This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 310: Achieving Fame through a Single Battle!

Chapter 310: Chapter 310: Achieving Fame through a Single Battle!

North of Qingstone County.

A remote wilderness far from the urban district saw a group of about a hundred people hurriedly making their way northward.

The mountain road to the north was exceptionally rugged, with terrain that rose and fell, and the path was littered everywhere with debris of rock and concrete, with only the remnants of a highway that could barely be recognized.

Barely two kilometers out of the county town, this pockmarked concrete remnant twisted away towards a mountain path.

The players did not follow the highway but moved in a straight line.

Since most of the trade routes through the River Valley Province ran from the Eastern Provinces to the Western Provinces, this mountain trail was hardly traveled, and the journey was flanked by lush vegetation with birds and beasts darting through the woods.

In the midst of heading towards their mission destination, the group encountered three multilegged beasts.

These writhing creatures, with tentacles thrashing about, were like chunks of flesh roughly stitched together, their slimy, rotting skin making them resemble mounds of sludge from a distance.

If they didn’t open their mouthful of sharp teeth, few would remember that these creatures could devour an entire double-headed cow.

To prevent gunfire from revealing their position, orders were given for all to disable their safeties. Upon the discovery of the two multilegged beasts, Bow and Arrow, under guidance, shot them down one by one with arrows.

The journey was delayed a bit, and by the time the Burning Corps and the Silver Corps arrived at their mission target, the sun was already high in the sky.

It was now one o’clock in the afternoon.

Over the gentle slope ahead, one could see the valley stretching between two hill slopes.

This was Pine Forest Pass.

It was said that in the early days of the Prosperity Epoch, this place had been a barren land.

Later, with the breakthrough in controllable nuclear fusion technology, the Human Alliance overcame the bottleneck in energy supply. With excess funds and nowhere to spend them, large-scale landscape transformation projects were approved to stimulate the economy and protect the environment, resulting in the growth of vast pine forests on this land.

But now, there were no traces of human habitation to be seen.

"...This is tough ground to dig through."

Prodding the ground with an engineer shovel, Silver Sword looked at the turf before him with an expression of vexation.

The location was good, but there were too many shrubs and bushes on the slope, and further down there was a large pine forest.

Digging trenches wasn’t as simple as just scraping out a couple of ditches; the depth and width had to be just right, and even the shape needed attention. Otherwise, the finished trench would become a target for the artillery, and those crouching inside could either be shredded by shrapnel or killed by the concussion wave.

Walking beside him, Night Ten couldn’t help but add,

"...Setting up defenses here will make transporting supplies difficult, and we’ve encountered more variants on the way here than at Far Creek Town."

"No matter how difficult it is, this is the best location. We have the terrain, and we have the visibility..."

Standing on the slope, Old White took a look around with binoculars, determined the starting and ending points of the trench to be dug, and then turned to Silver Sword, who was leading the team.

"Do your best to dig. Our people will help as well."

After speaking, Old White turned to Night Ten.

"I’m counting on you for reconnaissance."

Guessing that Old White would send him out to be the lookout, Night Ten conscientiously shouldered his sniper rifle.

"Ah, with my perception abilities, this is indeed the work I’m tasked with... Wild Wind, come with me for a bit; it’s too boring to sit in a hole alone."

"Okay."

Wild Wind nodded, without a word, he slung the drone backpack on, and followed Night Ten down the slope.

The task assignments were completed.

Huffing and puffing, the group started their laborious task.

This game was hard-core in that way; digging couldn’t be done by just holding down the left mouse button, but had to be done with each shovel.

Fortunately, in this game, the sense of fatigue was not as real as in life, and since everyone was a genetically-enhanced clone, no one felt tired.

Watching the defensive fortifications take shape bit by bit through collective effort was quite gratifying.

Especially considering that these trenches would help them take down quite a few more enemies, everyone dug with even more gusto.

