"What is this?!"
Wang, the Heavenly Master, felt his heart lurch at the sight of those few "Fire Dragons," a strong sense of crisis overwhelming him.
Yet at this mont, they had exhausted all their tactics, with no ace up their sleeve. Other than silently praying
for the combat prowess of the "Bloodthirsty Mosquitoes," they found themselves at a loss, continuing to flee on horseback.
"Where did this flathrower co from? Could it be... they also hail from another Floating Mountain?"
"How could a small Qingshi Town possess such weaponry?"
"Soone’s finally died, bitten to death by you all!" the other taoists cursed fiercely.
Clearly, the witless Bloodthirsty Mosquitoes were severely restrained by the massive flas. Although they had bitten a few people to death, they were no match for the Fire Dragons.
The mosquito army’s montum was gone.
"Retreat, let’s quickly pull back to the town!"
"Stop looking, just retreat."
...
...
This brutal war between humans and mosquitoes lasted half an hour.
In the end, the last vicious mosquito turned to ash.
The battlefield was enveloped in scorching hot air, steam rising everywhere, with the ground scattered with charred remains, and even so of the surrounding rice fields burnt away.
Fortunately, the presence of water in the rice fields prevented the fire from spreading further.
And as the tension in the warriors’ hearts gradually eased, they felt as if their strength had been sapped, with several younger soldiers even sitting down on the cold carapace of the Turtle Spirit Mother.
But soon, they forced themselves to stand up again, because the current environnt was not safe; letting down their guard in haste would only threaten their lives.
"Report, the enemy saw the dire situation and fled on horseback!"
"They can run, but they can’t escape their temple. Clean up the battlefield, attend to the injured, tally the numbers."
Qingshi Town had used the correct battle strategy, but war is cruel. Still, a few high-speed flying mosquitoes broke through the fire and bit the soldiers atop the turtle shell.
The mosquitoes’ proboscises carried deadly toxins; a single light bite could result in fainting at best and instant death at worst!
Therefore, the corpses on the turtle shell were horribly disfigured, like swollen balloons, with pus continuously flowing from the burst wounds. The ghastly nature of these deaths led the soldiers to a unanimous lancholy and silent mourning.
This is pioneering!
It isn’t child’s play, not a field trip, not a drill, but pioneering in an otherworldly realm filled with the unknown, terror, and death!
Everything here is real!
Even though the soldiers who had co here were ntally prepared and had written their wills in advance, the death of their comrades was still difficult to bear.
Even Qingshi Town, at the rear, suffered an attack. However, thanks to Master Qiu Yuan’s presence, the few mosquitoes that slipped through to the back were barely suppressed.
The command team in the rear listened to the battlefield reports.
"We’ve used up eighty percent of our ammunition and bullets, and the steam machine gun parts are severely worn and need maintenance and replacent."
"Sixteen soldiers died on the battlefield, and twenty-four are in a coma. Additionally, 32 militian from Qingshi Town died, with 27 in a coma... all the injured are being treated by the dical Departnt, but it is very difficult."
"Are you saying... not a single person can be awakened?"
"Yes. Their organs are failing, and they need a large blood transfusion; our simple dical asures are not sufficient."
"Sending them back to the Ga Training Camp will cost a hundred points per person, and there’s no guarantee they’ll recover, with a high risk of lasting complications."
A hundred points per person!
The funds at hand are simply not enough.
"Not enough funds?"
This outco... left everyone struggling to catch their breath.
Even No. 24, who had just acquired the "Giant Puppet" and "Mosquito Specin" and was brimming with research desire, was montarily at a loss for words.
Although this was considered a great victory, the sight of young people dying before their eyes was too much for everyone to bear.
Death is the most cold, objective fact.
Young soldiers, newly transported here, went through a war and were laid to rest on this land, leaving a pervasive sense of loss.
It also served as a reminder to all Pioneers that this was not a Ga; they were not the Main Character and had no chances of revival.
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...
Old Wang hovered in the air, his face a picture of mournful gloom, contemplating the grim outco.
Was this considered a great victory?
Of course, it was. The sight of Qingshi Town’s citizens cheering loudly was proof of a magnificent triumph!
To only lose less than a three-digit number of people against the court’s encirclent – if not a great victory, what was it?
But for the pioneering team, not counting the temporarily disregarded death of Li Qingshan, there were 16 soldiers who had died, and another 24 were critically ill!
That equated to 20 points of the Power of Illusion!
Equivalent to 20 days of progress.
"What kind of damned mosquitoes are these, stinging a person to death with one bite?"
His heart ached violently at the thought.
These young people were hard-earned, purchased with money to establish achievents on this land – now senselessly killed by mosquitoes.
"These people are my treasures! What the hell, just to die like this?"
The more Old Wang thought about it, the angrier he beca, shaking all over, nearly going mad in the sky – he was beside himself with rage.
He couldn’t help but want to enter the fray himself and slap to death those escaped taoists.
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