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Yan Kong charged through the chaotic battlefield, each step sinking into blood and mud. His dark red armor was splattered with the blood of enemies, glinting ominously in the sunlight. The blade of his weapon sliced through the air mercilessly, each swing severing limbs and drawing out the anguished cries of foes, merging with the clashing sounds of weapons into a hellish symphony.
His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, sweeping across the entire battlefield. He understood that his primary task now was to stabilize the morale of the vanguard troops; they must not falter amidst the chaos. This narrow mountain path was like a treacherous lifeline; if they lost their way forward, the entire unit would plunge into an irretrievable crisis.
"Hold your formation! Do not retreat!" Yan Kong shouted forcefully, his voice piercing through the tumult of battle, reaching every vanguard soldier's ears. His tone was like a steel command, unquestionable.
He surged toward the front lines, his blade shimmering with a cold light as he cleaved down a Flame Knight who was attacking a vanguard soldier. The enemy's body tumbled through the air, leaving a brilliant red arc before crashing into the depths of the valley. Yan Kong did not pause; his figure moved like a bolt of dark red lightning, swiftly tearing through enemy defenses.
With every swing of his sword, he fought not just to kill but to show his soldiers that even in such dire straits, they must not retreat. As long as he stood at the front line, this path would not be taken by the enemy.
A vanguard soldier gasped for breath and looked up to see Yan Kong fighting valiantly ahead. A surge of inexplicable strength welled up within him. He gripped his weapon tightly and roared as he charged toward the enemy, following closely behind Yan Kong. Gradually, more soldiers joined the fray; their fear was replaced by fighting spirit, and their formation steadied as they pushed the enemy back step by step.
"That's it!" Yan Kong silently cheered within himself as his blade swept again, knocking two Flame Knights' energy rifles to the ground. His armor became a moving steel wall, providing an unyielding barrier for his soldiers.
The battlefield remained chaotic, but the path forward gradually became clearer. Yan Kong's presence was like a burning torch illuminating the fog-laden mountain path and igniting the morale of the vanguard troops. He knew this battle was far from over, but at least for now, they could continue to advance.
Yan Kong's roar thundered above the din of battle: "Sergeant! Lead the defense troops and establish a defensive formation at the front line! Do not give the enemy another chance to surge in!" His voice carried an irresistible power; each word struck like a heavy hammer into the ears of sergeants and soldiers alike.
The sergeant's face was smeared with grime and blood, sweat mingling with enemy blood made him appear both weary and resolute. He grabbed a nearby soldier by the shoulder and forcibly pulled him up from the ground while raising his command knife high, shouting to those around him: "Did you hear that? Grab all Shield Generators and follow me to form a line!"
The soldier he pulled up was still panting heavily; his armor was already riddled with cracks, but without hesitation, he nodded and seized a round Shield Generator before rushing toward the front line alongside other soldiers. Their steps were unsteady yet filled with unwavering determination.
Ahead, chaos reigned on the battlefield as Flame Knights surged like a tide; their energy rifles flickered incessantly, drowning out the soldiers' roars and the sounds of clashing swords. The defense troops led by the sergeant struggled through the battlefield, each step feeling like walking on blades; one misstep could lead them to be engulfed by enemy assaults.
Yan Kong followed closely behind, his blade glinting with a cold light. His gaze was sharp, and his movements were like lightning; wherever the edge of his sword passed, enemies fell one after another. With each swing, he cleaved through their defenses, carving a bloody path for the troops to advance.
"Quick! Form up!" Yan Kong shouted again, his voice laced with suppressed fury. His blade severed the arm of a Flame Knight, sending both the man and his fiery wheel crashing into the nearby rocks, blood splattering everywhere. Fresh blood stained Yan Kong's armor once more, but he paid it no mind, his focus unwavering on the progress of the defensive troops.
The officer finally led the soldiers to a relatively open area and bellowed, "Deploy the Shield Generator! Form up!" The soldiers quickly activated their Shield Generators, and a circular Energy Barrier unfolded in the air, creating interwoven shields that repelled the enemy's assault.
At the moment the Shield Generator activated, a transparent Energy Barrier spread out, emitting a faint blue glow. The soldiers of Yang Chuan collided violently with this barrier as they rushed forward; the sound of energy impact crackled like thunder splitting the sky. Their fiery wheels halted abruptly, and when their thermal rifles struck the barrier, they erupted in a shower of scorching sparks but could not penetrate this layer of protection.
"Damn it!" a Yang Chuan Soldier growled, slamming his rifle against the barrier. Each collision felt like hitting an invisible iron wall that rebounded him back. More and more soldiers gathered outside the barrier, attempting to break through this line of defense to no avail.
"Riflemen! Form ranks!" Yan Kong's voice boomed like thunder, instantly drowning out the surrounding chaos. He pointed his sword toward the rear, scanning over those weary yet resolute soldiers. "Quickly, get your formation ready!"
The officer immediately followed suit, his voice hoarse yet resonant: "All riflemen, assemble at once! Steady your rifles and follow my command!"
The remaining soldiers responded in unison; though fatigue weighed on them, their hands still gripped their Energy Guns tightly. They quickly formed two temporary lines, each rifle aimed at the Yang Chuan Soldiers outside the Energy Barrier who were trying to break through.
"Prepare—" Yan Kong commanded loudly as he stood before the ranks of riflemen, his gaze fierce like an invisible wall that suppressed the enemy's momentum.
"Aim!" the officer added loudly. All riflemen moved in perfect unison; the muzzles of their Energy Guns glowed faintly blue as they charged up, waiting for the final command.
"Fire!" Yan Kong ordered suddenly, his voice echoing throughout the valley.
In an instant, a volley of Energy Bullets erupted from their muzzles, blue light streaking through the air as it pierced through the Yang Chuan Soldiers beyond the barrier. Those enemies screamed as they fell, their fiery wheels rolling on the ground while thermal rifles slipped from their hands. Blood and fire erupted along the mountain path as this coordinated volley forcefully suppressed the enemy's advance.
The soldiers of Yang Chuan were startled by the fierce strike, causing them to involuntarily retreat. Chaos erupted within their ranks, and their offensive was abruptly halted. The soldiers behind the barrier gasped for breath, watching as the enemy hesitated outside, a flicker of hope reigniting in their eyes.
"Again!" Yan Kong shouted, wielding his sword with an irresistible force in his voice. "Push them all back!"
The shouts of the soldiers and the gleam of gun muzzles echoed throughout the valley once more. Yan Kong stood at the front of the formation, his armor stained with blood, yet his stance was as solid as steel. He understood that this moment of respite was crucial for stabilizing the front lines, and he would give everything he had to turn this sliver of order into an opportunity for reversal.
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