Chapter 117: Support
“Who among you dares to storm the high walls with me and personally annihilate the Human Northwest Military Academy!?”
The voice of the Bloodbroken Count was calm, yet his words brooked no argument.
The demon generals fell silent for a moment, their breaths caught.
Discuss? This was no discussion—it was a direct order!
Humans obey military commands without question; the brutal demons even more so.
Disobedience meant immediate death, torn limb from limb on the spot!
“We swear to follow our commander unto death!”
The demon generals roared in unison.
“Good.”
The Bloodbroken Count’s eyes darkened as he fixed his gaze on the high walls and strode forward.
The demon generals followed closely behind.
“Hmm?”
As they began to move, Fang Qingyun immediately sensed it.
His expression turned grave.
From his spatial weapon, he withdrew several bullets, loading them into the chamber.
The high-ranking demon generals were preparing to strike—or rather, preparing to die!
Fang Qingyun’s face twisted into a grimace.
He did not know exactly how many generals the enemy had.
There were about thirty remaining now.
On his side, there were just over thirty generals as well—perhaps even more than the demons.
Their trump card was likely...
Fang Qingyun fixed his eyes on the demon commander, the Bloodbroken Count.
“Ruthless.”
He murmured softly.
Sacrificing a large number of demon generals as a shield to rush the walls and wreak havoc.
Then, ordinary demons would have the chance to breach the Northwest Military Academy.
But alas, this plan was flawed from the start!
“Prepare yourselves. The demon generals are about to arrive. Don’t get killed.” Fang Qingyun’s calm voice echoed quietly into the ears of all the generals.
The teachers were momentarily stunned.
What? The demon generals were coming to attack?
Was this some kind of joke?
Were they fools?
No, on the contrary—they were very clever!
The teachers were all generals and former soldiers, not naïve novices.
After a moment’s thought, they understood the demons’ plan.
But to their dismay...
All eyes turned behind Fang Qingyun.
A shadow gradually took shape.
A massive lion, over ten meters long, majestic and powerful in stature.
More demonic than the demons themselves!
Little Black!
A peak-level general-class summon beast!
And a fearless one at that!
Simply put: even if it dies, it can be summoned again!
“Ah!”
The teachers suddenly sighed.
With such a monster on their side, fighting felt almost effortless.
A battle certain to be won, yet strangely lacking in passion.
Then, an even more baffling scene unfolded.
“Bang!”
After aiming carefully, Fang Qingyun fired a bullet.
A third-tier bullet!
With all his might!
It struck a demon instantly.
This demon had been hiding among many others.
A peak-level general-class warrior!
Master Mu looked at the demon and smiled wryly.
“Bloodbroken Count? He just died like that?”
“Master Mu, you know him?”
Fang Qingyun shifted the gun barrel to another demon.
“Yes,” Mu sighed. “Young one, you are about to become famous—not only among humans, but also among demons and devils.”
“The Bloodbroken Count was a prominent demon general, peak-level general class, and held the title of Count.”
“He was powerful and a commander with some renown among the demons.”
“To be taken down by a single youth—this will surely shake the entire demon clan.”
Mu clicked his tongue.
It felt unreal.
Wasn’t there supposed to be fierce fighting?
When comrades fall, they summon greater strength to repel the invaders.
How could Fang Qingyun’s single shot end it all?
Not only him, but the other teachers were dumbfounded.
For a brief moment, the entire high wall fell into silence.
They had all prepared themselves fully, ready to fight to the death—and now this?
Many teachers exchanged glances, caught between laughter and tears.
“Bang!”
Fang Qingyun fired again, rousing everyone’s spirits while killing another demon.
“Retreat!”
The demons were stunned.
Their commander was dead?
Wasn’t he supposed to use them as cover, storm the walls, and slaughter?
Why was he down already? Where was his head?
The surprise was so great they froze in place.
Bang!
Another gunshot, another demon fell.
The rest shook themselves, turned, and ran, issuing a retreat order.
No more fighting!
Their leader was dead—how could they continue?
