In the Northwest direction, Dragon Island Night Army Commander Qiu Yidao suddenly heard the intense gunfire from the south and observed through his binoculars.

He was also surprised that the mercenaries in the south had, coincidentally with the Dragon Island Night Army, joined the battle.

Who were these immortals?

For now, it was unclear if they were friend or foe. Both sides tacitly avoided each other's sharp edges and charged towards the Great White Bear Camp from different directions.

The sudden fierce attacks from both sides threw the entire Great White Bear Camp into chaos, leaving them to passive defense and fighting their own battles.

At the Great White Bear Mercenary Headquarters, the highest commander, Tolstoy, was in a furious rage.

"What the hell is the reconnaissance company doing? They are all useless! How did they fail to notice these two fierce armed forces?"

"The enemy is right under our noses, and I have become both blind and deaf!"

In front of Tolstoy, a Major stood trembling in place, hands at his sides.

He didn't dare to look at Tolstoy, allowing Tolstoy's spittle to spray all over his face.

At this moment, Tolstoy's communicator beeped again.

He couldn't spare the time to scold the Major and picked up the communicator: "Report, what's the situation on the battlefield?"

"General, we can't hold them off. The second defensive line has fallen. Requesting reinforcements, requesting reinforcements..."

Tolstoy didn't wait for him to finish, closed the communicator, switched channels, and commanded in a deep voice.

"Order, Seventh Squad, immediately proceed to reinforce the Northeast camp at all costs, hold the third line of defense."

"Order, Fifth Squad, proceed to the southern camp, hold fast, awaiting reinforcements!"

...

Speaking this, he hesitated for a moment, waving his hand.

"Where's General River Beaver? Have him gather the Demi-God Squad immediately, ready to engage at any moment."

Before Tolstoy could finish speaking, suddenly there was a loud roar from the west, and the earth trembled.

Tolstoy was startled, bewildered: "What's happening now?"

He rushed out of the headquarters, only to see over ten missiles from the west, dragging long tails of flame, pierce the sky and accurately land in the Great White Bear Mercenary camp.

A fierce detonation occurred within the camp.

The shockwave from the explosion swept through more than half of the camp, a mushroom cloud billowed into the sky, countless soldiers were blasted into a mess of blood and flesh.

The violent trembling of the earth made Tolstoy unsteady, he staggered backward, almost falling to the ground.

At that moment, a strong hand supported him from behind.

Tolstoy, still shaken, turned to look and saw the towering figure of River Beaver.

He cried out in despair: "What was that, how could there be a missile volley?"

While wailing, he grabbed the binoculars hanging on his chest, looking into the distance.

River Beaver calmly took the binoculars from him.

"Don't bother looking, it's Alang Military's missile unit that has arrived, and perhaps Queen Helen's Royal Imperial Guards too."

"Only Alang Military could pull off such a grand move."

Tolstoy looked at River Beaver in disbelief.

"Are you saying the Alang Military intervened at this moment? Even Helen's Royal Imperial Guards joined?"

He wailed in despair: "Wasn't it said that the Alang Military wouldn't intervene lightly to maintain stability?"

"How could this be, someone tell me?"

Tolstoy clutched River Beaver's collar tightly, like a drowning man grabbing at the last straw.

The more panicked Tolstoy was, the more composed River Beaver remained.

"Perhaps it's because we captured someone."

Tolstoy immediately realized: "You mean the group we captured two days ago?"

"But they are a bunch of sinister cook soldiers, what do they have to do with the Empress?"

River Beaver laughed coldly: "There is a connection, a significant one."

"This batch are the Empress's 'Town-Nation Twelve Knights,' and that Yang Fei is the Empress's only lover."

"Damn it, why didn't you say it earlier, our Great White Bear Mercenaries have been wronged because of you!"

Tolstoy wailed, clinging to River Beaver's lapels, desperate and helpless.

River Beaver threw Tolstoy's hand away violently, flinging him to the ground.

"First, I just got the intelligence as well, second, you Great White Bear Mercenaries are only the dogs of our Witch Clan's Fire Gate."

"Our Witch Clan's Fire Gate provides manpower and funds, assisting you is your fortune, dying for the Fire Gate is your duty."

Tolstoy climbed up from the ground, glaring angrily.

"You... the Great White Bear is my life's work, I can't let my soldiers die in vain."

River Beaver laughed coldly: "Well said, don't worry, we might not certainly lose."

"As long as the Demi-God Squad has not yet acted, until the last moment, who wins and who loses is inconclusive."

Tolstoy's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Yes, with the power of the Demi-God Squad, these mercenaries are nothing but ants."

"Lord River Beaver, I am looking forward to the performance of the Demi-God Squad."

River Beaver snorted: "As long as you understand."

"However, before the Demi-God Squad takes action, that damned Changfeng Squad, I want to wipe them out first."

With that, he turned and strode away.

War was spreading, countless explosions and gunfire sounded, enough to deafen the ears.

The sentries guarding the Changfeng Squad were all nervous and on edge, glancing around.

Yang Fei concentrated his spiritual power on the iron ring on his hand.

He glanced at the iron ring, then at Cui Xiang, simultaneously signaling to Long Xia.

Cui Xiang and Shen Feng also knew the time had come, both subtly nodded.

Yang Fei's suspended left hand, finger by finger curling down.

When he bent the third finger, suddenly there was a clatter, all the Gang Strength in his body surged violently toward the iron ring binding his wrists.

He activated the Elephant Tremor Force, eight powers converged into one, all the Gang Yuan Qi gathered and erupted at his wrist.

Buzz!

A sound of metal clashing, the iron ring on Yang Fei's wrist snapped inch by inch, becoming countless shattered pieces of iron.

The next second, Yang Fei's anklet also shattered simultaneously.

The chain clattered and broke into two sections, Yang Fei leaped directly down from the cross.

In freeing himself, it was like a fierce tiger out of its cage.

The two guards watching Yang Fei were shocked, turned their guns, and aimed to shoot Yang Fei.

Yang Fei kicked the cross with a loud boom, the over two-zhang high iron frame toppled over backward.

Nearly half a ton of weight fell toward the two sentries.

The two sentries were terrified, before they could fire a shot, the heavy cross pressed down, leaving them crushed and bloodied.

At the same time, Long Xia and Cui Xiang also broke their rings and engaged the two sentries behind them.

With the skills of these two, how could the sentries withstand their assassination?

In just one encounter, four sentries died at the hands of Long Xia and Cui Xiang.

Opposite in the fortification, the soldiers panic-stricken turned the heavy machine gun, aimed at Yang Fei and the others, released the safety, ready to pull the trigger.

At that moment, Yang Fei lifted the half-ton cross and hurled it forward powerfully.

The cross, like a siege hammer, directly smashed into the fortification.

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