redvbooks Chapter 68 Qin Zhenshou's Shock
Chapter 68 Qin Zhenshou's Shock
Qin Zhentian walked downstairs, glanced up at the small building, and then strode in.
Supervisor Wang hurriedly went to greet him: "Governor Qin, why have you come in person?"
"Major Ye's friend has arrived, so of course I had to come and see him." Qin Zhentian's voice was loud and clear, and the whole building could hear it clearly.
He went up the stairs to the second floor and saw Zhao Tieshan and his three companions.
"Are you Ye Feng's friends?"
Zhao Tieshan stood ramrod straight, subconsciously puffing out his chest.
"Yes...yes."
"Don't be nervous." Qin Zhentian smiled, his tone very easygoing.
"Ye Feng saved Fortress No. 3; he is our benefactor. His friend is my friend."
He walked up to Zhao Tieshan and extended his hand.
"Qin Zhentian".
Zhao Tieshan quickly grasped his hand.
"Zhao... Zhao Tieshan."
"Brother Zhao, where is Ye Feng now?"
Zhao Tieshan briefly recounted what had happened.
When Qin Zhentian heard that Wang Dehou had transformed into a monster from the "Heavenly Demon Clan," his brows furrowed.
When he heard that Ye Feng had entered the mine tunnel alone, Qin Zhentian suddenly stood up.
"What did you say? Ye Feng went into the mine?!"
"Yes...yes."
"Damn it!" Qin Zhentian's face turned ashen.
"Those mine tunnels all lead to Fortress One. What is Fortress One? It's the lair of the mutated rat swarm! Hundreds of thousands of mutated rats! And a fifth-tier rat king!"
"Ye Feng is going alone! Isn't that suicide?!"
Zhao Tieshan was startled.
But when they heard that the mine led to Fortress No. 1, their expressions changed drastically.
As a hunter who had been in Jiangcheng for over a decade, how could he not know what Fortress No. 1 was?
But why did he never know that those mine tunnels led to Fortress One?
Qin Zhentian paced back and forth anxiously, "Those are hundreds of thousands of mutated rats! Not just a few dozen! Even a sixth-tier expert would have to think twice before facing hundreds of thousands of mutated rats!"
He stopped and looked at Zhao Tieshan.
"How long has he been gone?"
"It's been about... three hours."
"Three hours..." Qin Zhentian took a deep breath, "There's still time."
He turned and walked out.
"Manager Wang!"
"exist!"
"Immediately assemble all elite combat personnel from Fortress Three—three hundred men, fully armed—at the city gate in ten minutes!"
"yes!"
Qin Zhentian strode down the stairs, his footsteps making a loud thumping sound.
Zhao Tieshan chased after him to the stairwell and called out, "Guard Qin!"
Qin Zhentian stopped and looked back at him.
"Is Ye Feng... really in danger?"
Qin Zhentian remained silent for two seconds.
"I don't know," he said, "but Fortress One is Jiangcheng's nightmare. For three years, no one has dared to set foot in that place. Ye Feng's willingness to go means he has a certain degree of confidence."
"But I have to go and see for myself!"
He turned around and continued walking down.
"No matter what, I can't let anything happen to him on my turf."
Gate of Fortress No. 3.
Three hundred elite combat personnel have been assembled.
They are the strongest fighting force in Fortress No. 3, each of them being a second-tier or higher warrior, equipped with the most advanced weapons and equipment.
They were dressed in uniform black combat suits, with swords at their waists, and their eyes were sharp as knives.
Qin Zhentian stood at the front of the line and scanned the crowd.
"Today, we're going to Fortress One."
A low murmur arose within the ranks.
Fortress No. 1.
This name is a nightmare for every soldier in Jiangcheng.
Three years ago, 9,700 comrades died there in that battle.
That was the most tragic chapter in Jiangcheng's military history.
"I know what you're thinking," Qin Zhentian said calmly. "Fortress One is dangerous, and the mutated rat swarm is terrifying. But there's a young man right here in Fortress One. He's going to face those mutated rat swarms all by himself."
