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Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System

Chapter 1133 - 1078: Surrendered Again
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Chapter 1133: Chapter 1078: Surrendered Again

At the beginning, the harsh shouts rang out as they ran back and forth among the soldiers, yelling at them not to let their thoughts run wild, not to do anything excessive.

But obviously, their shouting was of no use, because that kind of deterrent was simply too strong.

Especially after a few more bangs, some who had been walking a bit too briskly were already shot down to the ground; seeing his miserable state, everyone’s fear only grew stronger, and they became even more convinced that opposing the other side would not lead to any good end.

Precisely because of this, their resolve to surrender only grew stronger.

However, those people clearly had no intention of letting them have their way, and the way they stopped them was by having the supervising officers charge in.

What they had to do was to kill on the spot all those who chose to run or surrender.

Just like that, one comrade after another fell under their own butcher knives, and this made those soldiers’ eyes instantly go red; one by one, their gazes fixed on those supervising officers, now filled with hatred.

It was precisely those looks that scared the supervising officers out of their wits in an instant; they each started to panic, because after all, they were still only a small minority.

Only these few hundred supervising officers, facing a force of tens of thousands, appeared so frail, so helpless.

Especially when their knives came down on their own side, those gazes seemed as if they could devour them whole; this made them shudder all over at once, and some of the more timid ones even let their knives slip from their hands and fall to the ground without realizing it.

Yet this did not win them forgiveness, did not win the soldiers’ understanding at all; since they had actually turned their blades on their own people, what awaited them would inevitably be a swarm of soldiers rushing up and beating them to a pulp.

After all, anyone who blocked their way to staying alive was a mortal enemy; just like that, after those few hundred supervising officers made one round through the crowd, they were already lying on the ground, barely clinging to life.

This was still because they were all from the same nation and thus hadn’t gone for the kill; otherwise, just with these soldiers trampling them, they would probably already have been reduced to a pile of meat paste by now.

And then, seeing this mass of soldiers swarm down from the city walls, they rushed straight toward the city gate without another word, and by this time the gate had already been completely opened by the Garrison.

One great gate slowly swung open, and immediately the soldiers surged out like a flood, each one charging toward the outside of the city.

Seeing this situation, Lin Yi’s soldiers on the opposite side immediately made ready to receive an attack.

After all, the momentum of the other side’s charge was simply too fierce; even for a normal assault, it shouldn’t have this kind of momentum.

For a moment, they were all afraid the other side was going to make a final desperate counterattack, throwing their lives away as they hacked their way over; if it came to that, their own side would probably suffer quite a bit.

In any case, the other side still had close to ten thousand men, and ten thousand men, charging in a single wave, had a terrifying killing power; even if they broke the formation, their own side would at the very least lose nearly ten thousand in casualties.

On the battlefield, blades and spears have no eyes; don’t even talk about one man taking on several, in the chaos of battle, even a 1:1 kill ratio is something you can hardly dare hope for.

The ones who suffer the most, after all, are those who crash into each other first; they don’t have the slightest chance of surviving.

Don’t even mention that the enemy is right in front of them; just their own comrades behind them will keep pushing them forward.

And after they swing their blades a few times, their arms will grow weak and their bodies exhausted; at that point, what awaits them, what will greet them, will be countless blades from the other side.

This is the battlefield, this is the battlefield of ancient times—every stroke bites into flesh, every stroke draws blood.

Lin Yi absolutely would not allow such a scene, nor did he want to see it; such a scene made him extremely uncomfortable.

After all, he came from the 21st century; in his eyes, everyone is equal, and every life is a life.

He would never think that a General’s life counts as life, while a soldier’s life does not.

The quick movements on the other side made Lin Yi frown as well; he was thinking to himself, are they really going to counterattack?

Are all of these the Eldest Prince’s diehard followers?

Are his subordinates truly this loyal?

Faced with the show of force where he had wiped out several of their Generals with a mere wave of his hand, did they still have the nerve to open the city gates and charge at his side?

After all, they were all holding weapons in their hands now; if they had come out empty-handed, he might have taken it as surrender, but as things stood, those gleaming blades were right there in plain sight. Very clearly, these people’s intentions were not so simple.

For a moment, Lin Yi simply raised his gun directly; he was going to give them a show of force, kill the chicken to warn the monkeys, knock down a few of the men at the very front. That way, he could instantly suppress the movements of this entire army.

After all, everyone fears death; when two armies clash and blood is boiling, you might risk your life in the heat of the fight, but to be shot dead while still running, before you’ve even come within sight of the enemy, to be cut down on the spot—that kind of psychological terror is not something just anyone can withstand.

He believed these soldiers wouldn’t be able to bear such a blow; this method of killing people invisibly would plunge their hearts into utter panic.

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