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Fang Qingyun fired several more shots, then charged straight toward a section of the wall.
He had to assist the others!
At the same time, he gave an order:
“Leave half behind. The rest, immediately reinforce the other walls!”
“Yes!”
This time, the teachers hesitated not a moment.
To rescue their comrades and follow Fang Qingyun’s command was imperative.
...
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
Wang Meng roared furiously, bellowing, “No one retreats! Anyone who dares step back will be executed!”
Leading the defense on the wall, he swung his weapon, pouring every ounce of spirit energy he had.
Alas, the intense exertion left him near exhaustion.
Now, he relied solely on willpower.
Just moments ago, he had slain two high-ranking generals consecutively.
Without him, this section of the wall would have fallen.
Of course, he also owed thanks to...
Wang Meng’s gaze landed on a tall figure.
Zhao Junhong!
He had completely lost control, raging wildly.
Howling like a demon, wielding a bloodstained greatsword, he charged at the demons like a man possessed.
After Wang Meng took down two high-level generals, he briefly faltered.
Seizing the moment, a demon general attempted a sneak attack.
Fortunately, Zhao Junhong reacted swiftly, charging forward despite his injuries, cleaving the demon’s head with a single strike.
The young man displayed the strength of a general-class warrior, wielding his massive bloodied blade with deadly ease.
He was anything but a battlefield novice.
Alas!
Wang Meng sighed helplessly as yet another wave of demons surged forward.
He shouted at Zhao Junhong, “Stop killing! Run! Take the rookies and retreat!”
This wall cannot hold!
But of course, he would not let the demons go easy.
Together with them, they would die!
“What?” Zhao Junhong shot him a glance, as if looking at a fool.
Wang Meng was stunned.
What was that expression?
Now was wartime—they must obey orders!
This was no time for reckless heroics!
His face darkened as he snarled, “I said, you—”
“Roar!”
With a furious roar, Little Black appeared, launching itself into the demons.
In the blink of an eye, it cleared a wide area.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Three gunshots rang out in rapid succession, three demon generals felled by headshots, saving three precarious teachers.
“Roar!”
Little Black howled and charged toward the wall, engaging the demons in fierce close combat.
What kind of destruction could a peak-level general-class summon beast cause?
Just look!
Nearly every demon before it fell within one round.
It swiped with its razor-sharp steel claws, effortlessly shredding demons.
At the same time, its massive body was a force to be reckoned with.
A large demon charged it, but Little Black slammed into it, sending the creature flying, its body contorted upon impact.
Its gaping maw snapped up smaller demons, even biting through larger ones.
In mere moments, Little Black cleared a vast swath of the battlefield.
Fang Qingyun was not idle either.
He fired shot after shot, taking down demon after demon.
Many teachers were freed to handle other threats.
The pressure eased considerably.
Wang Meng was dumbfounded.
What was going on?
“Hey, you alright?” Fang Qingyun handed Wang Meng a syringe filled with rapid recovery serum.
The serum, once injected, activated spirit energy, restoring about thirty percent of it in a short time.
“You, you’re Fang Qingyun?” Wang Meng stammered, suddenly exclaiming, “Why are you here? Could it be that over there—”
“The enemies over there have all retreated!”
Fang Qingyun cut him off firmly.
He would not let Wang Meng ruin the good situation with his nonsense.
If the defenders heard that, morale would plummet.
Though they could still win, it would cost far more lives.
Too many had already fallen.
“Retreated?” Wang Meng was even more confused.
Wasn’t the main enemy force attacking over there?
Could it be...
“Damn demons!” Wang Meng suddenly exclaimed, “Their main force didn’t attack your side, but came here instead, right? When did these demons become so cunning? But as long as we hold off their main assault, we’ll win.”
Fang Qingyun shot Wang Meng a glance and smirked inwardly.
He had no patience for this fool’s antics.
Does he think everyone is his brother?
“Bang!”
Fang Qingyun fired again.
Just like before, he kept shooting rapidly, picking off demon elites one by one.
The demons here, clearly having received the retreat order, began running back.
This only made Fang Qingyun an even easier target.