"His name is Ye Feng."
"It was him who single-handedly defeated the beast horde besieging Fortress No. 3."
"It was him who killed the early stage of the fifth rank Black Scale Giant Lizard with a single strike and forced back the three half-step sixth rank Beast Kings who were besieging Xuanwu Fortress."
"He is a hero of Jiangcheng."
"He is also a hero of Fortress Three."
"What do you say, should we go or not? Should we save them or not?"
"Go! Save them!"
The voices of three hundred people merged into one, causing the rubble on the city wall to fall in a rustling sound.
Qin Zhentian nodded.
"Set off!"
The 300-strong force marched in a grand procession toward Fortress No. 1.
The outer perimeter of Fortress No. 1.
When Qin Zhentian arrived with three hundred men, it was almost dark.
They stopped at the entrance to the mine tunnel outside Fortress No. 1.
Qin Zhentian squatted down and examined the ground carefully.
There were fresh footprints and bloodstains in the soil.
"Those are Ye Feng's footprints," Qin Zhentian deduced. "He went inside."
He stood up, looked at the dark entrance to the mine tunnel, and took a deep breath.
"Go in."
Three hundred people filed into the mine tunnel.
The mine tunnels were dark, with only the faint light of torches. The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, making one want to vomit.
The ground was littered with the corpses of mutated rats, some cleaved in two by a single blow, others pierced through the head by telekinetic needles, their deaths varied in manner.
Qin Zhentian squatted down and examined the corpse of a mutated rat.
The wound was smooth and clean, indicating a fatal blow.
The knife skills were clean and crisp, without any unnecessary movements.
"Excellent swordsmanship," Qin Zhentian couldn't help but exclaim.
The group continued forward.
The deeper you go, the more mutated rat corpses you find.
Upon reaching the ruins of Fortress No. 1, Qin Zhentian stopped.
What did he see?
He saw the ground littered with the corpses of mutated rats.
Densely packed.
Overwhelming.
Piled up like mountains.
It stretches as far as the eye can see.
Hundreds of thousands.
The corpses of hundreds of thousands of mutated rats covered the entire ruins.
They were everywhere—on the ground, on the city walls, on rooftops, and on the ruins.
Blood flowed like rivers, and corpses littered the fields.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, so strong it made one want to vomit.
Qin Zhentian's eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, and he looked as if he had been struck by lightning.
"This...this..."
His voice was trembling.
The three hundred elite soldiers behind him were also stunned.
They had seen many battlefields and many corpses.
But they had never seen such a scene before.
The corpses of hundreds of thousands of mutated rats covered the entire Fortress No. 1.
What does this mean?
This means that Ye Feng alone wiped out the entire mutated rat swarm.
A person.
a knife.
They killed hundreds of thousands of mutated rats.
"Commander Qin..." the adjutant's voice trembled, "This...this was done by Major Ye?"
Qin Zhentian remained silent.
He didn't know what to say.
He walked up to an exceptionally large corpse, squatted down, and examined it closely.
This is a mutated rat king, fourth tier.
Judging from the wound, he was killed with a single stab.
With a single strike, he killed the fourth-tier mutated rat king.
Qin Zhentian walked forward and saw an even larger corpse.
Fifth-tier peak mutated rat king.
The body was neatly split in two from head to abdomen, with its internal organs spilling out onto the ground.
A knife.
He killed the fifth-tier peak mutated rat king with a single strike.
Qin Zhentian's hands were trembling.
He was a peak fourth-tier martial artist, and he knew how terrifying a peak fifth-tier beast could be.
Even if ten of them were combined, they might not be a match for that Rat King.
Even if the Po Jun Squad came, they wouldn't be able to kill them so easily.
But Ye Feng killed it with a single strike.
"Ye Feng..." Qin Zhentian muttered to himself, "Just what kind of monster are you?"
Just then, footsteps echoed from deep within the ruins.
Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, watching warily in the direction the sound came from.
A figure emerged from the ruins.