Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

The hunting dogs in the group suddenly barked, pulling him back to reality. Somewhat annoyed, he asked, "What's going on? Who gave you permission to bring the dogs..."

He realized something was wrong halfway through his sentence, and the army halted without orders.

On the hill, about ten meters above, a solitary figure suddenly appeared.

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Breastplate.

Arm armor.

Leg armor.

Boots and armor.

Plate armor.

The full armor set left Tolman feeling bewildered, as if he had been transported to the Middle Ages. Even so, he could still vaguely discern that the solid armor on this person was made entirely of metal, and just by looking at it, he knew that it was of extraordinary weight.

Moonlight reflected off its surface, giving it a cold, icy sheen.

The man stood on a high place, backlit by the moonlight, so his face was not clearly visible. He appeared out of nowhere, standing straight, holding a helmet in his left hand and a long sword firmly in his right.

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The seemingly impregnable army formation began to stir. The reason was simple: this man, his sword, standing atop the hill, exuded an overwhelming aura. Even during the American Civil War, such an extraordinary figure had never appeared. Unable to predict his next move, the soldiers naturally began to feel apprehensive.

Some people recognized him by this large sword, along with rumors and legends.

"It's...it's Red Center..."

"He is Red Center—!"

"Holy...this guy, I'd heard he was acting strange, and sure enough..."

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"No chaos, no chaos!"

Tolman was horrified. He had studied at the military academy for so long, but right from the start, he encountered a difficult problem he had never seen before.

Linear infantry columns are used to engage in mutual strangulation with enemy formations.

He could never have imagined that, facing an advancing army, someone would actually be wearing such armor and fighting alone with a sword. This was beyond his comprehension. As a result, he couldn't predict any of the enemy's movements, and even before the battle began, his side already felt a growing fear of the Red Army. As the leader, he had to nip this trend in the bud.

However, before he could adjust himself, the figure standing on the high place made a move first.

He gently put on the helmet on his left hand, then carefully pulled down the half-face visor embedded in the helmet, making a soft, precise click.

"when---!!"

He slammed his long sword heavily on the ground, producing a metallic clang.

A cold, full moon climbs above the blade...

After the lunar halo appeared, the five twinkling stars were faintly visible.

Chapter 531: Red Center Enters the Battle

"Fire!" Tolman quickly recovered from his shock and issued his first truly meaningful order of the night, "Fire!"

Most Pinkerton detectives were equipped with Sharps rifles, firing from below. In the chaos, the initial volley's accuracy was abysmal. It wasn't until the veteran overseers began firing that the accuracy improved; bullets struck the surface of the heavy armor with a clanging sound, seemingly without causing any damage.

Tolman noticed this detail and was once again incredibly shocked.

Such thick armor.

But what's the point of such thick armor? Armor capable of stopping bullets is so heavy that just wearing it would crush the body. Even if it could stop the kinetic energy of a bullet, what's the point if it comes at the complete sacrifice of mobility?

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"It really can stop bullets..."

Even through the armor, Zhang Renfeng could feel a slight impact, and he was overjoyed.

When Zhang Renfeng received Black Palm's "gift," he was overjoyed, feeling as if someone had just handed him a pillow when he was about to fall asleep.

Zhang Renfeng raised his various requests regarding this armor with Black Palm before leaving Sanma Town.

Perhaps it was because he helped Hongzhong forge this large sword that Black Palm's previously deserted blacksmith shop started doing better business. Even so, Zhang Renfeng's request still had to be addressed first.

During this time, Black Palm was also busy, working day and night, hammering and tinkering, and finally managed to forge this armor that barely met Zhang Renfeng's requirements.

To be honest, when Zhang Renfeng announced the number, his jaw almost dropped. It was hard to imagine that something of that weight could be worn by a person. Hei Zhang could only stammer that metal of that weight would be difficult to forge into armor. As a second-best option, he had to reduce Zhang Renfeng's expected number by half, and even then, there were still many mistakes in the process.

In short, it's heavy.

During his discussion with Mike that day, Zhang Renfeng also acknowledged his limitations: dodging bullets was definitely out of the question; on the battlefield, bullets would come from all directions. He only had two eyes; how could he possibly dodge all the bullets at the same time?

