Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

It was so dark, and the bison's fur was so dark, that I almost missed seeing it.

Chapter 375: Home Run!

With limbs outstretched like a ballet dancer, Zhang Renfeng used his waist and abdomen as the core to perform a difficult aerial walk, extending his time in the air as much as possible.

Zhang Renfeng was somewhat pleased that he subconsciously used force dissipation.

Even if you attach countless philosophical concepts to it, like the Five Elements, the Eight Trigrams, Yin and Yang, in the end, it's just a technique derived from hand-to-hand combat, and its application should only be to humans. Yet now, facing the charge of an out-of-control behemoth, he still managed to neutralize its force, which is enough to prove that his martial arts level has made significant progress.

Unfortunately, this joy didn't last long, and was soon shattered by the rampaging armored bison!

"Thump—!!"

Another impact comparable to Mars colliding with Earth.

This time, however, Zhang Renfeng did not rashly confront it head-on. Instead, he leaned forward and bumped right into the little monster.

Just before it raised its head, about to send him flying again, Zhang Renfeng roared and used both hands to firmly press down on its head. He finally had the chance to unleash one of his most powerful weapons before being sent flying—the immense strength supported by his powerful physique.

"laugh---!!"

In the first second, Zhang Renfeng felt as if he had been hit by a train engine. It's no exaggeration to say that he had never seen a herbivore with such wildness and strength in his entire life. During the stalemate, his feet couldn't even hold on for a second and began to retreat rapidly. Fortunately, his upper body was pressed firmly against the bull's head, preventing him from being thrown off.

The immense force, transmitted through Zhang Renfeng's body, crushed the stone bricks beneath his feet, causing them to sink into the ground.

The bison grunted defiantly, its snorts ringing out like thunder. Zhang Renfeng gritted his teeth, using all his strength for the first time. His jaw was clenched, veins bulging, his face contorted in a ferocious expression. His arms trembled slightly from the excessive exertion, yet he could barely suppress the beast.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

It was not content with this and continued to growl, thrashing its massive, armored head, trying to break free from Zhang Renfeng's grip.

On several occasions, it almost succeeded.

Let alone drawing a gun, even the slightest distraction or lapse in concentration could cause him to lose in this tug-of-war!

“An adult bison can weigh up to 1350 kilograms. Of course, the ones I select as war bulls are the best of the best. For example, the one you are wrestling with, although it hasn’t been weighed, weighs at least 1500 kilograms. And if you put on a suit of armor tailored to it, wow... an ordinary person would have been smashed to pieces by this charge, but you actually stopped it with just your two arms.”

"No wonder Rancho lost to you. His strength is extraordinary among ordinary people. The warhammer he swung could easily kill a person if it fell."

"But you, it's almost as if a god resides in your body."

Old K witnessed everything from the cow's back, his tone remaining calm as he pulled an antique-looking blowgun from his belt.

"laugh!"

A poisoned dart, as thick as a toothpick, shot out. At this point, Old K stopped playing games and clearly told Zhang Renfeng that he either had to take the dart or turn away. Considering that most of the things shot out by blowguns were poisonous, Zhang Renfeng had no choice but to dodge.

In that instant of twisting its neck, the bull shifted its center of gravity. Realizing this, the restless bull swung its neck violently, using its entire head as a hammer, and slammed it into Zhang Renfeng's side!

"Thump—!!"

The protection of his knees and elbows was breached in an instant, and Zhang Renfeng was sent flying again, crashing through the wooden wall and slamming heavily to the ground. The impact immediately created a crater in the stone bricks, and his body bounced up again, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop after hitting the cannon placed in the yard.

“This guy… he’s a monster…” Seeing Zhang Renfeng stand up again while holding onto the cannon barrel, Red Fox frowned and took out his golden Lemat revolver.

"No! No!" Blood Guard shouted excitedly, stopping his companion's movements. He pulled out his scythe and lunged at Zhang Renfeng, yelling, "Don't shoot!"

"This idiot..." Red Fox cursed under his breath, even though he hadn't expected the Blood Guard to have such a problem in actual combat.

However, according to the original plan, after luring him here with several cannons, a single bullet from Crow should have been enough to send him on his way. The more steps involved in a plan, the easier it is for things to go wrong. They designed everything to be very simple: show up, bullet, and that's it. As for the three of them, they were just a safety net.

Who would have thought that Red Center was no human? Without warning, he suddenly dodged the bullets. There was also a sniper on the opposing side; one shot silenced Crow's team, whose fate was now unknown.

Seeing that everything was in chaos, the three of them had no choice but to join the fight.

"Sa!"

Blood Guard had hoped to take advantage of the opportunity when his opponent was exhausted and his muscles were loose after wrestling with the bison, in order to gain some advantage.

