The crossbowmen stood on the last troop carrier, and after the first volley of fire, they immediately drove away, scattering to various locations to deal with the biker gang.

Bang!

Bang!

The biker gang began to fight back.

They avoided the metal vehicle that had the strongest impact and instead fired directly at the driver's cab.

The accuracy is not low.

The battlefield was thrown into chaos.

Sparks flew from the metal vehicle as a bullet ricocheted off its body. The driver was blown in the head, his glass shattered, and he fell against the window. The vehicle immediately lost its balance and crashed into another metal vehicle next to it.

The soldier in the co-pilot's seat couldn't save him in time. He opened the door and rushed out to save his life. When he looked up, he saw that the sand dunes were covered with arrows stuck at an angle.

The bodies of the biker gang members lay scattered not far away, their blood seeping into the gravel.

The two armies clashed!

The axe-wielder threw his weapon, which precisely struck a biker on the head. His reckless spirit vanished instantly, and his motorcycle lost its balance and crashed into the sand.

Bang!

The next second, the axe-wielder was shot dead by another biker, right in the chest.

The axemen around them panicked and the group began to scatter.

However, the next second, they heard a burst of rifle fire coming from afar. The 'Sand Crocodile-10' in the mercenary's hand was the automatic weapon that everyone dreamed of, and the spent cartridges were hitting the sand with a thud.

More than a dozen motorcycles speeding along the road were shot down.

Upon seeing this, the bikers ahead scattered in different directions, keeping their distance and not daring to engage in a direct confrontation.

The battlefield quickly became a scene of devastation.

The spearmen drew their bows at short distance and threw two volleys of spears. The steel bars pierced the motorcycle's fuel tank, and amidst the sparks, there was another loud bang!

More than twenty motorcyclists jumped out of their vehicles, guns in hand, and confronted the group of new recruits armed with melee weapons.

Morale was quickly shattered.

After more than a dozen men died, the formation immediately collapsed, with axemen and spearmen colliding and shoving each other in an attempt to retreat.

Chen Da, also a deputy regimental commander, fired a shot into the air, jumped out of the passenger seat of a metal vehicle, and strode towards the chaotic crowd, shouting, "Whoever retreats dies! Let's see who dares to be a deserter!"

These new recruits came from the underworld and were frequently harassed and attacked by biker gangs, so they had a natural fear of them.

Being able to throw a couple of spears and axes is already quite good, which shows that the training over the past few days has been effective.

But when faced with the motorcycle gang charging at them with guns, a single burst of bullets could wipe out several people, so the soldiers in the front row were still filled with fear and couldn't help but retreat.

"I really have no face to see the master now." Yuan Yongliang sighed, speechless.

Mad Dog stood beside him and said calmly, "They won't lose because they outnumber the enemy, but the collapse of morale is a big problem. The biker gang has cast too long a shadow over them."

"We fight with guns but no guns. You see, our throwers are too inaccurate. It takes twenty or thirty shots to hit one person. It's all based on luck."

"The spear is still a bit too heavy."

"This is already the standard weight. The recruits are too thin and weak; they can't keep up with the strength training..."

The two commanders were analyzing the battle situation.

In Mad Dog's experience, the best training scenario is to fight with more soldiers than others, taking it easy and not aiming to annihilate the enemy completely, but rather to let the new recruits see blood and cultivate their courage.

But the results were still not good.

Throughout the entire battlefield, the three Hedgehog vehicles were always the ones wreaking havoc beneath the sand dunes, rampaging and crashing into everything. Coupled with the high-precision shooting of the mercenaries equipped with rifles, many people died.

On the other hand, the area where the new recruits came into contact with the new recruits was a terrible sight.

A large number of new recruits tried to run away, but if Chen Da hadn't fired his gun and shot more than a dozen deserters on the spot, they would have all fled and been suppressed by dozens of bikers.

“The biker gang are thugs who frequently commit robberies. In terms of sheer force, we're no match for them,” Yuan Yongliang sighed. “Should we notify the gunmen’s battalion?”

The mad dog was about to speak.

The sunlight on the sand dunes suddenly flickered.

A metal vehicle sped over the hill, and a dark shadow suddenly leaped out from the sky.

With two quick flashes, he charged into the battle formation.

Three handleless blades rose into the air, reflecting a cold glint in the sunlight. They first pierced the head of a biker, then punctured the fuel tank of a motorcycle, and finally the last blade spun in an arc and cut out, killing all six or seven bikers in the front row!

Several heads rolled to the ground.

The new recruits in the front row were all dumbfounded!

"The master has come to save us!"

"It's Master Qin!"

"Brothers, follow the master and kill!"

The collapsing morale surged instantly. Qin Che transformed into a black panther, too conspicuous in the dry, yellow desert. With a flick of his body, he vanished completely in a flash, only to reappear dozens of meters away the next second. Three knives were thrown high, spun, thrust straight, and slashed down around him, instantly killing countless bikers.

This time, the biker gang quickly realized something was wrong.

Their leader was hiding among the crowd.

Upon seeing the dark figure appear, they gasped in shock, "Retreat!"

All the remaining life force in the desert whipped around and ran away in a frenzy.

The cheetah gave chase at full speed.

The three swords, arranged in a formation, were aimed straight at the biker gang's rear.

In the blink of an eye, five or six more people died.

But this time they sped very fast, leaping down a sand dune in the blink of an eye. Qin Che appeared, panting, and looked down, exchanging a deep, affectionate glance with the leader who had turned to look at him.

"No need to chase any further, let's take stock of the battlefield."

Mad Dog and his men, who had driven up, quickly bowed and left to carry out their orders.

0/410.

My psionic energy was completely depleted, but the fight was incredibly satisfying.

Killing bikers on such a wide battlefield consumes a huge amount of psionic energy, far more than the energy consumed in street fighting.

These bandits were highly mobile, and they were also very good at kiting infantry on the battlefield. In this encounter, the Black Street side suffered considerable losses, but Qin Che did not feel any heartache. He was even completely unaffected.

They were already outnumbered, and their morale was almost shattered, so Qin Che had no choice but to fight back.

This time it worked out. With his support, the biker gang of over a hundred people was reduced to just a few, who fled in panic.

The losses have been mitigated.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that over a hundred people had died on their side.

They appeared to have won, but in reality, they suffered a huge loss.

"Pile up the bodies and burn them. Dismantle the remaining intact locomotives and carry them back," Qin Che ordered in a deep voice.

Those who die are all consumables.

Those who survive can grow into elite soldiers if they experience several bloody battles.

So, who would sympathize with the consumables?

Once the ranks are cleared out, we can recruit more people. In the fourth and fifth districts and the underworld, there are just too many people who want to join the army...