The compound.
At this moment, it was a sight too horrific to behold!
The place had been transformed into a world of yellow, the stench overwhelming and suffocating. Excrement and urine flowed like rivers, leaving no escape. The soldiers of the Xiao family were resigned to their fate, while the soldiers of the Sunset Nation cursed vehemently.
"Damn you, Dragon Countrymen."
"You pigs, you utter pigs!"
"Disgusting, shameless, ugh..."
"God, save me!"
The soldiers of the Sunset Nation were on the verge of madness.
As an elite royal army, when had they ever faced such warfare? They could never have imagined being attacked by dung bombs, only to be trapped in filth with no way out!
"Who the hell are you calling names?"
"Damn it, say that again?"
"I'll kill you..."
The two hundred Xiao family guards, already seething with rage, heard the Sunset Nation soldiers cursing. The pent-up fury they had held for so long finally found an outlet.
The soldiers from both sides began to shove each other.
Excrement and urine collided…
In a small room, Xiao Bahuang and Xiao Santai covered their mouths and noses with towels, yet the acrid stench still stung their eyes. Seeing the commotion outside, they dared not venture out to intervene.
"How much longer until reinforcements arrive?"
"Soon, it should be soon!"
"Call Commander Wang again."
"Damn it!"
Xiao Bahuang was now lost. He no longer wanted to fight. He just wanted to leave this hellhole quickly. He didn't even hate Ye Zixiao anymore; in fact, he was beginning to admire him.
Such a mad assault of feces.
Only Ye Zixiao could have conceived of such a thing!
In the compound, the soldiers’ shoving gradually escalated into fisticuffs, eventually devolving into a clash of blades and spears. The long-suppressed infighting had finally begun.
"Kill all these pigs!"
"Go, go kill the dogs of the Sunset Nation!"
"I see it, our commander is dead, the Xiao family has betrayed us, fire, fire!"
"Charge!"
Amidst the chaotic shouts, the two hundred Xiao family soldiers and the two hundred Sunset Nation soldiers were locked in a complete melee, engaging in close-quarters combat. Gunfire erupted, and the din of slaughter filled the air.
Whoosh—
Boom—
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
Boom boom boom…
After gusts of wind, the compound erupted in continuous explosions. Numerous gasoline-filled Molotov cocktails ignited, spreading raging infernos that quickly engulfed the area.
Soldiers already covered in filth and excrement…
Were now doused in gasoline.
The fire burned on the excrement, the smell, the sheer pungency, the inability to breathe—it had truly surpassed human endurance. Many soldiers simply fainted.
Fiery figures ran everywhere.
The stench was overwhelming, the reek atrocious!
Tragic.
These soldiers were truly wretched!
In the small room, Xiao Bahuang held up a satellite phone, roaring in fury: "Commander Wang, how much longer do you need? What? Ambushed? Wang, are you playing with me?"
After his furious roar,
Xiao Bahuang smashed the phone.
"What's going on?"
Xiao Santai asked anxiously.
"Reinforcements won't come!"
Xiao Bahuang stood up, gritting his teeth as he looked at the chaos outside, speaking with immense anger: "Forget everything else. The two of us will escape Jiangcheng amidst this chaos. We still have a chance."
"Damn it, let's go!"
Xiao Santai rushed towards the door.
As the door opened, the foul odor hit them like a wave.
"Ugh… it’s too intense!"
"If you don't want to die, rush out."
"It’s too damn smelly!"
"Get away!"
Xiao Bahuang shoved Xiao Santai aside and charged out recklessly, unleashing his formidable inner strength, shouting to the compound: "Charge, rush out! Those who don't want to die, rush out!"
Outside the compound.
From all four directions, over four thousand refugees continued to hurl Molotov cocktails into the compound. In truth, their own positions were also reeking, but they seemed entirely unfazed.
"Someone's coming out!"
"Open fire, kill them all."
"Don't let a single one escape."
