Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1469 - 57: Warhammer Group Leader

Chapter 1469: Chapter 57: Warhammer Group Leader

"This is impossible!" A man in a suit and glasses crushed the coffee cup in his hand, lost his elegant composure, abruptly stood up, and screamed.

The faces of the group leaders present all looked terribly ugly, especially the fatty who had just been adamantly sure of a great victory over the enemy—now he was so ashamed he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

On the screen, the gap in our front line, like a knocked-out incisor, mocked their naivety and ignorance.

"Team battles are like this, the margin for error is extremely low, one command mistake, and the price could be the cost of a life," the blonde man said with a cold tone, chastising the group leaders while his gaze intensely focused on the battle, drawn to four individuals.

Apart from Dantai who directed the combat, and the assisting Natasha, the War King was as strong as the intelligence reports had stated. However, what surprised him the most was the fair and handsome young man.

His team, the Conquerors, had an overwhelming number of members, his prestige commanded widespread respect, and he could even make a genius like Dantai willingly serve as his deputy, heeding his commands.

You have to know, a person like Dantai, in any team, could take on the role of the group leader and perform better than most others.

Of course, though Tang Zheng didn’t speak much, his subsequent actions continuously raised the blonde man’s assessment and increased his threat level.

Trojan Squad’s first round of ferocious attack was like a world-overturning tsunami, which left the enemy dumbfounded. Tang Zheng and the War King keenly grasped the opportunity and opened fire with full firepower.

Tang Zheng entered Hero Mode, teleported, and appeared fifty meters away, reaching out with one hand, a middle-aged man two hundred meters away was pulled by gravity, shot over like a cannon shell.

"Don’t!" The middle-aged man was already fearful upon seeing his own side’s casualties. Now thrown out of his group and directly facing the enemy, he became terrified and let out a piercing cry.

Due to the violent emotional upheaval, the middle-aged man’s reaction was a half beat slow. By the time he thought of defending himself, it was already too late.

In the eyes of the Conquerors on both sides, they saw the unfortunate soul, his face stricken with panic. He had just flown up to the young man when his body, like butter sliced by a sharp dinner knife, was severed into five pieces and flew past him.

Blood and viscera were splashed towards Tang Zheng, but they eerily hovered three meters away, then turned into a meat sauce as the young man clenched his right hand.

The Protectors took a hard hit, their morale already dropping, and upon hearing their companion’s screams and seeing how easily he was annihilated, they hesitated in shock.

Not only the frontline, but even the Protectors from both flanks and the rear, who were catching up, began to tremble with fear. They subconsciously guessed Tang Zheng’s method of attack and contemplated how to prevent it.

"Die!" Tang Zheng reached out with one hand and grabbed another Conqueror.

"You go to die!" This one kept his cool and launched an attack.

Above Tang Zheng’s head, space suddenly split open, numerous snakes fell down, but they were crushed into minced meat by the gravity well before they could even get close.

Similarly, this guy did not touch Tang Zheng; he was beheaded as he approached, his head with eyes wide open in anger, rolled to the side.

Tang Zheng’s wild onslaught greatly boosted the morale of his own soldiers, and the Conquerors roared in a fierce attack.

"Kill him!" A group leader among the Protectors, with decent insight, knew they couldn’t let Tang Zheng continue to be so arrogant, so he ordered his subordinates to fire volleys.

Some heard the command and released their attacks, but they were blocked by an invisible gravity barrier.

"This guy is a tough enemy!" The man with glasses gasped in surprise.

"Nonsense, the two he just killed were ordinary third-order, I could have done the same and killed them instantly," a group leader wouldn’t admit defeat, trying to save some face.

"You? His combat awareness could throw you eight streets away. He struck at the first opportunity, perfectly capturing the pause of the Protectors after they were attacked. That moment was the safest, and the two targets he chose were also spot-on—one was third-order, who could be killed instantly, not only snatching kills but also boosting the confidence of the group members, inspiring morale," the blonde man said disdainfully, "If it were you, I’m afraid you couldn’t even pick out the third-order from a crowd."

"Don’t all protective clothing look the same? How did he tell?" The fatty fell silent; indeed, he could not pick them out as he was a brute force soldier.

"It’s quite easy to do. Look at our lines. These weak third-order guys generally prioritize self-preservation, so their positions tend to be more in the rear, then there are facial expressions and response tactics. If they were really experienced fighters, they would have activated their shields for defense long ago," the man with glasses pulled out a handkerchief embroidered with roses and wiped the coffee that had splashed onto his hand.

"How do you know they will prioritize self-protection? Look, there are some who rush quite to the front," the fatty argued.

"Humph, after struggling in the Cruel Trojan World for so long, almost all the reckless ones are dead. Who isn’t cautious? Even if there are one or two exceptions, it doesn’t matter. The number of those inclined to self-preservation is always the greatest," the man with glasses put away the handkerchief, regained his composure, and sat back down, "There’s no chance of winning now, tell them to retreat. At least fewer will die."

"This guy is indeed cunning!" Fatty observed carefully and finally discovered some tricks.

