Mad Blade sneered coldly, his finger pulling the trigger, and bullets poured out mercilessly.

Ma Ying's body was instantly riddled with holes and became a sieve of blood.

His face was covered in blood as he fell to the ground, flailing.

Three Swords and the others were momentarily stunned, then also opened fire simultaneously.

A dozen Ma bandits had nowhere to escape and were killed on the spot.

Ma Ying's thick body kept twitching, blood gushing out, but he was not dead yet.

With his eyes full of despair, he looked at Mad Blade, his voice hoarse and indistinct.

"Why... don't you not kill prisoners? I... have surrendered..."

Mad Blade stepped on his face, the gun's muzzle directly aimed at his heart, eyes filled with killing intent.

"You're right, but Huaxia has a counter-terrorism unit that never leaves any survivors, wherever they go, grass doesn't grow!"

Ma Ying's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Mad Blade.

"You... you are the Evil Dragon..."

His mouth gaped open, unable to close again, eyes wide open, and he stopped breathing.

In the foreign mercenary circles, the legend of the Evil Dragon was well-known.

Wherever their military flag waved, they were invincible, and wherever the Evil Dragon went, no grass grew.

This devilishly cruel and powerful King's Troops was the nightmare of any terrorist organization.

Ma Ying never imagined that he had provoked the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team.

Ma Ying was dead.

At the brink of death, he suddenly heard the name Evil Dragon, and was scared to death.

In the Desolate Valley Grottoes, more than a dozen Huaxia merchants were huddled together in fear, holding their heads, frightened by the thunderous explosions outside.

Mad Blade, Fan Yi, and others rushed to the grotto entrance and pried open the large stone blocking it.

Screams of terror erupted from inside the grotto.

"Spare us, please spare us!"

"Don't kill me, I have children and an old mother to take care of at home, I beg you."

...

Mad Blade pried open the last large stone and shouted loudly into the grotto.

"Fellow countrymen, we are Huaxia counter-terrorism special forces, here to take you home."

"You are safe now, don't be afraid, come out."

The screams from inside the grotto suddenly stopped, turning eerily silent.

An elderly man with gray hair cautiously poked his head out to take a look outside.

At this moment, the eastern sky was brightening, and the dawn was starting to break.

The elderly man spotted the camouflage suit on Mad Blade and shouted in surprise.

"It's true, the border guards have come to rescue us."

With his shout, more than ten people stumbled out in a hurry.

Everyone looked dazed and their faces were pale.

When they saw the camouflage suits and the national emblem on the hats of Mad Blade and his men, they were overjoyed.

They crawled on the ground, kowtowing to Mad Blade and the others.

"Benefactors, we can finally go home."

"Long live the motherland! Long live the motherland!"

"Have the damned Ma bandits died? They deserve to die!"

...

Mad Blade and Fan Yi helped the elderly and the group of refugees up.

Long Xia and the others saw this scene for the first time, and an indescribable sense of pride surged in their hearts.

Seeing the elderly man, who could be as old as their own fathers, leading the group in kneeling and thanking them filled the eyes of the Black Panther-like Long Xia with tears.

At that moment, Long Xia and the others felt as if their chests were filled with something sacred.

They felt prouder than ever before, proud of their strong nation, and proud of their own bloody battles.

Three Swords, Ghost Wolf, Lonely Madman, Wang Wei, and others, despite their cold and hard natures from the Mortal World, felt their souls undergo a sacred baptism as they watched this scene.

This heavy sense of responsibility and the urge to protect made everyone seem grander.

The rise and fall of the world is everyone's responsibility; a true man must shoulder this duty of protection.

Compared to this sacred sense of responsibility in their hearts.

The fleeting pleasures in the neon-lit cities seemed so trivial and laughable.

Three Swords and the others finally understood Yang Fei and the others' thoughts.

Why people like Yang Fei, Fan Yi, and Mad Blade, despite their billions, never forgot to rebuild the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team.

They would always return to their green military camp.

Being a soldier is addictive.

The naturally solitary Ghost Wolf gently wiped his teary eyes and sighed.

"Only now do I realize that these thirty-plus years have been lived in vain."

Three Swords nodded, full of endless emotion.

"All my skills, wasted because of my small ambition, following Golden Buddha into the Mortal World, wasting so much time."

Mad Blade and Fan Yi comforted the refugees.

Mad Blade knew that in the three days these refugees had been kidnapped, they lived in constant fear of death, their nerves on the verge of collapse.

He tried to adopt a gentler approach.

"Fellow countrymen, did the Ma bandits mistreat you? Were there any casualties?"

The elderly man shivered all over as if he recalled the moment of their kidnapping.

He lowered his head and reached his hand towards the grotto, pointing.

"Comrade, why don't you go inside and take a look, sigh!"

From his expression of grief and anger, Mad Blade sensed something wrong, his heart sinking, and he rushed into the grotto.

The grotto was not big, filled with rugged stones, and as he entered, he was hit by a strong stench of corpses.

Taking a few quick steps, he saw a heart-wrenching scene.

In the depths of the grotto, two bodies were piled together.

One was a woman in her forties, covered only by a tattered cloth.

Her face was bruised, the lower part of her body bare, and she was covered in blood and filth.

Beside her was a boy of fifteen or sixteen, his face full of fury and defiance.

The boy's eyes were wide open, and there was a bullet hole in his forehead, the blood already dried.

The elderly man followed Mad Blade into the grotto, sighing deeply.

"The night we were kidnapped, Kano's mother was taken out."

"The Ma bandits repeatedly did unspeakable things to Kano's mother, and Kano's cries in the grotto led the guards to..."

At this point, the elderly man could no longer continue.

He turned his head, sighing deeply.

Mad Blade's fists clenched so tightly they made a creaking sound.

"I'm sorry, we came too late."

The elderly man shook his head: "Not late at all."

"I heard from the sentries that by tonight, they would be retreating, and all of us would be executed."

"Comrade, thank you all, you are our great saviors!"

As he said this, the elderly man tried to kneel before Mad Blade again.

Mad Blade helped the elderly man up, his expression incredibly sincere.

"We are soldiers, it's our duty, it's just a pity..."

At this, he lowered his head, took off his helmet, and solemnly saluted the two bodies inside the grotto.

Just then, Mad Blade's communicator rang.

Mad Blade answered it and heard Yang Fei's voice.

"Mad Blade, have the hostages been rescued?"

"Ogunila and the Lucifer Guard are fleeing northwest, Poison Sting Squad is in pursuit, you need to catch up."

He cursed: "If Ogunila escapes, I'm not done with you."

Mad Blade jumped up, alert.

"Yes, Chief Instructor, I will complete the mission."

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