Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's War Journey

Chapter 92 Gaining New Abilities

"Those two cowards, William Hans and Cesare Hoffmann, were utterly foolish to give up such a golden opportunity to gain military merit."

Von Drell led his men and two other platoons of soldiers swiftly through the woods, his tone filled with disdain for Lu Mingfei and Caesar.

"That's right, Henrik is a coward himself, and the subordinates he values ​​are also cowards." The other two platoon leaders also said with disdain, and their disdain even extended to Company Commander Henrik.

They already looked down on this parachuted company commander, who later caused them to be suspected of treason. Moreover, they hadn't forgotten the time when Lu Mingfei and Caesar beat them up and were suppressed by Henrik.

"As long as we gain enough merit to clear our names of treason, and then find a way to get rid of Henrik, the former Ninth Company can return!"

A smug smile crept across Von Drell's lips, as if he could already see himself being rewarded for being the first to break through the enemy lines, Henrik being transferred away in disgrace, and Lu Mingfei and Caesar being sent to a military court for cowardice.

Before the words were finished, the vanguard at the front suddenly stopped, slightly hunched over, and looked warily at a patch of bushes half-covered by snow and an area of ​​fallen tree trunks.

"What's wrong?" von Drebbels asked, frowning.

"Something seems off up ahead." The soldier said hesitantly, but the next moment several figures wearing white camouflage cloths and carrying hunting knives suddenly sprang out from the snow beside them. The figures' eyes were also flashing with a pale golden light, and the camouflage cloths were French military uniforms.

French soldiers wielding hunting knives pounced on the nearest Prussian soldiers, repeatedly stabbing their knives into the soldiers' bodies.

"Fire! Fire!" Von Drebbels shouted in terror upon seeing this.

A chaotic burst of gunfire erupted, and a chilling scene unfolded: bullets struck the French soldiers, but they only swayed slightly and moved a little slower, without falling down. Instead, they rushed towards the other soldiers with even greater speed.

"Damn it! What is that?!" A platoon leader was shocked and furious. He kept pulling the trigger of his Luger P80, firing bullets into the chest of a French soldier who was rushing towards him. But the French soldier continued to stagger and charge towards him until he hit him in the heart, and the French soldier finally fell down.

"What on earth is going on?" the platoon leader asked in horror. The gunfire around them had stopped, and the French soldiers had been riddled with bullets before they fell.

The surrounding soldiers were terrified, after all, these French soldiers were too brave. As long as they were not hit in vital areas, they could still move after taking more than ten bullets.

"Everyone, hold your positions and check your ammunition." Von Drell swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain calm as he began issuing orders.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation. Fortunately, the number of French troops was relatively small, otherwise they would have been able to avoid the battle. He now regretted not waiting for Lu Mingfei and the others to come together.

Just as he was about to give the order and turn back to find Lu Mingfei and the others, his body froze. Suddenly, hundreds of French soldiers with golden eyes appeared in the snow-covered area in front of him. These French soldiers were armed with guns, including machine guns.

One of the French soldiers picked up a Hotchkiss light machine gun and began firing at them.

"Get down!!!" Von Drell only had time to utter this stern warning before he collapsed into a nearby shell crater.

Bullets swept across the spot where they had just stood like a deluge, and several soldiers who reacted a little slower were riddled with bullets, falling to the ground screaming in agony.

"Take cover! Find cover! Counterattack! Counterattack now!" Another platoon leader, hiding behind a tree, shouted hoarsely while raising his gun to return fire.

Even when bullets struck the French soldiers whose eyes gleamed with adrenaline, it still took multiple hits or a fatal strike to bring them down completely, while every bullet from the enemy could take the life of a Prussian soldier.

What's even more deadly is that these French soldiers were so well coordinated that they didn't resemble ordinary troops at all; they were more like—some kind of precisely controlled killing machine.

"Devils—they are devils!" A young soldier broke down, threw down his rifle, which was empty of bullets, and turned to run away.

