203: Chapter 208 The Massacre Begins, Jungle Warfare

"Didn't you say everything was handled? What the Hell is going on?" The Lord of Yuenan's eyes widened.

"I don't know. I'm taking some men to check it out!" The field captain swung his rifle to his chest and plunged into the jungle.

The General of Yuenan felt a vague sense of unease. Have the Dragon troops arrived?

Normally, there should still be a few hours left. How could this be possible?

"You two, carry him away. Get the prisoners up and head toward the convoy!"

The General of Yuenan shouted at a few soldiers, ordering them to carry the Lord of Pakistan back to the convoy.

With a thousand field troops blocking the front, they would be able to evacuate in time even if something went wrong.

Ah— Hiss— Ah— Screams mixed with the heavy thud of boots on the ground echoed through the jungle.

The captain of the Vietnam field unit leaped into a trench and found the signalman beside him.

"What's the situation! What's the situation right now!"

"I don't know, I don't know!" The signalman clutched the walkie-talkie; apart from static, nothing but screams could be heard from it.

How is this possible! The field captain's expression was one of shock.

Even if the Vietnam soldiers couldn't match the firepower, it was impossible for them to be beaten like this given their concealment skills in the jungle!

This is the jungle, the Domain of their Vietnam warriors!

If they were defeated in the jungle, it would be the greatest insult to them!!

"Assemble the remaining troops! Follow me!" the field captain roared.

He put on his camouflage cap, smeared some mud on his face, and led two assault platoons toward the front line.

As they pushed deeper, the screams and stomping sounds ahead became clearer.

Their troops were being subjected to a one-sided massacre!

He wanted revenge; he wanted to slaughter these damn intruders!

"Charge! Kill them all..."

Hiss— Just as he shouted in anger, a mechanical horse leaped out from the jungle ahead.

Its iron hooves stomped deep pits into the ground, and billowing steam erupted from its nostrils.

Sitting atop the warhorse was a soldier clad in silver-white armor, holding a silver firearm.

Wearing a face mask, his expression was unreadable, save for the blue light on the barrel of the large gun in his hand, which grew brighter.

What... is this?

The field captain shuddered, stunned in place, the second half of his roar stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.

Hum— The light of that large gun surged to its peak, and the next moment, countless silver-white arrows shot from the muzzle toward them.

Bang, bang, bang— The moment the arrows hit the soldiers, they exploded, causing their entire bodies to burst from the inside, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere.

In that very instant of encounter, before they could even fire a shot.

Half of the nearly 50-man unit he was leading had been blown into chunks of meat.

In the crimson rain of blood and debris, the soldier continued to charge forward.

In that moment, the hot blood of a warrior overwhelmed the shock and fear in his heart.

The tragic deaths of his comrades transformed into the courage for him to face death heroically.

"Come on! Go to Hell, go to Hell!!"

He moved toward a large boulder on the flank while aiming his K50M submachine gun and firing at the soldier.

Flames erupted from the muzzle, and 7.62mm pistol bullets whistled out, only to produce a series of crisp clinking sounds as they struck the soldier's armor.

It... it was completely useless?

The field captain was stunned instantly, the hot blood that had just surged up cooling by half.

Am I going to die? Am I going to sacrifice my life for the country?

Hiss— Just as he prepared to face death, he saw the soldier ride past him quickly on the horse.

The light on the barrel of the large gun in his hand had returned to zero and was recharging, so he leaped over them without even turning his head.

No turning back to finish them off, no cheers of victory, not even a glance at the bullets they fired.

He completely ignored them, as if he didn't consider them opponents at all!

Shooting his comrades beside him seemed like nothing more than a pastime, like killing a few chickens on the way!

The enemy was galloping on their territory, slaughtering their comrades like chickens, yet they could do nothing, unable to even penetrate the iron armor of those soldiers!

The captain of the Vietnam field unit slid down against the boulder to the ground, a strong sense of humiliation washing over him instantly.

Was he not even worth turning back to finish off? Was he not even given the chance to die heroically!

This was the greatest insult to a warrior!

Hiss, hiss, hiss— Suddenly, another sound of iron hooves stomping and steam erupting rang out.

The captain of the Vietnam field unit shuddered, his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.

No way, no way!

Hum, hum, hum— The death-like humming of electric current rang out, and countless explosive arrows shot from behind once again.

The field captain watched as his teammates, who were hiding behind big trees, crouching in the jungle, or lying in the mud, were hit by the arrows one by one and then exploded.

The remaining half of his teammates were all killed within seconds; those soldiers' bullets ignored any cover and could precisely find their hidden locations!

This... how... is it possible...

Hiss, hiss, hiss— Three soldiers riding horses leaped past the large boulder where he was hiding again.

Did... did they not see me?

A desire for life appeared on the field captain's face.

Hum— An arrow pierced through the boulder, penetrated his chest, and stuck into an old tree in the distance.

He opened his mouth wide, his body convulsing, his hands desperately clutching the blood gushing from his chest.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the first wave of enemy troops has been completely wiped out. Proceeding with deep-penetration operations."

"Yes, understood!"

Thump, thump, thump— The field captain convulsed and collapsed to the ground, watching the last soldier disappear without looking back.

Pakistan's official live stream channel.

The people of Pakistan were enraged by the brutal combat methods of the Vietnam soldiers.

They didn't kill the enemy swiftly; instead, they gradually eroded their spirits, broke them down, and then cruelly murdered them!

This wasn't combat; this was abuse of Pakistan soldiers!

Seeing the Lord of Pakistan shoot his own guard and then get captured alive, the people of Pakistan were completely furious.

"Damn people, go to Hell!"

"The Heavenly God will not forgive them!!"

"They are not human, they are animals, they are animals!!"

"I pray to the Almighty Lord to save Pakistan and let the murderers be severely punished!"

"God, save them, save these poor children!"

While the people of Pakistan prayed in agony, the Vietnam soldiers on the screen, who had been enjoying the slaughter, suddenly became alert.

Screams could be heard faintly from the distance, and the Vietnam troops were re-engaging in battle.

The General of Yuenan began to retreat with the Lord of Pakistan and a group of prisoners.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"They seem to look very nervous!"

"Has someone come to save us? Has the Heavenly God truly descended!!"

Ah— Ah— The screams in the live stream became clearer and clearer, and the pace of the Vietnam soldiers' retreat became increasingly frantic.

"God, save them!"