Lin Zhan led the Executioners and the Great Shang Ancestral Court Guard, making no attempt at concealment as they advanced towards the Undead race's allied army base.
These two units, composed of at least Diamond-level powerhouses, covered the distance of over 100 kilometers in just twenty minutes.
Upon arriving at the military base with his main force, Lin Zhan was stunned by the scene before him.
"Weren't they supposed to scout? Why are they already engaged in combat?"
Lin Zhan watched as Dian Wei, Xu Chu, and Zhao Zilong, each leading their respective hero corps, were relentlessly charging and slaughtering within the base.
The Great Halberd Soldiers, the Tiger Guards, and the White Horse Riders, each numbering three thousand strong, followed the three kings, facing an enemy force dozens of times their size without a hint of fear, solely focused on cutting down their foes.
Lin Zhan commanded the ten leaders of the Executioner Vanguard: "Executioner Vanguard, full assault! In this battlefield, everyone who is not from our Hua Xia is to be cut down."
"Understood."
Ten Zhen Clan Quasi-Kings bowed to Lin Zhan and led their respective vanguard detachments into the fray of the military base.
The young Daoist Zhang Haoming's eyes gleamed with excitement as he witnessed the might of the Executioner Vanguard. He raised his double-barreled shotgun and fired two shots into the air:
"Holy hell, that's the boss's style! Brothers, charge!"
With that, he began to scurry forward on his short legs.
However, he was only able to take a couple of steps before Zhang Qinghan, who had accompanied him for protection, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him.
"You little brat, behave yourself! Don't get too cocky just because you have a broken gun. Stay here obediently."
The young Daoist, still kicking his short legs, shouted towards Lin Zhan:
"Big Brother, Big Brother, see that Old Ancestor Dian Wei protecting that fellow who's been beaten senseless? That's Boss Cao... Ptooey! That's the shareholder of Lou Wai Lou, Old Ancestor Cao Mengde. He's the foremost tomb raider of our human race!"
"He must have found a great tomb here! We're going to get rich! Hurry, grab him! Don't let him get hurt."
Lin Zhan knew that his brother-in-law, perhaps accustomed to the scarcity of resources at the Heavenly Master Mansion, possessed an extraordinary nose for wealth. There was nothing profitable that this boy couldn't discover.
Lin Zhan then focused his gaze and noticed that Dian Wei and Xu Chu were diligently protecting a severely wounded handsome old man.
Young Master Lin now understood that this must be the "Boss Cao" who was known for admiring other men's wives, as Dian Wei had described.
"Xuan Yi, order the entire Great Shang Ancestral Court Guard to advance! Bring Boss Cao over first, before he gets killed."
"Understood."
Xuan Yi signaled the Ancestral Court Guards, and twelve thousand Diamond-peak powerhouses, like tigers released from their cages, charged into the military base.
Lin Zhan turned to Orochi and said, "Orochi, watch the void. Don't let those Undead bastards ambush us."
Orochi nodded and replied, "Don't worry, Uncle. Xuan Qing and the other two are guarding the void. The Undead race won't be able to sneak up on us."
A little over ten minutes later, the sounds of battle gradually died down.
All six hundred thousand troops of the Undead race were annihilated without exception.
Out of the thirty thousand American soldiers, over twenty thousand surrendered, crouching on the ground.
The commander of the Executioner Vanguard surreptitiously glanced around.
Seeing that Lin Zhan wasn't paying attention, he intended to order his men to execute the prisoners.
The young Daoist quickly intervened: "Whoa, whoa, don't kill them all. They're all money!"
While others might not be afforded respect by these Executioner killers, the young Daoist Zhang Haoming's words carried weight.
In fact, it wasn't just the Executioner Vanguard; the young Daoist had influence over almost all of Lin Zhan's troops.
To these soldiers, this young fellow was practically a god of wealth. With just a few words from him, their unit's weaponry, equipment, or even benefits could be improved.
The commander of the Executioner Vanguard looked at the young Daoist and said, "What's up, Little Son-in-Law? No one will buy these guys anyway, so why not just cut them down."
The young Daoist rolled his eyes and said, "Cut them down for what? As long as we manage the public opinion well and employ moral blackmail, I can get you at least ten thousand 'Head-Chopper' sabers for these twenty thousand weaklings."
The Vanguard Commander exchanged glances with the other leaders and said, "Little Son-in-Law, we don't lack Head-Chopper sabers at the moment. Can you research how to modify our cloaks? Wearing bright red cloaks in this sweltering heat makes people think we're crazy."
The young Daoist was taken aback, suddenly realizing that these hulking simpletons made a valid point.
Just because their commanding officer had a screw loose didn't mean his subordinates had to suffer for it.
"Alright, that's a good idea. I agree. A while back, the spatial rift in Changbai erupted, and the He family and the five Great Earth Immortal families killed a large number of chameleons. Let's find someone to research and make some multi-functional cloaks that can change color according to the environment. We'll equip you with them first."
Upon hearing this, the leaders of the vanguard instantly's eyes lit up:
"Hehe, thank you, Little Son-in-Law. You truly care about us, always thinking of us with good things. From now on, as long as you give the word, besides our Great Marshal, whoever else you want us to chop, the entire Vanguard will do it without blinking an eye. We'll just grab our weapons and get it done."
"That's perfect. Gather twenty thousand men for me. Tomorrow, I need to research collecting money from those fat sheep. You'll help me out and put on a show."
The young Daoist suddenly remembered he had a mission tomorrow and decided to brief them now.
"No problem, Little Son-in-Law, you can count on us. We guarantee you'll look incredibly impressive."
Who said these guys weren't smart and only knew how to kill? Look at them, which one of them doesn't know how to work the system?
The young Daoist nodded at the commanders and said, "Keep an eye on these men. I'm going to find Lin Jiu to start a live stream. How much silver these worthless scoundrels can fetch depends on how Brother Jiu incites the audience's emotions later."
"Brother Jiu, come over and start the live stream! We've got another big one."
Upon hearing Zhang Haoming's summons, Lin Jiu quickly arrived with his death squad, carrying their equipment.
"Little Son-in-Law, what's the topic today? Are we criticizing the government forces of the American special zone, or are we cursing the Undead race's ancestors for three generations?"
Lin Jiu professionally consulted the young Daoist about the live stream's content.
As soon as Lin Jiu finished speaking, the members of the Ninth Squad began setting up around them.
Setting up lights, framing shots, adjusting colors, preparing the scene.
It was a live streaming team with full professionalism.
Watching the death squad of the Ninth Squad from afar, Lin Zhan muttered in bewilderment:
"My death squad, which I've invested heavily in training, is being tricked into doing live streams? If this kid keeps it up for a few more days, won't my entire Lin family death squad end up becoming martial arts movie stars?"