The Silver Corps only had twenty people, and to speed up the construction progress, Old White lent them half of his men, while the rest were scattered around for defense.

Walking on the reverse slope of the gentle hill, Fang Chang was squatting on the ground, studying a map on his VM.

Seeing Fang Chang frowning deeply at the map for a long time, Old White went over and asked.

"How’s it going? Did you figure anything out?"

"Hmm, building the position here really does carry a great risk," Fang Chang said, rubbing his chin with his index finger, and casually picked up a branch from the ground to draw a sketch in the dirt.

"...Our current location is only 10 kilometers away from the north side of West State City, which just happens to be between West State City and Qingstone County. The Ya Clan could simply place a few 100mm cannons at home and easily hit us on the head."

The maximum range of the 100mm cannon is about 15 kilometers. Previously, the Army’s thousand-team had used the same model of cannons to bombard the Pioneer’s base - which is now Changjiu Farm.

Regarding the capabilities, range, and various parameters of that model of cannon, they knew too well.

"Do they have radios?" Mosquito, who came over to watch, touched his chin and asked curiously.

Indirect fire is different from direct fire; without frontline troops to help correct the fall of the shells, firing would be no different from not firing at all.

Fang Chang said.

"Radios are not exactly rare technology; the question is how many they have. They even have cannons, so they certainly can scratch together a radio station. Now we have a more serious issue on our hands. If their frontline troops call for artillery support... relying on just a few trenches is likely insufficient; we must use wood to reinforce these trenches, as well as dig tunnels and anti-cannon holes within them."

Old White, also aware of the issue, said seriously.

"I’ll arrange for two teams of ten to go chop wood immediately."

Fang Chang nodded and replied.

"Good, make it quick. Ten kilometers of mountain road... even if slow, it’s just an hour or two’s worth of time."

While they were speaking, Night Ten’s voice came through the communication channel.

"...A Looter squad is moving straight toward our position! The numbers are probably around two to three hundred... no, could well be around five to six hundred."

Five to six hundred people!

Old White’s expression tightened slightly.

"Any equipment? Do they have vehicles?"

Night Ten paused for a moment before replying.

"...No vehicles in sight, nor any sounds heard; they’re moving in a straight line, seemingly planning to cross through the forest! They’ll reach your position in a quarter of an hour at the latest."

Hearing that there were no vehicles, the people present breathed a sigh of relief. Old White tapped twice on his exoskeleton helmet and switched to the squad leader’s voice channel.

"All squads, pay attention. A group of Looters is approaching us, roughly the size of five hundred teams, expected to arrive within a quarter of an hour."

"I need you to immediately take your squad to the designated area on the map, we will confront them on this hillside!"

All squad leaders: "Received!"

At the same time as the order was issued, Old White opened the tactical map and placed the position of each squad along the contour lines.

Although they were using a map from 200 years ago and the landscape had somewhat changed since then, it wasn’t a big issue.

Those who could lead were all veteran players, and everyone had strong adaptability.

Almost a hundred players from the Burning Corps quickly divided into ten squads, and under the leadership of the squad leaders, they dispersed along a battle line nearly one kilometer wide.

As for Junk Lord, his tactics were as before; he took the lead to sneak into the pine forest ahead and concealed those bloodthirsty pupils and steel claws.

The excavation of the trenches halted for the time being.

The Silver Corps temporarily retreated from its position.

Watching those agile and orderly leaders, Silver Sword said enviously.

"Damn, are these guys all ex-military?"

Silver Hand’s expression was subtle.

"Do you think there’s any difference between them and those who are still serving?"

"Hisss... now that you mention it, you have a point. Feels like by playing this game, you end up learning just about everything."

Silver Daddy shook his head and quipped, "I’ve noticed that the traditional studio’s playstyle doesn’t quite cut it in this game; we need to change our approach too."

Upon hearing this, both Silver Hand and Silver Sword simultaneously rolled their eyes.

Isn’t this just stating the obvious?

Even backseat players knew this...

