I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 650 - 379: The King’s pet has arrived at the battlefield

Chapter 650: Chapter 379: The King’s pet has arrived at the battlefield

When Chen Yun began his slumber evolution.

The whole world did not become quiet like he fell asleep.

Conflicts still filled every corner.

The arrival of the new era inevitably came with innumerable growing pains.

Following King Bing Chen’s will.

The major countries actively and tirelessly attempted to capture and suppress resistance forces all over the world, from day to night without any pause.

Chen Yun did not participate in any of it.

After all, having the King personally deal with local resistance forces that haven’t gained traction was entirely unnecessary.

It’s no longer just like using a high-powered cannon to swat a mosquito.

It can be fully described as using a Star Destroyer to swat a mosquito.

In short, this kind of small matter didn’t need him to get involved, he casually ordered a non-human subordinate to join in.

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Beijing Time, June 11, at 3 a.m., East Africa Time, June 10, at 10 p.m.

On the East African Grassland at 10 p.m.

The sky was pristine, stars adorned the deep night sky.

The Milky Way was clearly visible, like a silver ribbon crossing the sky.

The temperature on the grassland gradually dropped, the daytime heat slowly dissipated, replaced by a refreshing breeze gently blowing through, bringing coolness and tranquility.

On this vast and boundless grassland, the animals, noisy during the day, began to enter rest mode, but the night was the time for other creatures to be active.

Occasionally, the distant sound of lions’ low growls echoed through the silent night, both marking their territory and calling their pride.

Zebras and antelopes, as herbivores, cautiously gathered together, listening alertly to the surrounding movements to prevent any unexpected events.

Suddenly, a violent explosion sounded.

Followed by continuous gunfire, breaking the night’s tranquility.

The explosion was like thunder booming across the sky, sending nearby dust and debris high, forming columns of smoke, glaring under the starry sky.

The gunfire was sporadic, bullets whistling through the night sky, occasionally some stray shots hit the ground, stirring up patches of dust.

Amidst this sudden chaos, the animals on the grassland panicked, fleeing in all directions.

The lions’ low growls turned into angry roars, while zebras and antelopes ran frantically, trying to escape the dangerous place.

Even the birds flying in the night sky were startled, flapping their wings and disappearing into the distance.

Clearly.

An unexpected encounter battle occurred in this vast grassland.

The gunfire didn’t last long.

Seeing several soldiers dressed in camouflage uniforms dashed out from hiding, quickly carrying different clothed injured men on their backs, swiftly seeking new cover.

One soldier reported the situation through a walkie-talkie: "This is AF Squad #36, we are under enemy attack, request support!"

After speaking.

They took the injured man and hid in a new concealed spot.

They were the British Elite of the Five Countries Joint Forces, responsible for clearing nearby regions of resistance forces.

At that moment.

They acted as scouts, first exploring the general situation of the nearby region.

After all, the strength of the Five Great Countries was somewhat insufficient, as worldwide eradication of resistance forces had exhausted all intelligence capabilities, with all satellites operating at full capacity.

So only their small four-man squad was here to investigate nearby unwilling private armed forces.

They explored this area, only to encounter enemy alert personnel, it seemed they found the right place.

Luckily, they were battle-hardened elites.

They quickly dealt with two ordinary mercenary level guys, even capturing one as a source of information.

Pondering.

The squad leader glanced at this man.

The man lay on the ground curled up, seemingly trying to minimize the sensation of pain.

His originally healthy wheat-colored skin now appeared dull due to a mixture of sweat and dust.

His face had a few visible scars, with one stretching from his left brow to his cheekbone, evidently an old wound from combat.

Breathing was rapid and irregular, each inhalation seemed to consume all his strength.

The man’s left arm was simply bandaged with a cloth strip, the blood had already seeped through, staining most of the sleeve red. His right knee was also noticeably swollen, making him limp when walking.

Despite the severe injuries, his closed eyes and resolute expression showed he was not ready to easily give up thoughts of resistance.

The squad leader knelt down, illuminated the man’s face with a flashlight, trying to read some useful information from his eyes.

But the man’s eyes remained tightly shut, seemingly enduring great pain, or perhaps waiting for something.

"Brothers, treat his wounds first." The squad leader quietly ordered, "We need to ensure he can hold on until support arrives."

There was such a commotion here, surely someone would come soon.

So they must quickly withdraw.

Interrogation couldn’t be conducted here.

One of the other three soldiers responded, assisting the squad leader in using a portable first aid kit to treat the man’s wounds.

The remaining two still maintained vigilance over the surroundings.

During this process, the man occasionally moaned quietly from the intense pain, but his consciousness remained clear throughout.

While treating the wound, the squad leader observed the man, secretly assessing the situation in his mind.

He knew this injured man might hold important information, and this intelligence was crucial for upcoming operations.