Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"you are very brave."

Zhang Lujiu pressed his hand down on the iron rod, and before death came, he gave his opponent, who was charging at him, a cold, emotionless compliment.

"……what……"

The blue-clad soldiers looked utterly horrified, clearly not having reacted yet.

"laugh!!"

After saying this, Zhang Lvjiu quickly pulled the iron rod out of his body.

With a backhand strike, he smashed the staff into the chest, and before the excruciating pain from the open wound could reach his brain, the staff, with its powerful internal force, shattered all the meridians in the man's body.

Perhaps in his dying moments, the soldier finally realized the preferential treatment Zhang Lujiu had shown him. The corners of his mouth seemed to turn up at a very slight angle before he finally collapsed limply to the ground and died.

Chapter 896: The Most Desperate Way to Die

"Gentlemen, we made a promise beforehand—!"

Zhang Lüjiu didn't shout at the top of his lungs, but his voice was full of energy and instantly spread throughout the empty military camp.

"Surrender your weapons, or you will be spared!"

……

This time, it was the remaining remnants of the Blue-Clad Army who should have been utterly astonished.

Just minutes before, one of them, after being persuaded to surrender by Zhang Lujiu, had actually launched a suicidal charge against him on a military motorcycle. Seeing this, the soldiers who had already surrendered felt a chill run down their spines. When Zhang Lujiu took the motorcycle and slammed it against the gate, their anxieties finally died completely.

According to battlefield conventions, this behavior is considered extremely ungrateful. Anyone else might have changed their mind on the spot and ordered everyone killed – it would only cost a few dozen bullets, and they could even earn some credit for their kills.

But this young man in front of them was able to stop his men and still insist on the original principle of "surrender and you will not be killed".

On this life-or-death battlefield, he's practically a compassionate and merciful living bodhisattva!

With the filter applied, even Zhang Lvjiu's blood-stained armor began to gleam.

The already scattered main force of the Blue-Clad Army surrendered once again.

General Clemson, who had just made bold pronouncements about driving the Red Scourge out of this land, had already fled amidst the chaos.

Otto jogged over, parting the crowd, his impatience written all over his face.

Seeing that Zhang Lujiu was unharmed, only bearing a few bullet scratches on his armor, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, feeling exhausted, he said breathlessly, "Next time... if you're going to do that again... remember to tell me!"

"You...oh, forget it."

Otto originally wanted to say a few more words to him as an elder, but looking around, he saw that some were dead and others had surrendered. What else could he say about this fourteen-year-old boy who had made such great contributions?

He couldn't help but sigh and said with a wry smile, "You and your father are exactly the same. You always manage to create miracles so effortlessly."

Otto wasn't too surprised. Back in the Badi Mountains, when Zhang Renfeng was dealing with a mine blowout, he uprooted two trees as easily as eating or drinking. He then brought several pickaxes, broke them in half, used the pickaxe shafts as nails, and with his own fists as hammers, he hammered the pickaxe shafts through the two trees, connecting them together.

Then, with a roar, he grabbed the massive log with both arms and hurled it into the turbulent current, saving fifty-five people who were doomed.

That night, many people only remember Zhang Renfeng's counterattack on Lagras, the massacre of the city, and the 550-blame slash to death the notorious Joffrey Osborn. But few know that before that, Zhang Renfeng had done something that could be considered legendary.

By a twist of fate, Otto was there the whole time that night, and could be considered a witness to this miracle.

With his father's support, Zhang Lvjiu's current record is certainly impressive, but it's not quite amazing yet.

"Where is their mastermind?"

The battle wasn't over yet. Otto's gaze fell upon the distant Glenburg Fortress, and he said in a deep voice, "Do you need me...?"

"No, your men will stay here and be responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and taking a headcount. Remember to disarm them."

"As for that general..."

Zhang Lvjiu's eyes narrowed, and he took off the three grenades from his belt one by one, his voice extremely cold, "I will capture him myself."

"Clang!"

With a flick of his thumb, Zhang Lvjiu removed all the pins from the grenade, then gently lifted his left arm and tossed the grenade into the air.

With both hands, they twirled the sticks, creating a dense, impenetrable display!

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"when!"

With three soft thuds, Zhang Lvjiu struck the falling grenade with incredible precision, sending it flying like a baseball.

Three nearly spherical grenades, propelled by a heavy iron rod, were given an incredibly powerful initial velocity, tracing three elegant parabolic arcs as they fell in a certain direction through the night sky!

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"Huh...ha..."

Clemson himself found it strange. Just a dozen minutes ago, he was pointing at this and hitting that on stage. Logically speaking, even in a dream, it would take more than that, right? How could the situation have changed so drastically in the blink of an eye?

He had no energy left to think; he ran away with all his might. To describe it as a hasty retreat wouldn't even be enough; it was more like a scramble and crawl.

"Damn it... damn it! What the hell is that?!"

Several captains who had miraculously survived were also fleeing with him, and they cried out in alarm.

Actually, they didn't want to shout like this, but their fear of Zhang Lvjiu was about to overflow. It was like being in a haunted house; the atmosphere and environment were so oppressive that if they didn't say something, they would really break down.

Besides, no matter how scary a haunted house is, everything inside is fake.

But at this very moment, there really is a living, moving demon chasing after them. Seeing him smash their skulls, one blow after another, like the King of Hell calling in his troops, those who can still move are already considered quite brave. Many are truly frozen in place, utterly terrified by the sheer force of the physical reality.

"I...I already told you..."

