Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Chen Xingzhu wore a black dress, her face covered with a Heart Moon Fox black iron mask, her eyes gleaming with cold light.

She was already the supreme commander of the Demon Army, and even though the Blood Demon was powerful, he was wary of this unfathomable woman.

Suddenly, the screen displayed a lot of green dots, which was characteristic of a massive enemy appearance.

Bimos smiled faintly: "It seems that the military leader of Dragon Island is not a fool either."

"They know how to appear weak to lure the enemy, drawing the Blood Demon Squad into the encirclement, then concentrating superior forces for a strike."

Zhong Xiang nodded and said flatly.

"The original owner of Dragon Island, An Zichen, is a Huaxia, deeply influenced by Huaxia culture."

"Most of the population on this island are of Huaxia descent, so it's not surprising they understand The Art of War by Sun Tzu."

The Blood Demon sneered: "Unfortunately, under the crush of absolute power, any schemes will only hasten their demise."

"My Blood Demon brothers will kill them all."

Bimos sighed.

"I admire Mr. Blood Demon's confidence and dominance, and I am full of anticipation for the victory of the Blood Demon Squad."

"But to ensure nothing goes wrong, in taking Dragon Island, I have invited another elite unit to assist in the battle, the formidable Black Fox Mercenaries."

"The Black Fox Mercenaries are actually willing to listen to you?"

Zhong Xiang looked at Bimos in surprise, somewhat astonished but also delighted.

"Black Fox Mercenaries are one of the top ten mercenary groups globally, ranked seventh, with comprehensive strength above the Demon Army."

"Their core combat force, the Mystic Fox Lament Squad, is said to have defeated enemies over ten times their number on the Eastern European battlefield."

Bimos touched his nose and laughed.

"I didn't expect Mr. Zhong to know so much about the mercenary world."

"To be honest with you all, I was once a special instructor for the Mystic Fox Lament, so Lord Black Fox was kind enough to sell me a favor."

Zhong Xiang and Chen Xingzhu were both somewhat surprised.

Chen Xingzhu smiled faintly.

"No wonder Mr. Bimos is so confident, but I'm curious, what are the conditions for Black Fox to take action?"

Her eyes, as clear as water, revealed a subtle and barely noticeable chill.

"As far as I know, the commission for the Black Fox Mercenaries is exorbitant."

"And in the past two years, they no longer fight for money."

Bimos gently nodded: "Miss Chen is right."

"However, they are very interested in this island."

"Dragon Island, in this Ocean, yet not belonging to any country, is the perfect location for a mercenary headquarters."

Chen Xingzhu and Zhong Xiang's expressions immediately softened.

Their goal was revenge, and the wealth accumulated over more than ten years on Dragon Island.

They had no interest in the island itself.

The Blood Demon seemed indifferent, his eyes fixed on the screen where the red and green dots entwined in a slaughter, showing excitement and bloodlust in his eyes.

He seemed like a cruel wolf king, standing on high ground, watching his pack of wolves assault the flock, tearing the throats of one lamb after another.

The thrill of this hunt made every pore on his body relax comfortably.

At this moment, Yang Fei and his group were less than a kilometer from the Coconut Grove battlefield.

The distant muffled gunfire and screams were faintly audible.

A large number of corpses began to appear on the ground, all belonging to Night Army brothers, with not a single enemy corpse in sight.

This casualty ratio caused the hairs of Yang Fei, Mad Blade, and the other battlefield veterans to stand on end.

On the battlefield, this was an almost impossible phenomenon; it was a one-sided massacre.

Everyone quickened their pace, rushing forward.

The battle in the Coconut Grove was at its final stage.

Luo Sheng was the commander of the Night Army's third battalion, holding the rank of captain.

He was a native Dragon Islander, an excellent Mingtang graduate.

For Luo Sheng, Dragon Island was his home; anyone wanting to invade must step over his corpse.

However, this night, Luo Sheng began to doubt his conviction.

Could he really defend Dragon Island by fighting desperately?

Luo Sheng felt an illusion that the enemies the third battalion faced tonight were not humans at all.

They were soul-collecting demons from hell, a group of human-like monsters so powerful they drove people to despair.

Luo Sheng was an excellent commander; the plan to lure the enemy deep and destroy them was his own design.

He exerted a lot of energy to set this trap, intending to give these invaders a harsh lesson.

But from the moment those demons revealed themselves, the entire situation was immediately reversed.

In just an instant, the hunters became the hunted!

Those demons didn't care about any traps, force advantages, or fire suppression.

They just charged ahead recklessly, like wild boars tearing through a hunter's net.

Fiercely charging, mercilessly slaughtering, and furiously fighting.

The speed of those demons was astonishingly fast.

They dodged the first round of whistling bullets behind cover in time, then flanked with lightning speed.

They quickly appeared close to the Night Army brothers, like a torrent of steel, engulfing everyone.

Then, the nightmare began.

The third battalion of the Night Army lost their firepower advantage.

In front of the demons, they were like stripped women forcibly split apart, utterly defenseless.

The close combat ability of this group of demons was countless times stronger than the well-trained Night Army.

Luo Sheng watched helplessly as a dozen brothers perished within less than a minute at the hands of a man with a Triangular Military Spike.

This powerful demon legion was despairing.

The Night Army's third battalion suffered an indescribable defeat, losing over a hundred brothers within ten minutes.

Luo Sheng's greatest hope now was to lead the remaining brothers back to headquarters alive and report this vital military situation to them.

Luo Sheng could no longer distinguish direction.

He merely led his surviving brothers into the jungle in the dark, fleeing on instinct.

Behind them lurked the terrifying demon legion.

One by one, the powerful demons roared, leaping forward like flying, slaughtering brothers like cutting through melons and vegetables.

The cries of agony made Luo Sheng suffer both physically and mentally without cease.

Every minute, another Night Army brother fell.

And yet, the brothers lagging behind unhesitatingly launched counter-charges against the pursuing demon legion.

They tried to buy time for their retreating brothers.

Night Army warriors were like praying mantises blocking carts, or moths to a flame, each one charging forward, only to instantly lose their lives in the next second.

Another lagging Night Army brother turned to pounce on the demon dressed in a blue-black military uniform behind him.

In fear, he closed his eyes and emptied all the bullets in his magazine in one breath.

Then, behind him, there was no one, only the pitch-black night.

The soldier opened his eyes, his fear turning into extreme confusion.

He anxiously scanned his surroundings.

Swish!

A Triangular Military Spike suddenly stabbed out from the darkness.

The spike pierced his face directly, then emerged from the back of his head.

Brain matter and blood spilled out.

In the darkness, the figure in the blue-black military uniform stepped on the face of the fallen Night Army soldier with high-top land combat boots.

He slowly pulled out the Triangular Military Spike, and the mixture of blood and brain matter dripped from the spike.