He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Zhang Beixing showed no mercy at this moment. He took out a longsword from the dimensional space, which was forged with a special quenching process and was strong enough to withstand the impact of tens of thousands of bullet shockwaves. He instantly unleashed the Dugu Nine Swords and his figure rushed forward like a phantom.

In a flash, the mercenaries' bulletproof vests were sliced ​​open as if made of paper, blood splattering everywhere. They paused briefly before collapsing to the ground.

"retreat!"

"retreat!"

Someone shouted orders from afar, and the Red Turban Army squads scattered throughout the factory quickly assembled and withdrew from the factory area.

Old He jumped out of the tank, quickly walked up to Zhang Beixing, and hurriedly asked.

"They've retreated! When do we break through?"

"No rush, don't pursue a cornered enemy." Zhang Beixing said, taking out a cell phone from his pocket. "It's not too late to leave after we wipe them out."

Sweep away?

Old He was taken aback when he heard this.

Even if the enemy retreated at this point, the difference in combat strength between the two sides was still enormous, so how could there be any talk of annihilation?
Zhang Beixing didn't explain much. Instead, he answered the phone with a calm smile on his face and spoke loudly to the person on the other end.

"Captain Ding... Yes, this is Zhang Beixing. It's been a long time since we last met in the Red Sea. Did you see the video footage I sent you?"

“That’s right, these are all evidence of the Tria rebels massacring our overseas Chinese. I have already sent you the coordinates of the enemy’s headquarters using encrypted means.”

"Our motherland has always loved peace, but I believe it would never stand idly by when its people are in danger, would it?"

"Captain Ding should understand what to do next..."

After saying these meaningful words, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone, as if someone was having a fierce internal struggle.

After a long pause, Captain Ding's deep voice finally came through the microphone.

"Zhang Beixing, do you dare to give an absolute guarantee for the video footage you filmed?"

Zhang Beixing smiled slightly and said in an unquestionable tone, "Of course."

"...I understand." Captain Ding sighed and then hung up the phone.

In the seconds before the call ended, Zhang Beixing clearly heard angry roars coming from the command center of the Chinese Navy fleet.

"Report! Enemy target locked, ready to fire at any time."

"...Fire!"

Dozens of seconds later, countless loud whooshing sounds came from the distant sky above the factory.

The next instant, countless long-range missiles rained down on the route the mercenaries and Red Turban Army took to escape!

An explosion roared across the heavens and earth, and all evil was instantly reduced to ashes.

This is the power of a great nation!
"Fire!"

On the coast of the ocean, aboard a Type 052D destroyer, with a roar from the captain, the 130mm 70-caliber naval gun instantly spewed out a dazzling burst of flame.

This shipborne missile is a copy of the Russian AK-130 naval gun. The AK-130 originally used a dual-feed design, but my country changed it to a single-feed design to reduce weight. The total weight of the gun exceeds 50 tons, and it has high-explosive and anti-aircraft shells similar to those of the AK-130.

This destroyer, tasked with evacuating and escorting Chinese citizens, has a maximum range of 30 kilometers when firing conventional shells and over 100 kilometers when firing guided projectiles!

Zhang Beixing not only sent precise enemy coordinates, but also filmed the Red Turban Army's numerous crimes of massacring hostages.

Numerous innocent civilians were shot dead, Dr. Chen lay in a pool of blood, and factory security guards were forced to fight the assailants to the death in order to protect themselves...

Scenes of bloodshed and heinous crimes were played in the most detailed and realistic way on the large screen in the naval fleet command room, touching the hearts of everyone present.

Seeing the heinous crimes committed by the criminals against their fellow Chinese, the naval soldiers were filled with rage and their hearts burned with fury. They gritted their teeth, wishing they could annihilate these criminals and avenge their compatriots!
Without further hesitation, Captain Ding gave the order, and hundreds of long-range missiles roared into the sky, instantly traversing a distance of 100 kilometers, and crashing down on the bandits' stronghold.

In an instant, missiles, accompanied by a violent gust of air, rained down like a storm, and countless explosions and flames intertwined, engulfing all the enemies in a sea of ​​fire.

Hundreds of missiles fell, creating a vast and boundless "absolute lethal" zone on the ground.

