"This is a complete warrant. Marquis of Huyang, please take a look and see if there is anything amiss?" Zhao Qirui tossed the warrant aside, and the thin piece of paper flew flat to Yang Xiaozhang and came to a stop abruptly.
Yang Xiaozhang looked down and saw that the handwriting on the warrant was sharp and menacing, and the contents of the warrant almost made him fall to the ground.
"General... why have I been conscripted into the Death Squad? I... as a nobleman of the empire, have done nothing wrong..."
"Lord Huyang, you are mistaken. The elite troops of the Nen Kingdom, the Death Squad, do not require anyone to make mistakes to join the Death Squad."
Zhou Yuan, who had been silent and seemingly kind all along, suddenly spoke, leaving Yang Xiaozhang utterly devastated. Both of the two realms believed he should go to the Death Squad; now it wasn't a question of whether he wanted to go, but rather that he might never leave the Death Squad again. His heart was now filled with regret, "Why was I so afraid of death back then?"
The orcs were much more decisive than Zhao Qirui had anticipated. When the second Great Xia army rushed out of the trading city, an orc army of about 10,000 men led hundreds of thousands of Rakshasa people in a desperate charge against the Great Xia army.
The suicide squad was at the forefront, and a large number of orcs charged forward with howls. Their eyes began to fill with blood and tears, and blood blurred their vision. Their minds were filled with nothing but hatred and sorrow.
Qin Fafeng was also howling and weeping. When Zhao Qirui had assigned him to the suicide squad, he could hardly believe his ears. He had tried to resist, but Zhao Qirui's words were as cold and hard as iron, piercing his heart: "You're just an adopted son. Even if Qin Rui came, he would have to obey my orders. What are you anyway?"
The orcs, blinded by rage, disregarded the surrounding Xia army and relentlessly pursued their two most conspicuous targets. After all, they were surrounded by numerous heavily armored guards! Countless javelins rained down on Qin Fafeng and Yang Xiaozhang, orcs falling one after another around them, yet they showed no intention of changing course.
Everyone in the Great Xia army changed direction, even their comrades in the Death Squad. They all avoided the area where the two were fighting. Why bother with such a tough nut to crack when the demoralized Rakshasa were so easy to kill?
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