Wildfire Town at night is a sea of ​​laughter, with the constant footsteps and the clatter of sand shakers everywhere.

The joy of the people was so great that it drowned out the music. From a distance of about five kilometers, the Ninth Division rebels who came to plunder could clearly hear the people singing in Wildfire Town.

When they looked up and noticed the dazzling, colorful lights above Wildfire Town, their attention was completely captured by the frenzied singing, and the name [Bernice] was deeply imprinted in their minds.

Soon, a rebel soldier dressed as a squad leader broke away from the main group and made his way through the crowded throng. He identified the people around him by the few general stars on his uniform. After searching around several times, he finally found the person he was looking for.

So the squad leader crouched down slowly and whispered, "Military Minister?"

"Hmm? Speak!"

The military minister responded and then slowly turned his head.

The squad leader could see at a glance the thick layer of flesh on his face, and the long scar across his eye twisted like a centipede when he blinked, which was extremely frightening and disgusting.

The squad leader didn't dare to look any longer and immediately lowered his head, saying, "Minister of War, none of the squads we sent out to gather intelligence have returned."

"Oh?" The military minister's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he suddenly became interested. The fat on his face bulged with emotion, turning into a ferocious and bloodthirsty expression. He cackled eerily:

"But the people in Wildfire Town seem to be having a lot of fun. Could it be that they've fallen into a harem and don't want to come back?"

Upon hearing the military minister's words, the squad leader broke out in a cold sweat, his heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively clutched his chest, his lips trembling.

"No, that's not it... Perhaps the feast is only a matter for Wildfire Town, and the Son of Calydon is still maintaining order."

"I think we can...."

The squad leader finally mustered up the courage to continue explaining his views, even under pressure from the military minister.

But to everyone's surprise, the military minister was completely unconcerned about all of this. With a furrowed brow and an extremely impatient wave of his hand, he interrupted the squad leader:

"stop!"

The words the squad leader was about to say were suddenly stuck in his throat, and he looked constipated.

The military minister stood up. His broad frame gave him a height far exceeding that of ordinary people, almost two and a half meters, which made him physically superior to others, and often gave rise to the illusion of looking down on the world.

This time was no surprise...

"...Ha, how many sons of Calydon are there? How can they have the ability to control so many of my reconnaissance squads? I think they're just having too much fun to do anything serious!"

"Pass on my order: the armored units are not needed; just load up the supplies at the end. The infantry will launch a full-scale attack and defend Wildfire Town as quickly as possible, gathering everyone inside together."

The military minister waved his hand and issued the order directly.

"But..."

The squad leader hesitated for a moment, about to offer some advice, when a glare from the military minister silenced him. He felt a sudden tightness in his chest, as if someone had grabbed his neck and was suffocating.

So the mild-mannered squad leader chose to back down, bowed and left with a satisfied nod from the military minister, returning to his unit.

Soon, as orders were passed down through the ranks, the Ninth Division of the rebels, which had been lying in ambush on the outskirts of Wildfire Town, began to move.

Under the moonlight, they slowly crept to the outskirts of Wildfire Town, and miraculously, no one discovered them.

The squad leader was amazed. Although their infantry unit was not large, it still numbered close to two thousand, and yet no one had noticed such a massive march.

Does that mean the military minister really guessed right this time? The people in Wildfire Town were having so much fun that they didn't even take the most basic precautions!

Suddenly, a glimmer of hope appeared in the squad leader's heart, and his whole body became hot.

Finally, when they were about a kilometer away from Wildfire Town, the squad leader could no longer contain his excitement and shouted almost excitedly:

"All units, charge!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he nimbly got up from the ground, grabbed his rifle, and charged forward with a roar, afraid of falling behind.

The remaining rebels looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt.

What's wrong? I've never seen the squad leader so eager to die before!

Holy crap, he's trying to be the first to get there!

After a while, the rebels finally came to their senses, got up from the ground, and ran with all their might, shouting loudly.

"Kill them!"

"For the hefty reward, charge!"

“…”

Thousands of infantrymen charged forward together, their battle cries shaking the very ground.

So much so that... they completely ignored the fact that the ground was actually shaking!

As they approached Wildfire Town, the fastest-running squad leader among them faintly heard another, different sound hidden beneath the loud music.

That's... the sound of a hammer hitting a wall?

The squad leader, filled with doubt, unconsciously slowed down. His years of experience stirred his fragile nerves, and his keen intuition began to kick in, discerning the possible voices hidden beneath the mentally polluting words of "Bernice" that permeated the air.

He didn't even notice that his teammates were already ahead of him.

Hammer...to smash the wall?

No, that's not all... There also sounds of a truck engine...

Wait, that's the sound of a truck engine!

We've been scammed!

The squad leader suddenly realized everything and looked up in horror. At that moment, the steel beast roared and howled, and even Bernice was briefly suppressed as it unleashed its full power to display its majesty!

boom!

With a sound of breaking through the wall, trucks burst through the wall. The closest rebels were buried in the sand by flying bricks and rubble before they could be crushed by the trucks, and were run over alive by the trucks' huge tires!

More than twenty trucks suddenly crashed through the building and sprang out. The excited truck drivers were flailing their arms and legs inside their trucks, gripping the steering wheel with excitement, their faces contorted with rage and their eyes filled with madness. They were yelling hoarsely, "What are you running for? Get down under the wheels! I haven't hit anyone in ages! Today I'm going to have my fill of crashing!"

But the rebels weren't about to let the drivers have their way. Some scattered and fled, while others knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Help!"

"Wait, I was just passing by... I surrender, I'll tell you everything!"

"Hire me first, I'll work hard!"

"..."

All I could hear were wails and pleas for mercy, and my vision was filled with blood.

The advancing rebels fell like wheat before they could even load a bullet. Their comrades behind them were blinded by the high beams of the enemy trucks and couldn't hit a single shot. Instead, their firing revealed their own positions.

Although the people in the outer ring are poor, they are warm and hospitable.

Since we have guests who have come from afar, no matter how tight our finances are, we must treat them to a meal of peanuts, otherwise it would be too shabby, wouldn't it?

As a result, in the exchange of fire, it was the rebels who were at a disadvantage.

That's not all!