Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

surprise.

gratitude.

A multitude of complex emotions piled up in his heart, leaving him feeling lost and overwhelmed.

He felt he should say thank you, but he also felt that his emotions were more than just gratitude.

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However, these subtle and delicate emotions surfaced when he saw the burning city…

Then, it vanished without a trace.

Chapter 1006: The Blood Rage Continues to Accumulate!

"How could this happen... our camp, actually..."

Scattered.

The tent was on fire.

The blood, still wet, was slowly flowing on the ground, and at first glance, it looked like a blackish-red earthworm.

Broken corpses, desperate expressions, blood-stained military uniforms, and scattered organs... the term "Shura Field" seemed to have been created specifically to describe such a horrific scene. Although it wasn't quite stinking yet, the intense, gunpowder-mixed stench of blood was already slowly hammering at Zhang Wusheng's senses like nails.

His unusually heightened senses became a torment for him at this time.

With a quick glance, he imprinted the images of almost everyone's deaths into his mind.

It was exceptionally tragic.

Some of them were even clearly no longer human.

His emerald pupils narrowed slightly.

"Ugh... I vomit..."

Zhang Wusheng felt dizzy and lightheaded. He clutched his stomach and dry-heaved twice, but nothing came out. He found it unbelievable; although he felt like he was about to vomit, his body didn't react at all, and he didn't actually feel like he was going to throw up.

In contrast, several of the soldiers traveling with him actually vomited.

But because the battlefield was so bloody, it was hard to find a place to vomit, so they had to run a few steps further away. Clutching their stomachs, it was clear the psychological impact was too great, causing their stomachs to contract and resulting in nausea that they simply couldn't hold back. Looking at them, Zhang Wusheng couldn't help but feel confused, questioning his own earlier nausea.

Could it be that it was all an act?

Does your body not react at all to this scene?

……

"Are you alright?" Silver Frost walked to his side and asked softly.

"Hmm...it's...it's alright," Zhang Wusheng said truthfully, "but...it's just...a little hard for me to accept for a moment."

“That’s normal.” Silver Frost patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice, “Your father has always protected you too well.”

"This is what a real battlefield looks like."

These scattered corpses, not long ago, were living, breathing people in the same place as Zhang Wusheng. He still remembered their expressions, mannerisms, and movements. But in the blink of an eye, these vivid companions had become a pile of mutilated flesh, unable to speak or respond, and had died so lightly.

Zhang Wusheng was no stranger to corpses. On the first day of the siege, he witnessed firsthand how his father breached the fortress. In a single day, ten thousand enemy soldiers were completely annihilated. To commemorate this, they dug a large pit, threw the corpses in, and burned them all.

He could remain calm even when faced with the corpses of his enemies; in a battle between two armies, killing the enemy is a basic principle.

Only when someone you've crossed paths with, or even someone whose name you can recall, dies tragically before your eyes, does the cruelty of war truly begin to weigh on you.

but……

"Gentlemen, calm down, this isn't over yet. As long as we're alive, we must carry out the mission assigned to us by our superiors to the very end!"

Zhang Wusheng, whose body was not particularly affected to begin with, only needed to withstand the mental shock, and thus recovered quickly.

At this moment, everyone was overwhelmed by fear, their thoughts at their most chaotic. A person who dared to step forward and give them orders would undoubtedly be most useful. In their eyes, this unassuming figure, leaning on a cane and limping, appeared imposing in the firelight.

"Judging from the current situation, our encampment has been attacked by the enemy and our entire force has been wiped out."

“The enemy should already be in Morocco, but they could return at any time. What we need to do is to complete the headcount of the dead and wounded, collect the remaining supplies, and make use of all available resources. After that, we can prepare the next step of the plan.”

"Now, please spread out and search for usable supplies such as rations, ammunition, and firearms, and then..."

"Although I don't have high hopes, please make sure to check carefully whether there are any survivors. The information they provide will be extremely useful to us!"

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Seeing the soldiers scatter, Zhang Wusheng breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Although he managed to keep the team from collapsing, to be honest, he had absolutely no idea what to do next. Including Silverfrost and himself, there were only nine people left. In this situation, was there any way to regain control of the city?

