Chapter 150: The Battle Commences, Part II

Ivy, slightly displeased, retorted, "Of course I aimed for the drivers—where else would I shoot?"

Xiao Feng smiled faintly. "Watch closely..." With a thunderous crack, his Black Angel rifle roared, unleashing a massive bullet that, after a breath, struck the truck opposite them, erupting it in a fiery explosion.

The vehicle lost control, careening wildly into the barren roadside wasteland.

"The first shot should always target the engine," Xiao Feng remarked as he fired again. The second truck's engine detonated with a resounding blast, the force even blowing off its roof.

That truck screeched to a halt on the road, blocking the view of the vehicle behind it.

Ivy chuckled, "Let's see how you handle this." She opened fire, picking off the Alliance soldiers dismounting from the trucks one by one.

With no cover, the soldiers fell swiftly beneath Ivy's rapid-fire onslaught. Within moments, she emptied a full magazine. Reloading smoothly, she asked, "Why haven't you fired yet?"

Xiao Feng replied calmly, "I'm lining up my shot; this smoke is really obstructing my vision." Taking a steady breath, he squeezed the trigger once more.

The Black Angel's bullet arced gracefully through the 4,000 meters, shattering both the front and rear glass of the second truck's cabin before passing through the empty cargo hold, then striking the engine of the third truck with deadly precision.

Another explosion thundered across the plain.

Xiao Feng clenched his fist excitedly and exclaimed, "Yes!"

"How is that even possible?" Ivy's disbelief was palpable—shooting through the second truck to ignite the third was beyond imagination.

Xiao Feng grinned. "Why not? Believe it or not, there are even more impossible feats ahead."

"Oh God, don't tell me you're going to blow up the fourth truck too?" Ivy's bloodthirsty sniping continued, both rifles' ranges decisively suppressing the Alliance convoy.

Xiao Feng rose, cradling the Black Angel. "Tell me, would you believe it if I said I could detonate the fourth truck as well?"

"I wouldn't believe it. If you do, I concede."

He took a deep breath. Thick black smoke from the second and third trucks clouded his view, but after careful aiming, he fired. The fourth truck exploded in a fiery blast.

Ivy nearly collapsed in shock. "How is this even possible?"

Rush and Alice voiced their astonishment. "That's incredible!"

Xiao Feng smiled serenely—only he truly grasped the situation. The fourth truck hadn't parked properly, exposing its fuel tank. His bullet had pierced that vulnerable spot, igniting the inferno.

Proudly, he turned to Ivy. "So, do you admit defeat now?"

Ivy nodded in stunned concession. "Alright, I admit it."

"Good. Let's finish them quickly and move to the next position." Xiao Feng raised the Black Angel once more.

Across the desolate plain, the twin rifles echoed relentlessly, felling the Alliance soldiers one after another. Minutes later, their two vehicles roared to life and sped toward a new battlefield.

Meanwhile, southwest of Godo City, the burly veterans Old White and Turner surveyed the ravaged scene. Old White chuckled to Turner, "Seems our duo's still unbeatable, huh?"

Turner took a drag of his cigarette. "Together, our combat power is truly unmatched." He barked orders to the mercenaries, "Clear the battlefield swiftly. Capture all surrendering Alliance troops. Don't forget to retrieve our fallen brothers—we'll give them a proper burial."

Old White discarded his cigarette. "Let's move to the next battleground."

Xiao Feng's strategy was lucid: first annihilate the three weakest Alliance regiments, then combine forces to engage the two largest.

Their ambush tactics rendered the three regiments vulnerable and disoriented. Though heavily armed, the sudden onslaught rendered their heavy weapons ineffective.

Upon arriving at the designated site, Xiao Feng, Rush, Alice, and Ivy observed two armies already clashing. These were Rice's mercenaries from the 57th Protected Zone. Xiao Feng had deliberately excluded Rice's newly formed contingent—he did not yet trust their reliability.

Apparently, Rice had received intelligence—likely from the Godo City headquarters—and arrived with the Level 5 psionic Harry, executing a masterful ambush.

Harry and Rice, both psionics, tore through the soldiers with ferocity.

Numerous trucks and armored personnel carriers bore Harry's imprint; his fists had made the Alliance soldiers' lives a torment.

By the time Xiao Feng arrived, the battle was nearing its conclusion. He and Rush charged into the fray, joining Rice and Harry to thoroughly rout the enemy.

Thus, the three weakest regiments were utterly decimated. The remaining two strongest regiments were still advancing along Godo's roads.

Their commander, a burly, bearded man, gripped his communicator in shock. "What did you say? The three western regiments were defeated? Impossible! Aren't they one mercenary corps? How could they wield such overwhelming power?"

At that moment, ahead of the advancing troops, a combat helicopter squadron suddenly appeared—several black helicopters darting like dark angels through the gloomy sky...