragon Soldier Kings assembled weapons according to their taste and combat habits.
Some assembled automatic rifles, others M16 assault rifles, each carrying enough ammunition.
Additionally, everyone received alloy bulletproof vests, soldier combat recorders, daggers, triangular military spikes, even compressed rations, and other military supplies.
This batch of equipment was purchased by Yang Fei through the influence of Blood-cloth Tower from underground arms dealers, complete in variety.
Even Yang Fei hadn't expected they would be used so quickly.
Once assembled, everyone lined up neatly before Yang Fei.
Yang Fei's hawk-like eyes scanned from left to right, then he waved his hand.
"Forward!"
Suddenly, everyone moved, 12 men divided into several small teams, advancing quickly with mutual cover.
Pinghu City was less than 50 kilometers from Li Wang Town.
After advancing for just over ten minutes, the first piece of military intelligence came from Three Swords, responsible for reconnaissance.
The first village the Evil Dragon Squad encountered was called Shitan Village.
Shitan Village had become a ghost village, its indigenous residents completely slaughtered by the people of Sang Country.
At this moment, the Eight Gates Ninjas had heavily fortified Shitan Village.
This way, the Eight Gates Ninjas can block rescuers from the outside.
And inside, intercept any Redshirt Army remnants that might slip through.
Yang Fei, without any thought, gave the order.
"Pull out the thorns, attack Shitan Village, and finish the battle in ten minutes."