Chapter 2063 - 2064: The Power of One Person

Behind Yang Fei, the soldiers of the Fierce Tiger Special Camp closely followed, forming a massive attacking arrowhead.

Wherever this arrowhead went, the enemy army turned upside down, retreating one after another.

It wasn't that the Hydra Soldiers were cowardly and timid, but Yang Fei's offensive was too terrifying.

His Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army transformed into bolts of lightning, slicing and chopping wherever it went, causing rivers of blood to flow.

Behind him, the Wind and Fire Wings stirred the fire elements within the void.

No matter where Yang Fei lunged, there suddenly blazed a raging fire.

This rocket was the Phoenix Mysterious Fire, unable to be extinguished with ordinary sand or water.

As long as a tiny bit ignited on the soldiers, the flames were like maggots on one's bones, spreading all over until people turned into blazing fireballs.

As a result, wherever Yang Fei went, countless soldiers cried out for their fathers and mothers, wailing in chorus.

The fierce fire ignited half of the battlefield, with flames everywhere and smoke billowing everywhere.

The Hydra Soldiers were panicked, their morale low, retreating like the tide.

Despite the Enforcement Team behind them, threatening with execution, they couldn't stop the massive defeat.

Laura stared in astonishment at all of this.

Who said individual ability has a negligible impact on war?

A monster like Yang Fei could alter the entire battle situation single-handedly!

Taking advantage of this moment, Yang Fei led the comrades of the Fierce Tiger Special Camp to charge into the defense zone of Harlin's Guard Squad.

Harlin's Guard Squad suffered many injuries; only fifty or sixty could still fight.

These fifty or sixty were seasoned veterans.

They relied on the terrain to withstand the Hydra Army's dozens of attacks, finally stalling until the Fierce Tiger Special Camp's rescue.

The Guard Squad cleared the defense position, allowing the comrades of the Fierce Tiger Special Camp to enter and take over.

Across the position, the Hydra Soldiers, after this charge by the Fierce Tiger Special Camp, were demoralized, currently cleaning up their broken army.

For now, the Hydra Army seemed powerless to attack.

A Colonel with a Goatee stepped up.

The Goatee straightened his posture, his eyes bright, as he approached Xiang Zuo and Yang Fei.

"The order for rescue was sent out six hours ago. Why come only now?"

"If Mr. Harlin loses even a single hair, the small Black Banner Army won't be able to cover it up."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fei's anger erupted.

After all, the Black Banner Army was the savior of these guys.

This damn Colonel showed no gratitude, starting with reprimands. Who does he think he is, really?

Xiang Zuo also felt somewhat aggrieved.

The Fierce Tiger Special Camp charged through the ranks, losing many brothers, yet was treated like this.

This is intolerable!

However, Xiang Zuo was not as unruly as Yang Fei.

This bunch were the Guard Army of the Human Federation Government, commonly known as the Imperial Guard.

In the past, this bunch were the real elite of the internal affairs.

Nostril-flaring superiority had become their habit.

Yang Fei was about to cuss loudly and Xiang Zuo quickly grabbed Yang Fei's hand.

"Sorry, our rescue came late. How is Mr. Harlin doing now?"

The Goatee looked at Xiang Zuo arrogantly.

"Under our brave Imperial Guard's protection, Mr. Harlin is safe and sound."

"He's resting in the cave. I'll take you to see him when he wakes up."

Xiang Zuo was startled: "Is Mr. Harlin sleeping?"

With gunfire outside and urgent military affairs, Harlin was napping in the cave.

This left Xiang Zuo both astonished and somewhat indignant.

The Goatee's lips curled into a sneer.

"What? Is that not allowed? Mr. Harlin's demeanor and poise are beyond your imagination."

Yang Fei and Xiang Zuo exchanged bewildered looks.

Neither could imagine that while warriors bled and fought outside, Harlin was napping in the cave.

Putting it positively, it's maintaining composure amidst chaos, remaining unchanged despite mountain collapse.

Putting it negatively, it's blatant disregard for life, using guards' lives for show!

But the Goatee was full of captivated admiration, like an obsequious servant.

This was utterly shameless!

Yang Fei turned his head, seeing wounded Imperial Guard everywhere.

Some were groaning in pain, others ravenously devoured water and dry food offered by allied forces.

Not far away, Imperial Guard soldiers lay dead, piled high, and blood trickled through the ground like a rivulet.

An anger surged from Yang Fei's heart.

He was battle-hardened, having seen too much bloodshed and sacrifice.

But he had never seen someone treat lives so lightly.

He grabbed the Goatee's collar.

"Where's Harlin? Take me to him immediately."

The Goatee was startled, not expecting Yang Fei's sudden action.

He flailed at Yang Fei's arm, his face both shocked and angry.

"What are you doing, let go of me; I'm with the Imperial Guard..."

He was cut off as Yang Fei's grip tightened on his throat, unable to speak further.

The soldiers behind the Goatee were astonished at the change, raising their guns toward Yang Fei and Xiang Zuo.

Yang Fei held the Goatee by the throat, using him as a shield before himself.

Xiang Zuo shouted loudly.

"Make way, Harlin treats your lives as grass, don't you want an explanation?"

In truth, the fiercely battling Imperial Guard had long been dissatisfied with Harlin's stubborn defense of these hills.

Upon hearing Xiang Zuo's words, some began considering, lowering their gun barrels.

Yang Fei, holding the Goatee under Xiang Zuo and others' escort, strode toward the cave.

As Yang Fei approached the cave, two sentries raised their gun barrels at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei released the Goatee's throat but discreetly pressed the Mithril Dagger to his lower back.

The Goatee hastily cried, "Make way, they're allies here to see Mr. Harlin."

The two sentries exchanged uncertain looks.

Witnessing Yang Fei seize the Goatee as a hostage, they dared not act rashly, reluctantly stepping back.

Yang Fei grabbed the Goatee and stormed into the cave, shouting loudly.

"Harlin, come out and meet me."

Xiang Zuo was somewhat anxious.

Harlin's status was considerable, nearly on par with the Vice President.

Yet Yang Fei's rudeness left him uneasy.

The cave was spacious, with many forks stretching outwards.

At this moment, the clear-eyed and elegant Harlin was earnestly practicing calligraphy with a Wolf Brush.

Yang Fei rushed in with the Goatee, startling Harlin.

He raised his head and smiled at Yang Fei, as if seeing an old friend.

"Hold on a moment, my calligraphy piece is almost finished."