Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1466 - 54: The King of War

Chapter 1466: Chapter 54: The King of War

"Heh heh, quite a crowd here." Pugachev appeared in the Square, saw Tang Zheng, waved his hand in greeting, and walked over.

As expected of someone from a top ten team, his personality was quite flamboyant, without a hint of worry on his face. Of course, this was also Pugachev’s strategy to draw everyone’s attention to the Warhammer Team—after all, they had more people and would attract the looks that would have otherwise been on him.

"Who are you?" Li Huiwen stepped forward, blocking Pugachev, posing in a protective stance for Tang Zheng.

"Don’t worry, beauty; I’m a friend from afar!" Pugachev raised his hands to show he was not hostile.

This handsome Soviet man had a tall and robust build, was wearing a brown flight jacket, had black hair, his skin slightly pale, seemingly of mixed heritage, and very attractive.

Pugachev smiled at Dong Zixuan, who looked at him skeptically, and made a V-sign with his fingers. Despite appearing relaxed, he was internally vigilant—this team had many Conquerors, and with his perceptive eyes, he could tell there were no newbies among them.

The reason Trojan Squad in the Square paid more attention to Tang Zheng and his companions was their large number, which in another sense was also a testament to the strength of the Warhammer Team.

"What does your tensed-up muscle mean? Are you nervous, on guard against us?" Dantai countered. "Or is it that you have done some shady dealings that you are hiding from everyone?"

The gazes around once again converged on Pugachev, almost piercing through him.

"I recognize him; he’s Pugachev, the Prince of Aerial Combat from the ’Moscow Doesn’t Believe in Tears’ team—the strongest fearless fighter in aerial combat across the entire Trojan World," a young man exclaimed, quite surprised.

"You mean that blowhard who said, ’The sky is my corridor’?"

"What do you care about him? If Pugachev is here, it means the King of War is also here!"

As a brown-haired Conqueror uttered the nickname "King of War," a huge gasp emanated from the entire Square like sucking the air out of the surroundings, then complete silence ensued, so much so that even heartbeats could be heard.

Conquerors looked around, awaiting the arrival of the legendary affable uncle!

Without any warning, a slender, beautiful leg wrapped in a knee-high boot and military trousers extended from thin air, followed by Natasha appearing—hands stuck in the pockets of her military coat, her head full of fluttering silver hair, as biting as the cold streams from Siberia.

"She’s the King of War’s aide-de-camp, known as one of the most beautiful women in the Trojan World!"

"I heard her ability is that of the Battlefield Dancer, the most outstanding commander, whose win rate to date remains above ninety percent!"

"So where’s the other ten percent? If she’s not always winning, it means she’s not the strongest!"

"Idiot, the remaining ten percent are, of course, draws, because her opponent is the LA Magic Night Saints Team’s Deputy Group Leader, nicknamed Emily, the Lakeside Traveler."

"Never heard of it."

"How ignorant can you be? Have you heard of the Smiling Witch?"

"Of course, isn’t that the most dreaded team battle commander, ranked second on the list of people you’d least want to face? Wait, are you talking about her?"

It’s no wonder the Conquerors were confused; there was so little information left behind by these powerful individuals, only snippets here and there, but each one highlighted their might.

"Look, someone else is coming out!"

Six team leader-level figures stepped out from the air, their cold gazes immediately scanning the surroundings. Behind them, over fifty group members, each with the power of a third-order explosive seed.

These folks were dressed in a retro style, all in Soviet military uniforms from World War II—thigh-high boots, knee-length military coats, and boat-shaped hats.

They carried AK-74 assault rifles made of oak, their bullet belts around the waist bulging with rounds, hand grenades with wooden handles hanging, and with their stern facial expressions, they looked like a mighty military force brimming with a killing aura.

The whispered murmurs and discussions immediately disappeared without a trace, and the entire Square’s atmosphere was suppressed by them.

"Blood God is so amazing, my Bismarck battlecruiser exploded again!" the King of War walked out. Although his flagship was shot down, he didn’t show any signs of frustration—in his tone, he was jesting with his subordinates.

No one responded, but everyone’s faces showed deep concern, grateful for their Group Leader’s covering retreat.

"Damn it, is the Wristwatch restricted again?" The uncle tried to retrieve vodka but failed and immediately spat out a complaint with rapid speech.

"General comrade, zero casualties in this operation, successfully evacuated from Warhammer World," Natasha stood to attention and saluted, reporting the war results.

The power of the Blood God was so immense that even Moscow, which doesn’t believe in tears, couldn’t stand against it. Escaping without casualties was already the limit, and as for the three battlecruisers, those things could be materialized en masse if the King of War so wished.

"Aide-de-camp, could you get me some vodka? I’m thirsty." The uncle scratched his head and finally took the time to look around. "So many people? Are we having a campfire party?"

No one answered, but all eyes on the square were fixated on this Russian uncle. He was Vasily Ivanovich Suvorov, a legendary figure known as the King of War and one of the seven Seeds.

