74: Chapter 74 The Red Great Wall!

The retaliation operation officially begins!

The 2,100-kilometer section.

A fierce wind whipped up yellow sand across the sky, yet it couldn't dispel the suffocating aura of death hanging over the highway.

One modified combat vehicle after another, painted in striking red, lined up end-to-end.

On this wide, endless highway, they had forcibly built a continuous Great Wall of red steel!

Every vehicle attempting to pass through this intersection was firmly blocked.

Lin Zihao sat in a heavy command vehicle at the rear, using his supreme guild management authority to @everyone in the channel.

"@Everyone!"

"From today onwards, all guild members must travel in groups!"

"Between every thousand-man team, maintain mutual support—the distance must never exceed fifty kilometers!"

As soon as the message was sent...

The guild channel, which had been somewhat quiet, was instantly flooded by uniform replies.

"Understood!"

"Understood!"

"First Battalion, understood!"

"Ninth Battalion, understood! My blade is already thirsty!"

"Understood!"

After the news spread, the massive army of the Red Wolf Guild began to assemble at the 2,100-kilometer section in an orderly fashion.

Not only that.

The white-named players from District C-72 who hadn't joined the Red Wolf Guild yet due to slot limits...

...also consciously started their combat vehicles at this moment.

Like streams merging into the sea, they followed closely behind the Red Wolf Guild's convoy, spontaneously converging toward the assembly point.

Looking around, the bunkers along both sides of the highway and the high points of the ruins were packed with hidden soldiers.

At that moment, a suggestion popped up in the guild channel.

"Vice President, since we've blocked the road anyway, why don't we do something big!"

"Red-named or white-named, it doesn't matter. Let's rob everyone passing from other districts and collect a toll!"

This troublemaking suggestion immediately drew agreement from many radical players.

But in the next second, Lin Zihao mercilessly vetoed the proposal on the spot.

"Nonsense!"

Inside the command vehicle, Lin Zihao sneered as he watched the comments in the channel.

This was a strict rule he and Lu Yuan had set before the operation.

Now that the districts had merged, players from a full twenty districts were squeezed together.

Among them, the red-named thugs were only a minority; the vast majority were still ordinary white-named players struggling to survive.

If they pushed the white-named players from the other nineteen districts to a dead end in the name of revenge...

If over a million people fought to the death, it would be an absolute disaster.

This was not the outcome Lu Yuan wanted to see.

In Lu Yuan's words...

Those million-plus white-named players from other districts might look like outsiders now.

But as long as the allure of the guild shop remains, all these white-named players will be the freshest leeks for the Red Wolf Guild!

Kill the leeks?

Wouldn't that be like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs!

"Pass on the Boss's orders!"

"Kill only red-names! Target only the people from the Wolf Hunter Alliance!"

"If you encounter white-named players from other districts, let them all through. Anyone who dares to use this as an excuse to rob civilians will be kicked out of the guild and treated as an enemy!"

With the iron rule established, no one in the guild channel dared to object anymore.

Once all one hundred thousand members of the Red Wolf Guild had finished assembling...

At Lin Zihao's command, the army set off with a roar!

One hundred thousand red-painted combat vehicles started simultaneously; the roar of the engines combined to even scatter the clouds in the sky.

The red combat vehicles sped along the highway.

Looking down from above, it wasn't a convoy at all.

It was a crimson tide capable of swallowing everything, sweeping forward majestically!

...

Meanwhile.

The 2,400-kilometer section.

Ten kilometers away from the main road, there was a hidden ruin of the Crimson Nursing Home.

This place was originally a dangerous monster stronghold, but it had now been forcibly cleared by the main forces of the Wolf Hunter Alliance.

Heavy-duty off-road vehicles were parked around the perimeter of the nursing home.

And in the dark meeting room in the basement of the nursing home...

The high-level members of the Wolf Hunter Alliance, who had fled miserably from the encirclement at Broken Stone Canyon, were all gathered together.

