Chapter 1689 - 1690: Massacre
"The ones who are going to kill you."
Behind the fat man, a handsome guy said coldly, his strikingly handsome face was both cold and cool.
As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight men suddenly sprang out from the dense jungle.
Each of them held a rifle or submachine gun, aiming at this squad of 50, surrounding them completely.
The captain was terrified and raised his hands.
"Don't shoot, we... we are just following orders, please."
The captain knelt down, and the little remaining will to fight in the others melted away like snow in the sun.
Everyone dropped their guns and knelt on the ground.
Cui Xiang, holding the Fire God Cannon, hesitated for a moment and turned to glance at Yang Fei.
Bam!
Yang Fei directly fired, the bullet piercing the captain's head who was kowtowing on the ground, exploding it instantly.
Cui Xiang no longer hesitated, gritting his teeth, and the Fire God Cannon unleashed bullets like a metal storm.
More than 3000 rounds per minute cascaded like a raging fire dragon, sweeping through the squad of 50.
As Yang Fei and Cui Xiang opened fire, the others followed suit.
Bullets seemed to find their targets, straight at the sentries.
In a blink, this group fell like autumn harvested rice, bodies scattered everywhere, blood flowing like rivers.
It took merely seconds of shooting for this crowd to become corpses, lying on the ground in a particularly gruesome state.
Not far away, barking military dogs were also shot dead, lying on the ground.
This slaughter lasted only seconds, yet left the enemy completely wiped out.
Cui Xiang ceased fire, looking at the scattered piles of flesh and blood on the battlefield, feeling a bit nauseous.
Yang Fei walked over, smiling faintly.
"How about it? Do you find fault with me for killing captives?"
Cui Xiang nodded, saying honestly, "A little bit."
Yang Fei's smile turned slightly colder.
"It's because you don't know the harshness of the battlefield."
"You see them killing commoners without the slightest hesitation; in war, it's either you die or I perish. These beasts don't deserve pity."
Saying this, Yang Fei looked at Cui Xiang with profound meaning.
"Sometimes, mercy towards the enemy is cruelty to oneself."
Cui Xiang nodded again.
In fact, countless battles had already turned this honest man into a bona fide iron-blooded warrior, and he understood these truths.
At that moment, a message came through the public communication channel from Three Swords.
"Instructor, folks from the War God Alliance are arriving, should we evacuate immediately?"
Throughout the battle, Three Swords didn't participate.
However, his message was crucial for the Evil Dragon Squad.
Yang Fei furrowed his brows, about to order a full withdrawal.
However, as his eyes fell on the myriad corpses, inspiration struck, and he laughed aloud.
It was clear that the people from the War God Alliance Family, arriving at this moment, intended to rendezvous with the soldiers at the sentry station and have a go with the Evil Dragon Squad.
Yet, little did they know, the Evil Dragon Squad had already wiped out all the guards.
These guys arriving now, weren't they walking into a tiger's mouth?
Thinking of these guys being ambushed unexpectedly by the Evil Dragon, Yang Fei danced with joy.
Mad Blade saw the malicious delight in his laughter, walked over, and slapped Yang Fei's shoulder heavily.
"What, did you think of another wicked scheme?"
Yang Fei laughed heartily, pointing at the widespread corpses.
"If the War God Alliance guys arrive now, what do you think will happen if we pose as sentries?"
Everyone looked at him with devilish smiles, understanding Yang Fei's intent, feeling chills on their spine.
The Chief Instructor is truly wicked!
Such sinister plots, truly condemnable!
The head of the Herudan Family, aged 51, had sunken cheeks with eyes sharp like a hawk.
Personally leading the Herudan elite offspring from the Eight Gates Ninja headquarters, he rushed toward the sentry station.
The Herudan Family was a heroic War God Family.
Since the last century, when Sang Country invaded Huaxia, the Herudan Family achieved outstanding military success for the Sang Nation Military.
In the National Temple, one spirit tablet belonged to a Herudan Ancestor.
This time, the head of Herudan Family brought 30 disciples, the best of the sect, going all out.
Both for the Herudan Family and the War God Alliance, this expedition was of extremely significant importance.
Over the years, the Eight Gates Ninja received military department support, gaining countless military funds and weapons.
War God Alliance also hoped for the favor of the military department.
If they achieved a great victory in this battle.
Not only would the War God Alliance enter the military department's view.
But also, as a leader among the War God Alliance Family, the Herudan Family could easily win the military department's favor.
Thinking this, the head of Herudan Family moved swiftly.
At this time, an elite offspring reported to him.
Ahead was the sentry station; should we contact the army immediately?
The head of Herudan Family raised his eyebrows lightly.
"Looks like we've beaten those guys here."
"Although the Eight Gates Ninja soldiers are useless, they know the local conditions; the operational plan needs discussing with them."
The elite offspring bowed gracefully, "I'll contact them immediately."
The head of Herudan Family nodded.
He valued his status, unwilling to lower himself, choosing to wait for family offspring's news in the depths of the palm grove.
Soon, the elite offspring hurriedly returned with a tall, expressionless soldier.
The head of Herudan Family glanced at the soldier's uniform—it was a captain, nodding slightly.
No matter how incompetent these men were, their initiative to greet him called for restraint from arrogance.
The captain gave the head of Herudan Family a standard Sang Nation military salute.
"Reporting, the captain of sentry station Yamazaki salutes you, Family Head."
The head of Herudan Family noticed the bloodstains on his clothes, frowning slightly.
"Did the enemy arrive early, have you engaged them?"
Captain Yamazaki straightened his back.
"Yes, but shamefully, the skirmish lasted only two or three minutes before they retreated voluntarily."
"I was injured pursuing the enemy."
With this, the head of Herudan Family viewed this captain with newfound respect.
He had witnessed those demons' terrifying abilities.
Escaping unscathed from them was not easy.
After a brief chat, Captain Yamazaki invited the head of Herudan Family to rest in the barracks, waiting for the enemy.
The head of Herudan Family followed along, not saying much, heading toward the sentry camp with Captain Yamazaki.
Just before entering the sentry camp, the head of Herudan Family suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.
He sensed something particularly dangerous was about to happen.
The head of Herudan Family steadied himself, observing the surroundings and finding nothing amiss.
He nevertheless proceeded into the sentry camp.
Also a powerful Martial Arts Grandmaster, the head of Herudan Family's Martial Arts Realm reached Gang Strength Heavenly Talent, only a step short of True Martial.
Such a formidable Martial Artist, the head of Herudan Family held his pride and dignity.
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