"Cut the crap!"

"Go load the ammo. Don’t be the first one to piss your pants when the time comes!"

Wang Meng strode past, hauling a case of cannon shells on his shoulder, not forgetting to jab at him.

Ground crews bustled between the eleven fighter jets, pushing ordnance carts.

The tension was palpable.

"Han Feng!"

Zhang Hao walked over quickly.

"What’s the situation?"

"It’s bad."

Han Feng was out of ammunition, the main reason he had landed.

He rubbed the bridge of his aching nose and quickly recounted what he had seen from the air.

"Tens of thousands of them, and something feels off about them."

"It’s like they have no reason, just blindly charging forward. It’s a total suicide attack."

Hearing this, Zhang Hao’s expression grew even more solemn.

Meanwhile, beneath the farm’s main fortress, a massive alloy gate slowly rose.

RUMBLE!

RUMBLE!

Fifty three-meter-tall Iron Wall-IV Battle Armors strode out of the gate with heavy steps.

They were like mobile fortresses.

Amidst them, five larger elite Storm II Battle Armors with more fearsome weaponry surrounded an even more terrifying presence.

It was a black monster, five and a half meters tall and weighing nearly thirty tons.

Lei Zhen’s personal machine, the Black Bear.

"Iron Armor Camp! Charge with me!"

Lei Zhen’s roar, tinged with a metallic quality, boomed from the Black Bear’s public channel.

"Keep these bastards out of the wheat fields!"

The Iron Armor Camp did not head for the walls.

They formed up directly on the recently harvested plains to the west of the farm.

This was standard military doctrine.

Use the strongest heavy units to deliver the most devastating blow to the enemy’s front line.

Two minutes later, the engines of the Sharp Sword Squad’s eleven jets roared as they took off one by one.

They formed up in the night sky, diving toward the surging tide of death.

"Execute Plan B!"

Zhang Hao ordered.

"Gu Yun, Old Liu, first echelon!"

"Use your dogfighting missiles to prioritize clearing the High Tier targets at the rear of the beast tide!"

"Wang Meng, second team, low-altitude fire suppression!"

"Han Feng!"

"Here!"

"Your machine cannon is on free-hunt duty."

"Use your eyes, find any Tier Two Demon Beasts that pop up in the tide, and take them out! Don’t spare the ammo!"

"Understood."

Although Han Feng’s "Gray Donkey" had no missile hardpoints, its six-barreled machine cannon was the most terrifying weapon for precision kills.

Soon, the thunder of ten thousand stampeding beasts rolled in from the horizon.

The ground trembled.

The air filled with the unique, foul stench of Demon Beasts.

The vanguard of the beast tide appeared in the Iron Armor Camp’s sights.

"Fire!"

Lei Zhen’s cold voice rang out.

The next second, a metal storm descended.

The 30mm rapid-fire chain guns on the right arms of the fifty Iron Wall-IVs spat fire simultaneously.

The dense shells formed a curtain of death in front of the beast tide.

The shoulder-mounted Spiritual Energy Cannons of the five Storm IIs finished charging.

Five thick energy beams swept out, instantly carving five vacuum zones hundreds of meters long through the beast horde.

Lei Zhen’s Black Bear was even more terrifying.

He didn’t even use the Tower Shield on its left arm.

The six-barreled Spiritual Energy Fire God Cannon on its right arm, salvaged from a warship, began to spin.

WHIIIRRR—

Amidst the ear-piercing whine, a metal torrent composed of a mix of physical rounds and Spiritual Power beams sprayed out.

That wasn’t strafing. It was cutting.

Any Demon Beast touched by this torrent, whether it was a Tier One Wind Blade Wolf or a Tier Two Iron Armor Rhino, was instantly disintegrated into basic chunks of flesh and blood.

In just the first volley, the thousand or so Demon Beasts at the very front were completely vaporized.

But the Demon Beasts behind them paid no heed.

They trampled over the sticky remains of their comrades and continued to charge, their eyes filled with nothing but bloodthirsty madness.

"Something’s not right!"

Inside the Black Bear’s cockpit, Lei Zhen’s single eye widened as he stared at the monitor feed.

