Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1322 - 1315: Encountering a Formidable Enemy

Chapter 1322: Chapter 1315: Encountering a Formidable Enemy

"What do you all think?" Hearing Luo’er’s words, Linglan couldn’t help but nod, turning her head to look at the other leaders and asking.

"Hmph, that’s none of my business. It’s you, the South West Outer Heaven, who are absorbing the people of Kyushu, not us in the North West Outer Heaven." Tuya crossed her arms, indifferent with an attitude that suggested this had nothing to do with her.

"Leader Tuya, we had already set three rules before," said Linglan with a serious expression, "now we are only mentioning Abisien, without distinguishing between the South and North West Outer Heaven. Does what you’re doing even make sense?"

"Well, that’s simple. Let’s leave it to this foreigner to decide, heh heh. I really want to see, following their methods, just how far you can go." Tuya spread her hands and shrugged.

"I support Captain Luo’er’s proposal. What do you all think?" Linglan looked around at the group and asked.

"I support it too!" Zisu immediately replied without any hesitation.

"Leader Zisu, you are the leader of the Maoyou Clan, you should be considering the Maoyou Clan in everything you do, not just for the beauty before your eyes, right?" Tuya spoke in a mocking tone.

"How do you know I’m not considering the Maoyou Clan?" Zisu asked back fearlessly.

"Hmph!" Tuya had no response and turned her head away.

"We need to think carefully about bringing the Kyushu people here," Bai Po said with some concern, "Leader Linglan, if the Kyushu people outnumber the people of the Demon Clan, then it will be uncertain who calls the shots in West Outer Heaven."

"Don’t worry, Leader Bai Po," Linglan waved her hand dismissively, "our society is matriarchal, even if all the men are brought in, we can ensure that the power remains in our hands."

"It seems then that we have reached a consensus," Linglan looked around at everyone and spoke, "let’s proceed with this plan, Captain Luo’er."

"Understood!" Luo’er nodded slightly.

"I’m sorry that so many things have to be handled by you, a foreigner," Linglan said apologetically.

"Please, Leader Linglan," Luo’er replied respectfully, "we are actually doing this for ourselves as well."

Having gained the approval of the Demon Clan leaders, Luo’er officially began to adjust the propaganda, distinguishing the Kyushu people from the Dongsheng Empire, ensuring as much as possible not to harm civilians indiscriminately in warfare, and to integrate them as a workforce into the construction of West Outer Heaven.

In fact, Luo’er’s ideas were bolder; if necessary, he even hoped that the Demon Clan could conscript soldiers from these Kyushu people to combat the invasion of the Dongsheng Empire, to make up for the shortfall in military personnel.

But while the ideal was lush, reality was stark. Perhaps due to the extreme loathing for the Dongsheng Empire, there was significant resistance to the change in direction, and the inhabitants of the city took to the streets to oppose such propaganda slogans, seeing the Kyushu people as citizens of the Dongsheng Empire, their enemy.

Although Luo’er seemed somewhat overwhelmed at first, he quickly stabilized the situation. He knew that an immediate transformation was unrealistic and had to proceed step by step. So he canceled all the previously distributed flyers and posters and started designing new slogans and posters.

The Demon Clan’s military foundation was not weak, possessing a complete modern combat system, and the adoption of fire guns which had continued for over half a century had become a part of military culture. Therefore, the resistance faced in modernizing them further was much less significant.

If the reform had started from an army equipped with cold weapons, that would have indeed been very troublesome. At the very least, they wouldn’t have been able to complete the foundational reforms within a month; such a process would take at least four or five years.

Elsewhere, the harassing fights continued for half a month. In these fifteen days, the Demon Clan’s military launched frequent attacks, with the loss and casualties of the Dongsheng military increasing daily. By the fifteenth day, there were over a hundred generals who had fallen, with over two thousand Dongsheng soldiers wounded or killed. Such results were enough to deal a heavy blow to the Dongsheng forces.

Facing the burning village, Cheng Ziang planted his long sword into the ground and let out a deep sigh of relief. Perhaps it was the military orders from the rear that made a difference, but lately, the Demon Clan armies had lessened their indiscriminate killings, opting instead to capture prisoners and arrange for their transport to the rear for labor.

