325: Go forward in the direction where the flag is flying

In the center of the battlefield.

"Holy crap! Xiao Soul, quick, help me find it! Where the hell did I take my clothes off?!"

Ivan, who was originally in his element, had now completely turned into a great fool.

Looking around.

In the entire battlefield.

He was the only one.

Not to mention armor.

He wasn't even wearing any clothes.

The moment the extreme cold appeared, Ivan felt the embrace of his hometown.

However, in his country, even if it was cold, he wouldn't be standing outside shirtless like an idiot.

Not to mention, the current temperature was even lower than in Bear Country.

Plus, without the protection of armor.

The moment the acid rain dripped on Ivan, it almost instantly corroded his body, creating bleeding holes.

Before Ivan could even put on his armor, his head was corroded by the acid rain, and then the acid rain corroded into his brain.

Bang—!

Ivan's body instantly exploded into countless design blueprints.

After his body disappeared, Ivan suddenly appeared on a spot on the battlefield.

Almost the instant he revived, his feet were corroded and festered by the acid rain accumulated on the ground.

Not only that, the ordinary rainwater on the ground had already frozen into ice by the cold wind from the very beginning.

Ivan's festering feet almost instantly stuck to the ice surface.

"Suka blyat—!"

The heart-wrenching pain made Ivan unable to help but curse out loud.

Whoosh—!

Ivan gritted his teeth, activated his power propulsion device, and instantly ascended!

Rip—

Under the kinetic energy of the power propulsion device.

Ivan's soles, which were originally stuck to the ice surface, instantly separated.

Looking closely, one could even see the remnants of Ivan's sole flesh on the ice surface.

"Ah—! Suka blyat—!"

Long pain is worse than short pain.

Short pain is worse than no pain.

Ivan couldn't help but curse again.

What Ivan wanted to curse the most right now was not himself for getting hot-headed and discarding his armor.

But Xiao Soul, who made him get hot-headed along with him.

If it weren't for his passionate speech.

He wouldn't have gotten hot-headed and taken off his head armor and chest plate.

He felt that he wasn't like an elegant magician at all right now.

But the only clown on the battlefield.

Bang—!

Due to the power propulsion device flying upwards, Ivan's head came into contact with more acid rain.

Before he could even mentally curse Xiao Soul, his entire body exploded into countless dancing girls.

Next, Ivan almost revived only to die instantly, a cycle that repeated over and over.

On the other side, after Long Wu made his decision, he put his helmet back on his head.

The carbon fiber board he originally held had been put away.

Instead, in his hand, there was a rod-shaped object several meters long.

That long rod was wrapped in layers of bright red fabric.

As Long Wu lowered the red fabric, a crimson flag fluttered up in the biting cold wind.

"This is the last thing I can do..."

"Whether this battle can be won... will depend on luck..."

Looking at the flag fluttering in the wind, Long Wu murmured softly.

Immediately after, his eyes became unusually firm.

He activated the phonograph beside him.

"Attention all Xia Country Operatives!"

"Follow me and break through Hafke's eastern front!"

"Once we successfully break through, we will not only avoid the acid rain but also escape Hafke's encirclement!"

"Mere extreme cold is something that the predecessors of Xia Country have all experienced!"

"As their descendants! Even if there is a gap in equipment, we can still win with our will!"

"Next, is my final order!!"

"Everyone!"

"Towards the direction where the red flag flies!"

"Advance!!!"

Under the effect of the phonograph, Long Wu's voice echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

At the same time, he crushed the ruby he had already prepared in his hand.

Long Wu raised the flag with both hands and appeared at the very front of Hafke's eastern front.

The red flag, in the howling cold wind, was like a ray of dawn appearing in the desperate darkness.

Shining on the faces of all Xia Country Operatives.

Immediately after, everyone also noticed Ivan, who was constantly appearing abruptly in various parts of the battlefield.

At the same time, many Xia Country Operatives also saw it.

The tattoo on the back of the white-haired young man who was shirtless.

No one was curious why Ivan was shirtless.

No one scolded him for not wearing armor.

Because, when they saw those four majestic characters.

Nothing else mattered.

