Yan Lin ordered Zou Xiaozhou to take Xu Manzhi to the station and also to buy her a ticket back to Haicheng.

Xu Manzhi readily agreed.

She seemed very happy, showing no signs of sadness at parting, or worry about his impending departure for the battlefield; she appeared full of confidence and enthusiasm...

Yan Lin muttered to himself.

This woman is incredibly carefree.

Despite his thoughts, he suppressed his sorrow at parting from his wife and turned to arrange the war effort.

When Qian Lei returned and heard that the other party was going to join forces with the Jing clan, his expression changed drastically.

That shouldn't be the case.

He clearly remembered that this battle had not taken place...

Although Yan Lin suffered greatly in the Jing Clan in his previous life, he destroyed Ruan Wenming's stronghold in one fell swoop and single-handedly took on several of the enemy's assault towers. After joining forces with the hundred-man group, he managed to attack the outskirts of the Jing Clan's royal city in one fell swoop.

Even so, the virus jointly developed by several forces was too powerful and was not used on the battlefield at all. According to intelligence from my previous life, even Yamamoto was infected, and the experiment was forced to stop.

"Yan Lin, how could you send Comrade Xu away at the last minute? What if the other side uses poison gas? We'll have no trump card left," Qian Lei said discontentedly.

At least Xu Manzhi saved Yan Lin and Ah Shui's lives.

Even Ye Qiqi couldn't handle it.

Not to mention the group of doctors during the city lockdown.

It's practically useless.

"Heh." Yan Lin said, "What? My woman is here to visit me. She's not a soldier, nor a military doctor. I'm on the battlefield fighting the enemy. I'm not an ace, so you expect me to rely on my wife? Are you out of your mind?"

Qian Lei's face turned bright red from the scolding.

He didn't want to either.

Isn't this just in case?

"Alright, stop dawdling. Time is our biggest asset. Let's go to the human lab now and destroy this hideout so we don't become too passive," Yan Lin said.

A harmful thing.

A pack of inhuman mad dogs, scum who will be infamous for eternity.

He swore he wouldn't be human if he didn't kill that bastard.

Qian Lei was unsure of himself.

But Yan Lin's attitude was resolute.

At this moment, Zou Xiaozhou, Liao Yu, and others entered one by one, carrying weapons and a map of the Jingzu territory.

After they analyzed and agreed on their strategy, Yan Lin was preparing to set off.

But a young soldier came in carrying a large snakeskin bag. After saluting, he said, "Battalion Commander, this is what my wife left behind. She said that if you apply this to your clothes, it can help you fight off the virus."

Upon hearing this, Qian Lei and the others all turned their heads.

Is it true or false?

Last time she said the antidote was made by Zhang Dayong, so how come there's such a big bag of medicine...?

Zou Xiaozhou stepped forward and opened the snakeskin bag.

Goodness.

It was full of clumps of mud inside...

Will it be useful?

Yan Lin also stepped forward to take a look, but almost instinctively gave the order: "Quickly, give everyone a serving, not a single one can be missing, and be fast."

"yes."

The young soldier also handed Yan Lin a letter.

Yan Lin glanced at it quickly.

Under the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd, his neck flushed slightly as he said, "It's nothing. We're entering the highest level of combat readiness; we can't afford to be careless."

"yes."

Even Zou Xiaozhou, who loves to joke, became nervous.

The atmosphere of lockdown has reached unprecedented levels.

Considering the safety of the people, the military region immediately evacuated ordinary residents on the border, plastered mud on the walls to set up anti-gas tents, and distributed anti-gas supplies to its troops for emergencies.

Midnight.

The Surprising Clan's combat zone.

"General He, how is the production of your poison gas bombs going?" Wilson sat down in the main seat with an air of superiority and asked General He Guangfu of the Jingzu tribe in a very impolite manner.

He Guangfu was furious, but remembering that the other party was a general hired by the king at great expense, he suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Naturally, we worked overtime to produce them, and there are at least 2,000 rounds."

"Only two thousand?" Wilson said, dissatisfied.

But then he thought of the Chinese people's weakness and vulnerability, and couldn't help but laugh. Instead, he patted He Guangfu on the shoulder and said loudly, "Don't worry, with a victorious general like me here, we're not afraid of defeating the Chinese!"

“That would be perfect, our king is getting impatient too,” He Guangfu said.

“Alright, at four o’clock tonight, while they’re sleeping like logs, we’ll airdrop some supplies and catch them off guard,” Wilson said confidently.

They brought not only men, but also a large quantity of military equipment and weapons.

This was all paid for by the King of the Shocking Clan.

Wilson couldn't stop smiling at the thought of making a fortune.

At this moment, the laboratory door was wide open, and the first batch of poison gas bombs was being loaded onto vehicles, ready to be sent into the combat zone.

Wearing protective clothing, Yamamoto stepped forward and instructed the truck driver: "You must pay attention to safety and try to minimize bumps on the road. If there is a gas leak, even with protective gear, you will not escape death."

The driver nodded.

"Go."

Yamamoto, along with a group of researchers, watched the vehicle leave.

Just as they were about to close the door, an injured man crawled in, covered in blood, shouting, "I, I'm the real driver who came to pick me up—"

Realizing something was wrong, Yamamoto frantically shouted, "Close the door! Close the door quickly—"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

A group of elite soldiers, all dark-skinned and covered in mud, suddenly burst in. The leader was an extremely ugly man who was not covered in mud and was even openly wearing a Chinese military uniform.

"Yamamoto."

"Who, who are you people?"

Yamamoto panicked and tried to escape.

Yan Lin darted forward, his short knife slicing through the man's protective suit, grabbed him by the neck, and with a swift movement, coldly ordered, "Move out and dismantle this drug depot."

"Charge!"

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