Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

In the dense forest, as they were about to cross the outer perimeter of the Talon Revolutionary Army's stronghold, Du Weiguo said in a deep voice:

"Ellie, Old Huo, you don't need to follow me anymore. The camp is about to descend into chaos. Go find a place for roll call."

"Anyone in charge of things in the barracks, even the platoon leader, will be fired." His tone was as sharp as a knife.

This damned Talon Revolutionary Army has a total strength of 15, much larger than the Dumo Legion.

Even if we take them in, we must get rid of all the leaders first, and then streamline and reduce their numbers, otherwise they will become too big to handle.

"Roger that, boss. This is my specialty. I guarantee I'll complete the mission." Ellie replied cheerfully.

"Understood." Huo Weiren was ruthless and didn't say much. He picked up his gun and left.

They are all top-notch sharpshooters, and also possess exceptional eyesight. With the help of specially designed sniper rifles, they can achieve kills at extremely long range.

In the midst of chaos, they were nothing short of two death gods.

Ellie and her team moved with remarkable speed and skill, clearly having fully adapted to rainforest warfare, and vanished into the jungle in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Du Weiguo turned his head and asked, "Xiangtai, how many soldiers have you gathered?"

"About 2 million."

Shota followed him like a shadow, silently, and if he didn't speak, you could hardly sense his presence.

However, several hundred meters behind him in the jungle, countless crows were nimbly flying low and leaping among the branches, without making a sound the whole time, their silence extremely eerie.

It's even more terrifying when viewed from the sky; it looks like a gigantic black shadow covering the entire jungle, moving swiftly alongside them like a shadow.

Du Weiguo considered it briefly: "Hmm, it should be about right."

"Shota, once the camp gets chaotic, you'll be in charge of directing the crows to handle the artillery camp and the helicopter squadron."

"My requirement is that not a single shell should leave the barrel, and not a single helicopter should take off."

"Understood, sir. I will certainly complete the mission!"

Shota's expression was solemn and his tone serious. He obeyed every order issued by Du Weiguo as if it were a sacred decree, and was always prepared to die for his cause.

Du Weiguo was somewhat amused and exasperated, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Relax, Shota, this enemy is easy."

"Moreover, this is very likely our last large-scale operation in the near future. After that, it will be a long and pleasant vacation."

“Yes, sir,” Shota replied in his usual formal manner.

Although this guy has made rapid progress and is used to seeing big scenes, he still gets nervous whenever there is a major battle.

"Damn, you're really hard to deal with." Du Weiguo scratched his head dramatically.

He knew that this kind of thing couldn't be resolved in a few words, so he simply ignored him and curled up two fingers and put them in his mouth.

"Whoosh!" He puffed out his cheeks and whistled a loud whistle that shook the entire jungle.

At the same time, Nightmare, who had already broken through to the edge of the camp, stopped abruptly upon hearing the loud whistle.

Its other two eyes suddenly opened, and all four eyes turned blood red at the same time, like a demon from hell.

"Tap tap tap, bang bang bang, pat pat pat~"

A few seconds later, the entire military camp suddenly erupted in chaos, with all sorts of gunfire mixed with wails and screams echoing through the sky.

This is the Nightshade's signature move: large-scale illusion manipulation.

At this moment, in the eyes of these Talon Revolutionary Army soldiers, their former comrades-in-arms, who had once shared life and death, had all become irreconcilable enemies.

Previously, Nightmare's abilities were relatively limited, and at its peak, it could only affect a few thousand people. However, it has now evolved and can cover almost the entire military camp, hypnotizing everyone at the same time.

Of course, the intensity of such widespread hypnosis is definitely not high.

A select few with exceptional talent and unwavering willpower are certainly able to break free from illusions, including Repnir, the leader of the Talon Revolutionary Army.

At the time of the incident, he was studying a map of Kalimantan in his office when he suddenly felt a blackout, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. His mind was buzzing and blank.

When he finally regained consciousness, the entire camp outside was filled with gunfire and cries of agony.

He hurriedly forced himself to run to the window to check, only to be nearly blown off the top of his head by a stray bullet.

Fortunately, he dodged in time, only suffering a graze to his scalp and avoiding being shot in the head on the spot.

"hu~hu~"

Blood instantly stained Repnil's entire face. He crouched by the window, still in shock, clutching his wound and panting heavily, his eyes filled with despair.

