Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

The war horses neighed.

In an instant, a mighty roar of battle cries came from both sides of the position!

"Kill them all—!"

Clad in armor and wielding a giant axe, Zhang Honglu, his face beaming with excitement, rode a chestnut Turkmen warhorse at the forefront. With a single swing of his axe, he spun through the crowd, severing countless heads.

"..."

Zhang Lüjiu, also clad in plate armor, didn't say much. He simply led another team to flank from the right. He wielded his iron mace, delivering precise blows from horseback. With each strike, regardless of whether someone was wearing a helmet or not, the result was the same—skulls and brains splattered out!

Each of them led a thousand soldiers, which, to be fair, was not a large number, and the number of soldiers on the battlefield far exceeded that.

However, the defeat was swift and devastating.

Their appearance was like the last straw that broke the camel's back... Yes, not just "broke down," but "killed." The soldiers realized that there was more than one monster like Zhang Renfeng, and coupled with the high morale of the Lamon raiders' charge, this fairly well-trained garrison finally collapsed completely at this moment.

A torrent of water!

……

"Lieutenant, Lieutenant?!" A panicked subordinate stumbled over, "It's all over, run!"

“How… how did they…” Matthews was still a little dazed.

But he quickly realized that Zhang Renfeng's appearance had drawn all the attention away from the position. The soldiers were on edge and naturally didn't notice that two groups of Lamon raiders had quietly bypassed the fortress and reached the flank of the position.

It's not just a difference in strength.

The opponent's strength was already enough to overwhelm him, yet he still did not underestimate him tactically.

They're still using tactics!

……

“…You guys go.” Matthews took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Although…I estimate we can’t get very far, but…let’s still try our best to escape.”

He picked up the rifle, skillfully ejected a bullet, and said in a deep voice, "I will buy you a little bit of time."

"As a commander, this is my duty."

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"Hey, Zhang Renfeng—!"

……

On the battlefield, having someone call your name is quite a novel experience.

Zhang Renfeng turned his head, only to be met with a high-speed bullet.

"boom!!"

Zhang Renfeng dodged aside and saw the figure among the fleeing soldiers raising a gun and walking towards him.

"..."

Zhang Renfeng remained silent and walked towards him.

“Ha…” Matthews laughed and shouted, “You are much taller than they say.”

He drew his American Army standard silver-gray Colt revolver, took a slightly dazed breath, and pressed the hammer.

how to say……

Watching the armored giant, almost twice his size, walk towards him step by step, felt like a dream.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Six shots without hesitation.

Zhang Renfeng raised his right hand, anticipated the trajectory of the shot, and blocked it entirely by slightly moving his palm.

The bullets from the revolver couldn't penetrate the thick plate armor at all; in fact, they ricocheted, sending sparks flying.

At this moment, Matthews's mood calmed down. He didn't reload, but instead drew his military dagger from his waist, twirled it, and held it in a reverse grip.

"..."

Zhang Renfeng stopped about five steps away. Matthews could sense that beneath the heavy helmet, a hint of emotion seemed to well up in the eyes of this killing machine.

This is war.

All sorts of people met in this great crucible of the Asura realm, in a tragic way.

----

"boom--!"

For the first time, Zhang Renfeng took out the long sword hanging behind him and slammed it heavily on the ground!

"Born with honor..."

He said in a deep voice, "To die with honor."

Chapter 980: Are you my friends?

"Um...Miss...No, Madam! This lady!"

Mans looked terrified, and his tone was extremely humble.

Walking in front of him was a petite woman with golden hair, whose age was impossible to discern from her appearance. Mans couldn't understand it either; according to common sense, the military was a male-dominated field, and it was hard to imagine that such a seemingly delicate woman could walk so freely within it.

Even so, he dared not be negligent in the slightest. Although he wanted to curry favor with the other party, he did not know how to start the conversation.

It is now 10:20 AM.

In other words, in nearly an hour, this 4000-strong Confederate army had breached eleven bunkers, including Fort Ford, and completely routed the 10,000-strong Union army garrison.

What was breached was not only the defensive line, but also the worldview of the spectators.

The ability to defeat an entire organized army of around 10,000 men within an hour—and not just "repel," but completely annihilate them—demonstrates that the two sides' combat capabilities are simply not on the same level.

Trapped in their position, they witnessed the entire process firsthand: the monster in black armor stirred up a storm, and it couldn't even be described as going in and out seven times. This guy treated the battlefield like his own backyard, going wherever he wanted.

At the same time, two assault teams flanked the enemy from both sides.

Their defeat was swift and complete; they couldn't even muster a single decent resistance.

What's worse is that even after all this, they still haven't escaped.

Two flanking units, totaling two thousand men, formed an encirclement, trapping the deserter. The end result was that the vast majority of soldiers, in the chaos, fired their weapons as a sign of resistance, and were subsequently mobbed.

