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Almost at the same time.

In the joint command center of the "Bear Eagle Alliance".

The cigar smoke and the aroma of high-end whiskey are intertwined to create a decadent and comfortable atmosphere.

On the huge screen, the wave of death composed of tens of thousands of wild orcs has completely overwhelmed the mechanized defense line of the Dragon People.

Marshal Malinov, General "Ghost", and all the generals and officers present had comfortable smiles on their faces, like a cat playing with a mouse.

However, just as they were waiting for the black wave to completely tear Pennsylvania's last line of defense into pieces.

God, things have changed.

On the screen, countless black airdrop pods like meteorites, dragging long tails of flames, fell from the sky!

Immediately afterwards, nearly a thousand soldiers dressed in dark red "heavy armor" full of oriental classical style appeared on the battlefield like divine soldiers descending from the sky.

"what is that?"

An American Air Force general was the first to sound confused, and he subconsciously pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

A group of generals also picked up their binoculars and looked at the battlefield nervously.

However, after the deathly silence.

The entire command center suddenly erupted in laughter that was more unbridled than ever before.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Marshal Malinov laughed so hard that he fell backwards. The wine glass in his hand shook violently and the crystal clear wine spilled all over the floor.

"What did I see? A group of actors in ancient costumes flying down from the sky?"

"Dragon people, do you have no more soldiers to send?"

"My God, I admit, this armor would really attract attention if placed in a museum."

General "Ghost" also rarely showed a smile full of sarcasm.

"But do they think that they can stop ten thousand wild orcs with this flashy, role-playing-like thing?"

"Are they crazy?"

"This isn't just madness; this is the end of one's wits!"

Another Russian general shook his head, his eyes looking at a group of idiots who were committing suicide by jumping into a meat grinder.

"I think there's no need to fight this war. Once those bluffing guys are torn to pieces by our 'Heavenly Punishment Army', we can march directly into the Pennsylvania capital."

However, just as they were opening the champagne at halftime.

None of them bothered to investigate how the group of Dragon soldiers could remain unscathed after falling from an altitude of nearly a thousand meters without any parachutes.

In other words, their brains, dazzled by a series of victories, have selectively ignored this most unreasonable and fatal detail.

In their view, this group of Dragon soldiers dressed in strange clothes were nothing more than cannon fodder sent out to die after the Dragon tanks were completely wiped out.

……

On the other side, on the Pennsylvania front line.

When Commander Holander looked at those huge figures descending from the sky like divine soldiers.

His heart, which had almost sunk to the bottom, suddenly rekindled a glimmer of hope.

"Reinforcements! It's reinforcements! I knew it! I knew our comrades from Dragon Country wouldn't abandon us!"

He was so moved that he burst into tears and almost knelt down on the spot to thank God.

However, when he raised the telescope and saw clearly the majestic figures slowly rising from the smoke and dust.

The ecstasy on his face froze in an instant.

Then, it was replaced by confusion and despair.

Soldier?

What they sent were not more Qilin tanks, but... soldiers?

Although the power armor they were wearing looked like a type I had never seen before...

However, no matter how strong the armor is, can its protection exceed that of a main battle tank?

He swallowed hard, his throat feeling dry.

It’s over.

This time, I’m afraid... I’m really dead.

He turned his head and looked at the old general beside him with a puzzled look. He was still calm and composed, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

However, he saw that Song Zhenhua did not feel the same despair and confusion as he did.

On the contrary, the God of War of the Dragon Kingdom was holding a telescope, staring intently at the steel giants who were slowly standing up on the distant positions.

There was even a hint of envy in his eyes that was difficult for outsiders to understand.

"Song, General Song..."

Holland's voice was trembling.

"You...you actually look at these warriors in such a different light?"

"Could it be...could it be that they have some special abilities that we don't know about?"

"Could it be that they can really save us from these wild orcs?"

Hearing this, Song Zhenhua slowly put down the telescope, turned his head and looked at him.

That look is meaningful.

He didn't answer, but just said it lightly.

"Keep watching, Comrade Holland."

"The real show has just begun."

……

On the battlefield.

Those tens of thousands of wild orcs experienced a brief shock and chaos brought about by the initial "meteorite falling from the sky".

