"It's the commander!"
"And the deputy commander!"
Qin Ran had barely stepped out of the tent with the heads in hand when the soldiers gathered outside cried out in alarm.
But their cries were suppressed the next instant by the whistling of the flying heads.
Whoosh! Whoooosh!
Like giant hammers swung by a Giant, the three heads smashed straight toward several Golden City officers among the crowd with piercing shrieks.
At once, men and horses toppled over, and the sounds of snapping bones and torn sinews blended together.
Those struck directly fell silent in an instant, while those caught in the aftermath groaned miserably.
"Colonel!"
"Lieutenant Colonel!"
"Captain!"
Different titles, yet all led to the same outcome: death.
Clearly, Qin Ran had done it deliberately.
The moment he decided to take on ten thousand alone, Qin Ran had formed this plan.
Rather than fight his way through the camp head-on, Qin Ran did not mind first eliminating the enemy commanders and enough mid-ranking officers.
No one understood the importance of commanders and mid-ranking officers within an army better than Qin Ran, who had personally experienced wars fought with cold weapons.
Even an elite force would become nothing more than a scattered mob once it lost its commanders and mid-ranking officers.
Thus, after throwing the heads in his hands, Qin Ran charged into the crowd and specifically targeted officers.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
His figure flashed past, and shadows of legs burst forth everywhere, like blooming mandrakes—dazzling and utterly deadly.
Figure after figure was launched into the air amid the crowd.
Each was like someone struck by a heavy truck. Not only were they crushed to pieces by the tremendous Impact, but they also brought fatal danger to those hit a second time.
The people were not fools.