Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

He picked up his camera, struck a few poses, pouted, and said with some dissatisfaction, "It's been days, and those... what was that... what was it again, those rebels, why haven't they arrived yet?"

"Do you really want them to come?" Correa asked, observing his micro-expressions.

"Of course! Those despicable Southerners, who started the war, are all heinous rebels! What could be more exciting than heroes wiping out rebels?"

"Besides, they've been dominating the south for years. They've pocketed a lot of the money that should have been ours. Otherwise, our lives would be much better, and we wouldn't have to do this kind of hard work to make ends meet!"

The boy fiddled with his camera, muttering angrily, "These despicable Southerners stole our money and our land; they should have been wiped out long ago!"

Koreya fell silent for a moment.

This is actually the most genuine thought of the vast majority of northerners; it's just that the young man in front of me spoke without restraint and blurted it out.

Not surprising.

In recent years, the public discourse, led by the federal government, has basically been guided in this direction. No matter what kind of conflict arises or how escalated it becomes, blaming it on the Sanyuan Group in the south is always the right thing to do.

Under the powerful propaganda of the federal government, the vast majority of people are completely unable to discern the truth. They naturally assume that the current oppressive social climate in the North and their own difficult lives are all the fault of the Triple Group. They believe that the Triple Group has seized half of the land, resources, and money in the South, and that some of these benefits should rightfully belong to them.

In recent days, Koreya has also visited some grassroots soldiers, most of whom share the same thoughts, though perhaps not as directly as they express them.

She couldn't help but sigh at how easily people's mental state can be manipulated.

Given strong and powerful guidance, they can easily turn to hate another group of people who are thousands of miles away and whom they have never met.

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"Are you still used to it?"

Baal's voice temporarily pulled her out of her chaotic thoughts.

When I saw the captain again, he had changed into a classic wartime uniform, similar to what ordinary soldiers wore, without making a point of highlighting his rank.

"Captain!" The boy suddenly perked up and stood up from his chair again.

“I’m here to inform you that if things get chaotic inside Fordburg and they can’t attend to you, a basement has been built on the lowest level.” Barr pointed to the lower level, “you can go there for temporary refuge.”

"It can't be that bad," the boy said nonchalantly, putting his arm behind his head. "Four thousand against ten thousand, plus strong fortified positions, those rebels have no hope of winning."

“…Then I’ll take your good wishes.” Baal smiled noncommittally, but a hint of unease flashed across his face, which Correa quickly caught.

what happened?

Even a layman like her could see the difference in combat strength between the two sides at a glance. So why did Baal, as the leader of the legion, show such an expression?

Could there be some other hidden story behind this war?

……

"Captain, when are those rebels coming?" the boy muttered listlessly, raising his camera. "I've been waiting here..."

"Waited..."

……

His voice gradually faded, then he suddenly straightened up, hurried a few steps, walked to the lookout hole of the fortress, and gasped.

With an expression of utter surprise, I pressed the shutter.

"Crack!"

"You see, Captain, this trip was definitely worthwhile."

He held up his camera, his face beaming with excitement, "I've captured something interesting!"

Chapter 975: The Most Desperate Way to Die

"Holy..."

Without a moment's hesitation, Baal took out his binoculars and looked towards the front of the battlefield. Even the usually refined and easy-going man couldn't help but let out a classic Chinese curse.

No rebel troops were seen.

Instead, at the horizon, stood a figure. He was clad in armor, with a long sword hanging on his back, and his entire body was almost entirely covered in dark black armor.

Besides the long sword that resembled a lance, he seemed to have two other melee weapons hanging on his back, but Baal couldn't name them. Two strangely shaped guns hung from his belt; Baal had never seen such firearms before. Although they looked like pistols, they were a level larger than ordinary revolvers or slide pistols.

He stood like a city wall at the edge of the horizon, casting a calm gaze upon Fordburg, which was nearly a hundred meters away.

Besides eerie, there is no other adjective that can describe Baal.

"That's definitely it, that one." The young war correspondent from the newspaper waved his hand, seemingly quite experienced, and laughed, "Performance art. Right now, the suppression of the rebels is becoming the biggest news in the entire North. Before long, there will be even more amazing people..."

Performance Art?

Barr began to have doubts.

Even from just a glimpse through the binoculars, he could tell that the man's armor was definitely not light.

Normally, would someone deliberately wear such heavy armor, carry cold weapons, walk to a pass where war is about to break out, and perform this kind of performance art?

But... if he's a rebel, that's a bit too abstract. What's the purpose of this ambiguous armor and melee weapons? Hasn't he received any notification that humanity has already entered the age of firearms and bullets?

……

next moment.

This "performance art" suddenly lowered its center of gravity, and like a cheetah, it almost broke a small piece of the ground with its foot and started running, sprinting towards Fordburg!

"??!"

It was only at this moment that Bahr finally realized that what had come was not some abstract art master, but a real enemy!

"Warning! Warning!" Barr dropped his binoculars and shouted, "Enemy attack! I repeat, we're under enemy attack! Take your positions, quick! quick! quick!"

In an instant, alarms blared within Fort Ford, and the soldiers quickly mobilized. However, when they reached their firing positions and peered out, they saw not the billowing smoke and massive armies they had imagined. Instead, they saw only one man, not even on horseback, galloping towards the fortress on foot!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

Every step was accompanied by a thunderous roar!

