Gao Lingwang and others, six people in total, two guns, and a small piece of pork leg.
Moreover, apart from Gao Lingwang and Wang Zhe, the other four could only be considered half-dead.
It was good enough that they could walk on their own, let alone charge.
Gao Lingwang, however, did not consider these things.
He only faintly heard the resounding charge horn that had already torn through the foreign sky, and his blood instantly boiled.
That horn sound—
It was their fallen ancestors, calling them to follow closely and never fall behind!
And never retreat!!
If it weren't for Hammer and the others needing care, Gao Lingwang would never have considered eating and would have rushed out with his gun long ago.
"Eat!"
"Where's the pork leg? Take it out and eat!"
"We're going to charge—"
Hammer shouted, crying, as he bit into the pork leg.
Previously.
They had discussed countless times how the Eastern Land would rescue them.
But they never dreamed they would hear the sound of a charge horn here.
What did this represent?
It could only represent that the Eastern Land had brazenly dispatched fully organized elite forces to save them and bring them home!
At this moment—
They deeply understood what happiness was.
What power was!
What being unstoppable was!!
Inside the Rhodes team's camp at this time.
The scattered firelight almost reddened the entire night sky of the snowfield.
The Rhodes team members, who usually held steel guns, chewed gum, and walked with the imposing gait of a dragon, looking even more like movie protagonists, were now like pigs.
A herd of pigs scattering everywhere.
Although their ammunition depot had been destroyed and they had been caught off guard, as they frantically engaged in battle, they instinctively grabbed the firearms around them and quickly formed a line to fight under Rhodes' frantic roars.
After all, there were over a hundred members in the camp.
And after the explosion, the heavily armed forces (dozens of marines) that Rhodes had stationed on the west line also returned to the camp at the fastest speed. Their numbers reached over 130, more than double that of Dark Blade.
Logically, after an emergency formation, they could still engage in a direct confrontation with Dark Blade.
Rhodes intended this too—
But in reality?
These arrogant mercenaries, under the death charge roared by the true elite forces, couldn't even hold for a single round before being pierced through, their formation completely broken.
Then came the rout.
Rhodes kept roaring, "Hold steady!" and even shot and killed one of his subordinates, but it was of no use. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Everyone secretly cursed their parents for giving them too few legs.
Everyone wanted to escape this hellhole as quickly as possible!
Ignoring their teammates being shot down by enemy bullets one after another.
Alas!
Seeing that the situation was beyond saving, Rhodes sighed heavily and turned to run.
As he started to flee, Rhodes also specifically glanced at the containers where the hostages were held.
Because his instinct told him: "As long as I can hold those hostages, I will be invincible!"
However—
Looking at his team members desperately fleeing ahead and the enemies closely pursuing behind, Rhodes couldn't possibly go there alone to hold hostages, could he?
It was better to run.
In front of the container holding the hostages.
Murong Mingyuan, holding a gun in both hands, her face pale and body trembling, watched the scene before her as if in a dream.
Li Qianfan had told her very clearly: "Once the battle begins, Rhodes will definitely bring people to hold hostages. You can hold out for a few minutes at most, and we will kill our way to support you."
At that time, Murong Mingyuan had almost no confidence in completing the mission.
She even felt that as soon as Rhodes and his men rushed over, her position would immediately fall.
But she had to grit her teeth and agree, because it was her duty!
So.
After the expected explosions, Murong Mingyuan was mentally prepared for her "own position" to be quickly overrun by the enemy.
But no one came to attack the position "guarded" by Murong Mingyuan.
They couldn't even be bothered to look in her direction.
"So, they are so vulnerable in front of us."
Murong Mingyuan suddenly understood, and her fear dissipated instantly, replaced by an indescribable sense of valor.
She looked up with wide eyes, wanting to find Li Qianfan among the people chasing the enemy and fight alongside him!
Agile figures with red armbands on their arms ran past dozens of meters in front of Murong Mingyuan to the sound of the still loud and impassioned charge horn, but Li Qianfan's shadow was nowhere to be seen.
Where did Li Qianfan go?
In front of Container No. 11.
The moment the charge horn sounded, Li Qianfan, who was hiding behind cover to avoid the explosions, locked onto the people from the Battle Demon Temple.
He couldn't let these people disrupt the Dark Blade, who were charging.
Because these "zombies" of unknown origin were fearless of bullets.
Since they were fearless of bullets, Li Qianfan saw no need to stop them with a gun.
He carried a sabre on his back and a gun on his shoulder, took off the hat from his head, revealing his true face, and then, ignoring the chaotic camp, walked alone into the alley between the containers.
Li Qianfan knew very well.
The zombies from the Battle Demon Temple came here for him.
As long as he appeared, these zombies would not pay attention to anyone else.
Indeed!
As soon as the explosions ended, the eight experts from the Battle Demon Temple quickly rushed out of the containers.
Then they saw Li Qianfan, carrying a sabre on his shoulder, walking towards them alone.
