Chapter 1697 - 1698: Something More Powerful Than Guns
The head of the Asou family's entire body was covered in sweat, and every hair stood on end.
He instinctively turned around, only to find his three top disciples surrounding him, all within the minefield.
In times of crisis for the family head, the family members have the duty to protect him, no matter the cost.
However, they never imagined that the cunning enemy exploited their noble sense of duty to create a despicable trap.
The head of the Asou family shouted,
"Run, it's dangerous!"
Yet, for the three top masters, it was too late to leave; the timer's stopwatch was rapidly ticking down, approaching a mere fraction of a second to zero.
"No, don't!"
The head of the Asou family screamed, and amid his cries, the landmine exploded thunderously.
In the violent airwave, the body of the head of the Asou family was tossed high like a bundle of dry wood.
This explosion triggered a violent chain reaction.
The surrounding scatter mines and tricky thunder mines exploded simultaneously, the airwaves rampaging across the entire scene.
The three top masters who charged into the minefield were hit, swept up in the blast waves.
The three flew out like kites with broken strings.
Such a violent explosion was beyond the capacity of mere flesh and blood to withstand.
The three Martial Arts Masters with Gan Strength Super God, landed on the ground and had already become three corpses.
Yang Fei walked over, unhesitatingly holding the Triangular Military Spike, finishing them off with blows, the blood splattering.
Then, like a Yellow Weasel that had stolen a chicken, he turned and walked away.
This explosion caught the attention of many.
If Yang Fei didn't leave, more members of the Asou family would surround him, making him a sitting duck.
Though this battle was fierce, it lasted only a little over ten minutes, in which all 31 Asou family members were annihilated by the Evil Dragon Rascal Warrior King.
Even the head of the Asou family perished in the explosion.
Yang Fei knew speed was crucial; at this moment, Li Wang Town hung by a thread, the situation dangerously critical.
Everyone quickly cleaned up the battlefield, then rushed through the dense palm tree forest paths straight towards Li Wang Town.
Lake Heart Island, Eight Gates Ninja Headquarters, Meeting Hall.
Miyamoto Taro was furious beyond belief, having received news of the defeat of both Herudan and Asou families.
Miyamoto Taro never expected the operational mission this time to fail again.
After the utter defeat of the Herudan family, the Asou family also failed miserably, even the heads sacrificed themselves.
Though neither War God family belonged to the Eight Gates Ninja, they had entrusted command to Miyamoto Taro, essentially handing their lives over to him.
At present, both War God families failed utterly, even the heads couldn't escape.
This left Miyamoto Taro ashamed before the remaining War God families.
"Are those people truly unbeatable?"
Repeated failures left Miyamoto Taro mentally disoriented.
He began to doubt the combat strength of the Eight Gates Ninja and the actual fighting capacity of the Eight War God families.
Miyamoto Taro even suspected the fishing plan he initiated was flawed from the very beginning.
The other War God family heads were already informed of the deaths of Herudan and Asou family heads.
In a gesture of solidarity, every heart was filled with grief.
The atmosphere in the hall was so somber it was almost palpable.
Finally, after a long pause, the Kimura Family Head let out a deep sigh and said,
"Everyone shouldn't be discouraged. Remember, Li Wang Town is nearly under our control."
"Though they achieved local victories, the ultimate victory still belongs to us."
Kimura Kougen's words revived everyone's spirits.
Indeed, although a team of ten men crushed everything before them as if unstoppable,
the ultimate victory would be theirs once the Ninja Army conquered the Red Shirt Army headquarters at Li Wang Town.
Miyamoto Taro nodded: "Kimura Family Head is right."
"Since we can't stop them, let's fight them to the death at Li Wang Town."
"The final victory will undoubtedly belong to us and to the Sang Country."
Looking at the big screen, he gritted his teeth.
"The battle of Li Wang Town is crucial; I resolve to personally command on site."
"Anyone interested, join me. Life and death hinge on this."
With that, Miyamoto Taro turned and walked out of the meeting hall.
Behind him, members of the other War God families exchanged looks and all slowly stood up.
Resolute determination was etched upon each face.
At this moment, the battle at Li Wang Town reached a fever pitch.
The enemy attack retreated again.
Out of five tanks, only three remained, with one spewing black smoke, now a heap of scrap metal.
Another was flipped over like a helpless iron tortoise.
Shui Rou watched the two smoking tanks, her white teeth biting deeply into her lip.
Countless brave Red Shirt soldiers fell heroically to destroy these tanks.
Their relentless charge with explosive packs seems still vivid in her mind.
Among them were vegetable farmers from Li Wang Town, and merchants doing business there.
Some were merely fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, their faces still boyish.
Yet, these fallen shared a single name: the Red Shirt Army.
Behind Shui Rou, Xiao Xuanya donned a camouflage suit, now ragged, her hair covered in dust.
Her half face was blackened by gunpowder smoke.
Yet, despite this, her curvaceous, fiery figure radiated allure, remaining the most beautiful sight on the battlefield.
The enemy had invaded Li Wang Town; fierce street fighting erupted between the Red Shirts and the enemy.
This marked the third fight to seize Central Avenue; the Red Shirts paid the price of 60 casualties but managed to reclaim the central control area.
Shui Rou refused to rest for even a moment, her eyes bloodshot.
She spread out a military map, tensely scrutinizing it, calculating and plotting.
Xiao Xuanya casually embraced the Barrett Heavy Sniper, lazily observing the enemy opposite them.
Having experienced the prowess of the King Sniper, none dared to expose themselves.
Finally, Shui Rou finished with the map, wearily rubbing her Yang Acupoint.
She glanced over at Xiao Xuanya and sighed deeply.
"Miss Xiao, I never understood your thoughts. Honestly, you don't have to stay here; this is the Red Shirt Army's battle."
There, Shui Rou dryly chuckled.
"So I ask you again, if we reach the final step, please break out."
"Please use your pen and keyboard to proclaim to the world the atrocities of Sang Country soldiers."
She looked at Xiao Xuanya with beautiful eyes, Xiao Xuanya embraced the Barrett Heavy Sniper.
Shui Rou sighed softly and spoke gently.
"Your gun is powerful, but for the Red Shirt Army, your writings are more powerful than guns."
Xiao Xuanya shook her head, her face still showing a lazy expression.
"I won't leave because he will be back."
A shadow crossed Shui Rou's face.
She understood whom Xiao Xuanya referred to.
Yet, the opposing force numbered over six hundred whilst his was merely a ten-man team.
Even if he arrived, what could he change?