Passing through the anchor point, they arrived at the urban village.
The streets were filled with a murderous aura. They were densely packed with people, all holding weapons. Most were equipped with a combination of short weapons and small shields.
Yang Long inspected the ranks. He stopped, helped the man in front of him tie the white cloth badge on his shoulder, and patted his shoulder. "Make sure they're all tied on properly. When the fighting starts later, anyone not wearing a shoulder badge is the enemy!"
"Repeat what I just said."
"Anyone not wearing a shoulder badge is the enemy!" A low chorus ca from around them.
Hearing this, Yang Long nodded in satisfaction.
The low chorus suddenly beca chaotic. Many of the brothers in front of him grew restless, their gazes turning to look behind him.
Yang Long realized sothing and turned around.
Twenty ters behind him, a massive, pitch-black dinosaur, perfectly blending into the night's darkness, was approaching.
This dinosaur's footsteps were very light, barely making a sound as they touched the ground.
Combined with its jet-black skin, a flash of admiration passed through Yang Long's eyes.
His gaze fell upon the figure riding on the dinosaur's back.
"Guild Leader Qin."
Qin Ziwen said, "Hmm. In a mont, your group will charge in the second wave. Our people will take the first wave."
A flicker of confusion passed through Yang Long's eyes.
This news struck him like a blow, leaving him montarily stunned.
How could this be...
The first wave was the most dangerous. He had already prepared himself to lead a suicide squad, yet now he was being told the Qin Alliance's people would go first.
"Hmm, you just follow behind. After we break the enemy's formation, you'll be responsible for mopping up and securing the rear." Qin Ziwen nodded.
Yang Long fell silent. Thinking about how he had asured a gentleman's heart with his own petty standards, he felt a pang of sha.
"Should I send so of my n to join the vanguard?" Yang Long asked.
"No need." Qin Ziwen shook his head.
His younger brother's superhuman task had a participant limit. Naturally, selecting the Qin Alliance's elites was most appropriate.
After giving a few more detailed instructions, Qin Ziwen moved to the other side.
Qin Ziwu was leading a force of one hundred and sixty elite fighters.
All were clad in armor, wielding short crossbows, spears, and short knives.
In front of the formation, three Turbid Clan fish-n sat on the ground, devouring at in large bites.
They showed no tension about the impending battle, as if nothing was more important to them than eating.
Seeing his older brother approach, Qin Ziwu opened his mouth. The "Brother" he was about to call out was swallowed, transforming into "Guild Leader."
Qin Ziwen had originally prepared many things to say, but when the words reached his lips, he didn't know what to say.
His gaze swept over everyone present. "Go and bring my armor."
Qin Ziwu realized sothing. He quickly stood up.
Du Yu turned his head, a flicker of worry passing between his brows.
Yan Da thought of sothing and chuckled softly.
Yan San whispered, "Is the Master also going up?"
"Probably."
"It's too dangerous. A gentleman does not stand beneath a crumbling wall. The Master's body is worth ten thousand pieces of gold, how can he go with us..."
Qin Ziwu wanted to say sothing, but with so many people around, he hesitated. Finally, when Cao Biansheng was helping Qin Ziwen into his armor, he couldn't hold back anymore. He strode over, glared at Cao Biansheng, then said anxiously, "Brother, how can you join in this recklessness? Anyone here can go, but you cannot!"
"Why can't I go?" Qin Ziwen glanced at his younger brother and said leisurely, "Can you beat ? Or can Xiao Cao beat ?"
He looked back at Cao Biansheng. Cao Biansheng hurriedly shook his head. "The Guild Leader's divine might, you could beat with one hand tied behind your back."
Qin Ziwu frowned. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence, "That's different."
Qin Ziwen said calmly, "Don't overthink it. I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for everyone. I can open a node at any ti. If there's real danger, I can imdiately open a node and lead everyone in a strategic retreat."
After donning the Mountain Pattern Armor, Qin Ziwen turned to Cao Biansheng and handed him a Breakthrough Card.
