Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 343 - 309: Chasing Death to the North, Not a Ferocious Beast

Chapter 343: Chapter 309: Chasing Death to the North, Not a Ferocious Beast

Faced with an enemy they just couldn’t hit.

The morale of Proluo’s Field Army had declined quite rapidly.

Especially after Zhou Ping’an had precisely targeted commanders trying to stabilize the situation and took them out, the miles-long battlefield turned into a complete mess.

On the open sides of the main road, soldiers scattered like headless flies; some even discarding their firearms to run faster.

Some, under mental strain and overshadowed by the specter of death, began to scream aloud in distress.

"Where is Brown?"

Zhou Ping’an had truly opened his eyes.

He hadn’t expected that modern field battles, once morale was broken, would be no different from ancient times with chaos and panic spreading just the same.

Under his psychic influence, he saw several soldiers in front, running like rabbits, either going mad from fear or perhaps pushed by others, fall down, unable to control their anger.

One of them even picked up his gun, shot at a comrade, and after firing, cursed and ran away in madness.

This scene was everywhere.

A real spectacle of "the one who outruns his comrades is the winner" unfolded.

"Where is Brown?"

Zhou Ping’an was relentless.

He had lost count of how many magazines he had emptied, only aware that the stash he had spent an hour preparing and had placed in his space was now greatly diminished.

While pursuing, he first eliminated those who still intended to resist.

He drove the scattered Proluo soldiers like herding ducks, slowly pressing forward.

Others might not die.

But Brown, who came forward to command the roadblock and attack, absolutely had to die.

Zhou Ping’an had a measure in his heart.

He understood clearly where things stood.

Once he had slaughtered all the commanding officers,

Anyone else who later thought recklessly about dealing with him would definitely think thrice, weighing whether their own heads could be kept safe or not.

To strike one decisive blow,

to avoid a hundred others!

To execute thoroughly,

so that all the riffraff wouldn’t dare to provoke him.

Only then could he have peace.

"Where is Brown?"

The voice thundered over the entire battlefield, making everyone’s eardrums tingle and heads spin.

The bullets, as if possessing eyes, were reaping souls.

Anyone who dared to look back would definitely receive a bullet between the eyes.

The sight of three thousand soldiers fleeing in terror was a shocking spectacle rarely observed or remembered by most people.

But today, everyone in the investigation livestream room witnessed this battle and the complete collapse of the Proluo state’s field tactics.

Gradually,

cheers filled the livestream room initially.

Later, the voices diminished.

No one else commented.

The scene was too tragic.

Pity for the like, sorrow for the fallen.

Anyone who empathized with these soldiers being mercilessly slaughtered could not feel joy.

They understood very clearly that they too were vulnerable.

"The one wearing the tall ceremonial hat and adorned with medals is General Brown."

Finally, a soldier could no longer bear the mental strain and cried out, "He ran the fastest, right at the front."

Like a virus spreading, following this soldier’s shout,

from all directions, people yelled, "The one with the big hat and medals is the general."

Hearing this sound,

General Brown, seeing the momentum was lost and being the first to sprint ahead with long strides, felt a chill in his heart.

He didn’t dare lift his head.

He tore off his cap in one swift motion.

He ripped off his exquisite, ornate uniform in just a moment.

His heart pounding, he fled toward a nearby mountain.

Before launching the attack,

while surveying the terrain with binoculars, he had unexpectedly spotted a familiar figure.

He hadn’t expected Old Man Jones to be watching from the side of the battlefield.

But the old man was stubborn, didn’t show much respect to superiors, and had an unpleasing character.

General Brown disliked him quite a bit.

He had simply thought of ways to send him far into the red rocks of the forest to smith.

It was out of sight, out of mind.

During the war, he certainly wouldn’t bother about him.

If he saw him, he would pretend not to.

To avoid having to listen to the old man’s nagging.

Now, in a crisis, however, the first person he thought of was not someone else but the internally despised old man.

Because, Jones was the only S-class powerhouse within Proluo State.

If there was anyone who could save him in this situation, it was Jones.

At this moment, General Brown deeply regretted.

He regretted not using the forbidden weapon right away.

If he had known he would be defeated so miserably.

Either ignore the chaos within the city or risk enduring the scolding from the upper echelons and brace for a court trial, they had to use that kind of weapon.

Regrettably, it was already too late.

"As long as I can escape, this person must die in Proluo State."

General Brown resolutely thought, and seeing he was not far from Jones, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes.

There was a sudden surge of shouting from behind.

"The one in the white shirt is Brown..."