The uncle had a scrubby beard, and his face was always adorned with a hearty smile. He wore a World War II paratrooper’s military hat and was dressed in a blue-and-white striped sailor shirt, somewhat old, stained with mashed potato, jam, and even some alcohol.

After being rejected by Natasha, the uncle didn’t mind and secretly pulled out a silver flask from his pocket, unscrewed it, and took a satisfying sip.

"Good thing I came prepared." The uncle clicked his tongue and pulled out a pipe made from old oak, packing it with some tobacco leaves.

Standing over two meters and twenty centimeters tall, looking like a mass of muscle, Crazy Ivan was as docile as a child in front of Vasily.

"General!" Ivan snapped his fingers, and a flame flickered at his fingertips, lighting Vasily’s pipe for him. He revered the uncle, treating him like a father.

"How many times have I told you, tobacco lit with a match tastes better?" Vasily passed the pipe to Ivan, "Wanna try?"

"Mm!" Like a child given a reward, Ivan carefully took the pipe, took a drag, and then respectfully handed it back.

"Alright, stop gawking. Go back to what you were doing," Vasily exhaled a ring of smoke and said with a laugh, "If fate brings us together in Moscow, remember to visit me at the Trio Guitar Tavern on Arbat Art Street. I’ll cook personally for you all, with a 20% discount!"

"General, stop promoting your tavern. The food you make is really awful," the blonde handsome guy Zhu Kefu teased the uncle, "Better let Aisha cook instead!"

"You brat, if you keep having designs on Aisha, I’ll break your legs," the uncle muttered on and took a swig of vodka, "I definitely don’t want my daughter marrying a playboy."

"I swear I’ll love only her!" Zhu Kefu made an oath to the heavens.

"Eh? Who was it just the day before yesterday, saying they wanted to marry all of the general’s five daughters?" The shorty nicknamed Stalin teased his friend.

"Shush!" The blonde handsome guy quickly gestured for silence, "You trying to get me killed?"

"Everyone make sure to visit, huh!" The uncle finished, turning to Tang Zheng, "I can’t help it, I’ve got a bunch of little bunnies at home to care for, and the pressure is huge."

His wife having passed away early, Vasily was raising his five daughters alone, as well as adopting the children of his comrades who had fallen in the Afghanistan War and the Second Chechen War. He was a traditional man who valued family and country and insisted on supporting his family with his own hands. Hence, even though his net worth was now counted in billions, he was still attentively running his combined inn and tavern.

"Hello, I’m Tang Zheng, the Captain of the Warhammer Team!" Tang Zheng stood neither servile nor overbearing. Seeing no hostility from the other party, he naturally wouldn’t display any either.

"These are your subordinates? Very nice!" Vasily patted Tang Zheng’s shoulder, scanning over Dantai and the others.

As a seasoned Group Leader of the Trojan World, Vasily had seen too much deception, betrayal, and abandonment. Group leaders who managed to reach Tang Zheng’s level were few and far between.

"Want to take a sip?" As a soldier, the uncle liked Tang Zheng and offered him the flask.

Natasha’s icy gaze was fixed on Tang Zheng, and Pugachev’s entourage all showed shock. It was known that the uncle’s offer meant recognition. Over the years, the number of survivors outside his Group Members who had drunk his vodka could be counted on one hand.

"Thank you!" Tang Zheng took it, had a sip, and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. It was really strong, almost like drinking pure alcohol.

"Hehe, young man, you need more practice!" Vasily wrapped an arm around Tang Zheng’s shoulder, asking as if it was the most natural thing, "So, what did you find? What’s the plan? Take us with you, will you?"

The listening Conquerors were shocked. Talk about being forward! Without considering the pressure it would put on others—being the world’s second-ranked Team, who would dare to accompany you? You will gulp them down, no question about it.

"No, wait, it would be quite safe to be with them."

A Conqueror blurted out, enlightening everyone else. Indeed, in such an unknown environment, joining forces with a strong Team greatly increased the chances of survival. Besides, the King of War seemed to have a good reputation, with no negative feedback.

"Look at the number of their Conquerors, over sixty. It’s terrifying."

It was only then that people started to grasp the depths of Moscow’s team that didn’t believe in tears—the number of Hero Level Group Members exceeded twenty.

"Making a big deal out of nothing. The King of War’s Team has always held the title of being the largest in numbers and is universally acknowledged as having the strongest Team Battle capabilities, undisputed NO.1!"

"My deputy group leader has already sent out people for reconnaissance." Tang Zheng didn’t hastily agree. Judging by Natasha’s aggressive character, he knew that if they cooperated, his side would end up as mere muscle, with no chance to have a say.

"General, please watch your language," Natasha, who had assigned the ’revolver’ to lead the vanguard squad on reconnaissance, stepped forward to Suvorov and extended a hand towards Tang Zheng, "Hello, I’m the commander of the team. If you have any questions, you can negotiate with me." (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)