The leaders on the hill had already set up their defenses and stopped chatting.

Right then and there, Iron Teeth whizzing back in a hurry had no idea that his group’s movements had already been exposed under the scope of a certain scout.

He couldn’t care about that now.

After the intense barrage of gunfire earlier, there had been no more sounds from the south.

In this situation, either the enemy had run out of ammunition or they were preparing to charge.

Iron Teeth was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

Originally, in his plan, this 20-kilometer march should have been completed in two or three hours.

But they hadn’t marched far before the 500-man troop had stretched out like a string of sausage, starting and stopping so much that it took until one in the afternoon to cover only half the distance.

The remaining ten kilometers would probably take another one or two hours to cover.

Seeing these guys still dawdling, Iron Teeth couldn’t help but shout.

"Move your damn asses faster!"

"If any of you is holding back the rest, I swear I’ll personally lash him twenty times!"

That sentence had a bit of an effect.

But just a bit.

Those Looters following him didn’t recognize this new commander.

Before being assigned to the Lion Tooth’s command, they had their own groups and leaders.

Although this group appeared to be a team, they were more like a collection of big and small tribes gathered together. What united them was not discipline or belief, but personal prestige or, rather, strength.

Unless tamed like wild beasts, it was hard to expect any high degree of organization from them.

"Identify the enemy commander... should be the one with the loudest voice."

Lying on the roadside ruins on the side of the hill, Night Ten had already locked the shouting man in the crowd in his scope.

With too many obstacles in the pine forest and the distance too great for a guaranteed hit, he wouldn’t fire rashly.

"The target is marked."

Wild Wind, wearing headphones, had his eyes closed.

Through the neural interface device, his consciousness was connected to the quadrotor drone floating in the sky, looking down on the forest below through the camera.

A red square had been marked over Iron Teeth’s head.

The same marker appeared on the exoskeleton helmet visor of his teammates.

Oblivious to what was happening, Iron Teeth, in a hurry to reach their destination, led his men out of the pine forest.

It was just as they emerged from the forest that his heart suddenly contracted, sensing that something was amiss.

Something glittered on the haystack on the nearby hillside, catching his eye.

However, by the time he realized there was a problem, it was already too late.

A gunshot rang out from the hill behind him to the left, and the severe pain in his thigh caused him to lose balance and fall.

The Looters hadn’t even reacted when sudden bursts of gunfire sprung from the hillside ahead.

"Open fire!" Old White, lying on the hillside, was the first to pull the trigger, shouting loudly.

More than seventy automatic rifles and more than twenty light machine guns fired at once, their bullets whizzing through the air like dense raindrops!

The Looters, caught in the hail of bullets, were like tiny boats in a storm, tossed about by the orange-yellow trajectory of the bullets, falling dead or wounded in moments.

Taken completely by surprise, everyone had not expected an ambush here, let alone to decipher who the attackers were.

Wasn’t it Qingstone County up ahead?

Wasn’t that Lion Tooth Clan territory?

Why were they firing upon their own people?

They couldn’t figure out who had hit them, and they certainly couldn’t guess that it was the survivors from the north suburbs of Qingquan City.

After all, that place was too far, at least a hundred kilometers from here.

Moreover, even if there was a fight, it should have been they who were hitting the others, not the other way around.

"Cease fire! Damn it, cease fire! We are reinforcements sent by Lord Jin Ya! Fuck! These are friendly troops!"

"Fire! Fire!"

A Looter had just yelled when he was unable to return fire and took two bullets in the chest, collapsing silently to the ground.

The rest retreated while firing back, but they were getting hit and couldn’t even raise their heads.

"Don’t fight them head-on! Retreat back into the woods!"

"Ah! My arm!"

"Shit!"

Gunshots echoed through the valley.

The battle had turned into a one-sided slaughter.

The Looters at the base of the hill scrambled for the forest like their lives depended on it, with the occasional simpleton firing back at the hill only to be quickly turned into a sieve by the high-ground assault.