Even if a single bullet hits, it won't be fatal, but it will greatly reduce your mobility, and then more bullets will come your way.

Since that's the case, let's not hide anymore!

"ah----!!!"

Zhang Renfeng's eyes widened, and he unleashed a terrifying tiger's roar. A roar is a highly effective deterrent, proven by experience from ancient times to the present. Seeing the bullets bounce off the armor was frightening enough, but Zhang Renfeng's next action left them even more astonished.

Bend your knees.

弓背

Big jump!

"Thump—!!"

Wearing heavy armor, the originally light leaps became like cannonballs whistling out of the barrel, full of power!

Dust billowed up like ribbons, and this leap that shattered the earth, set against the backdrop of the full moon behind him and the large sword in his hand, was reflected with unparalleled clarity in the pupils of many.

"boom----!!"

The weight of this armor exceeded the limits of what an ordinary human could withstand, but this was precisely Zhang Renfeng's advantage. He then leaped down from a great height, converting the weight into a real impact. Combined with the large sword and his own strength... all these factors combined made this first show of force far more ferocious than anyone had imagined!

"boom----!!"

The broadsword flashed and fell.

The unfortunate Pinkerton detective who was chosen as the sacrificial offering was cleaved in two, horse and all, with a single blow!

The phrase "blood flowing like a torrent" is no longer sufficient to describe the scene before us; it was truly "blood gushing out like a geyser"!

At that moment, the world fell silent. Zhang Renfeng's broadsword sliced ​​through both man and horse, embedding itself deep into the ground. His armor, originally jet black, was now stained crimson by the gushing blood after such a devastating strike.

In the dead silence, Zhang Renfeng slowly straightened up, gently lifted the broadsword that had sunk into the ground, and held it in his hand. Half of his face was covered by his helmet, so his expression could not be seen. Only in the moonlight could one see his terrifying eyes, which were filled with an eerie calm.

This first act of making an example of someone was extremely effective; it deeply instilled fear in everyone's hearts.

"You...you are..."

Although Zhang Renfeng didn't reveal his name, some things didn't need to be done intentionally. Tolman almost immediately recognized him as the famous "Red Center." Seeing is believing; no matter how many rumors you hear, nothing beats meeting him in person.

He swallowed hard, his throat tighter than before, but he still wanted to restore discipline. In a slightly distorted voice, he shouted, "Don't panic! Regroup...reassemble! Maintain formation! Keep the columns open..."

"?!"

Zhang Renfeng suddenly looked up. Amidst the vast army, his gaze was like two arrows, aimed directly at Tolman, startling him so much that his face froze, and the rest of his words caught in his throat.

"Thump—!!"

His right leg, clad in heavy armor, shot out like a cannonball, delivering a powerful kick that instantly shattered the agent's ribs and sternum, causing his entire chest cavity to cave in. His figure blurred, and like a bowling ball, he flew backward, knocking down a large group of people, immediately eliciting cries of agony and pain. Unlike Zhang Renfeng, they weren't wearing armor, and such a sudden blow resulted in countless injuries and broken bones.

In this way, he used overwhelming force to tear a gap in the already ineffective line infantry formation.

Without wasting a second, Zhang Renfeng picked up his broadsword and walked into the gap, heading straight for Tolman on horseback!

"Ah..." Tolman gasped. He had watched as his opponent wielded a broadsword, hacking his way in and easily tearing his proud line infantry formation to shreds.

However, to be honest, this has little to do with whether his own skills and tactics are excellent.

The broadsword weighed 72 kilograms; if it were to strike an unarmored detective, it would be enough to shatter him.

At this moment, it was as if an enraged giant bear had suddenly barged in during a march. The strength of a bear is incomparable to that of a human; a single swipe of its paw could rip a person's skull off.

He swung the broadsword with great force, seemingly with great ease. However, when it actually touched a human body, one could glimpse just how terrifying this weapon truly was; even a light graze could result in a severe injury, either death or maiming.

Even if bullets hit him, they were deflected by his heavy armor, while the shooter would be stared at intently by Zhang Renfeng's dark eyes.

