The enemy troops have already appeared on the horizon.
If it were a clear day and both sides were on the sa altitude line, then their appearance on the horizon would an there’s only... five kiloters between us.
This distance for the chanized Infantry is almost a blink away.
Nearly six hours have passed since the battle started.
The sky is faintly bright—originally a symbol of hope at dawn—now delivering bad news to Qing Chen...
Surrounded, a lone struggle.
Qing Chen muttered to Boss He on his back: "Boss He, looks like we’re gonna be brothers in hardship. I was just planning in my mind to carve out a cetery for you on Whale Island, so you could watch the developnt of Kyushu, Kunlun, and the Ti Traveler’s Academy—the prosperity as you wished. Now it seems, it’ll be as we both wish..."
At this mont, Qing Chen has been killing for a full six hours; his Knight Aura is depleted, the Power Bank is in cooldown, internal thunder pulp exhausted, and controlled Puppets all dead.
Only the Silhouette still stands beside him.
Now, even more enemies are coming...
Who can make sense of this!
As he glanced around, just turning his body caused piercing pain from the three ribs broken by the Silver City Duke’s kick.
Any slight movent is unendurably painful.
With fractures, they don’t hurt much initially; the brain even sends self-protective signals to block the pain.
However, when the first few minutes of brain protection pass and it realizes you’re not dying, it unleashes the pain fully, making you grit your teeth.
Qing Chen took a cold breath, feeling that any movent at his three broken ribs was like being pierced by three daggers.
If it weren’t for the Dragon Fish Blessing strengthening his bones, he’d probably have been killed by that kick.
"It’s just one misfortune after another, Boss He," Qing Chen didn’t know his own reasons; he feels exceptionally lonely in this battlefield, craving conversation despite not caring if the other answers.
It’s already at a dead-end.
Qing Chen couldn’t think of a good way to break through.
He didn’t even know how to survive.
He seriously promised Boss He on his back: "I’ll take you ho."
A knight’s promise is priceless.
The next mont, Qing Chen carefully analyzed the enemy’s strategic distribution.
Heading east is certainly impossible; that’s the Royal Family’s Air Fleet and he’s powerless against those airborne airships.
The Silver City Army is similarly arrayed to the west, north, and south—each comprising nearly ten thousand chanized infantry divisions.
The terrain around is open; only in the southwest direction—the woods he once fought out from—does the terrain obscure visibility.
However, the next mont, enemy drones have already spotted Qing Chen from the sky...
Qing Chen initially planned to use the Shadow strategy to engage the battlefield, tearing open a path using powerful breakout thods.
But the enemy had no intention of approaching further.
Upon discovering Qing Chen, the Silver City Army imdiately deployed an artillery barrage to cover the area where Qing Chen is.
"Damn!"
No longer worrying about his chest pain, Qing Chen turned and sprinted towards the northwest woods; any delay would an death!
Yet the efficiency of the Silver City Army was faster than he imagined, launching a barrage of firepower from the horizon like a dragon and tiger roar.
This was the first ti Qing Chen had seen such a massive cannon operation—three artillery positions completing a firepower coverage within five kiloters!
Catching the fire’s light in his peripheral vision, Qing Chen felt a bit numb.
Due to the difference of East-West Continent artillery shells, even seeing the cannon barrel angle, he couldn’t calculate their ballistic path; he knew nothing about the explosive powder’s weight.
At this mont, shells flew across kiloters...
Desperate!
Betting!
The next mont, Qing Chen placed Boss He on the ground, covering him with his body and then with two Shadows!
Covering Boss He tightly!
The two Shadows’ hands were deeply embedded in the earth to avoid being blown away by the explosion, and Qing Chen stabbed the ground with his blood-red Longsword to stabilize himself.
He could only pray no shell would land right next to him!
Fire coverage doesn’t an every square ter gets blasted to turn it into plowed ground.
It calculates the shell’s damage radius; for instance, an 80-ter radius ans spacing shells every 70-80 ters.
Typically.
A barrage may drop shells every 10 to 80 ters, depending entirely on the shell’s power.
But Qing Chen felt that the Silver City Army must hate him, firing even more fiercely!
The shells landed.
Soon, Qing Chen felt the ground rumbling, ear-piercing explosions constantly ringing, leaving only a buzzing noise in his ears.
Two shells landed just ten ters to his left and right!
Qing Chen made a judgnt; the opponent used 60-ter radius shells within 20-ter intervals.
The opponent was using a cost-no-objective approach to send him off.
Each shrapnel hitting the two Shadows caused pain feedback to the host, nearly making Qing Chen faint.
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