’The behavior of these beasts completely violates their survival instincts.’

’This isn’t a hunt at all. It’s a suicide run.’

The desiccated corpse from three days ago and that self-detonating Blood Feeding Sect cultist flashed through his mind.

"This is man-made!"

Lei Zhen immediately came to a conclusion.

"Zhou Ping! Can you hear me!"

He immediately switched to the farm’s internal encrypted channel.

"Farm Manager! I can hear you! I’m in the command center!"

Zhou Ping’s voice was rushed.

"This beast tide is very likely the work of the Blood Feeding Sect!" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Those bastards definitely have something else up their sleeves!"

Lei Zhen roared.

"Activate top-level clearance immediately and contact the East Sea Fortress City Defense Command!"

"Tell them Golden Ears Farm is under attack by a large-scale beast tide from an Evil Cult organization and we are requesting urgent Tier Three combat support!"

"Understood! I’m on it!"

"Wang Defa! It’s your time to shine!"

Lei Zhen switched back to the battlefield channel and bellowed into the comms.

"Roger that!"

On the walls, Guard Captain Wang Defa, who had long been ready, waved his hand.

"All fire points! Indiscriminate cover! Fire!"

In an instant, the entire fortress came alive.

The Spiritual Energy Assault Rifles in the hands of the several hundred guards on the walls spat blue flames.

The "Fire Rain" close-in weapon system arrays deployed at the four corners of the perimeter wall spun at high speed, unleashing thousands of Spiritual Energy Shells per minute like a torrential downpour.

The dual-barreled Electromagnetic Rail Cannon on the main building’s roof let out a dull roar, accurately striking the massive Tier Two Demon Beasts within the horde.

The flames, explosions, energy beams, and the roars and wails of the Demon Beasts composed a symphony of the apocalypse.

"Hahaha! Did you see that? The Waltz of Alice!"

High in the sky, Gu Yun’s fighter jet carved a graceful arc.

Two dogfighting missiles detached from their hardpoints, precisely hitting two raging giant bears of Tier Two Peak.

The violent explosions blew the two behemoths to smithereens.

"Nice one, Young Master Gu!"

"Next target, 300 meters ahead and to the left, that three-tailed fox!"

Han Feng’s calm voice sounded over the channel.

The battle grew even more brutal.

Ten minutes later, even the Iron Armor Camp was feeling the pressure.

The Sharp Sword Squad’s jets were almost completely out of ammunition.

"Captain, I’m out of missiles!"

Gu Yun’s voice held a trace of unfulfilled desire.

"I’m down to my last ammo loadout too!"

Wang Meng shouted as well.

In the command center, Zhou Ping reconnected to Lei Zhen’s comms.

"Farm Manager, the City Defense Army has responded!"

"Their rapid response force is on its way, but it’ll take them twenty minutes to get here at the earliest!"

"Twenty minutes..."

Lei Zhen glanced at the mountain of corpses that was already piled halfway up the walls and roared.

"Have the flight team return to base immediately! Quick re-arm and refuel, then sortie again in ten minutes! We have to hold on!"

"Everyone, return to base!"

Zhang Hao ordered decisively.

The eleven fighter jets turned and flew toward the brightly lit airfield.

Gu Yun’s "Alice" was the first to land, its movements still stylish.

He taxied to his designated spot, jumping out of the cockpit before the plane had even come to a complete stop and yelling at the ground crew.

"Hurry! Restock my wife with a full load of ammo and missiles!"

"Use the best stuff you’ve got!"

"Later, I’m going to make the whole night sky light up with fireworks for Alice!"

Han Feng’s "Gray Donkey" was the last to land.

Aided by his Mastery Level Sword Control Technique, the clumsy plane’s landing was surprisingly smooth, with almost no turbulence.

He parked the plane and was just about to disembark.

Suddenly, an extremely intense sense of crisis shot up from below his feet!

He didn’t even have time to activate his Spiritual Vision.

The instinctual warning originating from his Sword Bone made all the hairs on his body stand on end!

"Get down!"

Han Feng’s roar exploded over the channel.