Less than thirty percent of the Looters made it into the forest.

But their nightmare was just beginning.

Unable to contain himself any longer, the Garbage King let out a bloodthirsty roar and his powerfully muscled legs suddenly propelled him toward the fleeing crowd like a cannonball.

"Die, wastes of space!"

Two steel claws flashed like lightning; a mere flick of the wrist, and a pair of heads dropped to the ground.

Those amber eyes staring at them sent the fleeing Looters’ souls nearly flying from their bodies.

Claws of Death?! And with steel welded to them?

It wasn’t just the claws that had steel welded on them; there were steel plates hanging on its chest, thighs, and head—steel guarded every vital area.

Overcoming the fear in his heart, a Looter aimed his PU-9 at the huge lizard, screaming as he pulled the trigger.

But after unloading a whole clip, he hadn’t done any damage; instead, the lizard caught up with him and split him and his gun in two with one swipe of its claw.

Another Looter brought out an Iron Fist Rocket Launcher, but just as he mounted it on his shoulder, his head exploded from a bullet that came from afar.

"Ah! Monster!"

"Help! Someone help me!"

"Get out of my way, don’t block my path!"

Screams filled the forest.

Unable to contain their fear any longer, the Looters, initially retreating together, lost all coordination and morale, dispersing frantically in a mad dash.

"Tch, not a single good fighter among them."

Flicking the blood off his claws, the Garbage King arrogantly glanced at the scattering Looters, howled, and chased after them, tail flicking behind.

Seeing that the timing was right, Old White, lying prone on the hilltop, made a fist gesture to the other squad leaders and then swung his arm vigorously forward.

"Charge, brothers!"

"Don’t let this vermin escape!"

...

A basin of cold water splashed on his face, and Iron Teeth slowly opened his blurry eyes.

The damp and cold air, mixed with the stench of the sewers, was unbearable.

The direct light made it impossible for him to lift his head; all he could do was stare at his thigh wrapped in bandages and his arm shackled to the chair armrest.

The environment was vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn’t remember where this was.

Then, a voice came from the front.

"Iron Teeth, direct descendant of the Ya Clan, Centurion under Lion Tooth."

Hearing someone say his name, Iron Teeth instinctively lifted his head.

Against the glaring white light, he saw an azure power armor.

He squinted slightly.

"...Who are you? No... who are you all?"

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"Didn’t you just come to us at the beginning of this year to forage, and you’ve forgotten after only 4 months?"

Iron Teeth paused.

The next second, a look of incredulous surprise spread across his face.

"You... you are the survivors from the north suburb of Qingquan City?"

How could the survivors from the north suburb of Qingquan City appear between West State City and Qing Shi County?

Could it be...

Iron Teeth finally recognized what this place was — it was precisely their slave dungeon.

The face revealed under the searchlight gradually grew a trace of fear.

It seemed he finally realized his current predicament.

Chu Guang did not plan to waste words explaining anything to a mere underling, nor did he bother to scare him with threats.

Gazing at the face full of fear before him, Chu Guang succinctly said,

"Who we are is none of your business; I ask you a question, you give me an answer."

"Of course, I will ask others the same question."

"If you don’t want to die, you’d better tell me the truth."

...

North of the Dawn City.

Fifty trucks slowly stopped at the northwest side of the Changjiu Farm; a group of ragged people descended from the vehicles and, under the escort of the guards, timidly walked towards the tents not far away.

Several tables were placed at the entrance of the tents, with medical staff in protective suits sitting behind them, and a large pot was supported in the middle.

Smellling the tantalizing aroma coming from the pot, not only the survivors were enticed, but even the guards who had come down from the trucks couldn’t help swallowing their saliva.

Watching the approaching guards, contemplating they had likely not eaten, the cook weighed the spoon in the pot and said with a smile,

"Guys, want a bowl? I just had one, and it was delicious!"