"Long live Xia Country!!!"

A Xia Country Operative raised the gun in his hand, ignoring the acid rain corroding his hand, and shouted with raised arms!

"Long live Xia Country!!!"

"Long live Xia Country—!!!"

One voice after another resounded.

Three seconds later, the entire battlefield was filled with deafening sounds.

The shouts of "Long live Xia Country" drowned out all the sounds of gunfire and artillery.

Long Wu held the flag high and charged with all his might towards the east.

Behind him followed all the Xia Country Operatives.

Demulan, who was watching the screen, saw this scene and an incredibly incredulous expression appeared on her face.

A battlefield needs command.

And not just one.

But a chain of command, level by level.

Hafke, relying on brain-machine interface technology, achieved comprehensive battlefield mobilization.

Only at this scale could everyone receive orders and coordinate actions in the first instance.

After all, the situation on the battlefield is always changing rapidly.

The delay between the transmission of an order and its execution also played a crucial role.

What Demulan couldn't understand was.

Why.

Without brain-machine interface technology.

Could they, with just a flag.

Make everyone, regardless of anything, launch an attack in the same direction?

Jacob, standing nearby, also showed shock in his eyes when he saw this scene.

In the usual world, they mostly faced a few geniuses.

For example, in Liu Yan's original world, it was entirely Liu Yan alone against Hafke.

And wars of such a large scale, with so many people, could be counted on one hand.

On the screen, Xia Country Operatives were shouting, "Long live Xia Country."

The biting cold, the corrosive acid rain.

At this moment, in their eyes, they were as nothing.

Their eyes only reflected the crimson flag continuously fluttering in the cold wind.

Under the desperate assault of everyone, Hafke's eastern front almost instantly collapsed.

Xia Country Operatives whose firearms were still usable rushed to the front.

If any of them died.

Xia Country Operatives whose firearms were damaged in the rear would immediately pick up their firearms.

Inheriting their will, they would continue to charge forward.

And Long Wu, at the very front of the team, was already covered in bullet holes.

But his figure remained tall and straight.

Even though his body was already battered beyond recognition.

The flag in his hand, however, still floated in the air, intact.

Before the charge, Long Wu had already made a wish.

A wish that seemed absurd and useless, but was extremely important to Xia Country.

May the flag of Xia Country fly forever.

Bang—

With the last step taken, Long Wu's shattered calf could no longer support his tall body.

His legs gave way, and he knelt on one knee.

Only by gripping the flagpole with both hands could he barely maintain himself, preventing himself from falling.

His vision gradually blurred, and in his ears, there was only the buzzing and the sound of gunfire.

Hiss—!

Feeling the healing gun firing at him from behind, Long Wu shouted with all his strength:

"Don't waste time!!!"

"Everyone!! Full attack!!! Full speed ahead!!!"

Just as Long Wu was about to fall, a cold hand supported him.

Immediately after, another pair of hands took over the flagpole from him.

Long Wu instinctively clenched the flagpole, and after realizing it was a Xia Country Operative, Long Wu's fingers slowly opened, allowing the other person to take the flag from his hand.

The Operative supporting Long Wu was about to carry Long Wu on his back and charge out of the line when.

He was met with Long Wu's struggle.

He looked at Long Wu with confusion.

The moment he looked into the depths of Long Wu's eyes.

This Xia Country Operative seemed to understand the thoughts in Long Wu's heart.

Facing Hafke's combat power, what Xia Country needed most now was morale and to awaken the fighting spirit in their bones.

If they already started to feel afraid, then the already disadvantaged situation would have even less chance of winning.

He slowly placed Long Wu on the ground, wiped away the tears seeping from his eyes, and then charged forward with determined eyes.

And the flag, which was originally in Long Wu's hand, was now held by another Xia Country Operative.

Whenever the flag bearer died, a successor would pick up the flagpole and continue to charge forward until their own death.

Lying on the ground, Long Wu watched through the slits of his eyes as blurred figures sped past him, one after another.

In his buzzing ears, the charge shouts belonging to Xia Country echoed.

"Advance towards the direction where the flag flies!"

"Long live Xia Country!"