Volume One, Chapter 8: The Rebels—How Did I End Up at a Disadvantage Mid-Fight???

What would be the outcome of four people against more than 500?

The answer was obvious without even thinking.

Those four wouldn’t just lose—they would likely be devoured alive by the 500 in an instant.

Realizing this, Sankel and Rodsen nearly stopped discussing anything related to Squad C.

If death was certain, if annihilation was inevitable, what was there left to talk about?

But then, a few minutes later—

Rat-a-tat—rat-a-tat—

Bang—bang—

Boom—boom—

The Third Armored Platoon of the Flame Company, originally under siege, suddenly noticed something.

The enemy fire around them was weakening—noticeably weakening to the naked eye.

Rat-a-tat—

Bang—

Boom—

Until, at some point, the gunfire from the opposing side ceased entirely.

The previously dense mortar shells and grenades stopped coming altogether.

What was going on?

The soldiers of the Third Armored Platoon of the Flame Company were utterly baffled.

They had prepared for a desperate last stand, and now the enemy had suddenly stopped firing?

What was happening?

As the soldiers exchanged bewildered glances, trying to make sense of it all—

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat—

Rumble—rumble—rumble—

Bang—bang—bang—bang—

Suddenly, intense gunfire erupted nearby, but the target wasn’t them—it seemed to be someone else.

“Could it be reinforcements?”

Curious, Platoon Leader Sankel hastily ordered drones to take off and scout the area.

What they saw through the drone’s live feed stunned not only Sankel but nearly every soldier in the Third Armored Platoon.

From the aerial view, it was clear—the outskirts of Oderland were engulfed in fierce combat.

However, this was no evenly matched battle.

Instead...

Han Cheng was like a dragon weaving through the enemy ranks, dashing, sliding, dodging bullets with breathtaking agility.

Then, raising his hand, rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—he shot, blowing the heads off enemy after enemy.

Meanwhile, his three teammates hid in the shadows. As Han Cheng drew the enemy’s attention and they attempted to encircle him, the teammates struck unexpectedly, picking off enemies with sniper shots.

In short, what had once been dismissed as the reckless and suicidal Squad C—

Now, just the four of them alone, held the attention of an entire enemy force of over 500.

A reinforced battalion of over five hundred, yet unable to subdue four men, and instead being cut down and scattered across the field. How absurd was that?

“What did you say???”

When Rodsen, commander of the Seventh Mercenary Regiment, received this news, his mouth dropped open in disbelief.

Han Cheng and his three comrades holding off 500 enemy soldiers was nothing short of shocking.

Rodsen had served in the military for over twenty years, yet in all that time, he had never witnessed such fierce warriors!

Four men holding back five hundred—was that even humanly possible?

Even though Sankel and Rodsen were amazed, there was someone even more stunned on the land of Oderland Village.

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