After encouraging everyone, Tang Zheng stopped attacking and hid among the teams, following the large group, while the other Conquerors, thinking they were in control of the situation, attacked fiercely, vying for kills and reveling in the slaughter.

Even so, the killing speed of these invaders could not match that of the Group Leader; whenever he made a move, he could always precisely target Conquerors below Third-order and easily secure instant kills.

"It’s not just that, this guy also wants to gain the recognition of the War King and the favor of some Conquerors through battle, because combat achievements are capital, which can make everyone take them seriously and add chips for negotiation and cooperation!" The purple-haired woman clicked her tongue, compared Dantai and Tang Zheng, and suddenly changed her mind, "I’ve decided, I still want this one, I really want to humiliate him!"

Watching Tang Zheng’s performance, the purple-haired woman licked her red lips, brimming with interest.

"Hehe, sister, your hobby of torturing men hasn’t changed, can your little sister enjoy it with you?" A white-collar woman wearing commuting clothes and black-rimmed glasses teased the purple-haired woman, laughing unscrupulously.

The gentlemen present frowned a bit; they had heard of the battle records of these two women, saying that describing them as cruel as snakes and scorpions was an understatement.

"Why is this happening? Our strength isn’t bad, right?" Watching the one-sided situation on the screen, Fatty couldn’t understand how a circle of ambush formed by more than five hundred Conquerors was broken so easily.

"It’s simple, they saw through our tactics of harassment, division, and isolation and destruction," the blonde man explained, "Most teams, when under a surprise attack and in a state of uncertainty, would generally choose to conserve their strength and wait and see, taking action only when the situation becomes slightly clearer. But they chose to unleash their firepower without any reservation."

"We may have the numbers, but we are not united. Playing when the wind is favorable and picking up cheap victories is one thing, but once a counterattack occurs, it’s certain to shrink back and choose self-preservation," the purple-haired woman replied indifferently while continuing to trim her nails.

The Group Leaders fell into thought, and the strength of their enemy made them put away any underestimation.

"What are you worrying about? That was just a second-tier team; even if they are defeated, it won’t result in any significant loss. Instead, it will deplete the invaders’ strength," the bespectacled man cooled down and began to think.

The blonde man had actually thought about the probability of this situation occurring and rushed back to the Command Center. It was all an act: one to blame Wild God for not respecting orders, hoping to gain the command, and the other to deliberately leave the battlefield, intentionally allowing the situation to deteriorate, setting up his own Conquerors.

"You performed better than I thought," the blonde man regretted a bit. If he had known the enemy was so formidable, he should have taken command, at least not to let them leave so easily.

"Look quick, the War King is taking action!" Fatty shouted and the Group Leaders’ eyes shifted to the screen, but the next second, it went black.

Vasily released the Iron Curtain Mist and simultaneously unleashed the White Blade Assault ability.

"EMP hand grenades, directional deployment!" Natasha commanded the team in combat.

The Soviet soldiers took off the hand grenades from their waists and threw them around. After exploding, blue electromagnetic waves spilled out, causing full-spectrum EMP interference and blockade, severing electronic signal transmission in the area and destroying all electronic equipment.

On the battlefield, cutting off the enemy’s communication and crippling command is the top priority.

The soldiers used AK47s, but the bullets they shot caused S-level damage. They collaborated by suppressing and focusing fire, and in an instant, they cleared six Conquerors.

"Why can you use weapons?" Fu Tianxiao exclaimed, puzzled.

As the world’s second-ranked team, they naturally had some trump cards. The military coats they wore were actually SMS Battle Suit Illusions, which come with built-in storage space, so the wristwatch lockdown had minimal impact on them.

Under the boost of the White Blade Assault, Vasily’s team became a precision bloodthirsty machine, beginning the slaughter and leaving behind a blood-filled ground.

Crazy Ivan laughed heartily, launching a fierce charge. With each swing of his arms, he threw out a multitude of bombs, raining down on the enemy formation like hailstones; explosions raged.

At this moment, aside from Tang Zheng and Dantai, the Russians became the most dazzling presence on the battlefield, dimming the light of nearly all other Conquerors.

"Comrade General, please conserve your combat strength," Natasha reminded, seeing Vasily preparing to join the battle, "In the current situation, there’s no need for you to take action."

"Chinese kid, where do you plan to run for retreat? Rest assured, I’ve already deployed interference; the enemy won’t eavesdrop on our conversation," Vasily ran over to Tang Zheng, patting him on the shoulder, "You did well just now."

"After breaking through, take a detour to the north side!" Tang Zheng quickly gave the answer.

"Why?" Some Conquerors questioned, "The enemies are thickest there; the southeast has the fewest."

"It’s precisely because there are the most enemies there that we should run in that direction," Dantai answered, "It’s obvious they want to drive us towards the southeast. If I were the enemy’s commander, knowing that it’s impossible to annihilate the enemy completely, I would definitely set up a series of traps. So there, it must be full of traps."

As the enemy continued to retreat, and their resistance weakened, everyone began to consider their escape routes. They understood that Trojan could no longer help, and they could only rely on themselves to survive. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)