Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

However, the next moment, the tall figure suddenly turned its head and looked at them.

"Zheng!"

A strong, powerful metallic scraping sound.

Inside, Zhang Renfeng did not use the broadsword. Instead, he drew two short halberds from behind his back, held them in his hands, twirled them once, and slowly walked towards them.

……

"Oh God, your most humble people, we beg you... ah... ah...—!!"

"do not come!"

"Don't come any closer!!"

However, no matter who they prayed to, God or anyone else, it was to no avail. They only saw the armored monster tilt slightly, as if in the prelude to an action. But the next moment, that despairing, oppressive blackness appeared directly before them.

Zhang Renfeng swung his short halberd and smashed it down on his head!

"boom!!"

After a brief freeze, everything vanished, except for another magnificent blood flower blooming in mid-air and the screams that echoed behind them. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

Throughout the entire process, Zhang Renfeng did not utter a single word. He simply wielded his twin halberds mechanically. In Zhang Renfeng's hands, they became, like him, silent, efficient, and incredibly reliable killing machines.

In close combat, most soldiers didn't have the courage to fight Zhang Renfeng head-on and turned to run away. He only needed to chase after them and lightly strike their backs, necks, and backs of the heads with his short halberd to put them into a permanent, peaceful sleep.

They did not surrender.

They did not surrender.

There is no mercy.

There were no prisoners.

Yes, but the double halberds were constantly in motion, never stopping for a moment.

----

"Woo..."

When she finally woke up, Koreya had a splitting headache and an unbearable itch in her lungs. She coughed twice, but the smoke and dust covering her face made it hard for her to breathe.

"You're finally awake! Just... just a little longer..."

The trembling boy's voice almost made her not recognize who it was until she saw his dirty trouser legs. Then she realized that it was the little war boy from the Modern Newspaper who hadn't left at all.

A huge boulder collapsed and landed on him.

But... thankfully, God protected her and didn't crush her to death. It seemed that the stones beside her formed an angle, giving her some room to move. They spared her life, but confined her to this small angle, allowing her only to breathe, not to move.

The little boy, however, was trying to move the boulder that was pressing down on him.

With such thin arms, trying to move a huge rock is undoubtedly a pipe dream.

Koreya was overwhelmed with emotions; if it weren't for her current situation, she would have burst into tears. The feeling that she hadn't been abandoned even in this desperate situation had pushed her will to the limit.

Right now, let alone crying, even taking a deep breath could result in inhaling smoke and dust.

"Thank you..." After calming down, Correa still sighed, "You...you can't move it, you should go..."

"It's no longer safe here."

"No, no, how can I abandon you and run away!" The boy was already panting heavily, but his voice still trembled with fear as he said, "I'm a man! A real man... how can I leave someone in danger behind and become a deserter? I won't!"

"..." Koreya murmured, "But I don't even know your name."

“Lucas!” the boy replied with a strain, “Lucas, that’s my name!”

……

Korea was unaware of the situation outside; at this moment, Fort Ford seemed unusually quiet.

There were no gunshots, nor piercing sirens, making this statement all the more clear.

Immediately afterwards, she felt her body lighten.

The massive boulder that had been pressing down on them and collapsed was actually moved!

……

"Huff..." Lucas had exhausted all his strength, his limbs were weak, and he quickly collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. He said to the person who had come to help him, "Thank you, sir, you're so strong. Thank you for helping us..."

……

He was halfway through his sentence when he turned around and saw the face of the person who had come to him; the rest of his sentence got stuck in his throat.

Standing 2.6 meters tall, clad in heavy black iron armor, he stood quietly beside me.

The armor, which should have been jet black and metallic, was now stained crimson, as if it had been baptized by a rain of blood. It was unimaginable how many lives had been easily extinguished upon contact with this heavy armor.

Tick.

Tick.

Blood beads dripped slowly from the drooping blades of the double halberds.

Those black eyes... were devoid of joy or sorrow, showing no trace of normal human emotion. Yet, through his heavy armor, Lucas recognized the monster before him as the very person he had initially called "performance art."

Fordburg, which was just moments before filled with sirens blaring and voices mingling, is now deathly silent.

All of this made Lucas turn deathly pale, and his lips began to tremble.

"You're welcome, Lucas, you did a great job."

Zhang Renfeng nodded slightly to him and praised, "You are a real man."

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“Dangdangdangdangdang——!”

The next moment, he took a step forward, stood in front of Lucas and Correa, raised his arm armor, and blocked a barrage of heavy machine gun bullets fired at him from the neighboring fortress.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the once-silent battlefield became lively once again.

"Find a place." Zhang Renfeng weighed the short halberd in his hand and held it in reverse. "Hide away. This is far from over."

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

Before he finished speaking, he hurled the short halberd in his hand!

The supersonic metal object, in an instant, pierced through and smashed to pieces the heavy machine gun located in the adjacent fortress and the machine gunner operating it.