Frightened, he quickly tore off his white shirt, baring his arms as he sprinted forward, stumbled, and fell flat on his face.

Ignoring the severe pain from his teeth falling out, he quickly wiped the blood from his nose, struggling to his feet and running as he cried out, "Mr. Jones, save me, please save me."

He had already spotted the old man with the white beard.

And the young officer beside him who wore a face full of reluctance.

"What’s his name? Seems like it’s White, got demoted to logistics for distributing military clothes and shoes because he offended his staff colleagues with his speechlessness... Seems to be quite close to Old Man Jones, they have a good relationship."

Brown saw that Old Man Jones appeared to ignore his cries for help. Unable to help himself, Brown turned his gaze to White, his eyes pleading.

The terrified shouts from behind grew closer and closer.

He knew that the "God of Slaughter" was approaching.

The other party closed in steadily.

The possibility of a bullet coming at any time made Brown shiver all over, his voice trembling for help as if a young beast was whining.

"Brown, do you remember how I begged you to distribute supplies to help the widows of those old comrades, and what you said?"

The sarcasm in Old Man Jones’s eyes slowly faded as he looked up to the sky, his eyes filled with sadness.

He remembered how those brave warriors, in order to fight those powerful Ferocious Beasts, had charged into the beast clusters, holding explosives.

"You said the rules above are set, the ration is only so much, resources must first be allocated to weaponry, to defend against another possible attack from the Forest of Blazing Flames."

"Brown, it’s not that I don’t want to save you, the rules bind this old man. The military regulations for the S-rank Gene Modifiers stipulate no internal wars, no conflicts with civilians. Unless it’s a beast attacking the city, I can’t take active action..."

Jones slowly enumerated the rules.

Just like how in the general’s office back then, General Brown bureaucratically used the rules and regulations to reject his requests methodically.

"But it’s Zhuxia people he’s slaughtering, and as an Eagle Alliance warrior, you have a duty to defend..."

"Is he a Ferocious Beast?"

Jones asked earnestly.

That question left Brown speechless.

After all said and done.

The military rules, the guardians of the city who are S-rank powerhouses, are commanded not to instigate human wars, they may defend reactively, but not attack proactively...

This rule, seemingly considering the civilians.

Is also more humane.

Especially respects human rights.

To prevent some from using their powerful forces to clandestinely manipulate various methods to seize power.

Initially, Brown thought it was a good rule.

But now, he felt it was utterly ridiculous.

The incoming enemy, although not a Ferocious Beast, was more terrifying by comparison.

Most terrifying of all was that the opponent didn’t play by the rules.

Clearly reaching S-rank power, yet still brutally attacking civilians without mercy.

How could this be?

Brown felt somewhat bewildered.

His eyes filled with despair...

Not far behind, a voice said, "Of course, I’m not a Ferocious Beast."

Zhou Ping’an had already caught up to Brown, his focus not on Brown but on the burly old man with the white beard.

Through Mental Induction, the aura emanating from the old man was like a volcano, containing a scorching and explosive massive energy.

’So, the real S-ranks, the Commander Rank masters, really have a source of energy within their bodies.’

Thinking of the previous Blood Eagle.

And then looking at the old man.

Zhou Ping’an knew why those who reached this level were much stronger than others.

Because, inside their bodies, there was an energy reactor.

The Core Bead left behind by the Blood Eagle, purchased for two billion Zhuxia currency by Major General Chu of the Dongjiang Field Army along with the body of the Blood Eagle.

And as for Old Man Jones, there was also a blazing orb of energy at the Danzhong Acupoint.

Although restrained, a kind of forceful energy quality that even Zhou Ping’an could feel threatened by.

He thought, if this source of power were to violently burst forth, it might not be less powerful than a large explosive capable of destroying a mountain peak.

This was also the reason he felt threatened.

Genetic modification had actually progressed to this stage.

Indeed, with each powerful tier, it was completely a different realm of existence.

Zhou Ping’an looked at the old man and slowly said, "Brown must die!"

"As you wish."

Jones smiled and stretched out his hand, neither resenting nor merely amused as he glanced at Brown, the corner of his mouth curving in a smile, "As a strong person, he naturally has the dignity of a strong person. Not recognizing the situation, needlessly provoking the strong, of course, there are consequences to bear."

Upon hearing this.

Brown’s face turned ashen.

His lips quivered as he tried to say something.

But saw that Zhou Ping’an had already raised his gun.

"Pop..."

A stream of blood spurted from the back of his head.

He had been shot through the brow.

He stiffly fell down.

His death was no more glamorous than that of an ordinary soldier.