"Hey, stop blocking us! We've brought 500 people this time!"

"Do you think a mere 20 people can stop us? We must take her away today."

The leader of the new recruits had a look of certainty on his face, and pointed his finger directly at Fang Xiyue.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and Newborn Army No. 1's finger was broken.

"I hate it when people point at me the most. You're out of luck today."

Fang Xiyue blew on the smoke emanating from the pistol.

“You bitch, beat her up! Kill all the men, and take the women back for everyone to have a laugh.”

New Army No. 1, clutching his bleeding finger, shouted.

"yes!"

Five hundred new recruits charged forward, brandishing knives.

Fang Xiyue asked Dandan and Sister Xiu to take Platoon Leader Zhou's family to find a place to hide.

Then, in an instant, 20 submachine guns were released and sent to each person's hands using mental power.

Upon seeing the gun, the new recruits abruptly stopped.

"Captain, they have guns!"

Some of the newly joined recruits were intimidated.

“If you haven’t killed any innocent survivors or superhumans, turn around and leave now, and I will let you go.”

Otherwise, you will all stay here today and pay for the lives of those who perished.

Fang Xiyue held up a small megaphone and shouted.

The new recruits looked at each other and talked amongst themselves.

Two newly recruited soldiers were discussing their escape when, in the next second, they felt a sharp pain in their necks and both died instantly!

"Our new army doesn't need deserters. If you desert today, be prepared to live a life on the run."

I, Wang Meng, swear that I will take your lives, no matter where you are in the world!

Wang Meng, the new recruit number 1 whose finger was severed, shouted loudly, his beard seeming to carry a hint of ferocity.

Blood dripped from the knife in his hand, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.

Fang Xiyue raised her gun and aimed it at Wang Meng. This man cannot live; he must have taken many lives on his hands.

Wang Meng noticed Fang Xiyue's actions. The instant Fang Xiyue fired her gun, he grabbed a freshman soldier next to him and held him in front of him, then bent down.

The bullet pierced the head of the new recruit.

The others managed to get away immediately and were not affected.

Wang Meng threw the corpse in his hand aside fiercely, "Kill!"

Although the new recruits were unwilling, they had no choice but to charge forward. After all, they would die no matter which path they chose, so they might as well give it a shot.

The submachine guns swept through, making the front-row freshmen targets, and the freshmen in the back took the opportunity to move to the front.

Guns were not suitable for close combat, so the group raised their Tang swords to fight.

Nan Yan's goal was clear: he went straight for Wang Meng.

He wanted to take his life to avenge his insult to 'Qin Miao'.

As a top soldier, he was used to capturing the leader first, and he was also used to being the one to capture the leader.

Wang Meng was hiding peacefully in the back, having just finished bandaging his broken finger, when he was unexpectedly attacked by 'Nan Yan'.

He reacted quickly and caught the Tang sword that 'Nanyan' swung at him with his own.

Unexpectedly, the knife in his hand broke in two, and he rolled away to avoid it.

'Nan Yan' wouldn't give him a chance to breathe; Tang Dao arrived immediately.

But perhaps Wang Meng's prestige was so great that a new generation of soldiers came to his rescue.

Four new recruits stood in front of Wang Meng and began fighting with 'Nan Yan'.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Meng rushed towards Fang Xiyue, who was fighting fiercely.

His mission today was to abduct Fang Xiyue and take her back. He didn't care how many of his new recruits' lives would be lost.

The younger soldiers were all recruited when they first arrived in Baihua District; they weren't exactly regular soldiers.

Having learned from her previous experience, Fang Xiyue released her spiritual power in a small area, so she had already noticed Wang Meng sneaking up behind her.

Just as Wang Meng reached out with a handkerchief stained with medicine to cover her mouth, Fang Xiyue's Tang sword unexpectedly changed direction and stabbed Wang Meng straight through.

Wang Meng coughed up blood, glanced down at the two knives stuck in his body, pointed at Fang Xiyue who was smiling at him, and collapsed to the ground in despair.

Fang Xiyue and the arriving 'Nan Yan' tacitly drew their knives.

"Thanks."

Are you alright?

The two spoke at the same time.

"You're welcome."

"fine."

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Fang Xiyue looked away and took out a small megaphone.

"Wang Meng is dead! Anyone who wants to live, surrender!"

Fang Xiyue held the megaphone to her mouth and shouted loudly.

Those new recruits who were still struggling unconsciously relaxed when they heard the voice.

They looked around in a panic and, sure enough, saw Wang Meng's body lying there.

Seeing that they had lost their fighting spirit, the Peak Squad and the Radiant Sun Squad huddled together.

These people were not regular soldiers; they were just ordinary people with superpowers.

Against well-trained soldiers, they had no chance of winning; even fighting ten against one, they couldn't kill a single soldier.

They suffered heavy losses, though none of them died, they were all wounded.

"So many of you could have easily survived in the apocalypse, why did you join the evil Newborn Army?"

They are harming our compatriots, hurting our nation, and instigating a civil war among our people! Now our enemy is the zombies!

They are not your compatriots who share the same Chinese blood!

Fang Xiyue's words caused the new recruits who had originally wanted to fight to drop their weapons.

They seemed to wake up in an instant, realizing what they had done and filled with regret.

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