Excluding the Big Horn Rat's underlings, a total of twenty-three chose to stay behind: twenty heavy infantrymen from the Jungle Corps, along with Dust Town's "Three Pillar Gods."
Normally, if the equipment gap was not too great, humans stood almost no chance against an equal number of mutants, given the mutants' HP bars, base defense, and regenerative ability.
Even a five hundred versus five hundred battle would be exceptionally difficult, let alone twenty-three against five hundred.
Especially in a head-on battle, there was almost no room to maneuver, unlike guerrilla warfare, where there was still space to kite and pull back.
Just as Old White had said, this was no different from suicide.
Yet whether rats or lizards, their eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit. They felt not the slightest fear toward the slaughter about to unfold.
Death was merely their destination—
They were all immortal heroic spirits.
Walking up to Old White, Garbage Lord, clad in the "Hunter" exoskeleton, said solemnly,
"I'm leaving those residents to you."
Houses could be rebuilt if they were gone.
As long as those who remembered them were still alive.
Old White nodded seriously.
"I guarantee that when you return, you'll still have just as many followers. Not one less."
Garbage Lord grinned.
"Heh, I'll remember that."
With that, he waved a claw and swaggered off to join up with the brothers of the Jungle Corps.
The group split up and headed in the direction opposite the main force.
Watching Garbage Lord's tall, burly back, Qin Baitian hesitated for a moment before finally asking, unable to hold himself back, "My lord... isn't the Great Horned Deer God coming with us?"
Gazing in the direction the group had departed, Old White narrowed his eyes.
"He has to fulfill his mission. You'll see him again."
Qin