"This battle is unwinnable! We're all going to die here!" But he had only taken two steps when he was hit in the back by several bullets at the same time and fell to the ground.

"Don't retreat! The overseers are right behind us! Retreating means certain death!" von Drell roared, his eyes red, but even he knew how powerless his words were; the French troops before him were far more terrifying than the overseers.

The battle situation took an instant turn for the worse. Three platoons of soldiers were pinned down by fierce firepower behind sparse trees and shallow pits, and casualties increased sharply. The enemy's encirclement seemed to be tightening, attempting to annihilate them completely in this forest clearing.

Von Drell felt a wave of despair. He was filled with regret. Why had he been so eager for quick success? Why hadn't heeded Lu Mingfei's advice? Now it was all too late.

Meanwhile, a few hundred meters away, in a French bunker that had been half destroyed by artillery fire but had been simply reinforced, Philippe Laurent was watching the distant battle with excitement and focus through a narrow observation slit.

His face was slightly pale from maintaining the power of words, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, filled with a kind of pleasure and fanaticism of controlling everything.

He chanted dragon script under his breath, maintaining the domain of the Word of Power: Royal Chosen Servant, while precisely commanding the enhanced soldiers as if playing chess.

Last night, he led his men in this forest to search for and recruit scattered French troops, reorganizing a company. He also took advantage of the night to raid the positions of several Prussian troops and hanged them from the trees.

More importantly, through nighttime activities and the few prisoners captured, he roughly figured out the movements of several major Prussian troops that had entered the forest area. He carefully chose this ambush point, set up camouflage and ambushes in advance, and waited for the greedy enemy to rush in.

He planned to kill these Prussian soldiers and then go to the rear regimental headquarters to take direct command of the battle.

Wang Xuan's servant can not only enhance the human body but also has a certain control effect. When used on neutral and benevolent targets, it will cause the targets to instinctively obey the releaser. However, it is ineffective against some targets with strong hostility. He intends to control the captain and completely take over the battle here.

Those old-fashioned officers who only had trenches and artillery bombardment of infantry in their minds simply did not know how to truly unleash the potential of soldiers or how to fight an efficient war.

Only he, Philippe Laurent, a born commander from the future, a master of the art of war, and possessing extraordinary power, can save France from its fate in this hell and rewrite the ending of Verdun!

Just as he was about to command his French troops to annihilate all the Prussian soldiers.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Several mortar shells traced famous arcs and landed precisely near the French machine gun position. The mud and snow kicked up by the explosions temporarily suppressed the deadly Hotchkiss machine gun.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of intense firepower came from the French flank and rear, some of the bullets being frighteningly accurate, specifically targeting French soldiers who were exposed or trying to move to flank them.

Almost every shot hit vital organs such as the head and heart, making it far more efficient than the chaotic firing of von Drebbels and his men.

It's Lu Mingfei and his team! They've arrived! And they've brought mortar support!

"Second platoon, third platoon! Suppress fire towards the ten o'clock position! Flamethrower team, prepare!" Lu Mingfei's calm and powerful command came through the gunfire.

Von Drebbels' spirits lifted, a surge of elation at narrowly escaping death welled up within him. He immediately roared at his still-mobile men, "Did you hear me? Open fire at full speed towards ten o'clock! Coordinate with the third platoon!"

The remaining Prussian soldiers mustered their last courage and unleashed a hail of bullets in the direction Lu Mingfei had indicated. Although their aim was poor, they managed to create some suppression.

Under the combined fire of both sides, the French troops, whose eyes were gleaming with excitement, were briefly thrown into disarray. Philippe Laurent had not anticipated such a strong and organized reinforcement suddenly appearing on his flank, and was momentarily flustered, causing problems with the rhythm of commanding his soldiers.

However, he quickly calmed down. The soldiers and firepower he had gathered last night were not limited to these. Soon, his Word of Power began to strengthen another group of French troops not far away. This group of French troops was equally fearless and brought even more powerful firepower.