While it was only barley porridge meant for relief aid, the bottom of the pot generally had some fat scraps to render oil, making it rather fragrant after stewing for a long time.

Lu Bei shook his head.

"No, I’ll just have some dry food on the road later. Are there any cakes here?"

"There are cakes, but the taste of those barley cakes..."

"That’s fine, give me one."

Although Lu Bei was also very hungry, he had not forgotten the task the Manager had entrusted to him.

Taking the cake wrapped in paper from the cook, Lu Bei walked past the open space with the large pot, towards the front of the tent.

Old Luka was standing there waiting for him.

Saluting, Lu Bei handed over the list he was holding.

"This is the list of survivors... a total of 671 people, only eighty percent of whom know their names, and less than half remember where they came from."

Taking the list from the hands of the young man before him, Old Luka glanced over it and nodded.

"The rest you can leave to me; go protect the Manager."

Hearing Old Luka’s words, Lu Bei’s expression grew slightly embarrassed.

Protecting the Manager, sure.

The scene of detonating a hand grenade in the dungeon left a profound impression on him,

so much so that he couldn’t help but wonder if the Guards were actually the Manager’s personal escort, or if that was just what they believed...

The survivors rescued from Qing Shi County were temporarily managed by the logistics department, and while Heya and the medical staff led the measurement of temperatures and health checks for these people, the residents of North Street also witnessed the scene.

Onlookers discussed fervently amongst themselves, engaging in conversations with those around them.

"Why has the truck that left this morning returned already?"

"And who are these people getting off the truck? Where did they come from?"

"Their attire looks a bit like slaves..."

"Slaves?! From the Chewing Bone Tribe?! Have our people taken over West State City?"

"That’s impossible!"

"It must be Qingstone County... I remember there was a thousand team stationed there, it’s likely they’ve taken down Qingstone County!"

Compared to the conquest of West State City, the capture of Qingstone County seemed slightly more believable to the people.

Yet even so, their faces still showed surprise— even disbelief.

Old Hooke, who ran the inn, had an expression full of astonishment as well.

That was a force of a thousand!

There was no heavy snow to assist them this time, and it was even enemy territory they were fighting in.

In just one morning, the soldiers of the New Alliance not only crushed the well-prepared Lion Tooth Tribe on the front lines but even dragged the spoils of war back from the front...

Even though he knew that the men in blue jackets had strong combat power, he was still shocked by their speed.

Not just the local residents, but Sun Shiqi, the merchant who came from outside, felt the same way.

When those dozen trucks returned, he was haggling with a tradesman at the trade station, and upon hearing the commotion outside, many in the queue went out to see what the fuss was about.

Sun Shiqi also craned his neck to peer outside, and after realizing what had happened, a trace of surprise crossed his face.

"Is the battle over already?"

But it seemed that what the trucks had brought back were not soldiers, but a group of people of unknown identity.

They appeared to be liberated slaves.

Standing behind the counter, Frost River spoke with a smile and a pleasant voice.

"Our Manager has said that he will not cease the war with the Looters unless those pests disappear from the map."

Disappear from the map?

Which map?

The United Human’s map or the New Alliance’s map?

Sun Shiqi was skeptical in his heart, but he didn’t say much.

He was here for business, not to create trouble.

"Is that so? My respects to him, truly a great ideal. To witness the birth of such a leader, endowed with both virtue and capability, is an honor in my life. To be honest, I hate those Looters as much as you do; those people never play by the rules... Speaking of which, can we get a cheaper price on bullets? I’m planning to buy more to fight those accursed Looters."

Frost River retained a beaming expression.

"Oh no, this is already the biggest discount."

Seeing that his forced flattery didn’t get him anywhere, Sun Shiqi reluctantly pulled out his bank card.

"Alright... charge it."

...

Red River Town.

The headquarters of the Horseshoe Iron Commerce Association, the chairman’s office.

Looking at the telegraph report sent from the north of Dawn City, Sim’s face was filled with disbelief.

