Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

The next day.

The Highlanders' encirclement forces are being frequently harassed.

"Your Excellency! The vanguard has been ambushed again!"

"Viscount! The rear of our troops has been ambushed again!"

"Your Excellency! Our troops have been harassed in multiple locations!"

"Your Excellency! Someone has thrown a lot of hornet's nests at us!"

"Your Excellency! Another scout team has gone missing!"

"Lord Viscount..."

"Aaaaaaah! That's enough!!!"

Viscount Rin-matsu, leading the main force ahead, was panting heavily with a slightly ferocious expression. This towering man licked his dry lips—

Since the middle of the night until now, almost noon, none of them have slept, and Shui Mi hasn't even had a chance to eat.

"On my command, all troops, launch a full-scale assault! Stop playing hide-and-seek with these Guangwu soldiers!"

The messenger in front of him shrank back, startled by the shout, and asked weakly.

"Viscount, which direction should we attack?"

"To...uh..." Viscount Rinson couldn't answer for a moment—yes, which direction to attack? There were "enemies" everywhere, yet there were no "enemies" anywhere.

"Ahem... That's a good question, soldier." Viscount Rinson pulled a map from his pouch. "Here, take a good look! Don't ask me that kind of question again."

"Yes, yes, we'll definitely learn from that next time."

The messenger approached the map, and Viscount Rinson pointed at it, "Do you see all the markings around here? Do they all match up?"

"Of course, Your Excellency, you can understand some of it."

"Well, that's good. Looks like you're not entirely useless after all... Watch closely, what do you think our goal is?"

"Hmm... it was an attack on their rear, Your Excellency."

"That's right...that's exactly right! The direction is obvious, isn't it? Do we still need to ask?"

"No need, Your Excellency."

"Alright, go and pass on the order."

No sooner had the messenger left than another messenger rushed up to Baron Rinmatsu.

"Your Excellency, the advance force has suffered further losses! It seems we've entered a minefield!"

"Ugh... Ah!!! (Highland swearing) Someone! Spirit Warriors, assemble! Tell Reed and Lexon to come see me!"

……

"Hahaha! Look at this group over there, they look pretty intimidating, but they're all just headless flies."

Two scouts from the Southern 7th Army Corps were hiding in the bushes in the distance.

"Yeah, yeah, now that they've entered the minefield, they'll probably have to take a detour... huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, take a look."

One of the scouts raised his binoculars, and in his field of vision, two or three men who were clearly officers walked to the front of the column.

"What are they doing? Holding a meeting in a minefield?"

After a leading officer gave some instructions, one officer stepped forward first, while the others slowly retreated a distance.

The officer who had been protruding raised his ethereal shield, a symbol of a spiritual warrior, then knelt down, one hand lightly touching the ground.

The next moment, a visible etheric shockwave erupted outwards from itself, and all the drill mines laid underground within the shockwave's coverage area were detonated prematurely.

The two scouts stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe what they were seeing—they were veterans who had fought against Chen Huan, but this was different from the Chen Huan Spirit Warriors!

The people of Chenhuan need the Iron God to clear mines!

"Damn it! Go and warn them! Those bastards are coming straight over here!"

The minefield did not serve its intended purpose.

With the enemy advancing unimpeded, the hastily deployed defenses of the two reconnaissance squadrons proved extremely vulnerable.

"Strengthen the lines! Strengthen the lines! Don't keep retreating! What the hell is this?!"

The commander of a reconnaissance squadron in charge of blocking the enemy was anxiously shouting at his troops, then looked at a lieutenant colonel next to him.

"Lieutenant Sun! These bastards over there are pretty tough! Who are they? What's their fighting style? Give me some advice!"

The adjutant of the 7th Army Corps in the south opened his mouth, unsure how to answer—no wonder he was in a dilemma, given that the soldiers before him held shields in one hand and were firing rapid-fire muskets with sabers in the other…

He had no idea who was the genius who came up with this combination.

The most critical issue is that over half of this group of highland troops are Awakened, and several are led by powerful Spirit Warriors—even Chen Huan's main force doesn't reach this proportion; having one-third would already make them the elite of the elite.

Even if these people walked headlong into the ambush, these highland warriors, with their equipment and personnel quality, even dared to launch a counter-charge directly from the ambush's killing zone.

The reconnaissance soldiers' light weapons firepower was simply insufficient.

Sun's original plan was to fight and retreat, wear down the enemy, and use the reconnaissance troops' strengths in the mountains to keep them occupied.

But to everyone's surprise, the other party walked through the minefield unscathed—

Back then, even when facing the elite troops of the Chenhuan people, the enemy dared not take a single step into the minefield without the Iron Priest clearing the mines.

Faced with this group that was swift in action, determined in combat, and far outnumbered its own forces, the shortcomings of these reconnaissance units were laid bare—they were now almost entirely left with "retreat," and had no "fight" left.

Lieutenant Sun was filled with remorse. He knew he had made the mistake of habitual thinking and had mistakenly attacked these highlanders as Chen Huan people.

"Old Sun! Watch out!"

"what?"

The corps adjutant suddenly snapped out of his daze. He finally noticed a gust of wind coming from the other side. He instinctively turned his head, and his vision was filled with a trapezoidal shield that was rapidly enlarging.

Boom!

The shield rippled slightly the moment it touched the adjutant's face. The low-level martial arts apprentice, Sun, didn't even have time to groan before he was instantly knocked down.

The reconnaissance squadron commander standing nearby looked at the towering giant in front of him, and a cold sweat instantly ran down his forehead and neck.

And this towering giant was none other than Viscount Lin Song.

Viscount Rinson, who had suddenly appeared, immediately took down one person with a shield strike, and then swung his sword at another figure.

Another wave of ethereal ripples surged forth, and Viscount Rinson's towering figure left a faint afterimage as he lunged toward the reconnaissance squadron commander opposite him.

In an instant, the squadron commander felt as if a huge stone had been placed on his heart, and the overwhelming sense of suffocation even made him unable to move.

Viscount Rinmatsu's broadsword, made of bakelite, slashed down with a whooshing sound, but the figure beneath the sword flashed aside at the last moment.

This scene surprised Viscount Rinson.

Despite being outmatched in strength by his opponent, the reconnaissance squadron commander, a high-ranking martial arts apprentice, managed to dodge aside using his exceptional skills and the instincts honed through years of battlefield combat.

Although his movements were rather clumsy, he had actually managed to evade a sure-fire attack from a martial arts practitioner.

The squadron commander wasn't simply dodging in a disheveled manner; during his roll, he had already drawn his sidearm, the [Samurai] pistol—

The gun barrel was cocked by rubbing the butt of the gun against the sole of the shoe, and the safety was simultaneously released with the thumb. The whole process took no more than the time it takes to breathe.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

The squadron leader knelt on the ground, raised his gun and fired—at this almost face-to-face distance, he could shoot even with his eyes closed.

At this moment, the [Warrior] demonstrated its unparalleled close-range firepower—unlike the [Waist Knife], which emphasizes the density and sustainability of firepower, the [Warrior] emphasizes absolute close-range power.

Viscount Rin-matsu dared not be careless in the face of the roaring [Samurai] pistol. In an instant, he raised his ether shield. The squadron commander fired wildly and emptied an 8-round magazine in a very short time.

Viscount Rinson's shield flickered, its surface appearing to ripple with eight overlapping waves.

Unfortunately, they failed to break through.

"Hey! Director! This..."