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Yan Kong coldly stared at the commander lying in a pool of blood, then raised his foot and unhesitatingly kicked the corpse aside. The body crashed heavily against the wall, producing a muffled sound before sliding down to the ground, leaving a long trail of blood. He didn’t spare it another glance and turned to walk towards the table in the center of the room.
On the table lay the battle plans and orders of the Yangchuan Army, but Yan Kong paid them no mind. With a forceful shove, he flipped the entire table over, scattering papers, ink bottles, and various debris across the floor. The sound echoed in the cramped room.
Yan Kong scanned the area, his gaze landing on a window on one side of the room. He quickly approached it, noticing the Yang Chuan flag flying high atop the tower, its glaring red color standing out starkly against the dim sky.
“This ends here,” Yan Kong sneered as he drew his knife, its blade glinting coldly in the light. He raised his hand and swung it fiercely, slicing through the air as he struck at the flagpole.
“Slash—” The Yang Chuan banner was severed by the blade, and the red flag fell silently to the ground, carried by the wind.
Yan Kong stepped boldly to the window, holding his knife horizontally across his chest before raising it high. Taking a deep breath, he bellowed in a deep voice, “Wu Jing has taken this place!” His voice thundered through the room, resonating across the entire Frontline.
Below, the Yangchuan soldiers were momentarily stunned before looking up at the tower. They were shocked to see their familiar flag disappear, replaced by a blood-soaked man standing at the window. He held his knife aloft like a demon lord gazing down upon them, his cold gaze sending chills down their spines.
In an instant, the soldiers snapped out of their shock and began to look around frantically, only to realize that their Frontline had been breached without their knowledge; their original defenses had been completely dismantled. The suddenness of it all filled them with panic and despair.
Yan Kong observed the chaos below with a slight smirk playing on his lips. His voice rang out again, imbued with undeniable dominance and authority: “Your era is over.”
The Assault Team Leader rushed up from the staircase, covered in blood and breathing heavily. His armor was battered and stained, and blood still dripped from his blade. His face bore signs of battle fatigue but was resolute nonetheless. Spotting Yan Kong at the window, he hurriedly called out, “Lord Yan Kong! What should we do?”
Yan Kong turned his head, his gaze sharp and decisive: “Gather your team and consolidate our forces. We will charge from this tower to the Bunker gate and open it for Wu Jing’s Army to enter. Let’s coordinate our efforts and take down the entire Frontline in one fell swoop!”
Upon hearing the order, the leader nodded without hesitation: “Yes!” He then turned to rally the remaining Assault Team members to prepare for regrouping.
Yan Kong did not waste a second. He cast a cold glance towards the distant city gate, then sheathed his blade and positioned himself at the edge of the window. Taking a deep breath, he crouched slightly before leaping out of the window with force.
"Bang!"
Yan Kong's figure shot down like a bolt of lightning, landing heavily on the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust and debris. His knees bent slightly, he steadied himself as the surroundings fell into a brief silence.
From within the dust, several Yangchuan Soldiers rushed forward with weapons drawn, attempting to surround this enemy who had descended from above. However, a glint of cold light flashed in Yan Kong's eyes, and a disdainful smirk appeared on his lips. His blade was drawn like a gust of wind, accompanied by a sharp whoosh as it met the soldiers head-on.
"Thud! Thud!"
In an instant, blood splattered as the blade flashed. The two soldiers at the front barely had time to react before being cleaved in half. The remaining soldiers halted in fear, their faces pale, but before they could flee, Yan Kong surged forward like a wraith once more.
The blade danced like lightning, and within mere seconds, several bodies lay on the ground, their blood staining the earth around them.
Yan Kong flicked the blood from his blade and surveyed his surroundings. Confirming that no one dared to approach him again, he turned and shouted loudly, "The team follows! Charge towards the city gate!" His voice boomed like thunder, clear amidst the chaos of battle.
The Assault Team Leader and his teammates poured out from the tower, their morale reignited as they quickly gathered behind Yan Kong. With each step they took towards the Bunker city gate, they exuded an unstoppable momentum; no one could stand in their way.
The Assault Team followed closely in Yan Kong's wake, surging towards the Bunker’s gates like a fierce wind. Under the night sky, the armor and weapons of the team reflected faint glimmers of firelight as they marched in unison with determination. Their goal was clear: seize the city gate and allow the Wu Jing Army to storm in!
However, the chaos that Yan Kong had just unleashed quickly drew the attention of the enemy. In the distance, Yangchuan Soldiers surged forward like a tide, weapons in hand as they roared towards the Assault Team with expressions filled with resolve and fury. They knew they had to quell this internal disturbance swiftly; otherwise, the external Wu Jing Army could breach their defenses at any moment.
"The enemy is coming!" The Assault Team Leader shouted urgently. The team members immediately assumed defensive stances, but their numbers were far too few to withstand the oncoming tide of foes effectively.
Yan Kong glanced back and saw the enemy rapidly approaching, while his team was pushing towards the Bunker entrance at full speed. Time was of the essence. He swiftly drew his knife, its blade glinting as he spoke with a cold, decisive tone, "Quick! Send a few people to open the door! The rest of you cover them; I'll handle the rest!"
The Assault Team Leader immediately nodded, assigning several soldiers to operate the Bunker’s gate mechanism while the remaining team members formed a defensive line to protect their actions. He returned to Yan Kong's side, readying the rest of the group for the enemy's first wave of assault.
"Go!" Yan Kong gestured with his hand and stepped forward toward the oncoming enemy.
The shouts of the Yangchuan soldiers grew louder, and the clash of blades against armor echoed in the air. Their eyes were filled with murderous intent, seemingly determined to annihilate this small squad. Yan Kong stood at the forefront, his knife tip slightly lowered, resembling a blade poised to strike at any moment as he coldly stared in the direction of the advancing foes.
"Come on," he murmured under his breath, suddenly stepping forward with a burst of speed like lightning toward the enemy forces. His knife sliced through the air in a fierce arc, its sharp edge cleaving through the armor of a soldier at the front, blood splattering across his face.
"Hold the line!" Yan Kong bellowed, his voice booming like thunder. His knife became a ferocious beast, relentlessly tearing through the enemy's defenses. Each strike was precise and lethal, shattering their assault like sand before him.
Behind him, the Assault Team was working frantically to prepare for opening the door, their movements growing increasingly swift. They understood that time was their greatest enemy and that their lives were being fought for by the man standing at the front line!
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