Just this morning he had received a telegraph reporting that the New Alliance had declared war on the Ya Clan.

Yet, by the afternoon, trucks laden with spoils of war had returned from the front line?

Was there a problem with the telegraph, or his own eyes?

Sim couldn’t quite tell for a moment.

"The Alliance Army has presumably taken down Qingstone County, the Centurion of the Lion Tooth Clan was captured, and is being escorted by the Manager’s Guards to the Dawn City Prison, the trial is set to commence soon..."

It was too fast!

Laying the telegraph on the desk, Sim, who paced to the window and pinched the bridge of his nose, was deep in thought.

War broke out as he had expected, yet the pace of its progress exceeded his imagination.

It was of course a good thing that their neighbors gave the Chewing Bone Tribe a sound thrashing.

With Red River Town also at war with the Chewing Bone Tribe, any advantage the New Alliance gained against the Ya Clan tightened the Snake Tribe’s sphincter in Tianshui City.

And the Horseshoe Iron Business Group could seize the opportunity to make a fortune from the war.

However, what Sim hadn’t expected was that their neighbors would be so unreasonably strong; Lion Tooth, who had fought all the way from the central part of He Gu Province to the South, hadn’t even held out for a day against their assault...

"...To annihilate a thousand team in half a day, especially during a siege battle."

Gazing out the window at the continuous stream of merchants and travelers on the street, Sim fell into deep thought.

Perhaps.

He needed to reassess the strength of this powerful neighbor...

...

It wasn’t only Sim reassessing the strength of this formidable neighbor.

When Dennis’s "old friend" heard the news that the New Alliance had taken over Qingstone County in less than half a day, he had silently ended the "alliance" with the Horseshoe Iron Business Group in his heart.

On the other side, the council of Garbage City urgently convened a meeting to discuss whether to establish diplomatic relations with this suddenly emerging formidable neighbor and what Giant Stone City’s attitude towards this event might be.

As for Giant Stone City?

There seemed to be no reaction.

Whether it was the Chewing Bone Tribe or the New Alliance rising in the "North Suburb", the city lord living inside the massive wall didn’t seem to care much.

Perhaps there were more important matters for them to attend to...

However, while the upper echelons of Giant Stone City might be indifferent to the New Alliance and the Chewing Bone Tribe, that didn’t stop the rumors among the common people in the markets.

People were amazed by this epic victory, and couldn’t help but be curious about this young, rising power.

Undoubtedly, this textbook victory had thoroughly established the New Alliance’s reputation...

At the same time, in the four new areas of West State City.

After listening to his subordinate’s report, Skull Breaker·Golden Tooth initially thought he had heard wrong.

Not until he had his subordinate repeat the account did his face, dark and turning greenish, slowly grow grim.

"Worthless!"

"A thousand men, hiding in the county town, with fortifications built over four months, and they couldn’t even hold out for a morning!"

His fist heavily struck the armrest of his chair, causing the flames in another basin to shake violently.

The hall was terrifyingly silent.

No one spoke.

The apostle from the Torch Church, clad in an exoskeleton, was simply too lazy to comment, while the wary centurions didn’t dare breathe aloud, fearing the leader’s wrath.

Golden Tooth clenched his teeth tightly, feeling as if his heart were bleeding.

A whole thousand team!

The leading Lion Tooth was even his direct subordinate.

Now, not only had Qingstone County been lost, but the five hundred reinforcements he’d sent there had been wasted along with it.

Even if he didn’t lament the loss of those lives, he still grieved over the lost equipment.

"...I swear, I’m going to crush the skulls of these Blue Ground Squirrels, skin them for my sofa, and turn their bones into a toilet!"

His roaring voice echoed through the hall.

After the chief was done venting, the adjutant Dylon, standing to one side, lightly coughed.

Although he was curious about what a toilet made from bones might look like, it was clearly not the time to discuss that.