Zhang Renfeng touched the ground with both feet, used his Toad Stance, and with a loud bang, jumped up on the spot and leaped again toward the direction from which he was being fired!

Chapter 977: Three Days? Can they hold out for thirty minutes?

"..."

"Buzz!"

A buzzing sound came from my ears.

Opening his eyes, he felt the whole world shaking. Baal's mouth was slightly open, his pupils were unfocused, and he no longer knew what heaven and earth were.

The moment Zhang Renfeng crashed into Ford Castle, the massive tremor threw everyone out. Barr, on the top floor of Ford Castle, was among them. He felt a sharp pain deep in his head, as if someone were using pliers to pry apart his thoughts, piece by piece, and piece them back together. It took him a long time to finally remember what he was doing.

This is Fort Ford, the front line of the war.

Just now, their defensive line was breached by a single person within a minute.

……

"Captain...Captain!" The voice in my ear gradually became clearer, "Captain Sisley!"

Barr struggled to turn his neck and found two soldiers beside him, half-squatting and shaking his shoulders vigorously.

"You finally woke up!"

"What time is it now...?" The first question Baal asked left them completely baffled. At this point, who would care what time it was?

"My pocket watch is in the pocket of my right coat..."

The soldier had no choice but to help him take out his pocket watch. When he opened it, he saw that there was a crack on the dial, but fortunately it was not a big problem and was still working normally.

9:34 AM.

Upon seeing this result, Baal gasped in shock. He clearly remembered that the alarm had sounded around 9:30 AM. In other words, from the moment that monster launched its solo attack and stormed into Fordburg, to when he was thrown out, hit by the impact, and lost consciousness… only four minutes had passed?!

After falling into a deep coma, one experiences a strong sense of disorientation regarding the flow of time. However, if possible, Baal would rather never wake up, so as not to have to face this terrible reality.

"Captain Sisley... what... what should we do now?" The soldier was trembling with fear, his nerves on edge. He began to pause involuntarily, swallowing hard. "Fort Ford has already fallen, and the remaining fortresses might also..."

"Have we already lost?"

ask me?

Do I look like someone who knows what to do?

A thousand curses were already swirling in my mind, but what actually came out were two bitter laughs.

Baal was at a loss. His army was by no means weak. They were disciplined, coordinated in their advances and retreats, and their internal command and control within the fortress was remarkably precise. He was certain that even if a five-star general were to micromanage this defensive battle, his fate against that monster wouldn't be much better than his.

Their tactics, strategies, and methods of combat are completely different from those in the North.

"Ah, that's it..."

Barr suddenly understood.

Why are the files about Zhang Renfeng still classified as "top secret" to this day, and why is it that even his father, who was the commander-in-chief of this war, did not have the right to view them?

He believed that anyone with normal intelligence, upon seeing the actual files, would not participate in this war.

He couldn't help but find it amusing: in order to start this war, Blackwater Poison used the Blue Army and the Howling Wolf Gang as its black gloves, and the Sisswe family used Blackwater Poison as their black gloves.

But aren't they themselves just black gloves used by those above them?

……

"Captain, something terrible has happened!" The soldier beside him was clearly panicked. "Look!"

They pulled Barr up from the ground.

This time, he finally saw the "rebel army," the infamous Ramon Raiders.

Unlike the expected rangers, this unit did not ride horses but charged directly at the connected fortresses on foot. They ran very fast, indicating they had been specially trained for this type of assault.

At first, when he learned that the enemy only numbered 4000, Baal didn't take it seriously.

Four thousand men—even by Civil War standards, that's barely a full-strength brigade. The last Civil War wiped out countless corps-sized units. In a large-scale war, this number wouldn't even be enough to fend for the defending side, let alone the attacking side. Given this disparity, they were bound to cause no real trouble.

At this moment, the number of Ramon raiders who launched the charge was not even four thousand; if he counted carefully, he would find that there were only about a thousand.

What surprised him even more was that leading the group of soldiers were clearly two women with long, flowing gold and silver hair that drew two bright arcs in the air.

They didn't seem to be intentionally leading the race; they were just running at a normal pace, and their speed was enough to leave most people behind.

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

With Zhang Renfeng's example as a warning, even if the enemy only sends one more person charging over, it would be enough to terrify the defending soldiers!

"Find a place...to hide, quick!"

With his last ounce of strength, Baal gritted his teeth and said.

There is no other way.

He was no longer able to mount any effective counterattack; at least within the Fort Ford area, the surviving members had lost the will to resist. A group of soldiers with a demoralized fighting spirit could not be relied upon; there was no other way but to find a secluded corner to hide in and pray not to be discovered.

Jik's words echoed in his mind. With the help of the soldiers, Baal limped towards the refuge, overwhelmed with mixed feelings, and burst out laughing.

Three days.

The original plan was for him to occupy Fordburg and hold it for three days.

Can they hold on for thirty minutes?

"We can only hope that the order gets through smoothly and that the positions behind the fortress are prepared in advance. Otherwise..."