Fang Xin exhaled.
He looked up at the figure in the sky.
Unlike Bai Mao Zai, Zhao Qinghu carried a rogue air from years of military service, yet beneath this roguishness, a vast and iron-blooded aura of command and slaughter subtly emerged.
With Zhao Qinghu's appearance,
three other figures appeared from the other three directions.
Fang Xin focused his gaze and realized it was Ye Xing, Liang Feng, and Chen Shaoyi.
It must be said, the Crown Princes in this small group were truly loyal.
After Fang Xin uttered just one sentence, they all came.
Luosai Hu, plus the reinforcements he had summoned, totaled seventeen thousand men. He had believed he was secure today and had already planned where to hold the victory banquet.
What he never expected was that he had truly underestimated the person he was trying to apprehend today. This Strength-based Mangfu not only brought Tai Shi Bo from the Ninth Division to personally rescue him, but also Zhao Qinghu, the future successor of the Eastern Military Region.
He, too, came from a military background and naturally knew the immense importance of this roguish young man.
Luosai Hu racked his brain, unable to comprehend why a Mangfu would warrant Zhao Qinghu leading troops to rescue him. It wasn't just Zhao Qinghu, a major general from the Eastern Military Region, but also three colonels, who had likewise led troops, totaling over thirty thousand men.
Moreover, the other party even called Fang Xin 'Ge' (older brother), clearly indicating an extraordinary identity. Luosai Hu's mind exploded. He thought, 'Whose Crown Prince is this, coming out to join the fun?'
He had truly kicked an iron plate this time.
As Zhao Qinghu led his troops forward,
Luosai Hu's subordinates instantly fell into disarray.
If it were an ordinary, unknown general leading troops, they might have been able to rally, but with Zhao Qinghu here, who wouldn't panic?
It wasn't just Luosai Hu's men who were bewildered.
Even many of Fang Xin's own team members were stunned.
"Holy crap! Xin Ge! You called Zhao Qinghu?" Shi Tailang was the first to exclaim.
Just now, he had said that Zhao Qinghu had enough pride, and that even some people of status might not be able to get along with Zhao Qinghu. But he never expected that in such a short time, Fang Xin had directly summoned Zhao Qinghu.
Besides that, there were several other figures around, and by their appearance, they were clearly there to rescue Fang Xin.
Zhang Zhen's mouth opened slightly. He looked at the back of Fang Xin's head, then at Zhao Qinghu and the others, becoming even more impressed with Fang Xin. He sighed, 'Is this the Crown Prince of the Ninth Division? He directly summoned so many heavyweights of the younger generation. This small circle they've formed is completely the circle of future successors from various major powers.'
Tai Shi Bo turned his head to glance at Fang Xin, then merely smiled. He didn't seem surprised that Fang Xin could summon Zhao Qinghu. It was well-known within the Ninth Division that Fang Xin and Bai Mao Zai were practically inseparable, and Bai Mao Zai and Zhao Qinghu were also good friends who were practically inseparable. So, it was only natural that Fang Xin could summon Zhao Qinghu.
Zhao Qinghu, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a roguish grin on his half-closed phoenix eyes, slowly stood up from the cabin door. Zhao Qinghu leaped out.
The moment he leaped, a colossal phantom blurred around Zhao Qinghu's body. The phantom enveloped Zhao Qinghu, and in the next second, two dazzling spiritual energy orbs abruptly emerged from behind him. The orbs stretched and expanded, eventually forming two wings spanning over twelve meters.
As the wings flapped, the sea below was stirred into waves.
Zhao Qinghu's wings behind him suddenly flapped, and he sped towards Luosai Hu.
Luosai Hu's pupils constricted. He quickly shouldered his sniper rifle and, without even aiming, fired a shot based purely on instinct.
A six-centimeter diameter bullet shot towards Zhao Qinghu.
Zhao Qinghu's lips curled in disdain. The bullet was fast, but Zhao Qinghu was faster. In an instant, he charged in front of Luosai Hu, swooped down, grabbed Luosai Hu, and soared back into the sky.
Beneath the dark sky, Zhao Qinghu stood between the water and the heavens. With one hand, he took out a cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, bit the filter, and pulled it out. With the other hand, he lifted the newly captured Luosai Hu. The barrel of Luosai Hu's gun was still red and hot. Zhao Qinghu leaned over to light his cigarette, took a satisfying puff, and then, with a clean and decisive motion, uttered a single word to the ground below.
"Kill!"
Immediately, the shouts of killing roared!
Fang Xin looked at Zhao Qinghu flying in mid-air and sighed, thinking that he had believed Bai Mao Zai had monopolized the title of 'King of Swagger,' but he never expected there was another 'King of Swagger' here.
Thirty thousand troops against over ten thousand, a two-to-one advantage. With Zhao Qinghu in command above, and Tai Shi Bo, Ye Xing, Liang Feng, and Chen Shaoyi below, even if there were experts among the enemy, their morale was already significantly weaker from the start. Now, with their commander captured, their morale completely collapsed. The moment the two sides engaged, the enemy troops almost immediately abandoned their armor and weapons, utterly disintegrating.
Members of the Ninth Division received combat training during their academy years. In large-scale army operations, the Ninth Division's responsibilities included infiltrating enemy lines to destroy their rear camps, or, on the front lines, hunting down enemy officers to disrupt their command system and lead to a complete collapse.
A small number of the enemy troops remained calm and requested support from the Ark.
Zhao Qinghu glanced at the time. When he realized that the enemy had already dispatched people towards their location, he gave an order, and all the troops withdrew in an orderly fashion.
A layer of corpses floated on the sea.
This battle, neither too big nor too small, lasted only a little over ten minutes. Our casualties were only a few hundred, while the enemy's casualties reached over eight thousand.
Fang Xin was pulled onto Zhao Qinghu's plane.
Zhao Qinghu put his arm around Fang Xin's shoulder and offered him a cigarette from his pack.
"I don't smoke these, Zhao Ge!"
Zhao Qinghu raised an eyebrow, "You don't smoke, just like Bai Mao!"
Ye Xing, Liang Feng, and Chen Shaoyi also came over, and they all introduced themselves to each other.
"Finally, we meet in person! Come on, I've already had food and drinks prepared. Let's brothers have a good drink. Oh? Where's Sleep God? Is he coming?" Zhao Qinghu looked around.
"Who is Sleep God?" Fang Xin asked, puzzled.
Zhao Qinghu smiled and explained, "That's Tai Shi Bo from your Ninth Division. We were in the same school from elementary to high school. That kid sleeps at least twenty out of twenty-four hours a day, so our teacher nicknamed him 'Sleep God.' We've called him that ever since we were little!"
Fang Xin found the nickname quite fitting for Tai Shi Bo.
On the way back, Fang Xin's zhilian device vibrated. There was a new mission: lead a team to the North front within twenty-four hours.
Zhao Qinghu, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said, "They're rushing you to the North battlefield, aren't they?"
Fang Xin affirmed.
"If you win this battle on the North front, you'll get at least three months of rest!"
Ye Xing interjected, "Three months won't solve anything. It can't fundamentally fix the problem. The Eternal Night Army, if they can't win, they just retreat into the Land of Eternal Night, and we're helpless."
Liang Feng's voice was a bit muffled, "Brother Hu, I heard that the Elf King, one of the Seven Kings, is in the Land of Eternal Night and is said to be reawakening. Have you heard about this?"