The Corpse Puppet's death was nothing particularly dramatic to Lin Shuguang. When he sheathed his saber and returned to the squad, he failed to notice the awed looks everyone gave him.
Under his lead, the group advanced swiftly.
Amid the swirling dust, a fortress came into view in the distance, the flags of White Horse Village clearly visible.
"White Horse Village is up ahead..." Old Hat lay at the foot of a cracked wall, hiding there. After speaking, he turned to look at Lin Shuguang.
He had already heard from Chang Guang about what Lin Shuguang's group had encountered earlier.
Although Lin Shuguang had killed White Horse Village's third boss, Ma Xiangnan, the bandits of White Horse Village had still held the numerical advantage. If their morale had not been broken and they had not been frightened into retreating, things would have been difficult to resolve. Who knew how many people would have died?
After all, faced with life or death, those bandits might have fought back desperately.
He had heard that the person who turned the tide back then was also this man named Lin Shuguang.
He wondered what Lin Shuguang would do this time.
This was White Horse Village's stronghold. Charging straight in like this would absolutely be courting death.
Lin Shuguang suddenly raised his head.
Puzzled, everyone followed his gaze.
Before long!
The rumble of helicopters reached them.
More than a dozen Armed Helicopters appeared overhead in the blink of an eye, continuing toward White Horse Village a hundred meters away.
As the helicopters charged toward it, figures swarmed atop White Horse Village's walls.
In an instant, the Armed Helicopters unleashed their full firepower.
Fifty or sixty missiles shot out, trailing white streaks through the air.
Boom, boom, boom!
Countless gaping holes were blasted through the previously