Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

A young team member was hit in the neck, and his carotid artery was torn apart by the bullet.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and he died before he could even let out a scream.

Another team member was hit in the chest by three bullets at the same time.

The bulletproof vest was pierced by the high kinetic energy of the ceramic bullet, and three fist-sized holes were blown open in his chest cavity.

Fragments of internal organs gushed from the wound, and the person died silently while unconscious.

"Stop! Stop! We still have people down there!"

Behind the shield formation, a middle-aged officer who looked like a captain suddenly put down his binoculars, turned around and roared into the walkie-talkie.

"Command post! Command post! There are still three hundred wounded on the inner circle ground!"

"Saturation firepower will kill them all! Request a halt to the attack! Evacuate the wounded first!"

His voice boomed through the encrypted channel, filled with barely suppressed anger and anxiety.

Inside the command armored vehicle, the expression on the face of one of Song Mingcheng's staff officers changed.

His name is Zhou Zhengyuan, and he is the deputy director of the Zhaoming City Emergency Command Center.

He was temporarily reassigned to assist Song Mingcheng in directing the encirclement and suppression operation.

He quickly walked to Song Mingcheng's side and said in a low voice.

"Minister Song, we do indeed still have people in the inner circle."

When the Song Dynasty attacked the safe house, all 300 members of the Sharp Blade team on the perimeter were unconscious but not dead.

The technical team confirmed that their vital signs were still intact.

If we open fire now, they'll die from their own bullets.

Song Mingcheng turned his head and glanced at him.

That look sent a chill down Zhou Zhengyuan's spine.

It was cold.

Utterly cold.

"Those team members have already been killed by the Song Dynasty; they're nowhere to be found alive."

Song Mingcheng's voice was calm yet terrifying.

Zhou Zhengyuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Minister Song! The technical team has confirmed! Their heartbeats and breathing are still there! They're just in a deep coma! As long as—"

"You are spreading rumors and misleading the public."

Song Mingcheng interrupted him, his voice still calm, but the chill in his tone made Zhou Zhengyuan's blood almost freeze.

"Song Chao is a bloodline superhuman; his ability is to directly manipulate human blood."

Those team members were attacked by his abilities, and even if they are still alive, they have become his puppets.

Are you speaking up for them to buy time for the Song Dynasty, or to undermine morale?

Zhou Zhengyuan's face turned pale instantly.

He opened his mouth, as if to say that the team members were not puppets.

The vital signs monitoring data from the technical team can prove this.

I thought that sending a team up would only take three minutes to drag the wounded back.

But when he saw Song Mingcheng's eyes, he swallowed all his words.

There was no room for negotiation in those eyes.

Song Mingcheng has made his decision.

In his eyes, the three hundred unconscious team members were already dead.

In order to encircle and annihilate the Song Dynasty, and to prevent any unexpected events from occurring during this operation.

In Song Mingcheng's view, sacrificing three hundred wounded soldiers who had already lost their fighting ability was entirely worthwhile.

"Since you are so concerned about the situation at the front."

Song Mingcheng's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of cold laughter in his tone.

"Then you should go to the front lines yourself and see for yourself."

From now on, you will serve as the captain of the core assault team, leading the elite unit to break through from the front.

We must break through the Song Dynasty's defenses within ten minutes.

Zhou Zhengyuan swayed slightly.

His face was deathly pale.

Captain of the core assault team.

Frontal breakthrough.

This is not an appointment at all.

It's the death penalty.

Song Mingcheng disliked him for being in the way of the command post and for raising questions he shouldn't have.

They disliked him for seeing things he shouldn't have, so they wanted to send him to the front lines of the battlefield to be killed by the Song Dynasty's sword.

If he died at the hands of the Song Dynasty, that would be just as well, as it would eliminate one person who knew too much.

If he survives by sheer luck, it's alright.

Anyway, the casualty rate for a frontal assault is over 70%, so even if he comes back alive, he won't be able to cause much trouble.

"Minister Song, I—"

"That's an order."

Song Mingcheng's voice suddenly turned cold.

On either side of the command platform, two guards simultaneously took a step forward.

He slightly raised the muzzle of the rifle in his hand, aiming it at Zhou Zhengyuan's back.

Zhou Zhengyuan felt the two cold gun barrels.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then turned and walked off the command platform.

Below the command post, 120 assault team members had assembled, all wearing bulletproof vests.

Wearing a bulletproof helmet, holding the latest all-polymer rifle, and with a super suppressor hanging on his waist.

They saw Zhou Zhengyuan come down, and no one spoke; they simply made way for him.

Zhou Zhengyuan walked to the front of the line, took a rifle from a team member, pulled the bolt, and loaded a bullet.

His face was as white as a dead man's.

Bullets were still raining down on the ruins.

Before the smoke from the first salvo had even cleared, the second wave of firepower had already begun.

This time, not only rifles, but also grenade launchers were used in the firing.

Dozens of grenades were launched from behind the shield wall, tracing arcs through the air.

It landed at the highest point of the ruins, exploding into a sky full of rubble and blood-red dust.

The explosion was deafening, and the shockwave hurled rubble from the ruins into the air, where it then rained down.

The entire ruins were engulfed by fire and smoke.

Song Mingcheng stood on the command platform of the armored vehicle, looking through binoculars at the ruins covered by fire, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

30,000 to 1.

Saturation firepower coverage.

Heavy weapons are deployed in stages.

Even if you are a superhuman, even if you can control blood, can you withstand 30,000 bullets being fired at once?

Can you withstand grenades and armor-piercing rounds from sniper rifles?

You can—

His smile froze.

In the telescope's field of view, the smoke of battle slowly dissipated.

At the highest point of the ruins, that person was still standing there.

The ground within a ten-meter radius beneath his feet turned dark red.

The blood gushing from the remains of the four people he executed in the safe house, combined with the blood mist permeating the air,

Four constantly rotating blood-red shields coalesced around his body.

Each shield is two meters high and half a meter thick, woven from congealed blood.

The surface is covered with dense, blood-red patterns, like layers upon layers of blood-red spider webs.

When the bullet struck the blood shield, the ceramic bullet lost all kinetic energy the instant it hit the shield's surface.

Like being plunged into a swamp, I was stuck in thick blood, slowly spinning, and then one by one, I fell to the ground.

Four blood shields slowly rotated around his body, blocking all bullets coming from the four directions.

The grenade landed on the Blood Shield, and the shockwave from the explosion created ripples on the surface of the Blood Shield.

But after the ripples subsided, the blood shield returned to its original state.

Thicker blood gushed from inside the blood shield, filling the gap torn open by the explosion.