Chapter 93: Heavy Damage to the Wolf Bandits, Decisive Battle with the Wolf Bandit Leader
Thinking of this, Davis suddenly laughed. "Seems like you've already noticed us coming. But I'm curious—if you knew we were coming, why didn't you take your men and leave?"
Upon hearing this, the wolf bandit leader burst into loud laughter, as though he had heard the funniest joke of his life.
"Hahaha! What a joke! Just a few of you think you can wipe us out? How naïve! Come out, boys! Let these humans see some real power!"
At his command, over a thousand wolf bandits emerged from the forest behind him. The total number of wolf bandits now exceeded 4,000—twice the anticipated figure!
Over 4,000 elite wolf bandits, with combat power rivaling that of 80,000 well-equipped regular soldiers—it was no wonder the wolf bandit leader felt confident enough not to retreat despite Davis' 30,000-strong force.
If it had been a regular army, they would likely be surrounded and defeated.
But Davis' White Tiger Corps was no ordinary army. It was a modern firearms unit. When hot weapons face cold weapons, the result is an overwhelming slaughter.
Seeing Davis remain silent, the wolf bandit leader assumed he was stunned into fear and laughed mockingly:
"What's wrong, little cubs? Scared already? You'll all become our rations—saves us the trouble of hunting!
Lay down your weapons and surrender, and I might be merciful enough to grant you a swift death.
Otherwise, I'll snap your limbs one by one, peel off your skin, and eat you alive. Let you feel what it truly means to be worse than death! Hehehe!"
"Idiot." Davis snorted coldly. "Still so arrogant on the brink of death. People like you… No—you don't even qualify as people. You're nothing more than a beast—neither human nor ghost!"
"What did you say?!" the wolf bandit leader roared. "Seems like you're not going to drink the toast! Men, tear them apart!!"
"Awoooo!!"
Receiving their leader's command, the wolf bandits charged toward the White Tiger Corps like rabid beasts, filled with bloodlust.
Seeing this, Davis drew the long sword at his waist and issued a sharp command:
"White Tiger Corps, load!"
Immediately, the artillerymen loaded black powder and shells into the cannons, adjusted the angles, and locked onto the charging wolf bandits.
The wolf bandits had now come within 1,000 meters—well within artillery range. As the saying goes, truth lies within the range of the cannon. Davis didn't hesitate. He waved his hand and gave the order:
"Fire!!!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thunderous cannon fire erupted. Thousands of shells soared forward like wrathful dragons descending from the skies.
The wolf bandits, whose hearing far exceeded that of ordinary humans, were overwhelmed by the deafening blasts. Their eardrums nearly burst. Frozen in agony, they clutched their ears, unable to react—only to be instantly shredded by falling shells!
In an instant, the battlefield was filled with howls of pain and terror. The wolf bandit leader watched his warriors explode into bloody fragments, his face ashen and heart filled with fury—and fear.
Those directly hit by shells had their chests crushed, ribs shattered, and organs destroyed by the shockwave. Blood spurted from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth—they died on the spot.
Some met even worse fates. Their entire torsos were blown open, leaving behind bloody craters the size of basketballs. Crimson blood spilled like a stream, dying the earth red.
In one short moment, this patch of land had been dyed red twice—first by the blood of Star Luo's civilians, now by the blood of these wolf bandits.
Good and evil will be repaid in kind—heaven spares no one.
"Damn it, what kind of weapon is this?! How is it so powerful?!"
A quarter of his troops were gone in the blink of an eye. The wolf bandit leader was stunned, disbelief and horror all over his face.
Then he noticed the White Tiger artillerymen cleaning residue and reloading. He instantly realized that the cannons couldn't fire continuously.
This made him ecstatic. He roared,
"Don't panic! That weapon can't be fired nonstop! This is our chance—charge! Kill them all, and we feast tonight!"
"Awooo!"
At his command, the remaining wolf bandits rallied and surged forward again—closing in to less than 100 meters from Davis in the blink of an eye.
"As expected of the wolf bandit leader. He saw through the artillery's flaw so quickly…"
Davis murmured, but his expression remained calm. He had prepared for this moment.
He raised his sword again and shouted:
"Musketeers, prepare to fire!"
At once, the 8,000 musketeers behind him raised their continuous-fire flintlock rifles. Some even dual-wielded—two rifles at once, each shot deadly accurate.
Davis fixed his gaze on the charging wolf bandits. When they closed to within 50 meters, he slashed his hand through the air—
"Fire!!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A storm of bullets tore through the air. The musketeers fired in synchronized rows. The lead wolf bandits were instantly riddled with dozens of bullet holes. Screams echoed, and one by one, they collapsed in a sea of blood—another 600 to 700 killed in an instant.
And the volley didn't stop. Though each rifle held only six bullets, each soldier carried three guns. The moment one emptied, they switched to the next.
When the front line needed to reload, they rotated to the back while the next row stepped up. The rain of bullets never ceased.
Watching his forces get mowed down, the wolf bandit leader clenched his fists tightly.
These firearms were too terrifying. If this continued, his men would be annihilated.
He knew he had to act himself.
"Bloodthirsty Frenzy!!"
He activated a soul bone skill. His entire body flushed crimson, and he turned into a streak of red lightning, charging directly at Davis.
Clearly, he understood the principle of "kill the commander first."
His soul bone was the Bloodthirsty Frenzy Hurricane Right Leg Bone, and the skill it granted—Bloodthirsty Frenzy—doubled his attack, speed, and defense instantly.
However, while it disabled ordinary soul skills, self-created ones were unaffected. For the wolf bandit leader, who had no soul skills, this drawback meant nothing.
Seeing the leader rush in, Lie Tianhu stepped forward to protect Davis—but Davis raised a hand to stop him.
"Uncle Tianhu, don't intervene. Let me handle this guy."
With that, Davis activated his martial soul and soared into the air toward his enemy.
"White Tiger Domain—activate!"
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