He leaped high into the air, and a scythe-like blade pierced the air with a sharp, explosive sound, landing squarely on his right shoulder. The imagined scene of severing an arm didn't materialize; instead, he felt an incredibly hard grip and a tingling numbness in his hand.

"An eyesore!"

Zhang Renfeng was getting annoyed by him. He grabbed the sickle that was slashing at him with his backhand, pressed it down with his right hand, and tightened his five fingers with his left hand, turning it into a hand blade, and slashed down!

"when!"

The scimitar-shaped sickle snapped in two; in this round of the battle between flesh and iron, the former emerged victorious without reservation.

"Oh..."

Blood Guard couldn't help but show surprise, but he adapted quickly, letting go of the useless weapon. Instead, he tried to pull out the two sharp knives from his belt, the ones specifically designed to stab the kidneys.

However, before he could get his wish, Zhang Renfeng swung the broken half of the sickle in reverse, piercing the muscle of his right shoulder and crippling his entire right arm.

"Xeeeee—!!" Blood Guard screamed in agony.

Seeing the situation was turning against him, Old K quickly blew his bone flute, maneuvering his bison to charge once more. The bison bellowed angrily, lowered its body, and charged straight at him like a moving mountain.

"Damn it...get out!"

Zhang Renfeng gritted his teeth in hatred and kicked the injured Blood Guard away.

He crouched low, his arms outstretched, and wrapped them around the barrel of one of the Parrot field guns. As Theon had said, this was probably the most common type, capable of firing 10-pound projectiles. Inanimate objects are much easier to control than living ones; he simply assumed a horse stance, and with a sudden burst of strength, he swung the cannon, weighing at least 400 kilograms, along with its wheels and base.

"Holy..."

Red Fox saw this scene through the large hole in the wall, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He dared not delay any longer and quickly raised his Lemat revolver, firing several shots, but the bullets were blocked by the cannon barrel. There were a few clangs and sparks flew, but it had no effect.

Old K wasn't surprised at all; only he knew what it meant to wrestle with a bison weighing at least 1.5 tons. But unlike a wild horse, a bison couldn't be stopped by pulling the reins. He could only grit his teeth and continue charging towards Zhang Renfeng.

"You bunch of bastards...you're all..."

"Where did this come from?!"

----

"Boom!"

With one stomp, he shattered the ground.

Zhang Renfeng, enraged and with eyes blazing with fury, swung the cannon barrel with both hands, lashing the base and wheels of the field gun hard at the charging wild bull.

"boom-----!!!!"

Swing.

Home run!

A bull is a bull after all; its entire body radiates an unyielding, stubborn spirit. Seeing Zhang Renfeng swing the cannon, it didn't flinch or dodge, charging straight at him. Amidst a deafening roar, the wheels deformed, the base flew off, and the cannon barrel snapped in half.

With a clang, Zhang Renfeng tossed the deformed cannon barrel to the ground and stood firmly. He looked at his opponent with a gaze that seemed otherworldly, like that of a predator.

But this bison... was struck hard, falling to the ground and creating a large, cracked crater, as if a meteorite had crashed to earth.

Chapter 376: Monsters and Monsters

"..."

I felt dizzy, had tinnitus, and blurred vision. It was as if my whole body had undergone a hard reboot, and my previous memories were no longer continuous.

It took Old K a while to remember where he was and what he was doing. He braced himself on the ground and struggled to his feet. He immediately saw the bison lying on its side, panting heavily, after being hit by a cannon barrel.

"Uh, no, not now..."

Despite the pain of dizziness, Old K immediately got up and limped over to its side. "You're alright, quick, don't lie down, get up!"

The bison seemed to sense his approach, sticking out its tongue to lick his hand, struggling to stand up, but its front hooves trembled uncontrollably. Its head was covered in armor, and at least outwardly, it didn't appear to have suffered any serious injury; however, the fall had been quite severe, likely damaging the part of its brain responsible for running and balance.

Old K wasn't an expert in animal neuroscience, so he could only take out a small vial of injectable equine stimulant from his belt. This stuff was originally designed for racehorses, which were far inferior to bison in size, weight, and muscle density. Old K had added a little of his own secret ingredient based on a recipe passed down in his tribe.

"Wait, young man, it's not over yet." Old K flicked the metal bottle with his finger and muttered, "I'll get you energized right away."

The bison seemed to understand him, as if it had comprehended his words. It struggled to its feet and let out a moo.

"Kairo, watch out!!" Red Fox's voice came from not far away.

……

"ah---!!!"

