He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Rachel wouldn't listen, remaining stubbornly insisting, "You've always been the one protecting us, and I can help you too."

Zhang Beixing pursed his lips and rolled his eyes in feigned disgust.

"Alright, you just stay put and don't move, I'll be so grateful."

Rachel felt a little depressed after being belittled by Zhang Beixing, and bit her lip slightly.

She was already a mixed-race beauty, and biting her lip only made her more alluring. Even covered in dust and grime, her beauty remained undeniable.

The people busy distributing goods in the factory couldn't help but turn their heads when they saw this scene.

However, at this moment, Zhang Beixing had no intention of flirting with the beautiful woman. He was about to engage in battle with the formidable Dane Strategic Resources Company, and even the battle-hardened Zhang Beixing did not want to relax for even a moment.

On the battlefield, the ancient Chinese military strategists have said: "An arrogant army is bound to be defeated."

Zhang Beixing didn't want to accidentally capsize in the gutter at the crucial final moment.

If the entire Red Cell team were to fight alongside them, Zhang Beixing would have no problem at all, since it was a special forces team he had personally trained.

He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, Yuan Lang, and others—any one of them could be a top-tier soldier. If they had the cooperation of their comrades, Zhang Beixing wouldn't even flinch if they tried to fight their way in and out of enemy lines like Zhao Zilong of Changshan.

But things didn't go as planned. Now, apart from He Jianguo, a retired reconnaissance veteran, he really has no one else he can use.

Moreover, his identity during his trip to Africa was not transparent; in fact, it was somewhat clandestine, making it impossible for him to contact anyone back home.

What does face matter? If conditions allowed, Zhang Beixing would have already requested assistance from the Southeast Military Region.

However, Zhang Beixing only thought about these things casually in his mind; in the end, he still had to face reality.

Zhang Beixing didn't bother to give Rachel any more psychological support. His face turned cold, and he said firmly.

"Fine, I won't stop you if you're willing to go to the battlefield and cause trouble. But let me make this clear from the start: I'm not going to take care of your brat."

"It's settled then, if you accidentally die a heroic death, I won't be taking a brat with me. Pasha's life or death has nothing to do with me."

"How...how could you do this?" Rachel bit her lip, her eyes filled with resentment.

"So what do you want me to do?" Zhang Beixing asked with a roguish expression. "That child has no blood relation to me. Besides, her skin color isn't like mine. If you want her to have a chance to live, you'd better make sure you live first."

Rachel felt extremely wronged after being bombarded with criticism by Zhang Beixing.

Although I understood Zhang Beixing's good intentions, I still felt a little awkward after hearing it.

But Zhang Beixing showed no gentle intention to explain, and Rachel's tears welled up in her eyes, but she could only helplessly watch.

"Okay, I understand. I'll follow your instructions."

After a long silence, Rachel stomped her foot angrily, turned around, and left.

Chu Qing cautiously approached Zhang Beixing and whispered something in front of him.

"Brother, I've noticed you're having a lot of luck with women this year. Rachel's clearly fallen for you. Does this mean I'm going to have another sister-in-law?"

Zhang Beixing scoffed and said matter-of-factly, "Nonsense, with your brother being so handsome, what woman wouldn't like me? Even the auntie selling burritos on the street keeps saying she wants to marry her daughter to me!"

"Ah...tui!"

The falling flowers yearn for him, but the flowing water remains indifferent. Zhang Beixing felt at peace; what did it matter to him whether other women liked him or not?
He traveled all this way just to save Chu Qing from her suffering; he didn't want to waste any more brain cells on anything else.

Just then, Old He strode forward and spoke solemnly.

"Zhang Beixing, everything is ready!"

The factory's exterior walls and the ground were shaking violently...

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

The tank tracks slammed in, and the brick wall crumbled like a soft pastry, collapsing instantly with lightning speed.

Dust filled the air, dust billowed, and stones flew everywhere.

Desperate for victory and to avenge their previous defeat, the father issued a frantic order. He didn't even attack from the main gate, but instead swept in from all directions with overwhelming force.

The outer walls of all the factories were bulldozed by tanks, and hordes of Red Turban Army soldiers surged in.

"Bang bang bang bang...!"

"Da da da da!"

"Whoosh—Boom!"