"Revenge, I want revenge."
Amidst the fervent shouts of the refugees, from the garbage trucks at the front and rear entrances, and along the four surrounding walls, enemy soldiers, like phantoms burning with fire, began to jump out in desperation.
Many of the enemy soldiers had dropped their guns.
Many, upon jumping down, knelt in surrender.
However, the situation had escalated to this point. The refugees from Tianjia Village were not about to accept surrenders. In their eyes, all the remaining soldiers of the Xiao family deserved to die.
"Kill!"
"Kill them all!"
"Wife, I've avenged you!"
"…!"
The frenzied refugees stopped throwing Molotov cocktails and instead raised their assorted weapons, surging towards the walls and the two entrances. Seeing anyone jump down, they immediately hacked them to death with their makeshift weapons.
About a hundred meters away.
On the third floor of a small building, Ye Zixiao, observing the battle, felt greatly invigorated. He longed to rush over and join the fray, but he dared not act due to the spread of the yellow weapon.
"I miss home!"
Tang Keke, standing beside him, suddenly said.
"You? Hahaha!"
Ye Zixiao burst into hearty laughter.
"Commander!"
Brother Shan saluted, saying with utmost seriousness: "Our forces have expended most of their firepower, and the enemy is beginning a large-scale rout. But please rest assured, Commander, our army is confident in annihilating the enemy completely."
"Good, well done!"
Ye Zixiao didn't quite know what else to say.
"I'll go personally supervise the battle."
Brother Shan rushed downstairs after his report.
"What a tough guy!"
Ye Zixiao was truly impressed.
"Aren't you going?"
Tang Keke teased.
"Aren't you going?"
Ye Zixiao playfully retorted.
"I wouldn't go even if you killed me!"
"Nor would I."
Just as they were wondering what to do, a group of people arrived downstairs. Leading them were a man and a woman—Jiang Xiaoyao and Leng Shao, who had finished dealing with the Xiao family retainers and rushed over upon receiving the news.
"Holy… shit!!!"
Staring at the battlefield, Leng Shao was dumbfounded.
"What… what is this situation?"
"Is that hell up ahead?"
"Good heavens, this is outrageous!"
"Am I dreaming?"
Whether it were the warriors of the Asura Sect or Leng Shao’s own men, upon witnessing firsthand the refugees slaughtering the yellow-clad enemies, everyone's inner world collapsed.
Can a war be fought like this?
What kind of battlefield is this, reeking so strongly?
"I… I want to throw up!"
Jiang Xiaoyao, who had always been detached from worldly affairs, turned and ran towards the small building, feeling an extreme discomfort in her stomach. If not for her strong willpower, she would have surely thrown up.
"Xiaoyao?"
"Ah?"
"Come up quickly."
"Okay, ugh…"
Jiang Xiaoyao gagged a few times before trotting upstairs. She exchanged glances with Ye Zixiao and Tang Keke, their faces all reflecting an inexpressible sentiment.
"Commander—"
Brother Shan shouted, rushing towards Leng Shao.
"Hey, don't come over here!"
Leng Shao instinctively took a few steps back.
"Report, Commander!"
Brother Shan, fully immersed in the role, saluted as chief of staff and reported loudly: "Our army has used dung bombs and incendiary bombs, completely crippling the enemy. Please issue further instructions, Commander."
"You decide, then!"
Leng Shao had no desire to participate in this kind of warfare.
"Commander, please supervise personally."
"Supervise?"
"Yes, go to the front lines to command."
"Screw you, man!"
Leng Shao jumped up, leaping back three steps, and pointed at Brother Shan, roaring: "You scoundrel, don't even think about it. I'd rather die here than jump into a dung pit!"
Whoosh—
Leng Shao's group retreated in unison.
Every one of them looked terrified.
Leng Shao was scared stiff!
Every newcomer was scared stiff!
Just then.
A roar suddenly erupted from the frontline battlefield?