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Chapter 160 Tug of War

In the Tsar's palace, Movsky paced back and forth in the room anxiously, his hands clenched into fists, beating his thighs from time to time, his face full of regret and anger.

"I should have firmly opposed the use of nuclear bombs!" He murmured to himself, his voice full of pain and self-blame. "Now, not only have I failed to completely solve the problem of the infected, but I have created an even greater disaster!"

The sky outside the palace was still shrouded in the mushroom cloud produced by the nuclear bomb explosion, and the once prosperous border area had now turned into a dead ruin.

The poisonous fog filled the air, like an invisible giant hand, tightly strangling the throat of the Great Mao Empire.

Movsky knew very well that the root cause of this disaster was his own wrong decision.

He originally thought that the nuclear bomb could solve the problem of the infected once and for all, but he didn't expect it to cause such serious consequences.

Now, the army in the border area has been wiped out, and those once brave and fearless soldiers have now become new infected people and are approaching their homeland.

"Jin Bing, you are the one who caused this trouble, you better think of a solution quickly!"

"Your Majesty, blaming others will not help. What we need now is action. Although the situation is serious, there is hope."

Hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Movsky's eyes. He asked anxiously, "Turning point? Tell me, what is your plan?"

Jin Bing waved his hand and pointed to the side, and a huge figure walked out from the shadows.

"Haven't we already talked to Mr. Banner? Now, it's time to hand over the defense zone to them.

It is just right for them to appear as heroes so that the land can be handed over to them later."

Moffsky looked at Banner. His burly figure now looked so reliable. The devil who once led his brothers to beat the army of this country into a pulp was now on his side.

Can this demon deal with those infected people?

"Mr. Banner, I leave everything up to you."

"No problem, just leave everything to me. I have been waiting for a long time. However, Your Majesty, this war will surely cost a lot of money. Do you mind if I "recruit" some soldiers myself?"

Movsky wanted to say that he minded, but things had come to this point and he no longer had any choice.

"Mr. Banner, I understand the difficulty and importance of this war. Just recruit as many soldiers as you need.

I am willing to take on whatever responsibility it takes to protect our country and our people."

Seeing Movsky say this, Banner looked at him with a higher regard.

In this day and age, it is hard to find people who understand the times.

It is not shameful to bow to me for the sake of my throne.

"Mr. Banner, do you need me to send troops to help you?"

Movsky thought for a moment and asked, waiting for Banner to kill the infected or the infected to kill Banner or both to die together, this is a good choice.

But he can't choose that.

No matter what, this is the Holy Eastern Roman Empire, and he is the Tsar of this empire. If he does nothing, this useless Tsar will only be overthrown by others.

“Your Majesty, your troops have suffered a heavy loss. What they need now is rest and reconstruction, not another fight.

I believe Banner and his warriors are capable of handling the current situation, and we only need to provide the necessary supplies and intelligence support."

Kingpin stepped forward and said, but only saw Banner waving his hand.

"Hey, Jin Bing, that's not right. We still need some helpers here. Since His Majesty is willing to send his loyal warriors over, I am naturally happy to do so."

For a moment, Kingpin frowned, and then he understood Banner's intention.

Once these troops arrive at the front line, they can easily be recruited by Jin Bing as believers of the Blood God.

In that kind of environment, they had no choice but to believe in the Blood God.

After all, the plague was so terrible that the mortal army would not be able to survive without believing in the Blood God.

When the troops arrived at the front line, it was also convenient for Banner to recruit on the spot, and the physical fitness of these believers was better than that of ordinary people.

How can you not eat the meat that is served to your door?
"Okay, Mr. Banner, I will immediately order the mobilization of some of the rested troops to the front line to assist you in fighting the infected."

Since Banner needs some help, Kingpin doesn't mind satisfying him, otherwise, it would be bad if he were to be overwhelmed by that group of infected people.

Seeing the two of them singing the same tune, Movsky felt uneasy. He wondered if he, the Tsar, would become a puppet.

After thinking about it carefully, it seems that he really can't fight against both of them. No, he may not even be able to deal with the weaker one, Jin Bing.

If Jin Bing wants to rebel, do I have the ability to fight him?

"Kingpin, Mr. Banner," Movsky tried to make his voice sound firm, "I trust you and believe that you can bring victory to me and the empire, but please remember that I am the Tsar of this country and I have the responsibility to protect my people and territory."

Jin Bing smiled slightly, seemingly unconcerned about Movsky's warning. "Your Majesty, don't worry, we are all working hard for the future of the empire.

Mr. Banner and I will do everything in our power to ensure the safety of the Empire."

Jin Bing doesn't look like a treacherous minister who would usurp power, so why did I think that just now?

Banner also nodded, with a confident gleam in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, you only need to stay in the rear and command the overall situation. Leave the matters on the front line to us."

Banner seemed to be just a straightforward man, and both of them were his right-hand men. Why did he suddenly feel panic?
Maybe I didn't sleep enough.

The soldiers' wailing echoed across the empty battlefield, like the last cry of a helpless lamb facing its impending fate.

His eyes were filled with fear, and his body trembled involuntarily as he looked at the approaching group of infected people.

Those infected people were once his comrades and brothers, but now they have become slaves of the plague. They have dull eyes and strange smiles on their faces, as if they were controlled by some evil force.

Although their pace was slow, every step seemed to be stepping on the soldier's heart, making him feel suffocated.

"Run! They are coming! They will kill us!" a soldier suddenly shouted, breaking the silence around him.

This shout was like a fuse, instantly igniting panic in the soldiers' hearts. They began to flee in all directions, trying to escape from this horrific battlefield.