"Luo’er really knows what he’s doing; it wasn’t long after he wrote a letter back, that he sorted everything out," Cheng Ziang said, unable to help himself as he looked at Tangmo, who was wiping her magic wand.

"Do you still doubt Luo’er’s capabilities?" Tangmo kept her head down, cleaning her magic wand with a rag torn from a corpse.

"It must involve some kind of deal," Cheng Ziang grinned, narrowing his eyes.

Tangmo didn’t speak but glared at him fiercely, then threw the rag in her hand at him.

"Hey, I was just guessing, just joking, don’t you know your own Luo’er?" Cheng Ziang dodged the torn cloth with a quick sidestep and said with a smile.

Tangmo took a deep breath, then looked around and asked, "Should we be about done here, can we consider retreating now?"

"That’s hard to say, after all, this army isn’t under our control," Cheng Ziang said with a shrug.

"We could write a letter to Luo’er," suggested Tangmo.

"Do you really think Luo’er is the leader of the Demon Clan?" Cheng Ziang said helplessly.

"I miss him..." Tangmo sighed and muttered with his head lowered.

"I knew it..." Cheng Ziang shook his head and let out a wry smile.

Before long, a soldier from the Beast-Ear Race came running over in haste, and upon seeing the two of them, said excitedly, "Please pack up, honorable guests, we are about to set off immediately."

"Set off, to where, are we going to continue fighting?" Cheng Ziang asked, confused.

"Here’s the situation. One of our squads has encountered an enemy patrol team and is calling for support from other squads. We are the closest and most likely to be able to provide assistance," explained the Beast-Ear Race soldier.

"Which squad?" Upon hearing this, both of their expressions changed dramatically, and after exchanging a glance, Cheng Ziang urgently asked.

"Over there, that squad!" The Beast-Ear Race soldier pointed in a rough direction.

"That’s..." Cheng Ziang hesitated.

"That’s Feng’s squad!" Tangmo couldn’t help but exclaim in alarm.

"Damn!" Cheng Ziang cursed, then shouted at the soldier, "Bring our horses, we’re going right away!"

"Yes, yes, honorable guests, the horses are ready," said the Beast-Ear Race soldier.

Hearing that Feng was in trouble, Tangmo was even more anxious than Cheng Ziang, tripping over himself as he walked. Seeing her like this, Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but comfort her, "Don’t worry, with Feng’s abilities, she should be able to hold on for a while."

"Hold on? The patrol teams are led by generals!" Tangmo snapped back irritably.

Putting aside their disagreement, the two quickly mounted the prepared horses and immediately followed the Demon Clan vanguard galloping to the rescue.

Feng’s squad was about ten kilometers away from Cheng Ziang and his group. Since this area was mostly plains and hills, they were able to ride at a fast pace and arrived at the scene in just over ten minutes.

Upon arrival, they were greeted with a harrowing sight. The Demon Clan’s raiding squad had suffered heavy losses; most of the Ten-People Formation had fallen, with only a few stubbornly holding on, fending off the attacks from the Dongsheng Empire’s soldiers at the stronghold.

The cause of all this was a patrol team of more than fifty generals, who were now engaged in fierce combat with the Demon Clan vanguard and Feng. However, it was clear to any onlooker that the Demon Clan vanguard and Feng were at a distinct disadvantage.

"Sister Moumou, use your magic to support them!" Cheng Ziang immediately shouted to Tangmo beside him.

"I know." Tangmo nodded, then drew her Magic Wand and dismounted, running toward the battlefield.

Cheng Ziang also dismounted, but instead of immediately attacking, he began assembling attachments for the Origin Submachine Gun.

At this moment, the vanguard of the Demon Clan had already initiated their attack, charging toward the generals. Suppressing his panic, Cheng Ziang focused on adjusting the Origin Submachine Gun.

After some difficulty attaching the rifle component and inserting the cooling component, his Origin Submachine Gun was finally assembled. He took a deep breath, spat forcefully, took aim with the Origin Submachine Gun at the Dongsheng soldiers besieging the Ten-People Formation, and without any hesitation, squeezed the trigger.