In no time, he had killed dozens of demons.
Most were high-level fighters; a few were general-class demons.
Watching Fang Qingyun’s swift and decisive slaughter, Wang Meng’s eyes nearly popped out.
So easy?
He felt a creeping sense of unease.
“Bang!”
A ball of red flame ignited in the sky.
The demons were retreating.
Fang Qingyun stretched and sighed helplessly.
“So simple. Is this what war is? Why does it feel so dull?”
Wang Meng stared silently at the battlefield.
Sometimes, showing off is more shameful than selling out.
The battle was over!
Faster than anyone had imagined.
Not even a full day had passed; the demon assault lasted barely two hours.
The Northwest Military Academy was small but elite.
After the fight, cleaning up the battlefield was straightforward.
They gathered their fallen comrades, checked for surviving demons, kept the high-level demons for other purposes, and executed the cannon fodder on the spot.
Keeping cannon fodder alive in the Northwest Military Academy was pointless.
Then they repaired the damaged sections, gathered strategic supplies, and treated the wounded.
One by one, Fang Qingyun and the others had no time to rest—it was a pipe dream.
A day later, the battle report was delivered to Fang Qingyun.
He sat in his office, with Wang Meng and the others below him; Jiang Huai was also present.
Everyone was silent, quietly seated.
Even Qin Xiangjun looked at Fang Qingyun with a strange expression.
Fang Qingyun flipped through the report and sighed softly.
“Comrades, over three hundred of our brothers have left us forever.”
In just two hours of battle!
Fang Qingyun ordered all strategic supplies to be mobilized.
The spirit energy protective array of the Northwest Military Academy was also activated.
Everyone there adopted a defensive formation, with over a hundred general-class teachers.
Even the students were all warriors—elite fighters!
The entire academy operated at full throttle, sparing no expense.
And yet, over three hundred still perished.
Among them, over three hundred from Northwest Military Academy, while Black Tooth Military Academy lost only a handful of students.
This was unsurprising; Black Tooth’s students were treated like mere tools, constantly using spirit energy weapons until depleted, then forced to retreat.
Upon hearing the casualties, Wang Meng and the others sighed deeply.
Master Mu remained calm.
“War always claims lives. Every year, the Northwest Military Academy loses hundreds.”
Fang Qingyun sighed.
“This is the front line. These students are true warriors. Their deaths will be compensated according to battlefield standards. The school will apply upward.”
Wang Meng added, “The school will provide additional compensation.”
What good was a hundred fold compensation?
The people were dead!
Fang Qingyun kept these thoughts to himself, knowing the truth was far more complex.
Resources remained scarce for humanity.
The compensation was enough for families to live comfortably and provide a foundation for the next generation.
Moreover, few dared tamper with battlefield death benefits.
This was why warriors kept streaming to the front, charging into battle.
Fang Qingyun stood and rubbed his temples.
“This time, about fifty thousand demons attacked the Northwest Military Academy. We held them off—that is something to be proud of.”
He continued, “Among them, seventy general-class demons died here, including the demon leader, the Bloodbroken Count.”
Hearing this, everyone present looked at Fang Qingyun strangely.
They knew that among those seventy, close to fifty fell to Fang Qingyun’s hand.
The Bloodbroken Count was also slain by him.
And that was only the official count—many high-level fighters, snipers, and assassins had also been killed by Fang Qingyun.
If they were to tally merits, Fang Qingyun would claim at least thirty percent!
An astonishing figure.
The Northwest Military Academy had a legendary general with similar achievements.
Could Fang Qingyun now rival a national pillar general?
He paid no mind to their gazes, pressing his headache.
“What concerns me now is why there is still no news from the frontlines. Have they all perished?”
“Cough, cough, you brat, what nonsense is that? All dead?”
Just as Fang Qingyun finished speaking, a dry cough sounded.
Everyone looked up in surprise.
A middle-aged man strode in briskly.
Seeing him, the crowd rejoiced.
Wang Meng and the others called out, “Zhu Yao? You’re back? Weren’t you at Beacon Fortress?”