442: Chapter 472: Shouldn’t You Be the One to Die?
(10th update) 442: Chapter 472: Shouldn’t You Be the One to Die?
(10th update) Songcai was no fool, and by this ti, if he couldn’t figure out the cause and effect, then he truly was a fool.
In Xuan Cang’s “Art of War,” there was a strategy called “Secretly Crossing the Wei River under the cover of building a road.”
The road building was naturally Fang Yi stepping forward to draw fire, and the secretly crossing ant that there must be others sneaking behind the military camp to rescue the hostages.
Rage, fury, all kinds of anger furiously burned in Songcai’s chest.
The next mont, Songcai could no longer contain himself and yelled, “Fire!
Shoot, damn it!”
At that ti, Songcai also raised his rifle and fired at Fang Yi.
In an instant, bullets flew, and the sound of gunfire filled the sky.
At that mont, Fang Yi suddenly grabbed Buck from the ground, using him as a human shield in front of him.
The bullets showed no rcy, the overwhelming bullets poured down, all landing on Buck, mangling his flesh, a bloody ss, turning Buck into a large brush.
“Ah!!!”
Songcai let out a heart-rending scream that could shock both heaven and earth—so of those bullets were his own.
Had he really killed his own son?
“I’ll kill you!
I’m definitely going to kill you!!!” Songcai scread furiously, his eyes turning blood-red.
Fang Yi sneered, said nothing, stood Buck up as a brush, and then leaped into the nearby woods.
“Chase him!”
Songcai bellowed furiously, “Catch him alive, and I’ll reward a million in cash!”
Money tempts the heart.
Songcai’s subordinates all went crazy, a million in cash was enough for them to live comfortably for a lifeti, enough to make them fight desperately.
Thus, in that stretch of woods, chaos erupted, with hundreds of soldiers pouring in.
Fang Yi threw Buck away and sneaked into the woods, like a fish taking to water, revelling in this environnt.
Fang Yi was wearing a coat, which he took off; on his body, hand grenades hung almost everywhere.
These grenades, found in Suotun’s camp, were just a drop in the bucket compared to what Fang Yi had on him.
Fang Yi was already aware of the noise behind him.
Gunfire continued to sound, bullets one after another charging towards Fang Yi.
But using the Divine Travel Steps, his movents ghostly, the bullets seed to be cut off from him, not a single one hitting their mark, all firing into empty air.
Of course, Fang Yi was not just running; faced with a situation where he was vastly outnumbered, Fang Yi chose to counterattack as well.
As the woods ahead grew denser, Fang Yi quickly climbed a tree, taking a swift glance at the enemy behind him, which could be described as hundreds of soldiers spread out in a long attacking line, swiftly chasing towards him.
With a stern expression, Fang Yi took out three hand grenades at that mont, pulled the pins, and threw them forcefully.
With the strength of Fang Yi’s arm, the throwing range was naturally assured, and he aid at areas with denser crowds.
Boom, boom, boom!
Three explosions in succession, followed by screams; dirt and corpses were sent flying.
Fang Yi jumped down from the tree, then heard shouts from afar, “He’s over there!”
Fang Yi didn’t rush to escape but paused briefly before running again.
He did this with no other purpose than to make sure these people didn’t lose track of him.
The strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain was spot on for these soldiers from Siluo Country who had defected from the governnt; they would never have anticipated it.
Thus, Fang Yi attracted over a hundred n, gradually leading them away from the military camp.
At the military camp, Songcai was furious, a state that far exceeded re anger.
Songcai didn’t join the pursuit because the main camp was still here and he firmly believed that no matter how formidable the opponent was, being just one person against his over a hundred subordinates, he didn’t believe he couldn’t be captured!
Looking at his son on the ground, beaten to a pulp, Songcai felt a mix of grief and rage; and soon, a fla of vengeance ignited within him.
Just then, Songcai saw a Xuan Cang person running out of the camp in a panic, clearly up to no good.
At this mont, atop his rage, especially towards Xuan Cang people whom Songcai detested deeply, seeing this Xuan Cang person running out in such a manner inevitably raised suspicions in Songcai’s mind.
In an instant, without any hesitation, Songcai shot him.
Yes, he shot him!
And as Nangong Feiyu fell, he never thought he would die here.
He was so close to the gate of the camp, almost able to escape, but why did he fall here?
His head felt cold; was it a direct shot to the forehead?
Finally, the world went dark before Nangong Feiyu’s eyes as he fell to the ground.
Songcai didn’t care about the identity of the Xuan Cang person he killed; even if it had been one of his own n who had crossed him at that mont, he would still shoot without hesitation.
Then, as an officer quickly ran over, Songcai’s top lieutenant, this ti he didn’t shoot right away but asked what had happened.
But before the officer could speak, sudden continuous artillery fire filled the camp, nonstop.
From above, Songcai’s camp looked dotted like stars, with buildings exploding and being swiftly consud by flas.
Amongst his fury, Songcai finally felt fear; he suddenly realized why Fang Yi had run, and how foolish he had been to let his n chase after him.
The hundred or so n were his elite troops, now out chasing, while the camp was nearly empty; Songcai might not know the exact phrase “lure the tiger away from the mountain,” but he understood the aning.
Yet, Songcai was still a formidable figure; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been one of the three overlords of Xianghua City.
He imdiately slung his gun over his shoulder, and ominously said, “Even if Songcai dies, I won’t let you have an easy ti!”
The next mont, Songcai charged into the camp.
He was very familiar with his own camp and quickly burst into the armory.
He discarded his original weapon and hoisted a machine gun with ‘unlimited ammo’ on his shoulder, grabbing a cannon in his left hand, then boldly charged out.
Inside the camp, amidst relentless artillery, it had truly beco a battlefield of blood and fire.
At dusk, at the entrance of the camp, a man in his fifties was thrown to the ground, rolling several tis before he stood up again, only to be t by nurous gun barrels pointed at him.
“You…
all must die!” Songcai grated through clenched teeth, his face covered in blood, and his body riddled with wounds.
Smack!
A slap landed on Songcai’s face.
“Although I don’t understand your words, I know they were no good; you deserved the slap!” Yao Bo said from a height.
Despite the assault from many Dragon Soul mbers, Songcai couldn’t escape the fate of being captured.
Songcai naturally didn’t understand Yao Bo’s words, but he still sneered, “You’ve captured , but your leader will undoubtedly die; heh, you’ve made a loss this ti!”
However, just then, a voice laden with mockery rang out:
“Who said I died?
It should be you who’s going to die.”
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