"Demon!"

After a long pause, he squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

Just now, even though it was only a fleeting glance, he knew that the Talon Revolutionary Army was finished. At least his stronghold, which he had built up over a long period of time and thought was impregnable, was definitely destroyed, and no one could save it.

There is only one organization in the world capable of achieving this without ever showing its face: the Fiend Clan, and most likely the Fiend Clan is personally led by the Fiend God himself.

"Bang! Bang!"

Just then, a sharp gunshot rang out outside the office door. Clearly, even his personal guards had begun to fight amongst themselves.

"Sigh~" Repnir suddenly let out a long sigh, and muttered to himself with a bitter smile:
"This is indeed a case of 'dimensional reduction attack'. Judging from this posture, they have no intention of recruiting me or leaving me a way out."

"If I had known this would happen, I should have struck first. And that idiot Adil, I should have stopped him and not let him die in vain."

Repnir was a smart and sensible man; he knew that the Killers were no match for him.

Even the United States, Russia, England, India, and Persia, these great powers, had to give way to this behemoth. How could he, a mere warlord, possibly stand up to the enemy?
Since discovering that the Fiends also intended to seize Kalimantan, he began to intentionally or unintentionally retreat.

Even if conflicts occasionally and unavoidably occur, he will instruct his men to control the scale of the conflict as much as possible, and they will always be the first to evacuate.

The reason for doing this was to forge a good relationship with the evil spirits and to leave himself a way out.

Then, his goodwill was not reciprocated. Du Weiguo, that bastard, had no sense of martial ethics and immediately unleashed his ultimate move.

Ultimately, it was all a misunderstanding.

Huo Wei and Ellie did not realize that Repnir was deliberately holding back. In their view, being easily defeated was the level that these Indonesian warlords should be at.

Even if he knew the truth, Du Weiguo would not change his decision.

Repnil is too smart, and his prestige in the Talon Revolutionary Army is too high. In short, he must die.

"Caw! Caw!" The sharp cawing of the crows interrupted Repnir's thoughts.

At that moment, countless crows rose from the dense forest, covering the entire sky like dark clouds, and then split in two, swooping down on the artillery regiment and helicopter formation.

“Puff~Puff~”

Meanwhile, officers in the camp were being picked off one by one and shot in the head, several falling every second, like harvesting wheat. Those soldiers and officers who were lucky enough not to be bewitched by the illusion and hid in the barracks also ultimately could not escape death. Don't forget, there were also the two killing gods, Shenwu and Shenle.

Kagura, in particular, is in a relatively enclosed space like a barracks, where shadows are everywhere, making it her natural home turf.

Ordinary soldiers fared even worse, their eyes already bloodshot, killing each other like wild beasts. In just a few minutes, rivers of blood flowed, thousands died, and countless were wounded.

At this point, the outcome was already decided, and even a god descending to earth couldn't reverse it.

This is the terrifying aspect of the Fiend Clan: a mere few people can easily and effortlessly destroy a massive camp with over ten thousand members and heavy weaponry, without sustaining any injuries.

Absolutely a dimensional reduction attack.

Even more terrifying is that this is not the complete form of the Fiend Gods, but only a very small part of it, less than a quarter of it.

If Du Weiguo were to gather all his subordinates, it would be a force powerful enough to change the world.

Even he himself doesn't know exactly how far he can go, but he could probably overthrow any sovereign state with ease.

This is no exaggeration.

If Lin Jiaojiao alone were to disregard everything and unleash the dragon insect legion to devour and reproduce at will, she could destroy not only a country but even the world.

Unbeknownst to him, Du Weiguo had already strolled leisurely to the edge of the camp, next to Nightmare.

He squinted, glancing through the wall at the camp that had long since become a living hell, and then, unusually gently patted Nightmare's head:
"Nightmare, well done, the timing is almost right, stop now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nightmare's blood-red dog eyes returned to normal, and the other two "heavenly eyes" on its forehead closed.

"Master, my performance deserves a feast for Fatty, right?"

Nightmare shook its head, its arrogant voice echoing in Du Weiguo's mind.

"Slap!" Unable to hold back any longer, Du Weiguo raised his hand and slapped it on the big head.

"Damn it, what the hell do you know besides eating?"

