How do you fight a battle that’s not lost yet?
A few guards didn’t dare to move forward. Dan Youguo was sweating profusely, yet he forced himself to give the order, "Arrest them all."
That was a slap to the face, loud and clear, since no one moved after he spoke.
Because besides Di Mingchen, there’s also a whole army. Is this not slapping yourself in the face?
The guards remained silent, refusing to move forward, leaving Dan Youguo nearly fuming with anger.
However, Di Mingchen raised an eyebrow coldly, with an innate arrogance, speaking sowhat wildly, "What’s wrong? Too afraid to take us on one by one or in a group? It seems like your courage is retreating."
As soon as he finished his words, his eyes turned sharp, exuding the authority of a commander, and he said sternly, "Have you never heard of the military order being like a mountain? How do you follow orders?!!"
After these words, the guards felt even more ashad and at a loss.
Di Mingchen, however, wouldn’t let up, "A soldier’s instinct is to follow orders. Yet, when orders are given, you don’t move. Where is the soldier’s dignity? Where is the instinct?"
After saying this, he seed to roar in anger like hating iron for not becoming steel, "Put down the guns, attack !"
Several guards, initially slightly intimidated, suddenly straightened their chests, as if hit by a strong impulse, their eyes gleaming.
With a crisp, synchronized sound, they actually dropped their guns on the ground and charged at Di Mingchen recklessly.
Gu Qibao and Di Xiaxia were startled, Di Mingjue and Di Mingzhe hurriedly protected their wives and children and backed away.
The battlefield turned into Di Mingchen’s personal stage.
He appeared unchanged, without any hint of fear, not caring at all how many attacked at once.
With narrowed eyes, he assessed the situation, determined who would strike first, whether they would use grappling, fighting, or free-fighting, already clear in his mind.
His speed was incredibly fast, both in mind and body, making quick judgnts and swift reactions. He clenched his fists, swift, accurate, fierce, and ruthless!
But this was rely a feint; he clenched his fists pretending to strike but swiftly crouched down for a leg sweep, knocking down three of the four who ca at him.
As three more followed, he sprang up, faced with a standard attack, he t them without change, catching one of them with a reverse grip.
Using this person as a shield, another opponent’s high kick hit the guard.
Quickly twisting behind this guard to break through, he delivered a left hook directly onto the guard’s face, knocking him to the ground imdiately.
Another guard was so scared that he barely dared to advance.
Back in the camps, they had seen Di Mingchen’s formidable hand-to-hand combat skills. It wouldn’t be exaggeration to say thirty against him didn’t stand much chance without him even using feints, let alone with strategy and tactics.
Mainly because his attack speed was fast, his punches were fierce, almost disorienting opponents with one hit, and most importantly, he effectively used people as shields.
Through long-term training, his punches could deliver a force of nearly two hundred kilograms, and his kicks three hundred kilograms, easily breaking a few ribs.
So...
The last guard was nearly in tears from fear. The true strength of Di Mingchen had never truly been witnessed by anyone. They had only experienced it during military exercises, which were already unimaginably powerful, let alone facing real enemies.
The commander of the Empire’s military and political district wasn’t given the position for nothing; without real skills, it would be impossible!
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