Another portion of the troops was stationed at the train station. But if the enemy isn't irrational, they will inevitably try to retake this transportation hub; in other words, the troops there will certainly have been wiped out. Leaving the city will be extremely difficult for them.

……

"What do you think?"

As Zhang Wusheng was pondering, Yinshuang's voice came from the side, temporarily freeing him from the countless choices in his mind and allowing him to focus on the current predicament.

“I find something strange.” His gaze swept over the gruesome corpses on the ground once more, and he said in a deep voice, “When we left the camp, everyone was already awake because of that loud bang, right? At that time, we couldn’t completely rule out what that explosion was, and the camp should have been on alert.”

"Under those circumstances, they were still completely wiped out..."

Those chosen to participate in this expedition were the elite of the Lamon raiders, their combat prowess absolutely top-notch. Even without him and Silverfrost, they could still organize an offensive. However, judging from the outcome, the situation on the battlefield was almost a one-sided rout.

"If this were a battlefield where bullets were exchanged, the corpses wouldn't be in such a gruesome state."

Silverfrost's brows were furrowed, her amber cat-like eyes gleaming slightly in the darkness. Suppressing her discomfort and nausea, she crouched down, carefully examining the corpses of her companions—many of them appeared not to have died from gunfire, but from being crushed by some enormous object. Their entire bodies were like tomatoes thrown under a shoe and stomped on, their juices and flesh bursting out.

"What on earth is this..."

……

"Someone's still alive! It's Beretta, he's still alive!"

The exclamation interrupted their thoughts. Zhang Wusheng paused for a moment, then immediately turned and ran. When he arrived, he couldn't immediately tell whether, for Beretta at that moment, life or death was better.

This veteran, who had fought in the Civil War and had miraculously won countless games against death, finally lost a round.

His abdomen was severely wounded, and his military uniform shirt was stained red with blood. He also lost an arm, from which blood gushed. Such severe injuries were impossible to save on the battlefield where medical resources were scarce; the only difference between him and a dead man was that he was not yet dead.

Just a few hours ago, he was at the shooting range, patiently teaching himself how to shoot; now, he looks like this.

“Beretta…”

Zhang Wusheng's forehead twitched slightly. Despite the terrible state of the situation, what rose in his heart was not fear, but a vague anger.

"..."

He lifted his eyelids slightly, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and he let out a long sigh.

"Tell me what happened."

Chapter 1007: New Weapons Changing the Course of War

Beretta suffered a severe abdominal wound, with a hole punched through it, leaving him with almost no strength to make a sound. However, he still did his best to pass on the important information about the camp attack to everyone. About twenty minutes after they set off, a group of well-dressed men arrived, claiming to be from the city council. They wanted to discuss something with Zhang Wusheng and even brought out a list.

The officer on duty told Zhang Wusheng to come back the next morning, citing Zhang's absence.

then……

"While our attention was drawn to those councilors... the enemy suddenly attacked from the direction of the city, catching us completely off guard. Grenades rained down on us... The camp was very well-fortified, but this resulted in heavy losses. Many soldiers were killed by shrapnel from the grenades..."

"Realizing they'd been tricked, our men immediately... ha... immediately organized a counterattack, engaging the enemy in fierce combat, but..."

"What appeared from the city wasn't just people, but also... and another one..."

Beretta tried to gesture the shape, but due to blood loss, he couldn't even lift his arm and weakly said, "A... huge, mobile iron box..."

"What?" Zhang Wusheng was completely confused.

"It's huge, huge... bigger than a carriage..."

"Cars?"

"No, it's not a car, it's much bigger than...much bigger than a car, and very heavy..."

Beretta gasped for breath, barely breathing, as she described the terrifying machine that had annihilated the remaining troops: "That thing was equipped with cannons... and machine guns, its firepower was far superior to ours. Our bullets couldn't penetrate its armor at all, and when we threw grenades, they bounced off its metal shell."

"It...it just ignored our firepower and rolled over us. The ground was rumbling. My God! I saw it crush Baum in two."

"That's a new weapon like never before seen. Its appearance will change the entire course of the war..."

Having participated in the First Civil War, Beretta understood the true essence of war: it was a contest of which side could annihilate more enemies while simultaneously organizing and deploying more people to the battlefield. It was like two normal people standing face-to-face, each trying to stab the other; it wasn't just about who could withstand more stabs, but also whose knife was sharper.

