"Fuck?"
"Fuck!"
A string of expletives rang out one after another from inside the steel mill, along with some local slang Lu Zheng could not understand. The syllables were short and sharp, but they presumably meant much the same thing.
With the strength of one man, he had crushed a force of more than a hundred soldiers. What kind of concept was that? If not for the recent conflicts with India that had made the Three Heroes of Xing Nation famous again, Lu Zheng might have been taken for an immortal.
Even so, the people inside the steel mill who had been watching the situation outside looked at Lu Zheng as though he were something beyond human, as if they had witnessed a miracle.
Once they confirmed there was no danger, Lin Wan led the others behind her to Lu Zheng's side. At the same time, the heavy iron gates of the factory grounds were hurriedly opened, and a group of Chinese workers emerged under the protection of local guards.
The rest was simple.
Lu Zheng and the others were welcomed into the steel mill and received with great enthusiasm.
Lu Zheng had originally thought he would have to fight several more rounds of defensive counterattacks. After all, the rebel main force must have occupied the town already; they could not possibly let this steel mill, which had cost them so dearly, remain untouched.
Yet that very afternoon, what arrived was not a second rebel assault, but Tanzania's national defense forces stationed along the northwestern border.
After all, this was far too serious! The steel mill had come under attack. This was even more severe than the rebels occupying the town. Under certain pressures, Tanzania's border forces rushed in to provide support. Before they had even retaken the town,