Yang Fei's spirit was lifted, and he laughed heartily.

"You bastards who violated military orders, all of you go back and squat in the dark room for me."

Fan Yi's eyes turned red, tears rolling down, and a roar erupted from his throat.

"Kill them all!"

Changfeng Squad moved forward with Cui Xiang, Long Xia, and Three Swords leading the charge.

The entire squad formed a massive attack arrow, slicing through like a knife through butter, advancing towards Yang Fei and Fan Yi.

Not far away, Hart Shaman's guards were being run over by a crazily driven truck.

On the truck, a heavy machine gun roared, firing bullets like a torrential rain.

The soldiers who couldn't dodge were torn to pieces by the bullets.

This meat-grinder-like slaughter terrified both Hart Shaman and Sorcery King.

Hart Shaman instinctively wanted to retreat, but Sorcery King grabbed him.

"If you dare to run away from the battlefield, I'll kill you right now."

Hart Shaman's face grew bitter.

"We can't hold them off, their firepower is too fierce."

Sorcery King grabbed his collar: "Even if we can't hold them, we must."

"If you run away now, it'll be utter defeat, do you think you can escape their sniper?"

Hart Shaman remembered the enemy's elusive sniper, and shivered.

"What should we do then?"

Sorcery King's voice came as if from the depths of hell.

"Fire missiles, blow up the truck first."

Hart Shaman shivered.

He looked at the soldiers, dodging and shooting at the truck.

"But if we do that, my men will also die!"

Sorcery King roared.

"Mercy has no place in warfare. If you hesitate again, both of us will die here."

Hart Shaman shivered, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally gave the order.

Not far away, several soldiers raised shoulder-fired missile launchers and aimed at the charging truck.

In reality, the truck's wheels were blown out, and it was almost scrap metal.

The engine roared in vain, already stalled.

Two missiles, trailing long plumes, rushed towards the truck.

Many soldiers saw this and screamed, desperately dodging to the side.

Boom!

The explosion wave swept a range of over a hundred meters.

Many soldiers screamed and were knocked down by the wave, rolling away.

The soldiers at the center were blasted into pieces.

The two missiles killed and wounded more than thirty soldiers.

The truck was blown into the air, igniting entirely.

The truck rolled two or three times in the air before landing, with a huge crash.

Hart Shaman breathed a sigh of relief, though grieving his lost soldiers.

"Finally blew up that damned truck, terrifying."

At that moment, he heard a cold laugh behind him.

"You beasts, killing your own men just to blow up a truck."

Hart Shaman jumped in fright and turned around, seeing a shabby man.

The ragged man stood holding a sword, his synthetic fiber suit shredded, his face covered in smoke stains.

Strangely, despite his beggar-like appearance, he had a regal dignity in his expression.

His powerful presence suffocated Hart Shaman.

Sword Emperor!

Further back, equally disheveled Mad Blade aimed his rifle at Hart Shaman and Sorcery King.

On the truck, only Mad Blade, Sword Emperor, and the frenzied driver Shen Feng remained.

Shen Feng was one of the Five Ghost Kings.

This guy loved racing with rich kids back home, his car skills were extraordinary.

A regular truck was almost like a mini sports car under his control, drifting and maneuvering expertly.

When the missiles came, the three had already jumped off the truck and fled.

Hart Shaman foolishly sacrificed his men without even harming a hair on them.

Hart Shaman stood agape, looking at Sword Emperor.

Terror filled his heart, rendering him speechless.

Sorcery King reacted faster, screamed, and turned to flee.

His Gu Insects were taken by Yang Fei, making it impossible to fight Sword Emperor, leaving escape as his only option.

Sword Emperor sneered, his sword swift like a dragon, sweeping towards Sorcery King.

Whoosh!

A strange sound rang out, Sorcery King suddenly stopped.

He stared wide-eyed, in disbelief at the bright sword tip emerging from his chest, stained with blood.

Sword Emperor kicked him, sending him flying.

Sorcery King, like a ball, flew away.

In mid-air, he suddenly exploded like a giant firecracker.

His flesh and blood were blown to pieces, scattering everywhere.

Sword Emperor, filled with hatred, enhanced the sword strike with Gang Qi Burst, completely killing him.

Hart Shaman trembled, slumped to the ground like a drum, despondent.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me."

Mad Blade's black muzzle pressed against his head.

"Order your men to retreat immediately, or I'll blow your head off."

Nearby, Wang Wei held a heavy machine gun, confronting distant guards.

The guards, without Hart Shaman's orders, dare not shoot, surrounding cautiously.

Sorcery King was dead, and Hart Shaman had no courage to resist.

He weakly waved his hand: "Don't kill me, I'll order a retreat now."

Bam!

At that moment, a gunshot rang out, a bullet piercing Hart Shaman's head, blood splattering.

Hart Shaman's eyes widened suddenly, his body collapsed limply.

At almost the same time, something happened at eleven o'clock direction.

Three or four missiles whistled, trailing long plumes, rushing over.

In this sudden change, Mad Blade, Sword Emperor, and Wang Wei desperately dodged to the side.

Boom boom boom!

Numerous soldiers were swept by the explosion shockwaves, their bodies torn apart and charred.

Mad Blade and Sword Emperor rolled into a low-lying area.

Mad Blade slammed the ground.

"Damn it, what happened? Who are these people?"

This earth-shattering explosion attracted Yang Fei's attention.

He grabbed the binoculars hanging from his waist and took a look, then angrily shouted.

"Damn it, it's that bastard Mosika!"

Through the binoculars, Mosika, protected by a hundred-man squad, commanded a several hundred-strong armed battalion, rushing forward like a tide.

Yang Fei shouted just as he saw more than a dozen missiles trailing plumes, crashing into the center of the battlefield.

This time, the bombing was a complete coverage attack.

The bombing target included both Changfeng Squad and Hart Shaman's forces.

"Retreat quickly, Mosika is ruthless!"

Yang Fei ordered Changfeng Squad loudly through the local network communicator.

"Break through to the nine o'clock direction, retreat first."

Changfeng Squad members were all battlefield veterans; they knew well what a full coverage bombing by more than a dozen missiles meant.

Everyone, like startled rabbits, rushed towards the nine o'clock direction.

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