328: The general offensive begins

After a busy day, the small town finally quieted down. The rescued personnel began to have their identities confirmed in batches and arrangements were made for their return to their home countries.

Early the next morning, ten million surrender leaflets fluttered through the air, carried by the roar of airplanes, scattering across every corner of the Myanmar Northern Region.

The warlords were still reeling from their previous defeat. Some prepared to flee, some prepared to unite and resist, and some began to call for reinforcements.

However, no one was truly ready to surrender. They all knew what they had done, and once they were captured, they would likely face a terrible end.

But with the arrival of the surrender leaflets, some began to waver.

The core message was eight characters: “Leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist!”

Coupled with the phrase “Do not say that you were not warned,” it essentially sealed the fate of all the warlords.

Countless pieces of intelligence spread among the warlord leaders:

“Liu Ying has already fled!”

“The border town has increased its troops by 3,000!”

“The Dragon Country government has reached an agreement with the small town!”

“Myanmar’s military is lending heavy equipment!”

After consolidating various messages, the warlord leaders had largely determined that their apocalypse had arrived.

In this situation, the warlords split into two factions.

One faction decided to surrender in exchange for their lives, and if they handed over some intelligence or ransom, they hoped to live anonymously overseas.

The other faction decided to fight to the death. These people were accustomed to living like local emperors; forcing them to live an honest life was worse than killing them.

The faction determined to fight to the death also had a trump card: a large number of hostages.

They planned to hold the hostages in the park, mixed with their soldiers, to see how the other side would attack.

Ultimately, ten warlords decided to make a desperate stand. They quickly formed an alliance, mobilizing all their personnel and equipment.

The remaining thirty or so warlords stayed put and sent out messages, awaiting reception.

Pan Han, commanding from the small hotel headquarters, smiled slightly upon seeing these intelligence reports and paid them no mind.

At any time, there would be desperadoes, and he was least afraid of desperadoes.

“Those waiting to be received, don’t worry about them for now. We’ll go deal with these ten who are suicidal first!” Pan Han commanded, and everyone stood at attention.

Pan Han’s intention was to show everyone the consequences of not surrendering.

Subsequently, he requested that Dragon Country and Myanmar cut off all signals in the Myanmar Northern Region and maintain continuous interference for 24 hours.

He wanted to ensure that not a single picture, video, or text message would leak out!

With all preparations complete, the soldiers offensive began!

Thousands of Knight Order soldiers, accompanied by tanks and armored vehicles, arrived at the front lines of the warlords’ positions.

From a distance, the parks, buildings, and positions of these ten warlords were interconnected, with machine gun fire points everywhere, and several armored vehicles and artillery pieces waiting to open fire.

Meanwhile, the thirty-plus warlords who had surrendered were hiding far away, observing the situation.

Pan Han knew that if his side showed even a slight sign of failure, the surrendering warlords would immediately betray him and encircle him from behind.

It has always been this way in the world: whoever wins, they help!

Based on the paper data, the warlord alliance outnumbered the Knight Order, approaching 5,000 people. They also had the home advantage and held tens of thousands of hostages.

The local populace was also in a state of chaotic neutrality.

Currently, they appeared to be observers, but it was possible they might join the battle midway.

However, now signals and intelligence were unilaterally transparent; Pan Han’s side had absolute information control.

The warlord alliance’s walkie-talkies were even jammed, and coordination could only be done by shouting.

With the support of Dragon Country, satellite images, intelligence, and more, all converged on the Knight Order’s side.

The Knight Order knew everything about the alliance’s troop deployment, where the leaders were hiding, where the hostages were kept, and whether there were bombs, etc.

Pan Han looked at the intelligence thoughtfully; defeating them head-on would not be easy.

He could only rely on Pan Han’s unique ability.

So he ordered his troops to stop and form an attack formation, while he returned to the small town hotel.

He sent everyone away and began his traversal operation.

Pan Han’s plan was simple: he just needed to traverse to the hiding places of the ten warlord leaders, take their dog heads, and throw them in front of the alliance. Then he would see if they surrendered or not.

No sooner said than done, the space rippled slightly, and Pan Han began!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

In some dark corners of the alliance’s positions, heads fell one by one, but Pan Han collected them all into his space.

He was dressed in black and masked; the enemy couldn’t recognize who he was at all.

He moved with swift, deadly precision, eliminating them one by one.

Soon, the heads of the ten warlord Commanders, as well as the important officials and family members hiding with them, were all severed by Pan Han.

Incidentally, he also put on an invisibility cloak and collected the bombs from where the hostages were held into his space, disarming the enemy’s trump card.

Space rippled slightly, and Pan Han reappeared at the small town hotel.

He found a large black bag, packed dozens of heads into it, and drove to the front of the formation.

The Bodyguard Captain, Ellie, the Middleman, and others were puzzled to see Pan Han return in his car.

What could Pan Han have possibly done in such a short time?

“Captain, come here. Take these heads, put them on iron rods, and display them at the front of the formation.” Pan Han’s words shocked everyone beyond measure.

Looking at the bulging black bag behind him, they knew it must contain human heads!

Exaggerated!

Terrifying!

Unbelievable!

Holy cow!

Is this even human?

Now, everyone in the Knight Order was once again astonished!

Their understanding was refreshed again!

“What are you standing there for? Get to work.” Pan Han, seeing everyone in a daze, urged loudly.

“Yes!” The Bodyguard Captain snapped back to reality and quickly led people to find various rods.

Soon, dozens of heads were impaled at the front of the formation.

Each head, with a distorted expression and disheveled hair, swayed in the wind on its rod.

Pan Han put on his clothes and mask, stood at the front of the formation, hands on his hips, and looked at the allied forces opposite him.

At this point, the two sides were only dozens of meters apart. Pan Han unleashed his full pressure and killing intent.

The fear from the heads, combined with the chilling effect of the pressure and killing intent, forced the allied forces opposite to lower their heads.

They felt as if they were in purgatory, their hearts pounding, blood pressure rising, bodies growing cold, and eyes unfocused. Staying for another second was torture; they wished they could leave the battlefield immediately.

This feeling, a second felt like a lifetime, and they would never forget it.

The thirty-plus warlords observing from a distance were so terrified by this scene that they all wet their pants.

Everyone lamented how wise their decision had been; otherwise, they would be the ones impaled at the front of the formation.

Money? What money? Who needs money? Isn’t it better to keep one’s life?

Now, let alone living a disgraceful life, they would willingly spend a lifetime operating a sewing machine in prison!

As long as they didn’t have to see Pan Han.

Ellie, having been exposed to scenes of severed heads before, managed not to vomit this time, but her body still swayed, and she almost fainted.

The Dragon Country National Security Department and others, upon seeing this scene, had only one thought: Fortunately, he is a Dragon Country citizen!

The Bodyguard Captain wiped the blood from his hands, looked at Pan Han, who seemed like a god, and murmured, “Godfather, please accept your child’s bow!”

At this moment, Pan Han cleared his throat and shouted to the allied forces in a low voice, “Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately!”

The voice was not loud, but everyone heard it clearly.

They collapsed, completely collapsed!