"...Qingstone County is only 20 kilometers away from us, the Blue Jackets from the North Suburb have already pushed the front line right under our noses, and it took them less than half a day."

"No matter how they did it, their strength has already exceeded our expectations... It’s definitely not something one or two aircraft could accomplish. They must have at least ten or even dozens of planes, and they would also need to have at least one motorized centurion and more than twenty pieces of artillery, to possibly take over Qingstone County in such a short time."

To be honest, even that would be difficult.

Dylon didn’t know Lion Tooth, but Bernie, who stood beside Lion Tooth, used to be an officer under his command.

He was well aware of that person’s strength,

especially his ability to construct fortifications.

With Bernie’s level of skill, he should be able to hold out against a hastily assembled motorized unit.

Even without air supremacy, holding their ground for ten days to half a month should be no problem.

Unless...

Someone had completely figured out their positions.

This thought made Dylon’s gaze flicker slightly, and a hint of alertness sprang up in his heart.

The biggest variables were those relics of the old civilization scattered across the Wasteland.

And as the direct offspring of the old civilization, the shelters were undoubtedly the most likely to experience sudden changes.

If the enemy possessed some sort of reconnaissance technology left over from the Human Alliance Era, this war would be difficult to fight...

Gold Tooth looked at his staff officer.

"Do you have any good suggestions?"

Dylon pondered for a moment and then said,

"My suggestion is to concentrate our forces and support firepower, and launch a high-density, high-intensity offensive against them while they have yet to establish a firm foothold in Qingstone County!"

"They’ve already developed complete industrial capabilities, and if this war turns into a war of attrition, the situation will likely turn unfavorable for us."

Wu Lun, who had been silent all along, suddenly interjected.

"My thoughts are the same as the former Army officer here. To be honest, it’s not that I’m eager to recover the Black Box; rather, I worry about whether you’ll be able to win if this drags on."

There was a hint of sarcasm in that voice,

or perhaps blame.

After all, he had been urging these people to send troops a month and a half ago.

But these people procrastinated time and again, and now that even their front teeth had been smashed, they finally realized they could throw a punch.

However, telling the harsh truth always breeds resentment.

The moment Wu Lun’s words ended, a number of unfriendly gazes immediately turned his way.

Gold Tooth’s expression turned somewhat gloomy too.

But this man was a distinguished guest of the Torch Church, not one of his subordinates, so he couldn’t say much.

The Chewing Bone Tribe needed the spiritual interference equipment provided by the Torch Church, and the rampaging Variants on the battlefield were their trump card; he had even used those pieces of equipment to form a special unit.

Anyone else who said that would have been chopped by him by now, but he couldn’t touch this man, nor did he have the right to.

"There’s no need for so many brothers."

Bear Tooth, a man of imposing stature, stepped forward, his face full of disdain.

With a respectful fist and cupped hands, he looked at Gold Tooth sitting on the chair and said in a deep voice,

"I am willing to relieve the leader of his worries. Just give me ten days, and I will present the heads of those Ground Squirrels to you!"

At that, Wu Lun couldn’t help but laugh.

"You’re just sending your men to their deaths."

Enraged by the laughter, Bear Tooth turned towards him, narrowing his ferocious eyes dangerously.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean nothing," Wu Lun said, facing the menacing look with indifference, and continued calmly, "Never mind Qingstone County, if you can even remove the thorn stuck in your front teeth at Songlin Gully, I’ll take my hat off to you."

Bear Tooth was provoked to laughter and was about to speak harsh words, but the leader sitting in the chair interrupted him.

"Enough, shut the fuck up!"

Irritated, Gold Tooth slapped the armrest of the chair and, after pondering for a moment with his finger pressed against his forehead, waved his finger forward.

"... I’ll give you ten days to take down that whatever Songlin Gully and, while you’re at it, capture some of those Blue Jackets."

Seeing his chance to perform, Bear Tooth was elated and nodded obediently.

"As you command, leader!"

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