What is the absolute lethal zone?
In other words, in this sea of ​​fire, even if you are not killed by the shells or burned by the flames, whether you lie down or crawl, as long as you are in it, the shockwave generated by the missile roar is enough to crush any living thing into powder!
This is truly a powerful national weapon, capable of devastating attacks in the absolute sense. Even Zhang Beixing, in his current state, wouldn't dare to easily challenge such dense heavy firepower coverage.

Its terror is something that those who haven't witnessed it firsthand can never truly comprehend.

Those who had seen them were all dead.

Whether they were Red Turban Army soldiers of varying quality or well-equipped mercenaries, all enemies were wiped out in an instant.

Inside the factory!
The sudden barrage of missiles startled the workers.

After a brief moment of panic, gazing at the continuous forests engulfed in flames outside the factory and hearing the faint, agonizing screams of the enemy echoing from within the inferno, the surviving workers erupted in a triumphant cheer.

"We're saved! We survived!"

"What powerful missiles! Are the Chinese troops coming to support us?"

"Oh my god, I love my country! I'm never coming back to this awful place after I go back, sob sob sob..."

The workers excitedly embraced each other, weeping with joy.

Gazing at the incredibly impactful scene before him, Old Zhang couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

"It's so good that our motherland is strong..."

As he spoke, Old Zhang wiped away his tears and looked at Zhang Beixing with some confusion.

"But why didn't you tell us beforehand that you had this plan in mind?"

Zhang Beixing smiled and explained nonchalantly, "It's about putting yourself in a do-or-die situation. If I had told them earlier, would these people still have the will to fight? They probably wouldn't have waited for the warships to come to their aid, and they would have just been waiting to die."

Old Zhang smiled slightly after hearing this, a hint of bitterness lingering on his lips, but he couldn't refute it. After a long while, he nodded in deep agreement.

It must be admitted that there are many inherent flaws in human nature, especially among these naturally lazy guys. Sometimes, unless they are pushed to the brink, they can't even muster the most basic will to survive.

These are all measures taken out of necessity.

Old Zhang didn't want to comment too much on this. He also didn't intend to blame Zhang Beixing for not informing him of this arrangement beforehand, because regardless, they had survived after a series of fierce battles.

In this country filled with the smoke of war and conflict, there is nothing more important than survival.

Old Zhang smiled, raised his fist, exchanged a glance with Zhang Beixing, and the two lightly touched fists together in mid-air.

Zhuo Yi, who had stumbled out of the tank in the distance, ran over unsteadily.

"Take me with you! Take me with you! You guys are so unfair!"

In the old warehouse, all the workers hugged each other and wept with joy, grateful that they were still alive.

Pasha nestled in Rachel's arms, her large, tear-streaked eyes blinking. Rachel held her tightly, gazing at the figure outside the warehouse, her pupils filled with a strange light.

Only then did Zhang Qing, who was clutching the Glock pistol tightly in her hand, finally let out a long sigh of relief, and all her muscles relaxed. Having survived the ordeal, she slumped against a wall, breathing in the life-giving air.

Outside the warehouse, Zhang Beixing gazed into the distance.

In the distant mountains and forests, wildfires raged endlessly, as if trying to devour all the sins and bloodshed in the entire mountain area.

The billowing black smoke resembled menacing beacon towers, piercing the sky like curved swords.

After a long while, Zhang Beixing withdrew his gaze and looked at Lao Zhang and Zhuo Yi with a solemn expression.

"Although we wiped out my father and his mercenaries, and news of General Audu's death will soon spread, there will never be a shortage of ambitious people in this world. Staying here will only lead to death, so we must leave as soon as possible."

Old Zhang wholeheartedly agreed, saying, "That's right, we shouldn't stay here any longer. The armored vehicles you prepared can come in handy; we can take them and leave."

Zhuo Yi glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist, his brows furrowing.

"Then we need to hurry, there are less than three hours left before the evacuation warship leaves port."

Old Zhang frowned deeply and said in a deep voice, "On the way to the port of Tria, we will pass through a war zone, and the danger is not far away from us."

Zhang Beixing took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, the fatigue in his eyes was gone, and his sharp gaze was as bright as a knife.