They all instinctively stopped.
They watched silently as Li Qianfan slowly walked up to them.
Li Qianfan stopped six meters away from them.
The young temple master, surrounded by seven people, sized up Li Qianfan for a moment and then asked coldly, "Li Qianfan?"
Li Qianfan smiled and retorted, "I heard you were looking for me?"
The young temple master retorted, "Who told you we were looking for you?"
Li Qianfan replied, "I heard it myself."
Young Temple Master—
Old Eight, who had a short temper, cursed, "Are you out of your mind?"
Li Qianfan ignored him and just looked at the young temple master: "The other day, when you were interrogating Murong Mingyuan, I disguised myself as this black guy and tried to stop you."
The young temple master's gaze changed immediately.
Old Eight and the others finally understood why Li Qianfan said he heard it himself that the people from the Battle Demon Temple were looking for him.
Li Qianfan asked again, "Young temple master, can you take off your mask and let me see your face?"
The young temple master said curtly, "No."
"Why not?"
Li Qianfan was full of curiosity, "Do you have to kill anyone who sees your true face, or marry them?"
He said this purely because he had read too many martial arts novels and was speaking casually.
Because in many martial arts novels, female knights or demonesses who always wore masks would either kill the man or marry him once their true faces were seen.
The young temple master was stunned, "How do you know that's my rule?"
Li Qianfan—
He clicked his tongue, "So, you really are this cliché. Alright, don't show me your face. Lest you shamelessly marry me and make me have nightmares holding a zombie at night."
Before his words could finish—
Old Eight and the others roared in unison, "How dare you! Insolent!"
"A bunch of self-righteous bastards!"
Li Qianfan sneered and cursed, then asked, "You came all the way to this ghost place to catch me. Am I being audacious and presumptuous for speaking a few truths?"
Old Eight and the others were immediately speechless.
"Since you're so full of yourselves, let me ask you another question."
Li Qianfan asked, "Who do you think has greater strength and reputation, Longxu or the Battle Demon Temple?"
This question—
Even a fool could answer it.
But Old Eight and the others would never answer truthfully.
Instead, the young temple master answered truthfully, "Of course, Longxu has greater strength and reputation."
"So you also know that it is my Longxu's strength and reputation that are the greatest."
Li Qianfan said calmly, "You are the young temple master of the Battle Demon Temple. But I am the future Dragon Lord of Longxu. Even if I lower myself to your level, I should still have the right to speak casually with you, shouldn't I? Why is it considered insolent and audacious when I speak casually with you?"
Old Eight and the others were even more at a loss for words.
The young temple master chuckled, "Today I finally realized that the skill of the young dragon lord of Longxu is all in his mouth."
This statement was too ambiguous.
Li Qianfan couldn't help but click his tongue—
The young temple master said again, "Li Qianfan, do you have anything else to say? I can give you at most half an hour. When you're done talking, I'll take you with me."
The battle was raging outside the alley.
Li Qianfan was chattering here.
Any fool could see that Li Qianfan was deliberately delaying and bothering them, preventing them from joining the melee.
The people from the Battle Demon Temple, however, didn't care.
They came to Blackwater Forest for Li Qianfan.
As for others, they really had no interest!
Li Qianfan asked, "Are you so confident you can capture me alive?"
The young temple master replied, "As long as your parents are not by your side, I don't think anyone can stop me from taking you away."
"You really can brag."
Looking at the young temple master, who was still walking slowly, the veins on the back of Li Qianfan's hand holding the sabre bulged, and he asked, "Alright, I'll ask you a few more questions."
The young temple master walked up to Li Qianfan and stopped four meters away, "Ask."
Li Qianfan sized her up, "Who is Zhuang Wujian to you?"
The young temple master's gaze behind the mask flickered, and she replied truthfully, "That is my mother."
"Oh."
Li Qianfan nodded, "Then who is your father?"
The young temple master thought for a moment before replying, "My father's surname is Luo. There is no need to tell you his name."
Surname Luo?
Li Qianfan searched his mind but couldn't find any powerful figure surnamed Luo. He asked again, "Then can you tell me your name?"
The young temple master did not hide it, "Luo Huayin."
"Luo Huayin?"
Li Qianfan marveled, "That's a nice name. May I ask how old you are this year?"
Luo Huayin patiently replied, "A woman's age is not convenient to disclose. You only need to know that my age is enough to be your aunt."
"Oh, so you're an old woman."
Li Qianfan laughed, "Then, Miss Luo, have you found a husband yet?"
Luo Huayin—
Her patience finally vanished with Li Qianfan's question, "Li Qianfan, you talk too much."
As Luo Huayin said the word "much," she suddenly turned into a black afterimage and lunged at Li Qianfan from four meters away.
At the same moment she lunged at Li Qianfan—
"Die!"
With a roar from Li Qianfan, the sabre on his shoulder also suddenly turned into a white streak, shooting towards the black afterimage.