Gunfire erupted, tank shells rained down on the factory, exploding with a deafening roar, and billows of smoke rose into the sky.

The factory security guards on duty immediately and frantically sounded the alarm.

But the next second, he was shot in the head by the enemy's elite mercenaries and fell off the wall.

In the old warehouse!

"Women and children stay behind, men, follow me!"

Old He gave a strong shout and quickly charged forward with his gun.

Zhang Beixing caught up and stopped him.

"and many more."

All the birds in the forest were Zhang Beixing's eyes and ears. Judging from the information they relayed, his father had committed a cardinal sin in military strategy.

Seemingly worried that the workers would escape, he actually spread his troops into a large net, attacking the factory area from all directions.

While this cut off the workers' livelihood, it also weakened his own forces!
Zhang Beixing's biggest worry was that his father would recklessly charge in. If the two sides clashed on the front lines, countless workers would be killed or wounded; they were no match for professional soldiers.

But now, Zhang Beixing has new plans.

Since Dane himself sought death, Zhang Beixing naturally wouldn't be polite to him.

"What's wrong?" Old He turned around and asked, puzzled.

Zhang Beixing explained succinctly: "The enemy has split their forces, into at least ten small teams. In that case, each team will have no more than twenty men."

Old He nodded, bewildered: "So what? It's still nearly two hundred enemies. Does it make any difference to us?"

Zhang Beixing replied, "Although the number of participants has remained the same, the difficulty has been reduced."

"What do you mean?"

Now was not the time to keep things in suspense. Zhang Beixing bluntly stated, "We can use our individual strengths to defeat the scattered Red Turban Army forces one by one."

"The old warehouse is right in the center of the factory. It will take the other team at least twenty minutes to find the workers and get them all together."

"This gives us a significant buffer. We can use this time to reduce their manpower as much as possible and cut off all of Dane's henchmen before he can react!"

Old He blinked, understanding.

Simply put, it means preserving one's own forces as much as possible while simultaneously depleting the enemy's strength to the greatest extent possible.

"Just the two of us?" Old He pointed to himself, then to Zhang Beixing.

Zhang Beixing added, "Let the security team proceed as planned, and call Zhuo Yi along. That way, if we encounter any danger, we can immediately form a crew and enter the tank."

"Okay." Old He made a quick decision and turned to call Zhuo Yi.

"Wait a minute." Wait again?

What are they up to this time?

Old He stopped in his tracks, looking puzzled, only to see Zhang Beixing throw something at him.

"What is this?" Old He subconsciously reached out and caught it. After seeing what he was holding, he couldn't help but smirk.

"Oh, playing with a crossbow? What does that mean?"

Zhang Beixing smiled slightly, placing his finger to his lips: "Silent warfare."

……

The south wall of the factory collapsed with a loud crash, shattering and scattering countless bricks and mortar pieces.

With a deafening blast, a shell struck the parking lot to the south, causing a chain reaction of explosions. Flames shot into the sky, black smoke billowed, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder.

"Kill all these sons of bitches!"

The old man, sitting in a tank, his eyes contorted with rage, angrily issued orders to the various combat units.

"One set received! Over."

"Group Two received! Over."

"Group three received! Over."

"...!"

Six M1917 main battle tanks drove side by side with unstoppable ferocity, breaking through the factory's outer wall in an instant and crushing everything in their path.

Wherever it passed, countless cars were crushed by the massive tanks, turning them into piles of scrap metal.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Countless fuel tanks were burst, with loud noises erupting intermittently, and flames rising from beneath the tracks.

The tank began to accelerate at the old man's command, and the anti-aircraft machine gun on the roof mercilessly swept across everything, bullets flying like a storm.

The main gun roared, and countless buildings were instantly destroyed. A security guard who couldn't evacuate in time was crushed by the heavy tracks, turning into a bloody mess, a gruesome sight too horrible to behold.

More and more security guards realized what was happening and threw out their smoke grenades.

Smoke grenades tumbled on the ground, and the huge plumes of smoke that exploded created a white cloud of smoke in the factory's container area, obstructing the tanks' vision and slowing their advance.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the security guards, under Lao He's command, quickly withdrew from the front line.

At the same time, Zhang Beixing, Lao He, and Zhuo Yi had already charged in individually, like three sharp blades drawn from their sheaths, plunging into the Red Turban Army's infantry squad with lightning speed.