Mans, a man accustomed to grand occasions, was now trembling with fear. He had long since given up hope for any political achievements or making headlines. His only hope was to survive that monster; survival would be enough!

"Before meeting the supreme commander of the great Southern Army, there are... there are some things I want to clarify first. We are here because..."

"Yes, it's because these inhumane Northern Federation troops forced us innocent civilians to come and watch the battle! That's right, forced, not that we came voluntarily."

"They want to use us, these weak and defenseless ordinary citizens, to... to witness your defeat firsthand. Then, using Morocco as a starting point, they want to spread... spread this message far and wide!"

"However, we have always been concerned about the legitimacy of the Southern regime. In my view, this is a completely legitimate demand. Southerners have the right to decide their preferred way of life, and we, the people of Morocco, are willing to offer our utmost loyalty to the great Southern leader..."

……

Despite all that was said, the blonde woman's expression remained unchanged, and she offered no response.

Give it a gentle push.

Mans finally understood why this seemingly petite woman could stay in the army. This seemingly soft slap pushed him so hard that he stumbled and staggered into the military tent.

----

……

Upon seeing the scene inside the tent, Mans's tongue was tied in knots from sheer astonishment.

very young.

too young!

He also knew that the top echelons of the Northern Federal Government were currently controlled by a group of "young and middle-aged" individuals. While called "young and middle-aged," they were actually mostly people around forty to fifty years old. Politics is a unique field; this age is considered relatively young.

But... these people in front of us are truly too young!

In the chaos of the battle, Mans hadn't had a clear look, but now, with the help of the lamplight, he recognized the two army leaders who had flanked him from the flanks. Their faces were so young, so innocent; he even suspected they weren't eighteen years old!

"Shh!" "Shh!" "Shh!"

Zhang Honglu looked up at him, then sat in the corner, stroking the giant axe to himself.

Zhang Lüjiu, leaning on his coiled iron staff, stood on the left, slightly behind, his expression calm, resembling a loyal guard.

Zhang Wusheng put his cane aside, leaned over the table, and began to scribble various annotations on an unfolded map. Beside him were drafting tools such as a ruler, eraser, and compass, for him to make corrections at any time.

Zhang Fulin stood beside the man, speaking to him. In front of them was a fairly large sand table. Neither of them deliberately lowered their voices; however, Mans couldn't understand a single word of the language they were using.

Rather, he probably wished he could hear as little as possible.

“Senior brother,” Wolf said softly, “I’ve brought the mayor of Morocco City with me.”

……

Zhang Renfeng stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around.

Inside the tent, he no longer wore armor, and his figure was noticeably smaller.

However, the aura he exuded became even more terrifying, amplified by his countless blood debts.

Mans already had a general idea of ​​what was going on. It was this man who, single-handedly, had broken through eleven defensive fortresses and torn a gap in the Federal garrison. To the Southern army, he was like a god walking on earth, who, with a wave of his hand, completely rewrote the outcome.

Zhang Renfeng, the mastermind behind the Sanyuan Group, is also one of the true initiators of this war!

Before he could say anything, a single glance from his gaze sent Mans' legs trembling, and he felt like he was about to collapse. All the excuses he had thought of along the way vanished from his mind, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Welcome, Mayor. There's not much to offer in this haste."

Please forgive me.

To Mans' surprise, the man who single-handedly breached the fortress and city defenses did not twist his head off with his first words.

Ironically, this was his subconscious rehearsal for the conversation.

Zhang Renfeng did not kill him, but instead personally brought him a stool and gestured for him to sit down.

"I...I really can..."

“Sit down, Mans,” Zhang Renfeng said calmly. “Please sit down.”

Mans took a deep breath, prepared himself for the possibility of death, and sat down with trepidation.

"You northerners call me the 'Red Peril,' right?"

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"?!"

Mans jumped in fright, as if springs had been installed on the stool, causing him to leap up rapidly. He waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no, no, this... this kind of disrespectful and derogatory term, I... I swear on my life, I absolutely never called you that!"

“Not only did I not address you that way, but no one in our city of Morocco would call you that either! I just—yes, I also told this lady—that America is a free country. People from the South have every right to choose their own way of life, regardless of who brought them there!”

……

“You are very enlightened, Mr. Mayor.”

A smile appeared on Zhang Renfeng's face.

At this moment, that smile appeared unfathomable and inscrutable to Mans.

"But actually... I really like this title."

"Red Peril".

"To my enemies, I am like a natural disaster or a calamity. I believe you are already in the best position to see clearly how I will treat my enemies."

"However, we are much more lenient with our friends."

“Then, Mans…”

Zhang Renfeng smiled and walked towards him, stopping about three steps away, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Are you my friends?

Chapter 981: A Deadly Question!