Just as Lu Mingfei was directing his troops to try to join forces with the remnants of von Drell's forces and establish a solid defensive line, a more ferocious and intense burst of gunfire suddenly erupted from their flanks and rear and from higher ground, interspersed with the chilling sound of heavy machine guns.

Bullets, like a metallic storm, instantly enveloped the cover area and advance route that Lu Mingfei and his team had just occupied.

The thick tree trunk was smashed, sending splinters flying everywhere, and several Prussian soldiers who had rushed too far forward fell to the ground screaming.

Lu Mingfei and Caesar rushed toward the nearest cover almost simultaneously. Bullets grazed their bodies and thudded against the frozen ground behind them. Their newly launched counterattack was ruthlessly suppressed by this sudden and powerful firepower.

The battlefield situation took another sharp turn for the worse. Not only did Lu Mingfei and his men fail to break the siege, they themselves found themselves in a dangerous situation of being attacked from both sides.

"Caesar! What's going on?! Are they all half-bloods?! And why aren't they afraid of dying?!" Lu Mingfei shouted at Caesar beside him while firing his gun.

"Impossible! It's absolutely impossible for so many hybrids to appear in a regular infantry company at the same time!" Caesar shouted.

"It's a Word of Power! I understand! It's the Word of Power: Royal Chosen Servant! Serial number 29, a domain-type Word of Power specifically created for war! It can greatly enhance the physical abilities, endurance, and even fighting will of a selected target within its domain! But it's not invincible! The enhanced target is still an ordinary person! They've just temporarily become tireless, painless killing machines!"

"How do we deal with this Word of Power?!" Lu Mingfei continued to roar.

"That hybrid can't maintain this spell for too long. We can wait for it to end. Once the spell's effect wears off, these French soldiers will be weakened, or we can kill the hybrid. He can't be too far from here to release the spell!" Caesar roared in response.

"Who knows! How long will his incantation last? If this continues, we're all going to die! Caesar, find that guy's location! Find a way to kill him!" Lu Mingfei roared again.

A bullet grazed his helmet, chipping off a piece of the edge. He didn't even have time to look; he just rolled to a crater by instinct, raised his gun, aimed, and fired. A French soldier who was about to reload was hit in the heart by the bullet, his body stiffened, and then he fell down.

But the next second, someone else took his place.

Without hesitation, Caesar immediately closed his eyes, his golden pupils blazing with intense light beneath his eyelids. His Kamaitachi power was pushed to its limit; the sounds of wind, falling snow, gunfire, shouts, painful groans, and the roar of heavy machine guns filled the air.

Countless voices flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

Veins bulged on his forehead; a deluge of sounds assaulted his nerves, and he needed to find that unique heartbeat amidst the noise—

wrong.

The heartbeats of these French soldiers were both chaotic and uniform, as if they had been forcibly pulled to the same frequency by some force. And above all of this, there was an even clearer and more stable heartbeat from behind.

"Found it!"

Caesar suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and pointed to a direction slightly to the right of the depths of the forest, where there was a relatively hidden concrete bunker half-hidden by trees.

"Over there! About 300 meters away! There's a bunker there! He's directing from there!"

Lu Mingfei immediately looked in that direction and ordered, "Mortars! Bomb that bunker! Even if you can't take it down, suppress it! Also, give me flamethrowers!"

"Understood!" The mortar team immediately began to turn their guns around. He had specifically asked Henrik for this mortar team last night.

The shells whistled towards the distant bunker. Although most of them exploded around the bunker and failed to directly hit the solid concrete structure, the impact and smoke of the explosions successfully interfered with the visibility and judgment inside the bunker. More importantly, the loud noise of the explosions was very likely to interrupt or interfere with the release of the incantation.

Sure enough, at the moment the shells exploded, the French soldiers who were attacking frantically showed a momentary collective slowing and confusion, and the golden light in their eyes flickered erratically. Philippe Laurent's Word of Power was disturbed.

