Chapter 1 The Outskirts of Guada

Old Mo area, outskirts of Guada City.

A fierce exchange of gunfire gradually faded at the artillery position on the right flank of the Western Military Alliance garrison in the Mo Deamon area.

The position had been captured. Large numbers of soldiers wearing New Le area uniforms lay in pools of blood. Corpses littered the field; blood flowed like a river!

An armed force composed entirely of Chinese was rapidly clearing the battlefield.

Xing Yao, carrying an automatic rifle, his once-clean uniform now covered in mud and blood, strode quickly across the battlefield, constantly looking around. He shouted, "Damn it, they're all women! Why are you killing so slowly? Pick up the pace, finish them off one by one! I'll say it again, no prisoners!"

"Da da da!"

The soldiers beside him all held their automatic rifles, firing into the bodies on the ground as they passed.

Many prisoners knelt on the ground, crying loudly and begging for their lives. But their pleas were met with a volley of merciless bullets, killing them on the spot!

During this war, hatred was constantly escalating! In the defense of Hua Lei Town, many Chinese soldiers had died under enemy gunfire!

Therefore, Xing Yao's battalion felt no pity for these rebellious soldiers!

"Da da da!"

Another burst of gunfire silenced the kneeling prisoners. Not a single one was left alive.

Xing Yao didn't even glance at them. He quickly reached the front of the artillery position, raised a large observation mirror, and began scanning the distance.

During this surprise attack, the young battalion commander displayed exceptionally slick and cunning leadership.

His troops had taken advantage of the Old Mo government army's charge, stealthily seizing the enemy's position. They moved quickly, with all the soldiers lightly equipped. Almost as soon as the two sides collided, before the enemy artillery could relocate, they overwhelmed them in one wave!

Not only was Xing Yao's command cunning and decisive, but his soldiers were also skilled at this type of surprise attack. This resulted in minimal casualties for the Drunkards' Battalion, seizing an artillery battalion with hardly any losses.

Now, Xing Yao observed the distance, his eyes bright, his heart pounding with excitement!

"Pa pa pa!"

Amidst a burst of hurried footsteps, Lao Qian, carrying an automatic rifle, ran over.

He quickly reached Xing Yao, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and jokingly asked, "Little Xing! What are you looking at? Your mouth's about to split your head in two!"

Xing Yao lowered the observation mirror, turned to Lao Qian, and said, "Come take a look. Their logistics support unit is right ahead! That's why their defense is so tight, why our black brothers have charged four times and still can't take it!"

Lao Qian grabbed the observation mirror and looked for a long time, exclaiming in amazement.

Xing Yao patted him on the shoulder and instructed, "Quick, get all the brothers in our battalion who know how to work the cannons up and running. Turn the guns around and blast their logistics support unit!"

Lao Qian stood up, slung his rifle over his shoulder, and said, "Alright, I'll go get them!"

"Wait a minute!" Xing Yao suddenly stopped him, then turned and shouted, "Signal corps!"

"Here!"

A signal corps soldier jogged to Xing Yao and saluted.

Xing Yao immediately ordered, "Bring me the combat instrument and send our real-time location to our regiment! Tell them this artillery battalion has been captured by us and we've seized a large amount of supplies! Transmit the situation on the ground, and tell them to send people over to grab the supplies. Also, notify them that we're now turning our artillery fire and preparing to attack the 175 area logistics support regiment!"

"Yes!"

The signal corps soldier jogged away.

Lao Qian grinned beside him, "Submitting evidence, huh?"

Xing Yao rolled his eyes at him, "Isn't that obvious? If I don't submit evidence, who's going to know I did this! When the war's over, this will all be battle achievements!"

...

The report was quickly finished. About half a minute later, the operation had been successfully reported to the higher-ups. Xing Yao took a swig of alcohol, pointed at Height 175, and roared, "Fire!"

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of intense explosions echoed across the position as all the artillery guns targeted the enemy logistics support regiment, firing their shells!

"Boom boom boom!"

