Chapter 1686 - 1687: King's Legion
On the Long Bridge, a piercing wail echoed.
Such a sound seemed incredibly fragile and helpless amid the roar of the heavy machine guns.
On the other side, Mad Blade's heavy machine gun also roared simultaneously.
Two heavy machine guns swept in a fan shape, tearing the charging enemies into piles of minced flesh in an instant.
Behind Mad Blade and Yang Fei, the Evil Dragon Squad quickly charged across the suspension bridge.
Every bullet they fired seemed to have eyes, directly targeting the enemies opposite.
This precision shooting was even more terrifying than the roar of the Big Viper Machine Gun wielded by Mad Blade and Yang Fei.
Even those hiding on one side of the bridge were inevitably blown open their heads.
And those fleeing in panic could not escape their precise shooting either.
Having experienced countless bloody battles, the Evil Dragon Squad had become an efficient war machine of slaughter.
In front of such a King's Troops, any enemy blocking them would turn into a heap of flesh.
Lake Heart Island, Eight Gates Ninja Headquarters, Conference Hall.
Miyamoto Taro watched as the position he had meticulously laid out was infiltrated by two guys, torn apart like a piece of paper.
His heart was bleeding!
No one dared to look at Miyamoto Taro's expression.
His eyes were nearly spitting fire, fists tightly clenched, voice hoarse and helpless.
"How could this happen? How is this possible?"
The War God Family Heads also stared in horror at the large screen, speechless.
The opponent's formidable combat power and elite military quality refreshed the War God Family Heads' understanding of this King's Troops with every passing second.
Although there were only a dozen of them, their elite fighting strength was comparable to a battalion, even a regiment.
Their powerful single combat ability, tacit cooperation, unbelievable combat methods, and fierce aura like tigers and wolves.
All this constituted an invincible King's Legion.
Invincible!
Yes, even unwilling to admit it.
But in the hearts of everyone present, the word emerged bitterly.
Miyamoto Taro sat in his chair, blankly staring at the screen.
On the screen, at the Ten Mile Shop's suspension bridge, flames soared up, thick smoke billowed, corpses lay sprawled everywhere, broken limbs scattered all around.
This was the fourth checkpoint Miyamoto Taro had laid out based on Ten Mile Shop's natural barrier.
Yet, in less than two minutes, the enemy swept through it, breaking through once again.
His expression was one of shock and helplessness, his body trembling all over.
Was such a King's Troops truly something human strength could thwart?
Miyamoto Taro suddenly found himself laughable.
The fishing plan he devised, did not catch a catfish but rather a Kunpeng soaring into the sky, spanning three thousand miles of water, and traversing the cosmos.
Such a colossal creature, did he actually hope to catch it?
Miyamoto Taro seemed to hear fate issuing a contemptuous laugh at him.
Just at this moment, Kimura Family Head walked up behind Miyamoto Taro.
He looked at Miyamoto Taro sympathetically, sighing deeply.
He, too, had once felt such desperation.
On that day, his clan's elite children were slaughtered in one fell swoop by that damned Big Beard.
Kimura Kougen also felt the urge to crash to death, unwilling to go on living.
Therefore, Kimura Kougen could particularly understand Miyamoto Taro's mood at this moment.
He patted Miyamoto Taro's shoulder.
"Honorable Sect Leader, victories and defeats are common for military strategists, let our War God Family handle the next battle?"
Miyamoto Taro abruptly turned around, sizing up Kimura Kougen.
"You? War God Family?"
Kimura Kougen nodded, taking a deep breath.
"As you can see, these people are not ordinary soldiers; they are peerless martial artists."
"These peerless martial artists, formed into a super soldier king, cannot be resisted by ordinary soldiers."
"Their physical abilities, senses, and brains have undergone three to four evolutions."
"Any modern firearm in their hands can unleash extraordinary destructive power."
"Simply put, they are no longer humans; they are gods."
Ghost Swordsman laughed coldly behind Kimura Kougen.
"Kimura Family Head, you mean to say, they are unbeatable, right?"
Kimura Kougen shook his head: "I don't mean that, but gods have their way of fighting."
"They are top martial artists, and within our War God Family, we also have a large number of top martial artists. Let us handle it, shall we?"
At this point, Kimura Kougen took a deep breath.
"The War God Family upholds the glory of its ancestors, for this land, even if we are shattered in battle, we will not shy away."
Kimura Kougen's voice was low, yet it revealed a sense of solemnity and poignancy.
Miyamoto Taro could not help but seriously regard Kimura Kougen.
At that moment, he finally realized the true power possessed by the War God Family, completely undeniable.
Miyamoto Taro stood up, looking around.
The eight War God Family Heads stood up from near and far, waiting for Miyamoto Taro to give orders.
The Eight Gates Ninja and War God Family were merely collaborators; Miyamoto Taro did not have the authority to command these distinguished family heads.
But at this moment, the Eight Great War God Family Heads had voluntarily listened to Miyamoto Taro's orders.
Miyamoto Taro deeply breathed, his eyes slightly red.
He solemnly bowed to everyone, his tone sincere and mournful.
"My esteemed guests, I had not hoped to trouble you with today's battle."
"However, the enemy is rampant; for the sake of country and nation, I must ask for your intervention, and I am ashamed."
The Eight Great War God Family Heads' eyes were resolute, their expressions steely.
"Order the Sect Leader."
The War God Alliance and Eight Gates Ninja had always been separate entities, never cooperating.
But at this moment, the force of the opponent compelled the two mighty factions to unite sincerely.
Miyamoto Taro nodded, engaging the military map on the plasma screen, starting to arrange tasks.
Ghost Swordsman lightly snorted at these significant figures, scoffing with disdain.
In Li Wang Town, the sound of artillery shells rumbled, plumes of smoke rose above the town.
So far, the enemy had attacked three times.
The only throat pathway at the town entrance had been bombarded by tanks three times, and the fortifications were completely destroyed.
However, Shui Rou and Xiao Xuanya had organized the Red Shirt Army, holding the line here for a whole hour.
Xiao Xuanya's sniping was unparalleled; within a kilometer radius, even high-ranking officers, flag bearers, and messengers were all shot in the head without exception.
Yet, despite this, she could not withstand the artillery fire of five heavy tanks.
The stone bridge had been seized and repaired by the enemy, and heavy tanks rumbled over the ground, charging down the long street.
Behind the tanks, countless soldiers swarmed, firing as they ran.
Over 500 Red Shirt Army soldiers fought for less than an hour, but more than a hundred were wounded or killed.
The Red Shirt Army was forced to retreat into the alleys, rebuilding fortifications and engaging in street fighting with the enemy.
Shui Rou's porcelain-white face was smudged black by smoke, a lock of hair stuck to her forehead with sweat and blood.
Her gaze remained determined, commanding calmly and fearlessly.
Xiao Xuanya held her Barrett Heavy Sniper, guarding by Shui Rou's side.
At this moment, Shui Rou had become the spiritual soul of the Red Shirt Army.
If anything were to happen to her, the battle would be truly lost.
Only now did Xiao Xuanya see Shui Rou in a new light.
This seemingly frail girl had a heart stronger than steel.
Though the battle situation was unfavorable, her command was orderly.
Attack, maneuver, cover, charge, retreat...
One instruction after another flowed from her mouth.
The previously deteriorating situation was stabilized enough to continue combat.
The fighting spirit of the Red Shirt Army also moved Xiao Xuanya.
Their firearms were outdated, almost relics from World War II, a pitiful sight.
Yet, the fearless courage they exploded with, indomitable, made the People of Sang Country tremble.