This new weapon's performance on the battlefield can only be described as invincible.

The upgrading of weapons will inevitably lead to a linear escalation of the intensity of war.

Beretta, lingering at the gates of hell, could already vaguely see countless crushed souls beneath this colossal steel machine.

The despairing scene silenced everyone present.

"Remember, don't use guns... It's pointless to fight that thing... Pass this intelligence to Red China as soon as possible..."

He was clinging to his last breath. After saying what he needed to say, Beretta's dim eyes gradually froze, and the rise and fall of his chest subsided. All memories related to this veteran sank into the blood-soaked battlefield, never to be heard again.

For a moment, no one spoke, and no one suggested burying Beretta. From a practical standpoint, they didn't have the time. Even setting aside practical considerations, so many other comrades lay dead there; were they to bury only Beretta and leave the others unattended?

“No wonder…” Zhang Wusheng looked around at the almost completely crushed camp and murmured, “That makes sense now.”

"What do you mean?" Silver Frost asked, puzzled.

“Before, I couldn’t understand why the federal government dared to disrupt the current peaceful environment and declare war on us. Even excluding my father’s combat capabilities, if we only consider ordinary soldiers and weapons, the North and South should be about the same. They have two major capital groups, and we have the Sanyuan Group. The industrial level behind them is almost the same.”

"To launch a war without a sure chance of victory is a very dangerous act. If they lose, their regime may be purged."

"If... they launched the war only after they had acquired revolutionary weapons, then it makes sense."

"A revolutionary...weapon..." Silverfrost's tone was still somewhat incredulous.

"Based on Beretta's description, it has a huge mass, can move on the battlefield, is immune to bullets and grenades, and has firepower. With all these advantages, it can be considered a weapon that can change the course of the battle once it is deployed."

If the industrial capacity of the North is sufficient to support the mass production of this weapon and its deployment on the battlefield...

Zhang Wusheng imagined the scene, and his brows furrowed even more deeply.

The situation in this war will become far more complex than it is now.

"He's right, we must tell Mr. Hongzhong about this immediately!" Immense anxiety ravaged everyone equally; even a seasoned warrior like Silver Frost felt incredibly agitated, unconsciously biting her nails. "But..."

How easy is that?

They had no idea where Zhang Renfeng's army had reached; they only knew that the general route was heading straight for Washington.

In other words, to catch up with them, they would have to march rapidly towards Washington. The further north they went, the tighter the blockade and the more enemies they would face. It was uncertain how far the nine of them could possibly reach.

By the time they deliver the intelligence, this new weapon may already be rampaging across the battlefield, breaching their lines. Just like tonight, for those who have never seen this new weapon, it can create a near-universely disparate combat advantage, and many more soldiers fighting alongside them will die under its wheels!

There was a dead end on the left and a dead end on the right. Yinshuang felt like she was trapped in a deep pit and couldn't climb out no matter what she did.

……

"Lady Silverfrost, why are you making that face?"

"But what should we do next..."

"It's not over yet." After a moment's thought, Zhang Wusheng considered the overall situation and gave his final order: "Disguise yourselves and enter the city."

"What are you thinking?! The enemy is definitely still entrenched in Morocco City. Entering the city at this time is no different from courting death!" Silver Frost was startled by his plan and exclaimed, "Let me make this clear first, I'm not like your father or mother, who can take on hundreds of people by myself. With my abilities, I can only handle about eight people at a time at most."

"If we get found out, not only us, but you'll be..."

“The most important thing now is to send the report out.” Zhang Wusheng’s tone became somewhat cold, yet extremely firm. “Anyone can be sacrificed to achieve strategic objectives, and I am no exception.”

"The telegraph machine in the camp has been destroyed by them, but Morocco is a modern city. Let's take a gamble and see if there is a telegraph machine in that city that can transmit telegrams."

“Send a copy to my father, and another copy to Igor in the rear, so they know that there are new weapons on the battlefield.”

Zhang Wusheng made a "sneak in" gesture, "Sneak in, find the telegraph machine, send the telegram, and that's it."

"As for how to escape from the city after that... we'll see when the time comes. I'm not sure I can get everyone out safely."

"Let's play it by ear."

Chapter 1008: The Great Purge