On the battlefield, smoke filled the air and war drums thundered.
Song Yunming stood amidst the chaos, his eyes as sharp as a falcon's. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to the rapidly approaching cavalry in the distance, and a look of delight appeared on his face.
He knew in his heart that these cavalry units must be Chen Zhennan's special forces coming to support him, because the identical gunshots and the incredibly powerful firepower were something that no one else could possess.
He shouted loudly, his voice filled with undisguised joy: "Brothers, look over there! Our reinforcements have arrived!"
His words, like a gentle spring breeze, instantly spread throughout the entire battlefield. The special forces soldiers all looked up, their faces shining with hope.
At this moment, Chen Zhennan stood on the border line, his figure like an unshakable mountain peak, his eyes like torches, watching Yan Shiyu lead the special forces team to charge into the infantry army of the Jewish cult.
Beside him, Song Yunyang was smiling gently as she looked at his profile. Her smile was as warm and bright as the spring sun.
She said softly, "Brother Nan, you always bring hope at the most crucial moments." Her voice was full of admiration and trust.
Chen Zhennan smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling with determination and wisdom. He replied, "Yunyang, we share the same goal: to protect this land and our people."
On the battlefield, Yan Shiyu's special forces team was like tigers descending the mountain. Their submachine guns spat fire, and their bullets rained down like a dense and deadly storm.
The Jewish infantry army fell like wheat fields swept by a whirlwind under their onslaught.
The special forces had incredibly powerful firepower, and every shot they fired threw the enemy's formation into further disarray.
The Jewish infantrymen's faces were filled with fear and despair; their eyes no longer held the arrogance and confidence they once had.
They began to scatter and flee, trying to escape this nightmarish battle.
However, the special forces members pursued relentlessly, their submachine guns spitting out deadly flames, felling enemy after enemy to the ground.
On the battlefield, the setting sun shone like blood, and the smoke of battle lingered. Song Yunyang stood amidst the devastation, gazing at the horrific scene around her. Her brows furrowed, and deep astonishment was evident in her eyes.
She turned to Chen Zhennan, her voice filled with confusion and bewilderment: "Zhennan, why did we act so ruthlessly this time? If we had stopped now and negotiated with Greenberg, there might still have been room for maneuver."
Her words revealed a hint of reluctance, as if she were weary of this endless killing.
Chen Zhennan's gaze was deep. He understood Song Yunyang's doubts. After all, he had said that the ultimate goal of war was to reduce killing, but this time, he chose to let his special forces brothers carry out the massacre.
A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, yet tinged with helplessness: "Yunyang, there are some people in this world who cannot be changed." His voice was deep, like an ancient bell echoing in the twilight.
Song Yunyang's face was full of curiosity, and she couldn't help but ask, "What kind of person?" Her voice carried a hint of urgency, as she wanted to know the answer in Chen Zhennan's heart.
Chen Zhennan pointed to the Jewish believers who had fallen under the guns of the special forces, his eyes filled with sorrow: "It is people like them who think they are God's children, and the God in their hearts is the supreme one."
His words revealed a critique of this blind faith: "But look at them now, the God in their hearts has not come to save them, but they are doing things worse than beasts in the name of God. In other words, people with rigid thinking."
Song Yunyang fell silent, her gaze fixed on the fallen corpses, a complex mix of emotions welling up within her.
She knew that Chen Zhennan's words were not without reason; these people's minds were firmly bound by the shackles of religion, and they could not break free.
Their actions, though cloaked in a sacred guise, were in fact filled with bloodshed and violence.
Chen Zhennan continued, "Yunyang, we cannot have any illusions about these unchangeable people. Their beliefs have become pathological, and their behavior has deviated from humanity. We must use strong measures to stop the spread of this pathology."
His voice was firm and powerful, as unshakable as a rock.
Song Yunyang nodded, a resolute glint in her eyes: "I understand, Zhennan. We cannot allow this morbid belief to continue harming the world."
Her voice carried a hint of determination, as if she were prepared to fight to the very end.
On the battlefield, the special forces soldiers have begun clearing the area. Their movements are swift and orderly, demonstrating the special forces' strict discipline and efficient execution.
They knew that although this battle was over, the war was not over, and they needed to continue moving forward and fighting until final victory.
Chen Zhennan stood on the battlefield, his figure appearing exceptionally tall, his eyes gleaming with the light of victory.
He knew that this battle would become part of their legend, and their names would be passed down to future generations.
He looked up at the sky, where the dark clouds had begun to disperse, and sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining on the land and bringing new hope and vitality.
Song Yunyang stood beside him, her eyes filled with pride and admiration.
She said softly, "Brother Nan, you have created a miracle once again."
Her words were full of affection and trust, which warmed Chen Zhennan's heart.
Chen Zhennan smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling with determination and wisdom, and replied, "Song Yunyang, as long as we are united, there is no difficulty that we cannot overcome."
His words were powerful and resounding, like a vow, filling Song Yunyang's heart with strength.
On the battlefield, the smoke gradually dissipated, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the ravaged land, gilding this war-torn land with a tragic golden hue.
The special forces' relentless slaughter swept through the Jewish cult's lines like a storm. Those who were still mentally sound finally broke down in the face of the flying bullets and relentless artillery fire and chose to retreat.
They were no longer willing to become cannon fodder for pointless sacrifice, and the bugle call to charge became pale and powerless under the threat of death.
Chen Zhennan stood on high ground on the battlefield, his gaze piercing through the layers of smoke as he watched the retreat of the Jewish God Cult army.
His face showed no joy of victory, only a deep contemplation. He knew that victory in this war was not the end, but the beginning of another struggle.
He took a deep breath and gave the order: "Sound the retreat."
His voice echoed across the battlefield like a bugle call, announcing the temporary end of the battle.
"Let's go see our old friends."
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