Mo Duo rubbed the crystal saber in his hand. The cold scales and the scorching blade spine touched, almost burning his flesh.

However, the Great Chieftain felt the pain but didn't find it unbearable; he felt that the power of his ancestors was entering his body along with this searing pain.

This saber was forged from the tribe's most precious treasure, the legendary “Fire Scale Blade,” and high-carbon crystal from an alien planet.

Thus, Mo Duo named it “Fire Scale Blade · Strong.”

There was nothing he could do; as the most valiant tribal chieftain among the Sand People, he really hadn't read many books.

We need to understand.

Additionally, the so-called tribal treasure “Fire Scale Blade” was actually a naturally formed large iron sheet containing some fire opal fragments, but Chieftain Mo Duo adamantly denied this claim.

This was a treasure bestowed upon the Sand People, upon the Red Lake Tribe, by the gods and the spirits of the ancestors!

It represented the courage and glory of the Sand People!

It was destined to become the divine artifact of the Sand People's common lord.

The common lord of the Sand People... what a glorious goal! What a sacred future! What a brilliant moment! That would be the era of the Sand People! And I will lead this era!

Mo Duo felt a surge of heat in his heart, as if the scorching heat had transferred from his hand to his body.

He knew he was getting a little carried away, but he also knew that once he took down the human city before him, everything mentioned above would not just be a pipe dream.

“Are you ready, my warriors?” the Great Chieftain, riding a super-large Mo Ke speed dragon, roared.

“For Nuwa!” The Sand People knights, uh, and the charioteers interspersed among the speed dragon riders, roared, raising their rifles and spears.

The Great Chieftain looked at the tanks with satisfaction, and also saw with satisfaction the bulletproof armor on his elite Guardians, the “Blood Lake Guardians.”

Although he hated Earthlings, hated all humanoid creatures, and even hated all extraterrestrial visitors, he had to admit that their weapons were truly good.

It was precisely because he now had twenty tanks, five thousand elite soldiers armed with rifles and crystal sabers, and one thousand elite “Blood Lake Guardians” whose riders and mounts were equipped with alien defensive armor, that he had the leverage to speak at the Lord's Council and the confidence to directly attack Tulon Port.

Those scaleless, short-nosed monkeys were just relying on their strong ships and powerful cannons!

Now that I have their weapons, why should I wait for those cowardly wretches living in the city-states to get ready?

I will bathe this human city in blood! Their skulls will become the steps of my throne!

The Great Chieftain adjusted his special defensive armor again and looked at his young son, Tu Tu, beside him.

The Sand People youth was clad in red armor, his face obscured, a long spear on his back, and a long-handled saber in his hand, which was trembling slightly.

“Are you afraid, my son…?” Mo Duo said.

“Father, Father, no, I wouldn’t dare, I…”

“Learn the first lesson, my son, learn to overcome fear on the battlefield.

You just need one living human, bite his neck with your own teeth, drink his blood, eat him!

Then you will be fearless! You will conquer your enemies, conquer your fear!” The Chieftain patted his son's shoulder, then ignored him, and rode his dragon back to the front of the formation, raising his divine sword high towards the sky, shouting to everyone: “Today we will make a soup of human blood! Trample them! Warriors of Nuwa!”

The Sand People riding speed dragons, interspersed with roaring tanks, began to accelerate forward.

Not only was Great Chieftain Mo Duo the foremost powerful figure among the “Tribal Faction,” but more than ten other tribes, with over a hundred thousand cavalry, also launched their charges simultaneously, forming a flood that surged towards all sides of Tulon Port.

Of course, how much chaos there was within this was truly unknown.

The timing of the attacks was not unified; soldiers of Tribe A blocked the advance of Tribe B, and Tribe C and Tribe D got lost during their advance and crashed into each other.

The Sand People fired warning shots from dragonback but killed their own people, and tanks advancing crushed nearby cavalry.

All of the above happened countless times.

But no matter what, after more than ten minutes of charging, Great Chieftain Mo Duo, with his son and a small number of Guardians, finally rushed to the foot of Tulon and saw the hemispherical light curtain covering the entire city.

At this time, he himself couldn't find his own centurions, but the Chieftain wasn't worried at all.

Anyway, weren't there armed tribesmen all around him?

We have more warriors than all the humans in the city combined, how could we possibly lose? Just charge in!

The Great Chieftain continued to encourage: “Charge in! Charge in!” He was not afraid of the light curtain that could withstand the bombardment of tank main guns.

The Sand People's collaborators had said that such a shield couldn't stop people at all; everyone just needed to pass through it.

“Pass through that light curtain, then open fire!” The Great Chieftain roared at a chariot beside him.

The chariot began to advance, twisting its turret to search for a target as it moved, but it didn't find a target; instead, there was a “Duang” sound, and the gun barrel had already collided with Great Chieftain Mo Duo, who was riding the highest and was the largest target.