Zhang Renfeng continued to glare angrily. The field cannons, originally intended as a trap, were now weapons in his hands. This was a loophole in Laro's plan—he had actually anticipated that the cannons might become weapons in the hands of the Red Army, so he deliberately left no shells to prevent them from being used by Laro.

But he couldn't fathom how anyone could actually swing a 400-kilogram thing like a stick.

Old K turned pale with fright. For someone of mixed Black and Native American descent, this was no small feat. Any normal person could tell that even a tiny bit of that would instantly turn into a pool of blood.

Survival instinct kicked in, and he dodged the enraged monster with a quick movement.

Zhang Renfeng's anger... was thus entirely directed at this war bull.

"Boom————!!!"

One time wasn't enough, so they did it again.

Zhang Renfeng stomped his foot to generate power, using his waist to drive his shoulders and neck, which in turn drove his arms. Compared to the previous strike, this time he perfected his power-generating posture, ensuring that every muscle in his body exerted maximum power, and the cannon drew a dull arc in the air.

With that sudden turn, the field gun in my hand exploded with a loud bang and cracked open. The deformed wheels, the broken base, and the screws scattered everywhere... were strewn all over the ground.

In the same spot, with even greater force, its already trembling limbs were forced to its knees. Its enormous and heavy body was also knocked askew, lying sprawled on the broken ground. This time, it was no longer as aggressive as before, but rather felt a strange fear towards the small human before it, who was not large in stature but possessed extraordinary strength.

Logically, forces should be reciprocal. The force of the attack on the bison should be transferred to Zhang Renfeng without any change.

But he only staggered slightly, lit a dry fire, and seemed to have lost all awareness of his surroundings.

"ah---!!!"

With clenched fists and a powerful roar, Zhang Renfeng leaped onto the back of the bison. He gripped it tightly with his legs to prevent himself from falling, and his fists, as big as sandbags, pounded repeatedly on the bison's helpless head.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

……

The bison howled in agony, its limbs trembling. However, the two consecutive heavy blows that breached its defenses, coupled with its rollover, rendered it incapable of struggling. For animals of such great weight, once rolled over, getting back up requires immense effort. It's said that some animals, like elephants, may never roll over in their entire lives, and even when sleeping, they do so cautiously, lying prone, to avoid being caught off guard by a predator and unable to get up in time.

At this moment, it was like a piece of refined iron in the master's hands, letting the hammer blow after blow, striking it with a clanging sound. It was also like a nail, driven deeper and deeper into the ground with each relentless blow.

Spiderweb-shaped cracks were spreading outwards from its center in all directions. The pebbles on the ground, the few leaves hanging on the tree trunks in the distance, the glass on the luxurious mansion... all these fragile, delicate things trembled along with it.

"what……"

Red Fox stared blankly at the scene. The memories he had suppressed deep in his mind, like bubbles in beer, slowly rose from the bottom of the glass and burst.

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Fourteen years ago, heavy snow fell on Sparrow Mountain.

Not far from Lake Annabelle, there stands a wartime military fortress, where the mournful cries of a young girl echo amidst the howling wind and snow.

"No...please...don't hit me anymore, I just want to go home, I just want to go home—!!"

"Snapped!"

The soldier didn't care about anything else. He slapped the girl hard across the face, knocking her to the ground. He then pulled out a dagger, pressed it against her throat, and warned, "If you're smart, cooperate with us and serve us well! Maybe we'll let you go back when we're done playing with you, understand?"

The girl huddled up in fear, nodding repeatedly, the bright red handprint on her face particularly striking.

Scenes like this are commonplace.

Nothing can alienate a person faster than the battlefield, a fact Viktor deeply understands.

Not knowing when a stray bullet might blow their head off, the extreme fear transforms into a burning rage. In such a situation, morality and reason become utter nonsense, especially in this almost isolated snow-capped mountain outpost, which amplifies the evil in human nature.

Is the war nearing its end?

"It seems... Damn! So many people died, and only now..."

"I had a brother who risked his life for me. He'd been holding out for almost a month, and then one night he lit a cigarette, which gave away his position, and he got shot and killed..."

……

"Hey, Viktor, don't just sit there," a soldier called out to him. "Come and have a taste of the fresh produce. We've had quite a haul this time down the mountain."

"These families are all the same. I've figured out how to do it. They either hide their daughters in the stables or in the cellar. They're so uncreative, hahaha! Hurry up, because once the war is over, we won't be able to live like this anymore!"

Viktor disliked this behavior, but he didn't reject it either. It had nothing to do with morality or justice; he simply felt that he could still completely control his emotions. He didn't need to vent his frustrations through excessive drinking, smoking, or assaulting ordinary people's daughters.

“No need, you guys have fun.” Victor shook his head. “We need to set aside time and manpower; we still have to keep watch tonight.”