Yang Fei's eyes revealed an intense color of hatred.

"Remember our objective for this mission, to eliminate the Erosioners, and that damned sniper."

"I must send a bullet right through his steel door."

"Let him know the consequences of insulting a Huaxia soldier."

Everyone stood at attention and responded with a thunderous agreement.

Yang Fei's analysis was extremely accurate.

The evening of the third day, a significant troop movement finally occurred at Pi Gero's garrison.

Within the less-than-three-kilometers deep jungle of Hongmuzha Village.

Pi Gero was sitting inside a temporary tent, deep in thought.

Pi Gero had already experienced the fearsome prowess of the Erosioners.

In the last encounter.

Pi Gero's entire reorganized battalion was unexpectedly routed by merely an augmented company of their adversaries.

That was how they lost Hongmuzha Village.

This time, Pi Gero had consolidated a large force.

With over twice the number of troops compared to the Erosioners, he was attacking Hongmuzha Village.

He planned to annihilate these backstabbing bastards right here.

However, Pi Gero's mind was not at ease.

After that strange guy left the last time.

The men he had sent to tail them had not been found to this day.

This gave Pi Gero a foreboding feeling.

He had continuously sent people to scout for the whereabouts of that group.

But it was as if they had vanished into thin air; there were no traces of their existence to be found.

Pi Gero had no choice but to set this matter aside.

This piece of the jungle sat high atop a hill.

Through the dense tropical broadleaf forest, one could see the outline of Hongmuzha Village in the distance.

Almost all the buildings in the village were haphazardly made of color steel tiles.

A muddy path meandered through the middle.

Beyond this path lay vast poppy fields behind the village.

For Pi Gero, this was his gold mine, not to be touched by any outsider.

In front of Pi Gero was a hand-drawn military map.

Relying on local geographical advantages.

Pi Gero had mapped out the defensive lines, the fire points, and the guard posts of the Eroders Mercenaries quite clearly.

Accordingly, Pi Gero had developed the corresponding combat plans.

Pi Gero raised his hand to glance at the gold watch on his wrist.

There were only ten minutes left before the assault was to be launched.

And his battalion should have already taken their respective positions, standing by for orders.

Still uneasy, Pi Gero shouted outside.

The adjutant entered the temporary tent and saluted Pi Gero.

"General, what are your orders?"

Pi Gero, looking at his gold watch, nodded uneasily.

"Do a final check for me, have all attack squads entered their assault positions?"

"The individual combat quality of the Erosioners is extremely formidable; we can only rely on intense firepower..."

At that moment, someone outside the tent let out two odd, taunting laughs.

"No need to check, your way of fighting is bound to fail."

Pi Gero was startled, his hand involuntarily going for the pistol at his waist.

The adjutant, however, had already drawn his pistol, aiming it outside the tent.

"Who's there?"

A figure burst in like a whirlwind.

The adjutant's eyes blurred for a moment, and his pistol was snatched away by the intruder.

And Pi Gero hadn't even managed to draw the pistol at his waist.

The figure extended a large hand, gripping his throat.

The speed was too fast, like a flash of lightning.

Pi Gero had no time to react before his throat was seized, leaving him gasping for air.

Pi Gero's hands dared not move.

He could feel within those fingers an immense strength.

With just a slight twist, his fragile neck would be broken.

"Let go of the General!"

The adjutant drew his dagger and rushed forward.

While gripping Pi Gero's neck, the man executed a high kick that came crashing down.

The adjutant's small body thumped to the ground, crushed under his foot, and the dagger skidded far away.

Pi Gero looked in horror at the unfamiliar man before him.

A long face, sharp chin, extremely handsome contours, and fair skin—this was different from the locals.

He had a smile that was mischievously sly.

It reminded Pi Gero of those young aristocratic scions from the large warlords of the central region.

But what kind of second-generation could possess such terrifying skills?

The stranger gripped Pi Gero's neck and smiled leisurely.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a good guy, but I don't want to kill you either," he said.

"A day ago, my people approached you to discuss a collaboration against the Erosioners, remember?"

Pi Gero shuddered.

It turned out that the person he had been desperately searching for these past days had infiltrated his command center on the eve of the big battle and effortlessly captured him.

Suddenly using all his strength, he shouted, "Guards..."

The man tightened his fingers, choking Pi Gero's voice.

Pi Gero's voice was cut off as well, reduced to a groan in his throat.

The man gave a cold laugh.

"Stop shouting; I've knocked out your guards."

"The sentry at the nine o'clock position is also lying down obediently," he continued.

"Now, your only chance to live is to cooperate with us."

Upon hearing this, Pi Gero instantly froze.

He was always afraid of death.

The guards and sentries he had placed in the command center were the core elite soldiers of the army.

They numbered over thirty.

Yet this single person, single-handedly, had made his way to the command center.

The feeling was like that of an ancient swordsman who could take the general's head in an army of a million.

Incredibly powerful!

Pi Gero was profoundly shaken.

Under the eaves, a person must bow his head.

He groaned through his throat and nodded continuously.

The newcomer was none other than Yang Fei.

Pi Gero had been unwilling to cooperate, so Yang Fei took the initiative to accommodate him.

However, before cooperation, it was necessary to show the man whose fist was bigger.

Yang Fei smiled slightly and released Pi Gero.

Pi Gero gasped for air.

His hand stayed on the holster at his waist, but he never dared to draw his gun.

Yang Fei couldn't care less about him and looked at the hand-drawn military map on the table, smiling faintly.

"How have you arranged the attack points? Since we're going to cooperate, please tell me," he said.

Pi Gero hesitated slightly, and Yang Fei chuckled.

He waved his hand to indicate that Pi Gero didn't need to say anything.

"According to the distribution of your troops, I pretty much understand your tactical intentions," he said.

"Let me guess, shall I?" he proposed.

In the next few seconds, Pi Gero was subjected to a second huge shock.

Yang Fei pointed to the military map and rattled off Pi Gero's plan of attack.

The details were even clearer than Pi Gero knew himself.

It was as if the planner of this operation was not Pi Gero, but Yang Fei himself.

Pi Gero could hardly believe it.

If it wasn't for the fact that this battle plan had been independently devised by him and unseen by others,

Pi Gero would have suspected a traitor in their midst.

After Yang Fei finished speaking, he looked at the stunned Pi Gero and grinned.

"Is this your plan?" he asked.

Pi Gero nodded, his face ashen.

Yang Fei's fingers pointed at Pi Gero's hand-drawn map, speaking with confidence.

"Your plan is feasible," he acknowledged.

"But here, Cao Valley and a few places by the village entrance, need some improvement," he suggested.

"And my men will carry out the surprise attacks at these spots."

This time, Pi Gero was less than pleased.

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