Mister, barely keeping up with the fleeing group, panting heavily, replied, "Do you think any kind of person can be called a 'calamity'? Red Calamity, Red Calamity, the destructive power he can unleash is no different from an earthquake, a landslide, or a hurricane!"

"However, I didn't expect that his son, who is clearly of mixed race, would possess... such terrifying destructive power..."

"We've been played!" Only then did someone belatedly realize what was happening, angrily shouting, "Those bastards up north used us as cannon fodder to test these monsters! Damn it... why don't they go and do it themselves?"

“I knew all along that dealing with bankers would never end well.”

"That's right, that's exactly it!"

……

"That's enough, shut up!"

Clemson couldn't hold back any longer and roared, his expression already somewhat ferocious, comparable to a gambler who had lost everything but still refused to leave. "This is just a strategic retreat, I haven't lost yet!"

"We...we still have our core strength. We've only lost Glenburg. As long as we withdraw, reorganize, and hide in the north for a while, we can still manage..."

……

"boom---!!"

He never dreamed that while he was running, the sound of an explosion would come from directly above.

Zhang Lvjiu calculated the kill radius of the explosion perfectly: the grenade did not fall to the ground, but exploded directly in mid-air, and the shock wave generated was enough to kill all the fleeing people, throwing them all to the ground.

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My eyes are blurry.

tinnitus.

Clemson covered his ears and screamed in agony. He turned his head and saw half of a companion's body lying in front of him, which instantly snapped him back to reality.

……

"laugh----"

Amidst the smoke and dust, he heard the sound of an iron rod being dragged across the ground.

Like a demon from hell, it slowly approached him.

Chapter 897: Zhang Wusheng

"No...don't come here..."

At this moment, Clemson's voice gradually lost control. His expression was contorted, his eyes wide open, and his trembling hands tried several times before finally drawing the gun from his belt and aiming it at the figure that emerged from the smoke and dust.

"Don't come over here--!!!"

"boom!"

Almost the instant he pulled the trigger, the iron rod swept across, striking his wrist. With a muffled thud, though drowned out by the sound of the gunshot, Clemson's wrist was instantly broken by the immense impact, his entire hand dislocated and hanging limply to one side. The shot, naturally, went astray.

"..."

Upon first seeing a broken hand, one is usually in a daze, unable to react. Clemson stood there, completely stunned.

Zhang Lvjiu was very experienced in this; she just stood next to him and did nothing, and he wouldn't mind spending a few more seconds.

"Ahhhhhh!! My hand...my hand!!!"

After a brief silence, Zhang Lujiu pressed the iron rod against his shoulder. With a slight pressure, the immense force forced him to endure the pain and dare not cry out. He could clearly feel that if the other party used even the slightest bit more force, his shoulder and neck would be completely crushed!

Zhang Lvjiu half-squatted down, reached out, and took off the string of military medals hanging on his chest, examining them carefully.

It looks quite impressive, but none of the medals he received were awarded by any official institution. Even a real general might not have that many medals to wear.

"General, is that right?"

Zhang Lvjiu sneered, held the medals in his palm, and suddenly clenched his fingers!

"Creak—!!"

The sound of metal deforming and twisting came from his palm.

When he released his grip, the iron medals in his palm had been crushed into a small ball! Zhang Lüjiu hadn't even taken off his arm armor yet, and he still had such grip strength through the armor. It was hard to imagine how strong he would be after taking off his arm armor and gloves.

Clemson gasped in shock, seemingly forgetting the pain of his broken hand, and retreated hastily, using both hands and feet.

"General, is that right?" Zhang Lujiu tossed the crumpled iron block in front of him and asked with a sneer, "Who appointed you as a general?"

"No...don't kill me, you can't...kill me..."

Clemson took a deep breath, finally grasping at a sliver of hope amidst his despair. His voice grew louder as he gritted his teeth and said, "I am the leader of the Blue Shirts. We... besides those in Glenburg, there are many others elsewhere!"

"The Blue-Clad Army is made up of people who are dissatisfied with your Yellow Barbarian family. There are many such people in the South! Killing me will only add fuel to the fire and further enrage them... Then, the wave of discontent against your family will completely engulf you!"

“I can persuade them.”

Zhang Lvjiu said without changing his expression, as if telling a hellish joke, "In this regard, I am still very confident."

"Look, those remnants of the Blue-Clad Army outside, according to you, were once among those who hated me, but haven't I convinced them all?"

……

"Ah...this...this..."

Clemson's face froze, changing several times, becoming increasingly pale.

Zhang Lvjiu looked at him patiently, "Is there any other reason that can convince me to let you live?"

"If not……"

"Wait, don't kill me! I...I know! I know about what's happening up north. Someone offered a price for this. There's more to it than meets the eye, a much deeper story!" Clemson gasped, swallowing hard, his voice rising an octave in panic. "If you kill me, you...you'll never know the truth in your entire lives!"

……

silence.

After an unbearable silence, Zhang Lvjiu raised his left hand, groped around on his right shoulder, found a pull ring, and gently pulled it.

“Kakakaka—!”

The sound of gears turning came from inside the armor, and wisps of steam spewed out from the small holes.

The armor covering his entire right arm, like a lobster shell, was divided into sections of varying sizes and neatly peeled off, landing heavily on the ground with a thud. Zhang Lujiu moved his wrist, and under Clemson's horrified gaze, he slowly raised his right hand, opened his palm, and placed it against Clemson's side of the neck.

With no cover whatsoever, the skin-to-skin contact made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, and he was terrified.

……

"Dong dong!"

"Dong dong!"

"Dong dong!"