The Great Chieftain lay on the ground, bruised and shaken to his core, but more than that, he was completely dumbfounded, having lost the ability to think.

As for the other riders, including Tu Tu himself, they were also completely stunned.

The chariot, completely unaware, continued to advance.

Infantry-tank coordination is actually a technical skill, but many people just don't understand this principle.

“Boom! Boom!” The chariot was penetrated by an anti-tank missile that appeared from nowhere, exploding into a large fireball.

The Sand People remained dumbfounded until they were torn to shreds by intense firepower.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” The city's various defense firepowers also began to unleash their might, creating various explosions within the dense enemy ranks.

Each blossoming fire flower could turn more than ten Sand People warriors into dust.

Tu Tu's speed dragon was already dead; it took him a long time to crawl out from under the heavy corpse, and then he scrambled on all fours to his father's side.

He helped his father's upper body up, only to find that the other party truly only had his upper body left, and he froze on the spot as if electrocuted.

Mo Duo mustered his last strength, thrusting the “Fire Scale Blade · Strong” into his son's hand, and reached out a trembling hand to lightly tap his son's forehead.

“Fight, for Nuwa…” The Great Chieftain left his last words and then breathed his last.

Tu Tu held his father's upper body, sitting blankly on the spot.

Explosions erupted around him, and energy and physical bullets whizzed Past him, yet miraculously, none of them harmed him.

After a long while, he slowly regained his senses and tremblingly closed his father's eyelids.

He clutched the “Fire Scale Blade · Strong” and stared at his father's corpse with a face full of grief and indignation.

A few minutes later, he withdrew his gaze and looked angrily at Tulon City.

Under the cover of the translucent light curtain, the city's outline, the flashes of artillery fire, and the enemy's positions were not clearly visible; he could only see constantly flickering points of light, always followed by the sound of rushing air and soaring explosive fire, like the bloodthirsty eyes of terrifying beasts, hidden in the shadows, yet always frantically devouring the lives of the Sand People.

The Chieftain's son picked up his father's saber, casually grabbed a masterless speed dragon, let out a furious roar, then swung onto the dragon and galloped away at top speed in the opposite direction of Tulon.

He didn't even return to the main camp; he simply left the battlefield completely and fled into the vast desert.

Tu Tu was not the first Sand People to flee, so he didn't attract much attention.

The collapse of over a hundred thousand cavalry almost triggered a general rout of the entire army, but fortunately, Great Elder Hessen had already prepared for this and sent his most favored disciples.

The famous Wind Fist, an Awakened One equivalent to a god of war in the hearts of the Sand People, appeared before the fleeing soldiers, conjuring an eye of the wind with his fist, sucking dozens of fleeing Sand People together and churning them into a mass of flesh and blood.

However, even with the spiritual energy user Present, it still took the various Sand People lords a day and a night to finally stabilize their forces.

By this time, even the most radical chieftain knew that without heavy artillery, even if another million troops came, they would be helpless against that human city.

The Sand People army retreated cautiously and set up camp, not daring to make any rash moves for a while.

Lieutenant Colonel Elinore Bonaparte, who had just achieved a brilliant victory in the city defense battle, did not feel particularly happy.

She was filled with anger at this standard city defense system.

“Why can't those four heavy ion cannons fire once the city shield is activated? Because of insufficient battery power? Ha, Parson? Isn't that company a home appliance manufacturer? Can they also produce military batteries? Ah, because they sponsored the Governor's Office? If such a thing were to happen in the Navy, let's see if they wouldn't be shot!”

“Why can those four fortress laser cannons only target the air? Who designed them? What, the Alliance's Northern Star Arsenal? Oh, a land-air dual-use design would be at least a third more expensive? So they bought only air-targeting ones?”

Elinore sighed to the sky, speechless and choked up, not wanting to show anyone a good face, and simply sat in her office sulking.

“Major… Sir, I have good news.” Major Dorset entered and, seeing the Major's bad mood, quickly changed his address.

“If you're going to congratulate me on my victory, then don't speak,” Elinore replied coolly, still playing with her whip.

“However, it's not.

And it's two pieces of good news!”

“Oh?” Elinore finally showed a little interest and looked at him.

“We have made contact with Captain Winter of the Hell Paratrooper Division.

He and his subordinates have arrived at New Yumen!”

Elinore's eyes lit up, and she stood up, but then she thought of something, and her brows immediately furrowed: “Captain Winter? Only one company?”

How many more do you want? An entire division? Major Dorset pretended not to hear and continued: “Additionally, Captain Winter also said that he has made contact with the remaining soldiers of the 12th Garrison Station of the Security Force!”

Elinore's eyes truly began to sparkle this time, and she swept Past the Major with a smile, rushing towards the communication room in a flurry.