Show no mercy, unleash a massacre!
A poorly equipped squad of Red Turban soldiers came face to face with Zhuo Yi as he sped past at the corner of the container alley. The first few immediately raised their guns, ready to shoot him.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Two sharp screechs suddenly came from above the containers on either side of their heads.

Two sharp arrows, zigzagging and piercing the air, pierced directly into the necks of two Red Turban soldiers, causing blood to gush out and instantly kill them!

The poison took effect instantly, and the two men collapsed to the ground before they could even pull the trigger, white saliva dribbling from their mouths.

Upon seeing this, the rest of the Red Turban Army soldiers immediately panicked uncontrollably, raising their guns and searching around for where the arrows had come from.

——Swish swish!

Zhang Beixing moved with lightning speed, quickly maneuvering above the containers and swiftly firing short arrows.

His archery skills were such that he could hit a willow leaf from a hundred paces away, and his bullets never missed their mark.

With each whistling arrow in the air, a person in the ranks below was immediately struck by an arrow and fell to the ground.

Old He's archery skills were also quite good. In the army, for some highly skilled reconnaissance soldiers, long-range shooting with melee weapons was also a required course.

The two men coordinated their fire, arrows whistling incessantly. With their tight ambush and coordinated attack, a small squad of over a dozen men was wiped out in an instant.

"Don't waste time, hurry up, next wave!"

Zhang Beixing waved his hand sharply, signaling Zhuo Yi to leave.

The factory was their home turf, and they knew the terrain like the back of their hand. These newly arrived Red Turban Army soldiers wandered around like headless flies, not knowing when they would be ambushed, and a sense of panic spread among them.

The short arrowheads coated with deadly poison drew seemingly crooked arcs in mid-air, yet their power was immense and astonishing.

Compared to a regular pistol, the repeating crossbow is just as powerful and fast.

After killing a thug, Lao He hid behind a cement pillar and couldn't help but give Zhang Beixing a thumbs up and praise him.

"Brother Zhang, your skills are amazing! You could apply for a Guinness World Record."

Zhuo Yi looked down at the crossbow in his hand, his face full of surprise: "You made this yourself?"

"Haha, it's basic operation. I don't have any good tools, so I'll just have to make do."

Zhang Beixing shamelessly accepted all these compliments.

Fifteen minutes later, more than fifty Red Turban soldiers had died at the hands of the three men.

However, at the same time, a fierce gunfight suddenly broke out in the center of the factory.

There is not much time left for them.

Old He's expression changed: "Oh no, they've found the old warehouse!"

Zhang Beixing gave a tactical hand signal: "Back to support, get the tanks!"

They fought their way in, not blindly charging, but following a meticulously planned route, eliminating each Red Turban Army unit they encountered. Meanwhile, Zhang Beixing mentally calculated the time and constantly adjusted their attack path, ensuring they were as close as possible to the tanks' location as possible before time ran out!
Zhang Beixing turned the direction, and the three of them immediately rushed towards the workshop.

With a loud bang, Zhang Beixing kicked open the door. Amidst the billowing dust, the massive Type 96 tank sat silently in the warehouse.

Without saying a word, the three of them entered the vehicle in perfect unison and took their seats in their respective positions.

Zhang Beixing took a deep breath, and the bonus from the title of King of Land Warfare instantly awakened in his blood.

start up.

Shift gears.

Add oil.

All in one go!
Zhang Beixing floored the accelerator, and the tank instantly roared deafeningly, white smoke shooting out like arrows, as if a beast awakening from its slumber had unleashed a deafening roar, rushing out of the workshop like a surging torrent.

Zhuo Yi, who was on a tank for the first time, looked terrible; the violent shaking almost made him vomit bile.

Old He's expression wasn't much better; he never expected Zhang Beixing to be so fierce in driving a tank!
Are you driving a tank like a sports car?
Just then, Zhang Beixing's angry roar suddenly rang in my ears.

"Enemy tank spotted, prepare armor-piercing rounds!"

Lost in thought, Lao He suddenly shivered. He had just stepped outside when he encountered the other side's tank?

Zhang Beixing maneuvered the tank to maximize the main gun's field of view. An enemy M-type tank, a grayish-yellow color, was rapidly passing in front of the workshop gate. (End of Chapter)