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12: Chapter 12 One skill isn’t enough, let’s get another one!Back to the present, Luofeng Slope.

Zhao Gang wiped a handful of wolf blood from his face; it was warm and sticky.

In front of him, the Wind Demon Wolf King, which had been overbearing just moments ago, now had its head drooping at a bizarre angle, blood still spurting from the wound on its neck at an extremely slow speed, like a leaky faucet.

The surroundings were very quiet, or rather, it was a stretched-out clamor. Within his field of vision, the Wind Demon Wolves, Shadow Leopards, and Giant Lizards had all become insects sealed in amber.

”What are you all staring for? Get your souls back here!”

Zhao Gang kicked the dazed battalion commander next to him in the backside and pulled his combat knife out of the Wolf King, trailing a string of slow-motion blood droplets. ”Are you touring a zoo? Those are points! Military merits! Capital for bragging in the future!”

He pointed at the dense beast tide in front of them, which was struggling to lift its legs but remained motionless, and roared at the top of his lungs, ”Usually these bastards run faster than rabbits, and even bullets can’t catch them. Now Heaven has fed us right to our mouths; if you still don’t know how to open them, then all of you get the Hell back and babysit!”

This shout was like a clap of thunder, calling everyone’s souls back into their bodies.

The soldiers looked at the high-level exotic beasts they usually avoided at all costs. Now, each one was like a specimen waiting for dissection, and their original fear vanished instantly.

The tide of battle had turned.

”You sons of bitches, weren’t you pretty fierce just now? Huh? Be fierce again for your grandpa to see!”

The Young Soldier, who had previously hooked the pull ring of a Glory Grenade onto his finger, was now grumbling as he hung the grenade back on his waist. After thinking for a bit, he took it out again, feeling it wasn’t enough, and added another one, crisply pulling the rings of both together.

Less than half a meter in front of him was an Elite-level Rock Giant Lizard.

This thing was covered in heavy armor, usually a rampaging biological tank, but right now, it was wide-mouthed, with a roar seemingly brewing deep in its throat. Unfortunately, the sound seemed stuck by glue and couldn’t come out for the life of it.

Young Soldier grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth on his soot-covered face. He reached out and, like stuffing buns into a nephew’s mouth, gently yet firmly shoved the sizzling, smoking grenades into the Giant Lizard’s two massive nostrils.

After stuffing them in, he thoughtfully poked them further with his gun barrel to ensure they were deep inside.

The Giant Lizard’s vertical pupils contracted extremely slowly, a human-like despair and terror spreading in its eyes. It watched helplessly as this weak human did all this, then cockily patted its nose and ran away.

Three seconds later.

”Puff—”

A muffled bang.

Two plumes of black smoke puffed out of the Giant Lizard’s nostrils. Its massive body swayed and then collapsed like a toppling golden mountain or a falling jade pillar. An internal explosion; the skin didn’t even break. It passed away peacefully.

This kind of scene was happening everywhere across the battlefield.

There was no intense exchange of fire, no life-threatening combat.

A Wind Demon Wolf that previously required a squad’s coordination and thousands of bullets to barely suppress now only needed a private to walk up and give it a vicious stab in the eye socket or soft belly.

There were even soldiers who had gone into a killing frenzy and didn’t even bother using knives; they directly swung their rifle butts, knocking down the Shadow Leopards frozen in mid-air one by one like they were playing baseball.

”Refreshing! This is so damn refreshing!”

Zhao Gang had never felt so exhilarated in his life. He felt like he wasn’t on a battlefield, but rather playing a hack-and-slash game with cheats enabled.

Just then, the ground began to vibrate rhythmically, and a rumbling sound echoed.

Zhao Gang turned his head.

On the horizon behind him, billowing dust rose like a long dragon.

Heavy tracks crushed the soil, and turbocharged engines let out low growls.

Dozens of steel torrents tore through the night, their long, thick barrels glinting with a cold light under the searchlights.

The Seventh Army Group’s ace armored division, codenamed ”Dragon Spine,” had arrived.

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