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Chapter 674 A First Warning
He forced himself to circulate his plant spiritual energy, repairing his wounds while sheathing his gun and sword.
Fyodor glanced at the unconscious Tridmi behind him. Thankfully, he wasn't dead, just stunned by the explosion.
He reached out his still slightly trembling hand, took out a cigar that was still in relatively good condition, and lit it.
Holding it in his mouth, Fyodor twitched his lips and let out a hoarse laugh, which was mixed with bits of broken blood foam.
"As expected of the elite squadron of the Empire's Z Mech Army, their firepower is indeed formidable."
He raised his hand, wiped the blood from his face, and looked through the smoke and dust at the fairy tale in the sky.
"But I'll remember this grudge, and one day I'll repay it a thousandfold!"
He picked up Tridmi from the ground and tossed him onto his uninjured left shoulder.
Fyodor let out a muffled groan as excruciating pain shot up his spine to his brain, but the madness in his eyes did not fade in the slightest.
"You want to bury me here? Ha, not so easy."
He suddenly bit down on the cigar in his mouth, the spicy tobacco flavor mixed with the bloody smell exploding in his mouth, forcibly stimulating Fyodor's nerves which were on the verge of their limit.
Without the slightest hesitation, he once again channeled his plant spiritual energy into his legs and, carrying Tridmi, raced wildly into the depths of the ruins.
The troops brought by Fyodor and stationed far away must be heading this way upon hearing the commotion.
We must quickly rejoin them and leave this place to avoid becoming the fairy tale's new target.
Fyodor didn't want his hard-earned fortune to be lost in these ruins without any explanation.
He kept a low profile and moved quickly through the collapsed building ruins, each step he took landing in the darkest shadows of the smoke and dust.
Tridmi on his left shoulder bounced with Fyodor's movements, but the former federal general gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.
The plant spirit power within his body was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, but he still forcibly channeled it into his legs to support his body, which was already beyond its capacity.
Finally, after passing through another residential area, several rebel soldiers appeared ahead, patrolling and keeping watch. They belonged to the troops brought by Fyodor.
"That's... the general?"
"The one on his shoulder... looks like Lieutenant Colonel Tridmi!"
"What...what happened?"
Several rebel soldiers surrounded them in fear, looking at their leader, who was charred black, dressed in rags, carrying a wounded soldier on his shoulder, yet still exuding a menacing aura.
"Stop talking nonsense."
Fyodor roughly tossed the unconscious Tridmi to a rebel soldier: "Send him for treatment. Pass on my orders: everyone retreat. We're returning to the military base immediately!"
He paused, then added, "Arrange for a few squads to stay behind and gather the remaining troops from headquarters."
"As ordered."
The rebel soldiers dared not delay and quickly acted according to Fyodor's orders.
Fyodor turned around abruptly, looking at the sky behind him, stained red by the flames of war. The fairy tale had vanished, as if everything that had just happened was just a nightmare.
But he knew it wasn't a nightmare, but a disgrace, a disgrace etched deep into the very marrow of Fyodor Alexander Vladimir.
Fyodor turned around and, with heavy steps, walked toward the modified car that was driving toward him.
The setting sun cast his shadow long, like an unhealed scar stretching across the devastated ruins of the city.
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"Your Highness, I have successfully completed my mission; the target has been eliminated."
Dorothy's voice came from her personal terminal, which made Ye Yang's tightly furrowed brows relax slightly.
"Yes, I understand."
She nodded slightly, then suddenly remembered something and quickly asked, "Who is that corn cannon plant spirit that ordered the bombing...?"
"Compared with the intelligence information in the database, it has been confirmed that he is a former Federal Major General, a current high-ranking officer of the Free Armed Forces, and a Corn Cannon Plant Spirit with ninth-level Plant Spirit power, Fyodor Alexander Vladimir."
"As expected, just as I predicted."
Ye Yang's fingers gently caressed the cold screen of the terminal, a hint of coldness flashing in his blood-red eyes.
She had heard of the former federal major general's infamous reputation, and there was no denying that he was indeed a formidable figure.
Despite being besieged by the federal army, they managed to bring out a rebel force that posed a considerable threat.
This ability is far beyond what ordinary people can match.
"Black Kite".
"Your subordinate is here."
Upon hearing Ye Yang's call, Xuan Yuan immediately stopped meditating and got up to go to her eldest princess's side.
"Go contact Infinite Boy and give him a new task: send someone to keep an eye on Fyodor, the rebel leader. I need to know his every move from now on."
"clear."
Xuan Yuan withdrew as ordered, and Ye Yang shut down the terminal, turning his gaze toward the steel canyon ahead.
The Free Army's garrison collapsed completely, and the remaining rebel soldiers had withdrawn. All that remained blocking the way for the Imperial 59th Army's battalion was the Free Army's headquarters at its base in the abandoned city of 59.
But at this moment, Ye Yang had to consider their current situation.
After being ambushed by the Free Army, the large force she led to rescue Qingluo suffered heavy losses.
More than half of the Imperial squadron leaders were killed in action, along with three giant zombies and seven Dark All-Star zombies. The number of soldiers and professional units was drastically reduced...
It should be noted that the Imperial Commander in charge of this battalion is Dark Iron, one of the most outstanding new generation generals of the Imperial 59th Army.
His troops were even dubbed the "Iron Army" by the enemy (the 59th Army of the Federation).
Even so, the Iron Army still suffered particularly heavy losses under the three waves of bombing launched by Fyodor.
This was undoubtedly a timely wake-up call for Ye Yang, who was always good at planning and strategizing.
The title of "Iron Army" is ultimately based on the logic of conventional warfare.
Faced with such relentless and almost insane saturation bombing, even the most elite troops appeared so vulnerable.
"Dark Iron".
"Your subordinate is here."
Dusty and weary from his journey, An Tie rushed back from the front lines, walked onto the viewing platform, and knelt on one knee before Ye Yang.
"The entire army shall halt its advance, rest in place, tally the casualties, compile a list of the fallen soldiers and send it back to the fortress, and distribute the compensation at double the standard immediately."
"As ordered."
Ye Yang thought for a moment, then continued, "Immediately contact the nearest Imperial battalion outside and notify them to come and reinforce us. Send a telegram to the fortress and have another battalion come to join us."
"Yes."
An Tie accepted the order, got up and left, leaving Ye Yang alone, standing quietly on the viewing platform.
"The Road to Redemption...you've really played a brilliant move..."
As intelligent as she was, she could naturally guess that the clashes between the Free Forces and the Imperial forces were orchestrated by the Redemption Path.
"Your Highness, the boy Wuxian has received your order and has dispatched a clone to carry out this mission."
Xuan Yuan returned and reported the reply from a certain zombie hero.
"good."
Ye Yang nodded slightly, somewhat satisfied with the efficiency of the boy named Wuqiong.
"By the way, Xuan Yuan, could you please go again and inform the Howling Moon Hunters that we have already drawn enough attention to them?"
She gently stroked the hilt of the Alaya-vijnana sword, a cold glint flashing in her eyes once more: "It's time for the hunters on the backs of those wolves to make their move."