"Thump—!!"

Turn around.

Arm swing.

Even if it's just a strike to the face from the gauntlet, the force and weight of that blow are beyond what an ordinary person can withstand.

His nose was instantly smashed, teeth and blood splattered everywhere, his entire face was smashed to pieces—it was a truly horrific sight!

Tolman's mouth gaped slightly as he watched the agent, sent flying by Zhang Renfeng's blade in a parabolic arc, crash to the ground right beside him with a "thud." His lower body was deformed from the force of the blow, blood gushing from his mouth, his pupils unfocused—a truly gruesome death.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Hong Zhong, clad in heavy armor and radiating a fierce aura, defied the rifle bullets and with another slash, cut down the charging agent from his horse. He refused any surrender or pleading, finishing him off with a final blow.

Amidst the billowing dust, Zhang Renfeng looked up again and glanced at him.

He immediately thought of his second brother, Joffrey Osborn, who had been stabbed more than five hundred times and hung from the highest point of the casino.

"Ah...ah...you, you all, I..."

Tolman was thrown into a panic, sweat pouring down his forehead. He immediately turned his horse around, wanting to give orders, but even his speech was in disarray. "You give the orders for me... regroup the troops, hold the line, hold the position!"

The military academy graduate spurred his horse, turned around, and without a moment's hesitation, made his escape!

Solution to blank chapters

Word count supplemented.

Chapter 532: Killing Machine

To meet Zhang Renfeng's needs while preserving the armor's shape as much as possible, Hei Zhang racked his brains to melt as much metal as possible into armor for different parts of the body. A complete set weighed nearly a hundred kilograms.

After the battle at Sanma Town, Zhang Renfeng finally understood that although the Volcano Pistol was good, it was not the kind of thing he should use.

When it comes to sharpshooters, the Red Center gang has no shortage of them: Karloway, Mike, Theon, Angel Eyes, and Little May are all incredibly accurate. If I were to use the Volcano Pistol, it would only add another ranged attacker to the team; it wouldn't have any decisive impact on the battle.

His talent lay in his superhuman strength and extraordinary physical abilities, allowing him to move freely even when carrying heavy loads. He had a very clear vision for himself: to be the first to charge forward, regardless of the enemy's formation, to charge ahead and disrupt their formation.

After that, the enemy will definitely be scattered. The team's sharpshooters can take this opportunity to pick them off. With the enemy in such a chaotic state, they will naturally have no time to pay attention to them, allowing the team to get headshots one after another and have a string of good luck.

We must maximize these two advantages on the battlefield!

"boom----!!"

A heavy, piercing sound.

The blade swung in a circular motion through the air. Although stained with blood, the crimson color was not visible in the dim moonlight; instead, it possessed a metallic weight. Nevertheless, this swift and powerful strike, drawing a semi-circle from the side, slashed an agent from his horse and brought him to the ground, silencing his scream.

The knife was pulled out, and blood dripped from its tip. Zhang Renfeng remained calm, mechanically performing each movement like a butcher slaughtering chickens. He had already killed countless chickens; every action was ingrained in his mind, and there was no longer any surprise in his mind.

He was like a high-speed moving iron tower, charging and crashing about.

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"Damn it, this thing!" Mickey gritted his teeth, thought for a moment, and then suddenly pulled on the reins. "Help me draw this monster's fire!"

At this moment, the line infantry formations were already beyond repair. Morale had collapsed, and everyone was fleeing in different directions, naturally not caring which direction he was heading. Among the supervising team were clearly old comrades who knew Mickey. When the battle came, these Union veterans were not scattered, but at least organized a few decent counterattacks.

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

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Rifle and revolver bullets struck Zhang Renfeng's body, slightly slowing his advance. Even though he could bear the weight of the armor, the helmet inevitably obstructed his vision, and facing so many enemies simultaneously naturally reduced his awareness of gunfire. The gunshot wounds to his chest and lower abdomen caused him to feel some impact before he finally focused his gaze on the source of the bullets.

The face beneath the armor tensed up in an instant.

"drink--!!"

With a shout, Zhang Renfeng stopped slashing and instead swung his arm, throwing the long knife in his hand violently!