If Heaven hadn't given birth to me, I would be arrogant.

Time flies, and a day passes in the blink of an eye. Everyone was busy that day. Camor and his men, who had just learned a few interrogation techniques, were still eager to continue. They went around grabbing people to interrogate them, and the results were quite good. In one day, they obtained a lot of important information from the people. They even drew a simple map of the bandits' hideouts, bunkers, and sentries!

The moon finally rose. The bandits' sentries and scouts along the mountain border had been mostly captured by Camor and his men within a day, so the Shenji Battalion's operation went unnoticed. Under the moonlight, the soldiers, clad in black night clothes, began to infiltrate the forest like ghosts.

It must be said that Zong Ze brought the special operations tactics from his previous life to this world with great completeness. None of the soldiers spoke; all their coordinated actions relied entirely on sign language. Of course, these sign languages ​​also fell into the notice of some bandit sentries. Before being killed, each sentry had the same thought: "Damn, is the training officer of this Shenji Battalion a bandit by birth like us? His sign language is even more professional than ours."

Two days later, several hundred Shenji Battalion soldiers had reached a position about 300 meters from the bandits' lair. However, this place was already very close to the lair, with countless bunkers and sentries, making it impossible for the soldiers to perfectly conceal their movements.

"Dududu, dududu!" The alarm from the sentry immediately resounded throughout the bandit stronghold area, and the stronghold was in an uproar. Led by nine burly men, nearly two thousand bandits gathered in the courtyard of the stronghold.

"Don't panic, everyone!" the ninth leader of the bandits shouted. "Judging from the direction of the alarm, the enemy is at least 500 meters away from us. Everyone, get to your defensive positions and do your job. There are so many of us on the perimeter, they can't possibly break through. It must have been a very small number of people who got in and triggered the alarm."

Old Nine's words gradually calmed the previously chaotic bandits, and many of them began to run towards the pre-arranged guard positions. At this moment, Old Nine shouted again: "Send a signal to have the brothers on the outer perimeter retreat. Keep an eye on the way and try to annihilate the enemy's manpower."

It must be said that this Ninth Brother is quite capable in commanding battles. If they were facing other armies, those armies might have had a real hard time swallowing these bandits without paying a heavy price. But unfortunately, today these fierce bandits encountered Zong Ze's Divine Machine Battalion, the first special operations force in the history of the Holy Word Continent.

After Lao Jiu finished speaking, he glanced at his eight brothers beside him and whispered, "Now, we need to shout back at them. Fifth Brother, your voice is the loudest, so shout it the way I taught you before!"

Nodding, the bandit known as Fifth Brother took a big step forward and shouted into the dark forest, "You guys over there, I know you're from the Divine Machine Battalion in the capital. Let me tell you, this isn't a place for you. If you insist on going your own way, don't blame us for being impolite. We have 50,000...!"

"Gah, hiccup..." Old Five was shouting when suddenly a dark light shot out from the darkness like lightning, piercing straight through Old Five's throat and interrupting his shout. Old Five was already covering his throat with his right hand, but he couldn't stop the blood from spurting out between his fingers.

"How...how is this possible?" The once composed leader stared in horror at the dead fifth brother lying on the ground, shouting, "Fifth brother was a second-level Martial Saint, only slightly weaker than me, how could he have been killed?"

"Boss! Something's wrong!" The Ninth Brother squatted down and carefully examined the Fifth Brother's cause of death. He said in a deep voice, "Fifth Brother was shot by an arrow, but our sentries can confirm that the enemy is at least 300 meters away from us."

"You mean...?" The leader's voice trembled slightly at the thought of this terrifying possibility: "Is that rumor true? That the people in this Shenjiying Town have the ability to shoot people from 200 meters away?"

"Judging from Fifth Brother's condition, this matter is probably true." Ninth Brother nodded, his tone very solemn: "If the guess is true, I estimate that none of us will escape today. If we want to escape, we might as well leave now!"

"No, I'm not leaving. This is my home. I've worked hard for decades, and I even defeated the White Tiger Cavalry. Now, do you think I'm afraid of some kid in his teens leading 50,000 men?" the leader said fiercely. "I won't lose, and I won't die!"

"Hehe, whether you live or die isn't up to you. Let me tell you, from now on, your fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens!" Suddenly, a hearty laugh reached the ears of the bandits. Looking towards the sound, several black figures slowly emerged from the darkness. It was Zong Ze and several battalion commanders.

It turned out that Zongze and his group had started their operation at the same time as the soldiers. However, they chose to ignore the bunkers and sentries they encountered along the way. Given their strength, it was a pipe dream for those bunkers and sentries to discover them.

A quarter of a day earlier, Zong Ze and his men had arrived at the bandits' lair and hidden themselves. Zong Ze had originally planned to wait for his brothers to attack so that they could coordinate an attack from the inside and take down the nine leaders in one fell swoop.

But who would have thought that this scene would happen? If the leader hadn't been so stubborn and refused the ninth leader's suggestion, maybe a few bandit leaders would have been able to escape. But now that Zong Ze has heard it, he naturally can't hide anymore. Otherwise, if a few bandit leaders really escape, he'll probably regret it to death!

"Who are you? How did you get in?" The gang leader asked, stopping several of his men who were about to rush forward to save the medicine when they realized the situation was turning against them.

"Gentlemen, please allow me to introduce myself since this is our first meeting." Zong Ze performed a standard aristocratic bow and said, "My name is Zong Ze, a hereditary marquis of the empire, holding the title of general, and the commander-in-chief of this attack on your bandit stronghold."

"What? You're Zong Ze?" Upon hearing Zong Ze's self-introduction, all the bandits panicked. One of the bandit leaders shouted urgently, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could you have entered our territory without a sound!"

Meanwhile, another group of bandits had already begun to gather their strength, preparing to deal with Zong Ze and his men. Zong Ze, however, remained calm and composed. With a slight raise of his hand, several more black shadows, just like those used to shoot Lao Wu, shot straight at the feet of the bandit leaders.