Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

Even if he hits the bullseye every time.

But facing 300,000 people, his shot was utterly useless.

But Ye Bai was not afraid at all. Instead, he grinned and revealed a smile that showed his eagerness to try.

With his "eagle eyes" ability, he quickly spotted the Japanese officer...

Komatsubara.

If I'm not mistaken, this young commander is the mastermind behind all of this.

This gives them a headache.

Although Ye Bai had killed them all, he still had a deep memory of the young Hattori Komatsu.

He looked to be in his early twenties, which is quite rare among Japanese military officers.

They are all exceptionally talented individuals.

Ye Bai was not surprised; from the very beginning, he had sensed the arrogance emanating from the other party.

Although it appears calm on the surface.

But his pride was etched deep in his heart.

As exceptionally gifted individuals, they are all proud and arrogant. Ye Bai is no exception, but he hides it very well, making it difficult for others to detect.

As he touched the AWM, he wondered if he should give 5.6 a surprise.

Is this a Magnum bullet?

Just as Ye Bai was pondering, Xiao Songyuan also noticed Ye Bai standing on the city wall.

However, he was not as calm as Ye Bai.

Ye Bai's age far exceeded his expectations.

He had previously thought that the opponent in this competition would be a very talented person, but he was quite old and should be an experienced soldier.

He's at least thirty years old.

However, judging from her appearance, she looks to be no more than eleven or twelve years old.

Chapter 252: Destroying the Independent Regiment

Moreover, he is still very young.

He was unable to remain calm.

He was a gifted man who distinguished himself during the invasion of China and earned the respect of many.

For his age, he has such strength.

He had never met anyone who could surpass him.

But the moment he saw Ye Bai, his heart felt like it was going to explode.

This is a kind of self-esteem that is trampled underfoot.

What you are most proud of is worthless in the eyes of others.

Even though we never met, we still fought once.

Ye Bai's performance in the team was no less than 15's, and even better.

His determination, his resolve, is beyond question.

However, he was not discouraged. He had spent far too little time on this land. He was still very young, and all he needed was a little more time.

Surpassing them would be an easy task.

He was originally very confident, but his worldview was turned upside down the moment he met Ye Bai.

His confidence had completely vanished.

His age and strength are far superior to his.

This was unbearable for him.

"how so!"

Komatsubara stared wide-eyed and shook his head in disbelief.

"This must be the captain of the independence army. According to the intelligence, their captain is only eight years old."

What does it mean to be an eight-year-old captain?

This was something that everyone found incredible.

However, this eight-year-old squad leader actually made them care so much that they sent an army of 300,000 to wipe out the Eight Banners Kingdom in the Eight Banners City.

Upon hearing his deputy's words, Komatsubara was plunged into despair.

He has resigned himself to his fate.

He was defeated before the battle even began.

"Go! Kill them all, leave no one alive, especially that eight-year-old captain, I want to cut their heads off with my own hands!"

Komatsubara seemed to have been provoked by something, his face contorted with madness as he gritted his teeth and spoke.

He stared at Ye Bai, who was standing on the city wall, with a solemn expression.

If we can take down Ye Bai and destroy the Independent Regiment, he will be the most talented person.

What does it matter if someone dies young?

Nobody will care; they'll just feel it's a pity.

However, none of this mattered to him; he simply wished for Ye Bai to die.

With 300,000 troops moving simultaneously, a major battle was imminent. Although Komatsubara hated Ye Bai to the core, he did not lose his composure.

He arranged for all 300,000 people.

Everything was in good order, and everyone was doing their own thing.

One of the vanguard units was tasked with containing the Independent Corps' attack.

Behind them, the march continued.

At the same time, they were also building trenches.

If they rush in recklessly like this, they will be courting death.

Despite their overwhelming numerical advantage, Komatsubara could not tolerate such humiliation.

He doesn't want this to happen.

No amount of troops can help against cannons.

They had only one option: to use trenches to block the enemy's advance.

In this situation, the role of trenches becomes apparent.

When the enemy concentrates its firepower, they will quickly move into the trenches, making the enemy's attack more vulnerable.

He slowly walked towards the city wall.

We passed through the city and arrived inside it.

At that time, even if they wanted to escape, they would have no way to do so. Facing an army of 300,000, they would be powerless to fight back.

Komatsubara stared at the charging army, a cold glint in his eyes.

His heart was filled with murderous intent.

On the city wall, there were rows of Type 92 heavy machine guns.

This city was originally built for defense.

Ishiki Prefecture was a very crucial place, and the Japanese valued it highly, equipping it with a large number of heavy weapons.

But they never imagined that their weapons would become the biggest obstacle for the Japanese.

Chapter 253: She Didn't Want His Life

There are no future troubles.

Zhang Dabiao and his men led a squad of artillery and opened fire in the direction of Yue Zhong.

One after another, shells burst forth from the cannon's muzzle.

It exudes a scorching heat and blazing flames.

It was like a torrential downpour, pouring down continuously beneath this vanguard force.

Amidst a piercing roar, their heads were mercilessly ripped off.

This time, their vanguard has already lost hundreds of men.

But it was their duty, and without Komatsubara's command, they had to keep moving forward.

The death toll is rising.