Nightmare retorted:
"I know everything! But I'm a dog, and I can't have puppies with female dogs, so all I can do is think about eating!"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but tease:

"Damn it, you want to find a female dog now? By the way, Nightmare, can't you shapeshift? Why don't you conjure up a little dick for yourself?"

Nightmare's tone became noticeably aggrieved: "Even if you conjure one, it's fake, useless."

"Hahaha!" Du Weiguo couldn't help but laugh.

Amidst their laughter and banter, the crackling gunfire in the camp abruptly ceased, leaving only sporadic gunshots and the occasional cries of the dying.

Du Weiguo suppressed his smile and instructed those behind him:

"Shota, call the crows back too, but don't let them scatter yet. Let them circle above my head, making the formation as large as possible."

Upon hearing this almost absurd order, a hint of doubt flashed in Shota's eyes, but as always, he blindly obeyed without asking why.

"Okay, sir!"

Moments later, the thousands of soldiers who had miraculously survived at the Talon Revolutionary Army headquarters witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Perhaps "miracle" would be a more appropriate description.

A tall, imposing man with a cold and aloof face, who looked like an immortal, sat astride a gigantic, four-eyed black panther.

The black panther seemed to be able to fly, and in a few leaps it reached the top of the only four-story building in the very center of the camp.

Even more terrifying was that countless crows with blood-red eyes circled above the man and the black panther, like a huge, dark cloud of black and red, blotting out the sun.

"My name is Wesley, nicknamed the God of Slaughter!"

As the remaining soldiers in the camp—no, there were no remaining soldiers, only remnants—gradually gathered around the small building, the man finally spoke.

His voice was booming, carrying to every corner of the camp, and everyone could hear it clearly.

"You may have heard of me, or you may not, but that doesn't matter. All you need to remember is that from this day forward, Kalimantan is my territory!"

Just then, Kagura's figure suddenly appeared from the shadows beneath Nightmare like a ghost, holding a bloody, unseeing human head in her hand.

Of course, it's that unlucky guy, Repneel.

"Wow~"

He had a very good reputation in the army. When they saw his head, all the soldiers were instantly in an uproar, shocked, fearful and hateful.

Kagura's face was as cold as ice. She held the severed head up and showed it to everyone before letting go and allowing it to fall to the ground.

However, the head did not fall to the ground; instead, it hung eerily in mid-air, spinning around.

"Whoa!" The soldiers gasped again, their faces turning deathly pale with shock.

At this moment, Du Weiguo continued:

"As you can see, Repnir is dead. The Talon Revolutionary Army is officially disbanded from this moment on. Those who wish to continue serving with me can stay, and those who do not can go home!"

"Buzz~" As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers erupted in an uproar for the third time. This time, the discussion was extremely loud, like a swarm of mosquitoes.

"This demon killed the general! Now he wants to disband our Talon Revolutionary Army! Let's attack together, kill him, and avenge the general!"

Within the ranks, some die-hard Repnell supporters hid in the crowd, indignantly stirring up trouble.

However, their shouts had barely begun when their heads shot into the air.

The fountain of blood sprayed everywhere, instantly drenching the surrounding colleagues.

No one knew how they were beheaded; the bloody and bizarre scene immediately silenced the restless crowd.

Du Weiguo didn't understand the art of managing people, but he always believed in subjugation and that he only knew how to subdue people with power.

"I'll say it one last time: those who want to stay with me can stay, and those who don't want to continue serving in the military can put down their weapons and get out of here right now!"

"Caw!" As soon as he finished speaking, tens of thousands of crows overhead simultaneously cawing in unison, creating a deafening roar.

"Wow!"

After being repeatedly frightened, the soldiers downstairs finally couldn't hold back any longer and scattered in a panic.

However, several hundred people stayed behind; these were all ambitious and driven.

Having witnessed Du Weiguo's godlike aura, they were all captivated and longed to serve under such an unparalleled powerhouse.

"Huo Wei, Ellie, these surrendered soldiers and their equipment are all yours. The remaining task of continuing to recruit Talon's revolutionary army is also yours. Is that alright?"

Near midnight, in Repnell's old office, Du Weiguo, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, gave instructions.

Huo Wei patted his chest and assured him:
"No problem, Wesley. The war's gotten this far; if we still can't handle it, we might as well just kill ourselves!" (End of Chapter)