Many people noticed the heavy armor he was wearing, and a torrent of profanities erupted from the soldiers.

Even if they were to remove all their armor and run without any weights, they might not be this fast.

The thing in front of me... wearing heavy armor, yet still running wildly on the ground...

Are they still human?

Although he hasn't made any substantial offensive moves yet, the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, ingrained in their genes, has already caused most of the soldiers facing this scene to experience a physiological reaction of trembling hands and profuse sweating.

The ability to judge danger is an instinct that Homo sapiens has learned over millions of years of evolution.

They were unlucky; as the first soldiers to face Zhang Renfeng directly, they had no precedent to follow and didn't know what to do.

"Fire! Fire! Stop him from advancing!"

The commander's shouts finally brought them to their senses a little.

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"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

At the highest point of Fort Ford, Barr was breathing heavily, watching this scene, and had already wiped away cold sweat for who knows how many times.

One minute.

In a minute, the armored monster had already run to a distance where he could see it clearly without even needing binoculars. Now he understood why this knight-like figure didn't need a warhorse; when his own running speed far surpassed that of a warhorse, naturally he didn't need one!

The dense gunfire and the dense, intersecting barrage of fire sounded so powerless to him for the first time.

“No, he’s too fast. Ordinary rifle bullets can’t hit him at all.” Barr took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and ordered, “Matthews, go and tell the brothers on the front lines to prepare for battle!”

"What?" The second-in-command, Matthews, widened his eyes in astonishment. "But, Captain Sisley, doesn't this mean..."

As is well known, positions located behind a fortress are only useful when the fortress's defenses are breached.

Issuing this order means that Baal has tacitly agreed that the defensive line built of eleven strong fortresses will soon be breached.

Judging from the conclusion alone, it seems somewhat alarming.

"Never mind that, go! Hurry!" Baal's heart clenched as he watched the approaching figure, and he roared, "Don't stop firing! Notify all the fortresses to begin the first round of shelling. Once it enters the breech-loading gun's range, then..."

"Boom————!!!"

"..."

Baal's expression froze.

It takes time for orders to be passed down; it's impossible for the artillery to be ready the moment the order is given.

So……

Where did that deafening roar, like a heavy cannon, come from?

He no longer had time to figure out the answer to this question.

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Zhang Renfeng understood the principle of "not biting off more than you can chew." Over the course of 14 years, he didn't try to master all thirty-odd martial arts styles in a frenzied manner. Instead, he prioritized learning those that would most effectively enhance his immediate combat power.

For example, the "Nine Yin Manual" is the general outline of all martial arts. No matter what stage you are at, practicing it will never be a loss.

For example... the Kunlun School's "Toad Stance".

In this situation, powerful jumping ability can be directly converted into combat power. Zhang Renfeng already had the Lesser Formless Skill as a foundation, which allowed him to imitate Lu Aniu's Toad Skill to a degree of seventy or eighty percent accuracy. After refining the remaining two or three tenths, he even reached a higher level—without stopping to accumulate power, he could suddenly unleash the elasticity accumulated in his body with just a breath.

A hundred meters apart, they leaped!

Before the enemy's artillery fire arrived, Zhang Renfeng himself had transformed into a projectile weighing several hundred kilograms, avoiding protection of his face, and charged headlong into the enemy's bridgehead!

The wind whistled past his ears.

"Thump—!!!!"

No tactics, just pure collisions!

Just as he expected, after his spectacular leap, he smashed a large hole in the outer layer of Fordburg. In such a brutal manner, he broke through the defenders' gate, stood directly next to the artillerymen, and slowly straightened up.

The jet-black armor that covered Zhang Renfeng made him look like a grizzly bear, casting a huge shadow in the rising dust.

In the first second of impact, soldiers closer to the target were already dead from the shockwave. Those further away suffered more – they were severely injured by the scattered debris and falling rocks, but could not die immediately and continued to struggle in agony.

Having witnessed all of this, the remaining survivors on this floor saw this terrifying figure amidst the rising dust and instantly lost all will to resist.

Almost in despair, tears streamed down her face.

Chapter 976: You are a true man

He's here!

At the corner of the stairs, soldiers coming from above and below to provide support witnessed this horrifying scene and almost instinctively raised their guns. "Oh God, he's here..."

"Boom————!!!"

Zhang Renfeng glanced at them, then used the powerful internal force of the Lesser Formless Skill to activate the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, kicking the muzzle of the breech-loading cannon. Instantly, the cannon, along with its base, weighing a full 1160 kilograms, was sent flying like a child's toy car!

A screeching sound rang out as the wheels scraped across the ground, leaving two sparking tracks. The brick pavement cracked as the wheels struck the ground.

In less than a second, the rampaging cannon smashed straight into the crowd. Immediately afterward, there was a cacophony of bones breaking and blood spraying everywhere. It was like bowling; the huge difference in mass turned the unprotected soldiers into bowling balls that had been knocked down.

Their bodies, like swatted mosquitoes, were embedded firmly in the wall, twitching every now and then and splattering large amounts of blood.

Fort Ford is the largest of all the forts.

There isn't just one staircase between different levels, but...

Soldiers coming up from other steps, witnessing this scene, were so terrified that their strength gave way and their faces turned deathly pale, even before the fighting had begun.

Anyone who can still hold a gun steadily and aim it can be considered very brave.