"Now!" With his flamethrower strapped to his back, Lu Mingfei seized the opportunity and leaped out from behind cover. The vengeful spirit gun fired repeatedly, taking down several French soldiers who had exposed their weaknesses due to the fluctuations in the spirit's power.

But soon the French soldiers regained their fearless attitude, and Philippe Laurent noticed Lu Mingfei approaching him and immediately concentrated his fire on Lu Mingfei.

A French machine gunner turned his heavy machine gun to aim at Lu Mingfei and was about to pull the trigger, but the next second a bullet pierced his head.

"Cover the platoon leader!" Caesar shouted, his gun aimed at the French soldiers who were pointing their guns at Lu Mingfei. Otto and the others also concentrated their firepower to cover Lu Mingfei.

Seeing Lu Mingfei getting closer and closer, Philippe Laurent directly commanded the surrounding French soldiers to form a human wall to block Lu Mingfei's advance.

But Lu Mingfei would not be stopped by a mere human wall. He raised the Wraith Gun in his hand and activated the infinite ammo!

The gunfire of the Wraith Gun was continuous, with bullets that required almost no aiming. The .44 caliber bullets blasted everything in their path to smithereens, spraying blood, flesh, and bone fragments. The soldiers, enhanced by the King's Chosen, were incredibly resilient, but they were as fragile as paper in the face of the Wraith Gun's boundless firepower. The human wall collapsed instantly, clearing a blood-stained path for Lu Mingfei.

Philippe Laurent watched in horror from inside the bunker. He had never seen such ferocious shooting. The gun and the charging Prussian soldier exuded an aura that made him extremely uneasy. He was afraid and wanted to leave this place.

More French soldiers surged toward Lu Mingfei like a tidal wave, attempting to overwhelm this sharpest blade with sheer numbers and buy time for Philippe Laurent's evacuation.

But Lu Mingfei was too fast, and the Wraith Spear in his hand was too violent. The 300-meter distance was being shortened rapidly, and before Philippe Laurent could even reach the bunker exit.

Lu Mingfei had already aimed the flamethrower nozzle at the firing port of the bunker, and then pulled the trigger, instantly sending a jet of fire into the bunker.

The narrow concrete space instantly transformed into a hellish inferno, with flames rolling along the walls, the air twisting and deforming in the intense heat, and piercing screams that were inhuman echoing from within the bunker.

Philippe Laurent let out a piercing scream, reaching out to extinguish the flames engulfing his body, but to no avail. He had never imagined he would die here. He hadn't yet shown his prowess, he hadn't yet ushered in that new era of war, he hadn't yet saved France.

Wasn't he the protagonist of this world? Why did he die here?

As the charred corpse inside the bunker crashed to the ground, the source of the Word of Power: Royal Selection Servant was completely severed.

On the battlefield, the pale golden light in the eyes of the French soldiers went out instantly, like light bulbs that had lost power. In its place was an intense feeling of weakness. The French soldiers who had been fearless just moments before were now kneeling and collapsing to the ground in droves.

A similar memory also entered Lu Mingfei's mind; it was the memory of a man named Philippe Laurent.

But Lu Mingfei didn't have time to check what the memory said. He turned to his men and shouted, "Counterattack! Counterattack!"

The roar seemed to possess a certain magic; it was not merely a command, but more like a potent stimulant, piercing the heart of every surviving Prussian soldier.

Otto and the others, even Caesar, all felt their emotions rising, their adrenaline surging, and an indescribable sense of excitement sweeping over their tired bodies and tense nerves.

"Counterattack! Kill them all!" Otto roared first. The French soldiers in front of him, weakened and confused by the interruption of the Word of Power, seemed to him as obstacles waiting to be eliminated.

"For our fallen brothers! Leave no one alive!" The other soldiers roared and opened fire, like powder kegs that had been ignited.

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