792 dead Great General

"Someone help! Quickly, someone help!" The adjutant, cradling the unconscious General Feng Kezhi, called out loudly, "The Great General is injured! Go get a doctor! Quickly!"

The room door behind him was once again kicked open by someone, the sound not at all like something Dahua military personnel would dare to do.

Startled, the adjutant quickly turned around to see a soldier dressed in gear he had never seen before. The soldier was equipped with complex tactical gear, with various pockets on the chest that made him look bulky, completely different from Dahua's soldiers.

Even more frightening was that the charging soldier was wearing a mask with the jaw of a skull painted on it, that under the dimly lit room, looked like a ghost clad in military fatigues and a steel helmet.

"Drop your weapon!" The intruder, holding a short-barreled assault rifle, pointed the dark barrel at the adjutant, not relaxing his vigilance in the slightest.