"There's always a way out... Let's go!"

As he turned around, a hint of gloom flashed across Zhang Beixing's brows.

Just moments before, he had heard that familiar name from Dane again, which made Zhang Beixing feel more vigilant than ever before.

He seems to have underestimated that shady organization...

Dusk falls on the western land!
As the sun sets, on the breathtakingly beautiful African steppes, an armored convoy speeds along from afar, kicking up clouds of dust.

On the roof of the tank leading the way, a bright red Chinese national flag fluttered in the wind, looking from afar like a beacon in the darkness, dispelling all the gloom.

The convoy departed from the Zhuoshi Heavy Industry factory and headed south without any obstruction, its destination being the outer harbor coast of Tria.

As they approached Tria, the convoy gradually slowed down.

The tank that was in the lead began to slow down, its engine making a sputtering sound, and its tracks pressed two deep grooves into the ground before finally coming to a slow stop.

Upon seeing this, Zhuo Yi, who was riding in the same jeep as Boss Qian, immediately stood up and waved his arms vigorously to warn the large group of trucks behind him.

"Something's wrong! Stop the car! Stop the car!"

Armored vehicles and military trucks, filled with workers, stopped one after another, and the workers in the truck beds peeked out curiously.

Zhang Beixing, sitting in the back seat of the jeep with his sister and Rachel, was engrossed in reading a book.

With a violent jolt from the jeep, Zhang Beixing had no choice but to close his book, toss it into his dimensional space, and press the communication channel on his headset to contact Old Zhang, who was driving the tank.

"Old Zhang, have we entered the combat zone?"

Old Zhang's response immediately came through the channel.

"Not yet, but soon. The fortress where the Red Turban Army and the government forces are fighting is just three kilometers ahead."

Zhang Beixing rubbed his temples, looking somewhat troubled, and asked, "Isn't there a way to get around it?"

“Normally we could detour, but we don’t have much time. In two hours, our evacuation warships will have to leave Tria port under pressure from the United Nations,” Old Zhang said in a heavy voice. “Once the warships leave port, we’ll all become sitting ducks. We can only rely on the protection of the Bugang government forces…”

Old Zhang didn't continue, but his meaning was clear. The Bukang government forces were struggling to protect themselves, locked in fierce battles with countless rebel groups, and had no time to care about these foreigners.

Hearing this, Zhang Beixing knew that he couldn't avoid this hurdle.

Zhang Beixing wasn't afraid of this final hurdle; it was just that he always disliked trouble, and avoiding it would be best if he could.

But since there's no way to avoid it, we'll just have to bite the bullet and face it.

After Zhang Beixing grunted in acknowledgment, he jumped out of the vehicle and strode to the front of the tank. Old Zhang also emerged from the roof, squinting as he looked up at the bright red flag standing in the setting sun, his brow furrowed.

It is said that if you raise the Chinese flag in a war zone, you can live in peace, but this is just a rumor. No one has ever tried it themselves.

Besides, this experiment isn't something you can just do casually; one wrong move and you could lose your life on the battlefield...

Even if it really works, what if both sides in the battle get so desperate that they fire a burst of bullets at you without thinking twice? Who can you reason with then?

Bullets don't have eyes on the battlefield; no matter what, your life is your own. If you can get through safely, no one is willing to risk crossing a combat zone.

Zhang Beixing didn't say much. He stood on the top of the tank, gazing into the distance ahead, while his ears twitched slightly, pushing his hearing to its limit.

Near the distant battle zone, artillery fire roared and exploded, the dense whistling of bullets filling the air; the fighting was fierce and terrifying. Hearing the gunfire from afar, the workers on the truck couldn't help but show expressions of fear.

For a large convoy of hundreds of workers to safely cross a war zone is like playing with fire.

Even if the other side allows them to pass safely, the horrific consequences of an accidental clash between the two sides are something they cannot afford.

Old Zhang suddenly looked at Zhang Beixing, who was deep in thought, and said, "If we want to cross the border with our flags, we must put down our weapons. Otherwise, neither the rebels nor the regular army will allow us to enter the war zone at will."

Zhang Beixing nodded, agreeing with Old Zhang's statement, but... (End of Chapter)