Clusters of fire erupted violently, shaking the earth! Almost in the blink of an eye, all of Height 175 transformed into a sea of flames!

Large numbers of enemies were instantly killed, their shattered remains flying in all directions!

"Ah ah ah!"

The entire logistics support regiment descended into chaos, filled with screams of agony!

Seizing this opportunity, many Old Mo government army soldiers charged forward, launching a fierce attack on the enemy!

Xing Yao, holding the observation mirror and watching the sea of flames in the distance, shouted, "Spread out the shells, move faster, fire three rounds! Observers, pay attention to the surroundings, don't let an enemy artillery battalion bury us while we're busy blasting others!"

"Yes!"

"Clang!"

The soldiers on the artillery position began reloading the cannons, quickly launching a second barrage!

"Bang bang bang!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The intense artillery fire continuously raked Height 175. The sea of flames stretched as far as the eye could see, the heat radiating outwards, like boiling water.

...

Meanwhile, inside the Western Military Alliance base.

General Palu left Mo Deamon's command headquarters and returned to the defense zone of the army corps he led. Standing at the front lines of his defense zone, he saw his forces entering a stage of complete annihilation.

Enemies surrounded them on all sides, small groups that seemingly appeared from nowhere! This made him feel very uneasy!

The chief of staff beside him couldn't help but say, "Clearly, we've been completely bogged down by this chaotic pack-wolf tactic."

Palu looked at everything before him, his eyes bloodshot, and said through gritted teeth, "That bastard Mo Deamon, he's taken all the benefits, leaving our troops with only bloodshed and death! Two hundred and eighty million in munitions, and he didn't share a single bullet with us! Yet we're acting as his shield!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an officer ran up to him and saluted. "Reporting, General! Our logistics support unit at Height 175 has been attacked, and all the supplies have been plundered! The troops have also suffered heavy losses and are currently retreating!"

Hearing this, Palu clenched his fist and roared angrily, "The logistics unit is deep within our defense zone, why was it taken out?"

The officer immediately replied, "The battlefield over there is very chaotic. For some reason, the enemy is only attacking that point, with approximately twenty thousand troops launching an assault. There are even garrison troops from The Dragon City supporting them, our men simply can't hold out. The 62nd Regiment's artillery battalion… has also been captured."

Palu gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long time before instructing everyone, "Secretly assemble our troops, extend backwards, and retreat directly behind Mo Deamon's forces! Let whoever took the benefits bear the brunt of the enemy's firepower!"

"Yes!"

...

Old Mo Allied Forces Temporary Command Base.

Wang Dingyuan stood in the command tent, yelling into a walkie-talkie, "Tell the men down there to use their brains! Don't just focus on attacking Mo Deamon!! Grabbing a warlord general also comes with a good reward, a promotion of three ranks!! Don't be so greedy! There are more than a dozen warlord generals on the field, attack them to the death! If you attack them, they'll feel like they're just cannon fodder, and that following Mo Deamon is a losing proposition! But if you attack Mo Deamon, they'll fight you to the death because if he loses, he loses everything! Understand?"

...

Meanwhile, in The Dragon City.

Gunfire echoed throughout The Dragon City and its surrounding areas. Garrison troops, the An family's forces, and the People's Army First Army were all fighting desperately to resist the First Army Corps' offensive.

Inside the Kong family compound, Kong Zhengqi sat on the sofa in the living room, looking slightly anxious. Kong Zhengqi sat beside him and said, "Brother, the higher-ups have already notified us that if anything happens to The Dragon City, we'll have to follow the main force and evacuate to the Old Mo area, possibly transiting through Bana City."

Kong Zhengqi was silent, not saying a word.

Kong Zhengqi said with a worried expression, "Brother, I think The Dragon City is really in danger!"

"Dilingling!"

Just then, the phone rang. Kong Zhengqi took out his phone and answered it expressionlessly, "Hello?"

A man's voice came from the receiver, "Hehe, Mr. Kong, shall we continue our discussion?"