The handsome Caucasian man stood with his arms crossed before his chest, indifferent and composed.

His features were chiseled as if carved from marble, exuding a three-dimensional presence.

Even amidst the dusk, a dazzling radiance seemed to emanate from his being.

He smiled faintly, "Indeed, he is the man known as God Slayer."

"Even the squad under his command possesses such astounding combat prowess."

"Miskin, you're in for some trouble."

Miskin chuckled and slowly checked his sniper rifle's parts, scrutinizing each function.

His fingers caressed his beloved Heavy Sniper, and there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Some are obsessed with books, some with zithers, some with chess.

But Miskin was obsessed with guns.

To him, a gun was like a lover, inseparable, ever at his side.

It was also his most trustworthy comrade and brother, with whom he would share life and death.

In Miskin's hands, the cold gun seemed to come alive with a spirited essence.

To ordinary people, he was undoubtedly a madman.

Who would develop feelings for a gun?

However, in the realm of Martial Arts, this is known as Spiritual Communication.

Miskin had reached the level where he and the Heavy Sniper were one.

Miskin cleaned the Heavy Sniper's parts and meticulously assembled them with utmost care.

In the end, he bowed his head and deeply kissed the gun barrel of the Heavy Sniper.

He closed his eyes in rapture, murmuring deliriously.

"My darling, let's go, the enemies' blood awaits your indulgence."

"Eliminate Magic Shadow, ranked fourth in the global Assassin rankings, and,"

"your fame will rise even further, vaulting you into the top five of the sniping rankings."

Miskin's eyes were utterly calm.

It was as if he was not heading to a life-and-death battle but rather to a grand banquet.

The striking Caucasian always kept his arms crossed, his face adorned with a light smile.

Even Miskin did not understand what he intended to do.

At the Eroders Mercenary Headquarters, within the only earthen building in Hongmuzha Village,

Legion Commander Ferrick stood before the building, surveying the battlefield a thousand meters away through binoculars.

The Eroders Mercenary Corps was in utter disarray, crumbling like a house of cards.

Now, with nowhere to retreat, their only choice was a desperate struggle.

Ferrick's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched tightly.

His face was a mask of furious wrath.

Ferrick had never even dreamed

that his elite Eroders Legion, so dominant across Ocean, would seldom face defeat.

Yet this time, they had inexplicably met with a catastrophic failure right here.

In the ancient Huaxia saying, this was truly capsizing in the gutter.

Watching the makeshift armed force surge toward them like the tide,

Ferrick felt an intense sense of frustration burning within.

Through Ferrick's infrared lens,

he could clearly see a small squad cutting through the battle, their exceptional prowess evident even amid the intense melee.

The squad was not large, but their formation was impeccably disciplined.

Even within such chaotic combat, they maintained tight coordination, their attacks and covers flawlessly integrated.

Their assaults were like scalding water upon snowballs, unstoppable wherever they went.

Moreover, these men were cunning as foxes.

Even in such a tumultuous fray, they never directly collided with the bulk of Eroders.

A band that looked like farmer workers somehow put the Eroders Mercenaries to utter defeat.

The news of this battle, once spread, would shock the mercenary world.

Ferrick's teeth ground together with a grating sound.

He grabbed the radio to issue his command.

"Kernas, regroup your elite troops, surround that central squad on the battlefield, and annihilate them with all your might,"

His cheeks twitched endlessly, his eyes cold and severe.

"Just wipe out this Soul Squad, and Pi Gero's scattered forces will retreat without a fight."

"We still have a chance to turn defeat into victory,"

Commander Kernas said with a bitter smile.

"General, I understand, but this bunch, they're terrifying."

"I've never encountered such an enemy."

Ferrick slammed his fist against the earthen wall.

"Get the snipers up, let's disrupt their formation first,"

"Even if we mistakenly kill our own people, it's a sacrifice we're willing to make."

Kernas immediately responded loudly, "Yes!"

On the battlefield, Mad Blade led the charge.

He was covered in blood, and his messy beard was dyed a bright red.

His military spike had broken, and the dagger he had snatched up was notched all over its sharp blade.

This time, with the bayonet seeing red, Mad Blade had lost count of how many he had killed.

Ten, twenty, or fifty?

By Mad Blade's side was Long Xia, like a black panther.

His camouflage suit was soaked in fresh blood.

Yet his eyes blazed with an incomparable fierceness.

Three Swords and Ghost Wolf were retreating backwards at the rear of the squad.

The crude sword Ghost Wolf had grabbed was all notched at the blade.

Three Swords' military spike, however, moved like a poisonous snake, claiming a life with every strike.

At this moment, hundreds of men were entangled in a complicated melee.

The enemy and our forces were so close that bayonets were stained red, making it impossible to use guns.

Everyone had to fight in the most brutal, primitive way.

And what Changfeng Squad feared the least was this kind of close combat.

The whole Changfeng Squad stuck closely together, like a massive iron hammer swinging wildly, smashing through the crowd, invincible.

Bayonets red with blood, close combat was the truest measure of a unit's combat power and will.

Pi Gero's troops, no matter what, just couldn't match the Eroders.

No matter how numerous, they couldn't withstand them.

But this time, the raging battle will within everyone had been ignited by the Changfeng Squad.

Witnessing the Changfeng Squad cutting through enemies as if slicing vegetables,

Pi Gero's soldiers also howled and rushed forward.

Pi Gero's battlefield observation point had moved within a thousand meters.

Watching the Changfeng Squad, fierce as tigers and wolves, he sucked in air as if he had a toothache.

Just then, the last two snipers Ferrick had left stealthy climbed onto the beams of the headquarters.

Their rifles were tightly aimed at Mad Blade's head.

Simultaneously, two elite squads of Eroders' mercenaries, approaching from both flanks, closed in on the Changfeng Squad.

A sudden piercing pain, like being pricked by a steel needle, shot through Mad Blade's forehead.

His heart chilled, and he yelled out loud.

"There are snipers, take cover!"

Following Mad Blade's command, everyone scattered like startled fish.

They dispersed instantly, blending into the crowd.

The battlefield, where every knife draw shed blood, became the shelter for this bunch of rogues.

In an instant, the snipers lost their targets.

Meanwhile, the two elite Eroders squads were already aggressively encircling them.

However, the Changfeng Squad dispersed, running in all directions.

Every man seemed like a panicked yellow weasel.

They rolled and scrambled desperately, each exuding an air of muddled desperation.

The two snipers finally couldn't restrain themselves and fired.

Yet within the chaotic crowd, they couldn't catch sight of the Changfeng team members.

From ferocious, fierce wolves, these guys had turned into slippery foxes.

The bullets of the two snipers not only missed Mad Blade, but they also mistakenly hit two people.

One was a soldier of Pi Gero.

The other, an Eroders soldier.

This turned the arena-like battlefield into even greater chaos.

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