118: Whoever wins, he will help!

“Oh my, a sore loser,” Li Qinglong cursed with a grin when he saw the drone shot down.

“It smells so good!” The messenger beside him was devouring the Rabbit meat; he had almost forgotten what real meat tasted like.

“I’ll give you 10 minutes. After you finish eating, it’s the Armored Assault Squadron’s turn,” Li Qinglong instructed everyone over the walkie-talkie. Hearing there were only 10 minutes left, the messenger quickly took two big bites.

Li Qinglong then threw the Rabbit head to the messenger: “Your reward!”

“Thank you, Third Leader!” The other party took the Rabbit head and hugged it, sucking out the brain marrow.

At Dawn Base, everyone cheered when they saw Pan Han shoot down the drone.

Then, filled with indignation, they grabbed their weapons and rushed to their respective positions.

“Avenge Rabbit!”

“Annihilate Z Tower!”

“Blood for blood!”

“Capture that streamer alive! I want to eat his brain!”

At this moment, the Mountain Top Rabbits had already retreated; they didn't know about the live stream yet.

Seeing everyone so excited, they also squeaked and returned to their positions.

When everyone saw the Rabbits returning to their positions, they couldn't help but hug them, stroking their heads.

Pan Han arranged for Qin Zhong to lead the defense, while he himself went to Mo Li’s residence.

“Mr. Mo, I apologize for alarming you,” Pan Han said first after calming himself down.

“Lord Pan, there’s no need to be so polite. This kind of scene is merely child’s play to me,” Mo Li smiled slightly.

“I heard Mr. Mo is an Intermediate Evolver,” Pan Han asked seriously.

“Yes, genuine article.”

“May I ask, how do you assess today’s battle?”

“You will most likely lose,” Mo Li stated directly, without hesitation.

“Since you judge it this way, Mr., could you provide some support?”

“Oh? We, the Twelve Palaces, don’t really like to meddle in your affairs,” Mo Li was a bit surprised, not expecting Pan Han to be so direct.

“Then if we are defeated, I might die or be captured. Would the invitation card then become invalid?”

“Yes, at that point, we’d have to find someone else,” Mo Li said without emotion.

“Then why did you bring so much equipment here? What’s the purpose? Wouldn’t it be a waste if I died?” Pan Han looked puzzled.

“Haha! Lord Pan, if I don’t allow Z Tower to move this equipment, no one dares to. They are our Twelve Palaces’ slaves. Very obedient.”

“You are quite interesting. You neither help me nor your own people.”

“Slaves are not considered our own people!” Mo Li shook his head, formally denying this point.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll be direct. What price do I need to pay for your assistance?” Pan Han revealed his true intention.

“Hahaha, Lord Pan, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard such words. Someone actually wants to bribe an Intermediate Evolver. How amusing,” Mo Li neither agreed nor denied, but watched Pan Han with great interest.

However, Mo Li became more and more interested in Pan Han in his heart. He always felt that he wasn't like someone from this world; his way of speaking and acting was very peculiar, and most importantly, he always carried a strange scent!

This is just absurd!

“Mr. Mo, you can try naming a price; perhaps I can afford it,” Pan Han heard Mo Li laugh but wasn’t annoyed, still speaking calmly.

“Let me think about it. After all, I’ve never seen such a request in my life,” Mo Li stroked his chin, deep in thought.

“Report, sir, the enemy has begun their attack,” Qin Zhong’s call came through the walkie-talkie at this moment.

“What kind of formation?”

“Eight armored vehicles, twelve tactical vehicles. Forty kilometers away.”

“Good, continue monitoring.”

“Lord Pan, can you withstand this wave?” Mo Li heard the situation on the battlefield but didn’t rush to quote a price; instead, he asked Pan Han in return.

“I understand! He helps whoever wins!” Pan Han suddenly realized the logic behind it.

Although Mo Li came directly with gifts and an invitation letter, his arrival at this specific time made it hard to say it wasn't intentional. Most likely, he was using this battle to test himself.

As for Z Tower’s attack time, as part of the Twelve Palaces, it was impossible for him not to know.

“Qin Zhong, fight them to the death; don’t let them live! If even one person gets through, bring me your heads!” Pan Han ordered sternly.

After speaking, Pan Han looked at Mo Li with a relaxed expression, casually taking out a cigar.

“Want one?”

“Sure!” Mo Li took the cigar and smoked it with pleasure.

“Sir, still 30 kilometers,” Qin Zhong reported again.

“This cigar is really good, thank you, Lord Pan,” Mo Li was enveloped in the swirling smoke.

“You’re welcome. Do you like it? I have many?” Pan Han tried to make an offer.

Mo Li shook his head gently after hearing this, rejecting him half-heartedly.

At this, the two fell silent, neither speaking, each smoking their cigars.

“Sir, still 20 kilometers.”

“10 kilometers.”

“5 kilometers.”

“3 kilometers! Sir, they’ve stopped,” Qin Zhong’s report finally changed, his tone slightly tense.

At this time, Li Qinglong was still leisurely sitting in the command vehicle, watching the live broadcast through the monitor.

“Lads! Give them a volley. Let Dawn Base see what a Z Tower volley is!”

This kind of volley was a traditional Z Tower tactic. Previously, it had been repeatedly successful against other organizations. Often, after one round of volley, the opponent would collapse. Then, tactical vehicles could easily divide and surround the enemy.

It was somewhat similar to the British 'lobsterbacks' back then, marching in neat lines, enduring casualties, walking to within 50 meters of the enemy, breaking them with a volley, and then cavalry charging in to cut down the fleeing soldiers.

“Lord Pan, a friendly reminder. You are about to face a volley of 100mm howitzer shells,” Mo Li said slowly.

Just as he finished speaking, the roar of cannons could be heard from the base’s North Gate.

The first round of shells landed. Z Tower’s armored vehicles were uniformly equipped with 100mm howitzers; eight guns firing in unison, their firepower was not to be underestimated.

“Sir, they’ve started. Several of our positions have been overturned,” Qin Zhong continued to report.

Pan Han remained silent, still leisurely smoking his cigar.

Qin Zhong didn't wait for Pan Han's order but autonomously commanded the anti-tank squad to fire individual missiles.

However, they didn't have much stock, only 12. And these missiles had a maximum range of 3 kilometers, so whether they could hit accurately was really hard to say.

This time, the anti-tank squad fired eight rounds. One missile was allocated per armored vehicle.

Eight trails of white smoke flew straight out from Dawn Base’s North Gate.

After flying less than 300 meters, they immediately shot into the sky, then flew 2000 meters at high altitude, and finally descended, striking in top-attack mode.

Li Qinglong saw this scene clearly and let out a cold snort: “Petty tricks!”

As expected, the armored vehicle squad, including both armored vehicles and tactical vehicles, all simultaneously revealed their automatic anti-aircraft machine guns.

A full twenty muzzles, black and gaping, pointed straight up into the sky.

The trajectories of the eight anti-tank missiles were calculated as soon as they entered their descent phase. The anti-aircraft machine guns immediately opened fire.

In just an instant, all eight missiles were destroyed.

“Damn it! Sir, anti-tank missile attack failed,” Qin Zhong slapped his thigh, quickly ordering the remaining missiles to be put away, as they were no longer effective.

“Hehehe! You bugs, dumbfounded, aren’t you? Lads, another volley!” Li Qinglong also slapped his thigh, an unknown liquid drooling from the corner of his mouth.