The officers raised their guns to try to stop the troops from disintegrating, but to no avail.

In extreme fear, these soldiers only regretted that their parents had given them two more legs so that they could not run faster.

However, the infected people were like sharks smelling blood. They quickened their pace and chased after them.

"No! Don't come over here!" A soldier knelt on the ground, holding his head with his hands, and screamed loudly. However, his voice was soon drowned out by the roar of the infected. The infected were getting closer and closer, with strange smiles on their faces, as if they were enjoying this feast of killing.

The soldiers could clearly see their rotting skin, festering wounds, and eyes filled with murderous intent.

"No! I can't die! I want to live!" A soldier suddenly stood up, picked up the weapon in his hand, and rushed towards the infected.

However, his power seemed so insignificant in front of the infected, and he was soon drowned in the sea of ​​infected people.

"Save us! Save us!" the soldiers shouted desperately, but the only response they got was the roar of the infected and the sound of approaching footsteps.

Amid the desperate cries of the soldiers and the relentless advance of the infected, the atmosphere on the battlefield became extremely tense.

Just then, a heavy sound of footsteps came from afar, breaking the silence on the battlefield.

The soldiers looked up in surprise, only to see a large group of monsters armed with weapons appear in their sight like ghosts.

And they were caught in the middle.

"It's over, it's completely over now, we're all going to die!"

The soldiers recognized who these monsters were. Weren’t they the same group of cultists that wreaked havoc in the Holy Eastern Roman Empire a few days ago?

If His Majesty Movsky had not defeated them, the entire country would probably have been destroyed by now.

Now, they suddenly appear here, are they here for revenge?

However, just when they thought everything was doomed, Banner and his warriors ignored the soldiers' desperate cries.

They rushed straight towards the infected team like the cold-blooded god of death, as if the life and death of those soldiers had nothing to do with them.

"Get out of the way! Don't block the road!" Banner roared, his voice echoing on the battlefield like thunder.

The soldiers were shocked by the momentum and made way for it.

Banner and his warriors acted quickly, forming an impenetrable line of defense between the infected and the soldiers.

Their weapons flashed with cold light, as if they were meant to slay evil.

"For the Blood God! For victory!" Banner shouted, waving the weapon in his hand and rushing towards the infected.

His warriors followed closely behind, their eyes filled with faith in the Blood God and desire for victory.

Although the infected were fierce, they seemed so fragile in front of Banner and his warriors. Their weapons killed the infected as easily as cutting tofu, splitting their bodies in half.

The soldiers looked at this scene in amazement. They had never seen such brave warriors.

They seem to be born to fight and live to win.

Under the protection of Banner and his warriors, they felt a strange sense of security.

"Quick! Retreat!" an officer shouted, directing the soldiers to retreat to the rear.

Under Banner's leadership, his warriors fought a fierce battle with the infected.

Although the infected were numerous, they seemed so vulnerable in front of Banner and his warriors.

Their weapons drew streaks of cold light in the air, and every swing was accompanied by the wailing and fall of the infected.

The atmosphere on the battlefield was tense and intense. The infected kept pouring in from all directions, trying to break through Banner and his team's defense line.

However, Banner and his warriors stood firm like an iron wall, their eyes full of determination and courage.

"For the Blood God! For victory!" Banner shouted again, his voice full of strength and determination.

His warriors were encouraged and wielded their weapons more vigorously, fighting a desperate battle with the infected.

As time went on, the number of infected people gradually decreased and their offensive began to weaken.

Banner and his warriors seized the opportunity and launched a fierce counterattack. Their weapons fell on the infected like a torrential rain, wiping out this batch of infected people.

"Banner, although their strength is not very good, there are too many of them. We only killed a small group of them."

Ross walked up to Banner and reminded him solemnly. He swept his eyes across the battlefield, and saw that the infected people in the distance were still pouring in, like an endless tide, which made people despair.

"Moreover, they were able to spread the infection to the entire Europe in such a short time. There must be strong people among them."

"Of course I know, but no matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than my axe? If he dares to appear in front of me, I will chop him alive!"

Banner said, his eyes flashing with madness and indomitable spirit. He swung the huge axe in his hand, as if challenging the powerful men who were about to come.

"You are still as confident as ever, which is for the best. Seriously, Banner, are you really ready to work for Kingpin?"

Ross said with some concern.

"What's the point of working for the cause? I need more soldiers for the war, and he needs me to disrupt the world. We each take what we need. What's the point of using me?

As long as there are enough wars, we will become even more unstoppable, and by then, no matter what conspiracy he has, it will be ridiculous in the face of my power."

After Banner finished speaking, he picked up his axe and faced the attacking infected people. Seeing this, Ross led the crowd to follow.

The battle continues, and the warriors led by Banner and Ross eliminate the remaining infected people like fallen leaves in the wind.

At the same time, the original soldiers had retreated to a nearby rear, but they were still in shock and did not run far.

At least they did not receive any retreat order from their superiors, so they could only wait not far away to restore order.

"I really hope these two groups of monsters can perish together, so that the empire can be at peace."

A soldier couldn't help but sigh. His comrades around him just looked at him and didn't say much. They had the same idea in their hearts.

"I hope that the cultists will win. Once they have cleared out the infected, your Majesty will naturally destroy them."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the group of cultists he was talking about running towards them quickly. In the blink of an eye, they were already in front of them.

"Me me me"

The soldier was so frightened that he dared not speak a word and waited for his death in despair, but then a kind voice came.

"My fellow warriors, I would like to waste a little of your time to tell you the story of the great Blood God."

(End of this chapter)