《I'm the King Of Technology 》Chapter 584. Death Commeth' Like A Shadow
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'Boom!'
'Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!'
'Ahhhhh!!'
On the battlefield, the sounds of several explosives and gunshots could be heard all over the place... Accompanied by the shrivelled cries and curses of several injured men as well.
Many of the enemy warriors felt like their entire world view was now shattered into pieces by these Baymardians.
They felt like crying, but had no tears in their extremely dry eyes.
They looked at the heavens and couldn't help but curse their ill fates.
Dammit!
If they had known, they wouldn't have come out for today's battle!
Who would have known that they would be fighting these weird men from Baymard?
Some of the men cried and scattered about chaotically while trying to avoid the attacks from the hand missiles.
"F***!
Didn't they say that if we keep our distances, then their weapons won't affect us at all?
Who said that these Baymardians were easy to deal with?
Come out now, so that I can hack you into pieces before I die!"
"Come out for us!
Didn't you say that you had been to Baymard before, and knew how their weapons work?
So why did you make us feel like these Baymardians were weak chickens?
Screw you!
These people are simply demons, alright?"
(:TT∆TT:)
Many of the men complained loudly while fleeing in all directions.
As for the enemy Captains and those in charge of leading the men to victory, they scrunched up their faces and loosing at the cowardly men under them in disgust.
"How dare you imps retreat?
How stupid are you all?
We are greater than two if we rush over there and block their carriages, then wouldn't we be able to win in the end?
Men!
Take heart, stand firm and run towards them victoriously."
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The enemy warriors who heard this almost puked out blood and died from anger.
"Screw you!
What bloody battle?
This is a massacre, alright?"
"Yeah!
Even if we wanted to charge forward, do you know how many of us will die before we eventually get to the front of these carriages?"
"Hmph!
It's easy to talk when you're just sitting there and watching us die.
As our group leader..... if you want us to go forward victoriously, then why don't you lead us there rather than talking?"
"Yeah!
Stop directing us on what to do next and lead us."
"Tsk!
Captain, I thought that you were our protector..... But now, I can see that you were just our executioner instead!"
"Go screw yourself!"
(*^*)
Many of the men felt like choking their leaders to death when they heard the 'encouraging' words from their leaders.
As for their so-called leaders, they in turn had their faces all turn red from anger as well.
How dare these insects talk back at them?
These people who had previously looked up to them in awe and fear, were now looking at them with eyes that were filled with disgust and hatred instead.
Even the weakest ones who used to pray and wish to be their stable boys now looked at them in complete rage!
The leaders all felt like stabbing these good-for-nothings to death.
"Ungrateful insects!
If you all don't march forward, then you will leave us with no choice but to come for your families instead.
Because whether we win the battle or escape..... Once we get back to our camp, those who previously failed to obey orders will get killed on the spot.
Also, their families will be hunted and put to death as well.
So it's either you die here on the battlefield like a war hero, or you all become traitors and get killed along with your families later on.
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But don't forget that if we do win this battle, then you and your families will also survive in the end.
And you all will be forgiven for your cowardly attitudes too.
It would be like none of you had yelled back to your leaders.
So choose wisely!"
[The rest of the men: (T^T)]
When the enemy warriors heard this, they quickly quieted down and decided to continue battling forward.
After all, at this point... What choice did they have?
All they could do now was pray that they won the battle in the end.
'Boom!'
'Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!'
'Ahhhhh!!'
As the battle commenced, Landon and a few other soldiers fighting beside him... Slowly advanced onward as well.
"Cover me, boys!" Landon said before placing his gun back into his gun belt and running forward.
And who were his targets?
Of course, they were Eli and Connor!
After all, he had to take these 2 back alive.
But how could Eli and Connor not notice him?
In truth, their eyes had truly never left Landon ever since the battle began.
They had to see what mischief this brother of theirs was up to.
It was an understatement if they said that they weren't impressed by the weapons that these Baymardians used.
If they had them, then wouldn't they have already sat on the throne ages ago?
The more they saw, the mode they wanted to possess Baymard as their own.
Their eyes became sharp with a hint of greed in it, as they looked at the destruction before them.
Everything made them feel anxious and excited at the same time.
Such weapons really put their arrows and swords to shame.
And the more they saw, the more they realized that they didn't know a lot about Baymard.
For a moment, they even began to worry that maybe Alec wouldn't win the battle at all.
But of course, this thought only lingered for a moment... Because when they thought about how many men and resources Alec had in Arcadina, they soon found it hard to believe that Landon would win in the end.
As for the current battle at hand, they were not too worried... Because for them, If they captured or killed Landon, then the battle would automatically come to an end.
First off, they didn't believe that Landon was stronger than them since they had been training nonstop right from the age of 7.
And so the mere fact that they were both talented and older than Landon, meant that they had enough experience and strength that exceeding his.
So seeing Landon run forward, they immediately pulled out their swords and ran towards him as well.
In their eyes, he was already a dead man.
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