"Use it. See what your task is. If it's suitable, let's complete it together this ti."
Struck by this pleasant surprise, Cao Biansheng took the Breakthrough Card and chose to use it.
Amidst a sky full of light particles, Cao Biansheng closed his eyes.
A long ti later, he opened them. "Guild Leader, I chose the second-tier task, 'Slaughterer.' Within one hour, personally slay one hundred strong fellow clansn wielding weapons."
"Those who have lost the ability to resist don't count?"
"No, they must still possess combat capability."
"Then you'll have to put in more effort."
It sounds simple to kill a hundred people, but in reality, trying it reveals the difficulty. In the annals of Chinese Official History, only a handful of individuals have achieved the feat of slaying a hundred enemies in a single battle.
Cao Biansheng nodded fiercely. He knew the preciousness of this Breakthrough Card. His eyes reddened slightly, and he clenched his fist. "I will definitely live up to the Guild Leader's expectations!"
....
Red Cauldron Tower.
After the crushing defeat of the desperate force sent out during yesterday's rainstorm, the atmosphere inside the building had sunk into gloom.
That night, fierce conflicts erupted.
Several people even secretly ran out of the building and fled towards the Forest, only to be captured alive by the patrols outside.
Interrogations revealed that old grudges between several floors within the tower had exploded. Residents from the lower floors attacked the top floors, breached them, resulting in heavy casualties. Currently, supplies within the building were severely lacking. Combustible materials like Gasoline had long been exhausted back during the first map, the snowy mountain.
It wasn't until the early morning hours, around 2 AM, that the turmoil within the tower gradually subsided.
A team clad in Armor, with burly physiques, arrived outside the first floor of the tower.
The glass doors at the entrance were tightly shut, secured with a lock from the inside, and piled with debris barricading the back.
Within the crowd, Cao Biansheng was itching to go. "When do we attack?"
"Wait, soon." Beside him, Qin Ziwu looked towards the direction of the urban village on the left.
Half a minute later, in the silent night sky, the sharp whistle of a heavy crossbow bolt tearing through the air suddenly rang out.
"Boom!"
From the upper floors, overlapping shouts of shock erupted.
Shattering the deep night's silence, the massive impact sounds were piercingly loud in the quiet night sky.
"Attack!" Qin Ziwu roared.
The Turbid Clan fish-man at the very front raised the large wooden log in its hands and ramd it forward with all its might.
Crash!
The glass of the first-floor main doors shattered.
The heavy objects barricading behind them were shoved aside.
The vanguard force charged into the building.
Top floor. A dimly lit room. Four candles were lit in the corners.
On the floor in front, i Yuqing's limbs were bound with ropes, spread-eagled and tied to the ground.
Next to her was a makeshift stove with an iron plate set up. Li Zecheng humd a tune, cooking sothing.
The building shook violently, causing the candle flas in the room to flicker.
Hearing the chaotic, tumultuous sounds coming from outside the door, Li Zecheng's movents didn't pause in the slightest.
"Heh heh heh... The people coming to collect you are here. You will die with ." i Yuqing's venomous voice ca from behind him.
Li Zecheng paid no attention. Instead, he picked up a fork, speared a piece of at, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.
He closed his eyes, his body swaying as he began to dance a tango.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!* Anxious knocking ca from the door. "Boss! The enemy is charging up the building! What do we do?"
Li Zecheng, with his eyes still closed, continued dancing. "Take so n and go stop them first. I'll be down in a mont."
After finishing the dance.
Li Zecheng straightened his suit and put on his glasses. "Actually, before crossing over, I was a newly unemployed dance instructor. That day, I was going to the training center to demand my back pay."
He pushed open the door. A cold wind rushed in. Standing in the corridor, he revealed a sinister smile. "After crossing over, the first thing I did was kill that boss who owed my wages. I have never regretted anything I've done. I only regret not becoming strong enough. In this world, no one can kill ! The only one who can kill is myself!"
As the words fell, Li Zecheng spread his arms wide.
From the forty-sixth floor, he leaped down.
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