Everyone bore the charred marks of gunpowder, and the atmosphere in the meeting room was suffocatingly oppressive.

"We can't fight... we simply can't fight!"

A bald leader slammed his hand on the table, his voice filled with deep fear, his hand shaking even as he held his water cup.

"You didn't see that tank's firepower! One shot blasts out a black hole!"

"My men fired anti-tank rockets at it, and they didn't even break a single one of its treads!"

"How the hell are we supposed to fight that?"

Another leader clawed at his hair in frustration, his face pale.

"Crocodile's side is finished too!"

"I just checked the team panel. Crocodile was retreating in the opposite direction with over a hundred vehicles, but his avatar just went black! It looks like Red Wolf caught up with them!"

The people below immediately burst into a noisy argument, and panic spread like wildfire.

"The Red Wolf Tank is too strong! High damage, and we can't even pierce its defense!"

"Even if tens of thousands of us charge, it's just suicide!"

"Maybe... we should send someone to apologize? Pay some extra resources?"

"Bullshit! You killed hundreds of their people, and now you want to apologize? Do you think Red Wolf will let you off?"

"Then what? We can't just wait here to die! Why don't we run for it? Run toward the 3,000-kilometer section!"

"We can't run! What about all these resources? No matter how strong Red Wolf is, he only has one vehicle!"

The shouting grew louder and louder, making the meeting room resemble a chaotic market.

"Shut the hell up, everyone!"

At the head of the table, the founder of the Wolf Hunter Alliance, a man codenamed "Blood Raven," violently smashed the wine glass in his hand.

The harsh sound of shattering glass instantly silenced the meeting room.

Blood Raven stood up, his sinister, triangular eyes scanning the crowd with a chilling ruthlessness.

"Run? Our main force is here. Can you outrun that heavy tank?"

He sneered, leaning his hands on the table like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

"You've all been scared witless by Red Wolf's firepower!"

"He is indeed at the ceiling of combat power... none of us can break his defense."

"But no matter how strong he is, he's still just one person! One vehicle!"

Blood Raven suddenly pointed at the holographic map on the table and let out a cruel sneer.

"The battle at Broken Stone Canyon... also indirectly proved that District 72 is just a bunch of useless trash!"

"Without Red Wolf, they are nothing!"

"So everyone, we should change our approach. Disperse and defeat them one by one!"

"Even if Red Wolf had wings, could he save over a hundred thousand people scattered across hundreds of kilometers at once?!"

Hearing this, the leaders present were all stunned, and a glimmer of hope seemed to appear in their desperate eyes.

That's right!

Red Wolf only has one vehicle!

He can't be in two places at once!

A mad killing intent flickered in Blood Raven's eyes.

"From now on, we won't fight concentrated positional battles."

"Everyone disperse! Break into smaller units!"

"Isn't Red Wolf protective of his own? Then we'll fight a guerrilla war!"

"Five vehicles per squad, spread out into the wilderness like a net. Specifically target and kill those lone white-named civilians!"

Blood Raven slammed his fist onto a coordinate on the map, his sinister laughter echoing through the meeting room.

"For the brothers going out for guerrilla warfare, if you're unlucky and die, consider it bad luck!"

"But as long as you survive, all the resources and blueprints you pillage—I won't take a single cent. They're all yours!"

"We'll wear them down!"

"Let's see if Red Wolf is faster at putting out fires everywhere, or if our brothers are faster at killing!"

The fear in the leaders' eyes was instantly replaced by greed and brutality.

They seemed to already see the wonderful scenes of lone civilians kneeling and begging for mercy while their resources were plundered.

Everyone rushed out of the meeting room in high spirits, calling their subordinates to disperse and strike.

However...

...these thugs, blinded by greed, had no idea.

What awaited them on the highway ahead was not some lone, shivering fat sheep.

But a swarm of... crimson locusts, driven into a total frenzy for contribution points!