Their animal nature quickly regained the upper hand in their brains.

Their red eyes were fixed on the nearly one thousand "iron cans" who suddenly appeared in front of them and dared to block their way.

"Roar--!!!"

The dozen or so tallest and strongest orcs rushing in the front let out a deafening roar at the same time!

Their feet, like battering rams, stomped heavily on the ground, stirring up dust and gravel all over the sky.

Like a dozen out-of-control heavy trucks, they charged towards the position of the "Mingguang" power armor!

They want to tear to pieces these "things" that dare to provoke them, along with their ridiculous red iron sheets!

However, faced with that violent charge that was so powerful that it could instantly cause any mortal army to collapse.

In the array of power armor, a warrior standing at the front took action.

He slowly raised his left hand and made a tactical gesture to stop his comrades behind him from shooting.

He is Zhang Zhigang.

There was no fear in his heart.

There was only an endless rage that had already accumulated to the peak and was about to explode completely!

Then, under the astonished and puzzled gazes of everyone.

He stretched out his right hand and slowly pulled out a weapon from the huge metal weapon rack behind him...

Knife.

An extremely huge long sword, its shape full of violent aesthetics and classical charm...

The blade of the knife was more than two meters long and wider than the door panel.

The blade had an obsidian-like texture, reflecting the deadly cold light of ice under the flickering firelight on the battlefield.

The back of the knife was extremely thick, engraved with a dragon pattern that shone with a golden halo.

Single-molecule vibration battle blade, codenamed "Qinglong Yanyue".

Zhang Zhigang just held the giant blade in one hand, which was extremely difficult for ordinary people to lift.

Alone, he faced the dozen or so ferocious beasts that had already rushed towards him.

He didn't shoot.

He didn't even make a charging gesture.

He just stood there quietly, like an unshakable red god of war.

"Roar!"

The first wild orc has already rushed in front of him!

Its huge claws like a palm-leaf fan, with a sharp roar that tore through the air, slapped down towards Zhang Zhigang's head viciously!

however.

"clang--!"

There was a metallic collision sound.

Zhang Zhigang simply raised his left arm, and the heavy shoulder armor easily blocked the fatal blow!

Then, his body, which had been standing still, moved.

fast!

Almost reaching the extreme!

A dark red afterimage flashed by!

The "Qinglong Yanyue" in his hand drew an extremely round and sharp black arc in the air!

"Pfft!"

There was a sound like a sharp knife cutting through rotten wood.

The ferocious expression on the wild orc's face froze in an instant.

Its body still maintained the forward-leaping posture, but its upper body had been completely separated from its lower body!

A smooth, even steaming cut appeared at its waist.

A large amount of dark red blood and broken internal organs gushed out like a flood breaking through a dam!

And behind it, Zhang Zhigang's figure slowly emerged.

He still maintained the posture of swinging the sword, and there was not even a trace of blood on the dark red armor.

He didn't even bother to look back at the body that had been broken into two pieces.

Because the second and third wild orcs had already pounced on him from both sides, roaring at the same time!

"Well done!"

A low roar filled with pleasure and endless murderous intent emanated from Zhang Zhigang's throat!

His nearly three-meter-tall iron body suddenly lowered, and the "Qinglong Yanyue" in his hand danced like a windmill, creating a dazzling net of death swords!

“Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!”

The flash of the sword, like dancing lightning, flashed through the herd of more than a dozen wild orcs.

Then, time seemed to stand still at this moment.

All the wild orcs that pounced on them, their huge and ferocious bodies, were frozen in place.

Followed by.

Thin lines of blood emerged from their necks, chests, waists... without any warning.

Then, their bodies were as if cut by the most precise laser.

It shattered neatly into dozens of bloody pieces of flesh of varying sizes.

It only took less than ten seconds.

In the eyes of ordinary troops, those dozen or so war beasts were like invincible demons.

It had already turned into a pile of wreckage emitting a strong smell of blood.

Zhang Zhigang slowly retracted his knife.

He carried the huge battle blade on his shoulder.

Then, turning around, he used his eyepiece, which was flashing with red electronic light.

Looking far away at the black beast tide, they were completely stunned by the bloody and terrifying scene before them.

Then, an internationally recognized gesture was forced out...