Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Less than a minute before and after.

All seven hostages died in their own country's gunfire.

There wasn't a single intact body.

Zhao Yuanzheng's order was to spare no effort, and the price of "spare no effort" was the lives of seven senior commanders.

The soldiers standing around the ruins watched all of this.

Some clenched their fists, some had tears in their eyes, some trembled with anger, but no one backed down.

Zhao Yuanzheng's order was to open fire.

They opened fire.

Because Zhao Yuanzheng himself is also working very hard.

He personally boarded the front-line command vehicle and followed behind the assault team, less than three kilometers away from Song Dynasty.

This is a military order, and it's also a test of morale.

The encirclement tightened again, more fiercely, more frantically, and more recklessly than before.

The machine guns of the attack helicopters were still pouring down from the sky, and the grenade launchers on the ground resumed their saturation attack.

Dozens of grenades exploded simultaneously around Song Chao, and the shockwaves combined to send all the rubble within a radius of 100 meters flying into the air.

The sniper relocked to the target, firing armor-piercing rounds one after another at the weakest point of the blood shield.

The shield formation was re-erected, and behind the bulletproof shields, riflemen aimed with their rifles shouldered, the muzzles spitting out dense tongues of fire in the night.

With the hostages no longer restrained, the firepower of 30,000 men was finally unleashed.

The four blood shields trembled violently under the onslaught of bullets.

Standing in the center of the blood shield, Song Chao could feel his mental energy being rapidly depleted.

He used the hostages as a shield, which restricted the enemy's firepower, allowing him to defend against sporadic sniper shots.

Now that the restraints have been released, the entire encirclement's firepower is being poured onto him alone, and the Blood Shield's defensive strength is decreasing at a visible rate.

His fingertips trembled slightly.

After continuous high-intensity use of blood-based powers, although the blood energy in the body is constantly replenished, the mental energy has reached a critical point of depletion.

He gritted his teeth.

We cannot fall here.

We can't afford to collapse now.

He suddenly raised his head, and a strong bloodlust emanated from his dark red pupils.

Behind him, a three-meter-tall crimson Asura roared silently to the sky, its arms suddenly spreading outwards.

The spiritual shock spreads outward from the Asura as the center.

The shockwave swept across the soldiers at the front of the shield formation, and at the same time, an endless sea of ​​blood exploded in everyone's minds.

Countless bloody hands reached out from the sea of ​​blood, grabbed them, and dragged them down.

In the hallucination, more than a hundred soldiers in the front row fell down, their bulletproof shields lying askew on the ground, exposing the riflemen behind them.

Then the Song Dynasty took action.

He shot out like a blood-red cannonball, stepping over fallen shields and unconscious soldiers, and plunged headfirst into the densest area of ​​the shield formation.

Four blood shields spun wildly around him, deflecting all the bullets coming from the sides.

He spread all ten fingers of his hands, and the blood beads that had gathered on his fingertips instantly burst into dozens of fine blood streaks.

The blood streaks shot out as if they were alive, precisely piercing the hearts of dozens of soldiers around them.

The soldiers froze.

The moment the blood streaks pierced their hearts, the Song Dynasty took control of their blood.

Their blood no longer obeys the commands of their hearts; it begins to flow backward, boil, and squeeze the walls of their blood vessels.

Dozens of people collapsed at the same time, their skin turning bright red, and blood oozing from all seven orifices.

The Song Dynasty did not stop.

He drew blood from the fallen soldiers' bodies; the blood gushed from their pores, condensed into new blood vessels in mid-air, and then pierced the hearts of the next batch of soldiers.

Like a snowball, it gets bigger and bigger, and kills more and more people.

Where he went, he left behind a field of fallen corpses.

Every corpse was bleeding from all seven orifices, with dark red skin, and died in the same manner as the villagers of Shikan Village.

The soldiers inside the encirclement began to feel fear.

They are an elite force, battle-hardened and bloodthirsty, unafraid of death.

But the Song Dynasty brought not death, but a crushing massacre.

No one can survive where he goes.

Bullets couldn't penetrate his blood shield, grenades couldn't shatter his defenses, and armor-piercing rounds could only briefly pause him before he continued forward, continuing to kill.

People around them kept falling, their deaths gruesome, blood flowing from their seven orifices, their skin turning bright red.

Moreover, they don't know if they will be the next ones to fall.

Fear spread like a plague along the front lines.

Some people started to back away.

"Monster! He's a monster!"

A young soldier threw down his gun and ran away.

His face was filled with terror, his pupils were dilated to the limit, his mouth was wide open, and saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth. He was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

His escape was like a crack that quickly spread to those around him.

The second soldier threw away his gun.

The third soldier turned and ran.

the fourth.

the fifth.

The inner defenses are collapsing.

Standing on the front-line command vehicle, Zhao Yuanzheng witnessed the faltering of the battle lines.

He put down the binoculars, and his expression turned serious.

"Those who cower in battle, execute them on the spot!"

The supervisory team has been dispatched.

They were veterans selected from the entire army, each of whom had seen blood on the battlefield, killed people, and experienced battles far more brutal than this.

They simply stood in the path of the fleeing soldiers, blocking their escape route.

The first row of deserters was blocked.

When they saw the number on the shoulder insignia of the supervising team, they suddenly stopped, their fear mixed with hesitation.

Zhao Yuanzheng jumped off the command vehicle.

His combat uniform was no different from that of an ordinary soldier, without any special markings, but every soldier recognized him the moment they saw him.

Because the four silver stars on his shoulders gleamed coldly in the firelight.

"I am Zhao Yuanzheng."

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone on the battlefield could hear it clearly.

"He is the commander of this battle."

"It was I who ordered the firing, it was I who ordered the disregard for the hostages, and it is I who am standing here now, standing before you."

He raised his finger and pointed to the ruins behind him, littered with corpses.

"You are afraid."

I was afraid of the blood-covered man, afraid of the demonic shadow behind him, afraid of becoming one of the corpses on the ground.

I'm telling you, I'm scared too.

I still remember the feeling of my bayonet piercing the enemy's stomach when I was fighting with bayonets on the border twenty years ago, and it scares me every time I think about it.

But I didn't run.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over every young face.

"Because behind me is the land, the people, and you."

"I'm running away, who will guard me?"

"The same goes for today."

That man named Song Chao killed your comrades and your commander, and is about to break through the defenses and escape the encirclement.

If he escapes, he will kill even more people.

Your family, friends, and fellow villagers will all become his next targets!