Fan Yi pulled out the Triangular Military Spike, hiding behind the fortifications, slightly bowing his body.

He looked like a leopard ready to pounce.

Yang Fei glanced at the dark sky, sighing deeply.

"I really miss Sister Xueyi, damn, I really want to eat fried chicken and drink beer on Yannan Street!"

Less than fifty meters ahead, hundreds of soldiers were madly charging at them.

The soldiers were so close that they could clearly see the enemies' faces blackened by gunpowder smoke and their ferocious expressions.

Meanwhile, soldiers from the rear and sides were swarming in, their rifles continuously firing.

The two looked like leaves in a raging sea, ready to be wiped out by a single wave.

Eight hundred meters away, the face of Sorcery King was full of triumphant grins.

Hart Shaman's heart, which had been stuck in his throat, finally fell back into his chest.

He had never seen such terrifying soldiers.

To snipe these two people, Hart Shaman had nearly lost over a hundred men.

The precision of their shots and their fearlessness in battle opened Hart Shaman's eyes.

This group of ferocious men invoked fear.

If it weren't for the Demon Emperor's death order insisting Hart Shaman must annihilate this group completely,

Hart Shaman would rather bow to them, treating them like ancestors, than dare to offend them lightly.

But Hart Shaman didn't dare to.

He knew very well that his position in Yasako was closely tied to the support of the mysterious Demon Emperor.

And this time, the Sorcery King was personally overseeing the battle.

If he didn't follow orders, it was likely he would be the first to die.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At this moment, the sound of gunfire like frying beans came from afar, accompanied by the roaring of a large truck.

Hart Shaman was startled, looking in the nine o'clock direction, almost having his eyes pop out.

A truck, with its engine revved up, was charging madly toward the center of the battlefield.

The truck didn't care about roads, bulldozing a straight path.

On top of the truck, a high-angle heavy machine gun spat fire.

The deafening burst of bullets fanned out in an arc ahead.

Countless soldiers were caught off guard, turned into sieves of blood by the thumb-thick bullets; some were even cleaved in half.

This sudden charge immediately disrupted the forward momentum of Hart Shaman's soldiers.

The troops at nine o'clock were thrown into chaos, frantically dodging the insane bulldozing of the truck.

Hart Shaman was petrified, eyes wide in fear.

"They're back, this group of devils!"

Hart Shaman had never seen such a terrifying unit.

A squad of fewer than twenty dared to charge hundreds of his men.

Their force was fierce and domineering, like a Triangular Military Spike driving straight into the heart of the battlefield.

Slap!

The Sorcery King gave Hart Shaman a hard slap, shouting angrily.

"Order the interception and encirclement, damn it, are you scared stiff?"

"They want to rescue Yang Fei at the center of the battlefield."

Hart Shaman, jolted awake, waved for an aide to deliver orders to intercept the truck and implement the encirclement.

Bang! Bang bang bang!

At this moment, a volley of gunshots sounded, the heads of more than a dozen guards protecting Hart Shaman suddenly exploding.

Hart Shaman felt like he'd been hit by a bull.

His shoulder in immense pain, his body uncontrollably fell backward, landing heavily in a crater.

The Sorcery King also rolled behind the fortification, shocked, glancing anxiously ahead.

He saw the terrifying truck make a furious pivot, heading directly toward Hart Shaman's command center.

The heavy machine gun on the truck rattled continuously, the entire vehicle like a deadly Swordsman.

Decapitation!

Hart Shaman clutched the gunshot wound on his shoulder, heart pounding with fear.

He had over a hundred guards.

This handful of people dared to charge and execute such a terrifying plan.

Mad, they're all damn mad!

Hart Shaman had been shot in the shoulder, the bullet just an ordinary rifle shot, but it still incapacitated his left arm.

Hart Shaman howled in agony, ordering his guards to stop the truck's advance.

Bullets rained down like a storm, smashing the truck's windshield and front, sending glass flying, the vehicle riddled with bullet holes.

The entire truck, however, charged forward with a suicidal determination.

At the center of the battlefield, Yang Fei and Fan Yi stood back to back.

Their Military Spikes were covered in blood, both weapons chipped.

Yang Fei and Fan Yi both had multiple gunshot wounds, all suffered in close-quarters combat.

Fortunately, their bulletproof vests had effectively protected vital areas.

They had managed to dodge critical shots to their heads by sheer luck.

However, even so, they wouldn't last much longer.

If the enemies could maintain distance, as the fight would be over with one round of volleys.

Yang Fei leaned against Fan Yi, speaking with a relaxed tone.

"Fan Yi, how many did you kill?"

Fan Yi's voice was cold and stern.

"Instructor, I killed twenty-three and took three shots!"

Yang Fei laughed.

"Idiot! I killed thirty and only got hit twice; almost got shot in the crotch."

Fan Yi laughed, wanting to say something, but the surrounding soldiers suddenly retreated like a tide.

Yang Fei shouted, "Stick with them, don't let them shoot from afar, charge!"

Fan Yi roared, diving into the soldier-packed area, his Military Spike stabbing through all obstacles like a venomous snake.

Yang Fei charged in synchrony, slashing through enemies with deadly finesse.

Both were resolved to fight to the death, sticking like glue to the retreating soldiers, killing with reckless abandon.

The soldiers in front couldn't withstand their charge, retreating backward.

The soldiers behind swarmed forward, throwing the formation into chaos.

Not far away, Mad Blade and Cui Xiang charged through.

Cui Xiang held an M134 Fire God Cannon, firing madly.

This heavy machine gun, weighing 115.7 kilograms, was originally designed to be mounted on armored vehicles or gunships.

However, the hefty Cui Xiang, relying solely on his divine power, held the six-barreled Fire God Cannon to his chest, firing fiercely.

These ordinary soldiers had never seen such a fearsome human tank.

They cursed their parents for not giving them more legs, fleeing desperately.

The soldiers who failed to escape were torn into shreds by the Fire God Cannon.

This ultimate weapon, with a firing rate of over 6000 rounds per minute, could easily shred through bulletproof vests; no one could withstand it.

Three Swords and Long Xia led the rest, protecting Cui Xiang as flanks.

Their rifles fired with precision, taking out the enemy snipers and soldiers aiming at Cui Xiang.

In an instant, the Changfeng Squad thrust like a sharp blade into the heart of the enemy's formation.

Amid the battle, Yang Fei and Fan Yi gradually emerged.

Mad Blade waved, shouting at the top of his voice.

"Instructor, Fan Yi, we're back, let's kill them all again!"

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