They were like silent killing machines that had marched out of hell!
They shouted no slogans and made not a single unnecessary sound.
There was only the perfectly synchronized beat of their footsteps, like the heartbeat of death itself!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Every step struck like a sledgehammer against the hearts of Sun Xiaochuan's three thousand rabble!
Those outlaws who had been so arrogant and overbearing just moments before...
Collapsed in an instant before this true instrument of the state, radiating an overwhelming aura of slaughter!
The ferocity they took such pride in, the ruthlessness they lived by, before this pure tide of iron and blood forged from the will of the nation...
Were nothing but a laughable, utterly fragile joke!
"Run... run!"
Someone let out the first terrified scream.
Then the entire scene spiraled completely out of control!
Those so-called "brothers," those so-called "outlaws," tore off their disguises at that moment, revealing their most primal, most cowardly selves!
They threw down their steel pipes and machetes, crying, shouting, and shoving as they scattered like headless chickens!
But where could they run?
That dark-green torrent of steel instantly smashed through the flimsy defensive line they had formed with their vans!
The soldiers moved in standard combat-team formations, swiftly driving through, dividing, and encircling them!
Their movements flowed seamlessly, a display of brutal elegance, like a finely calibrated killing machine.
In less than a minute, they had sealed every exit.
The tables had turned: Sun Xiaochuan's three thousand men, their ranks now in complete chaos, were trapped in a tight encirclement at the heart of the cemetery!
We're finished!
That was the only thought left in anyone's mind.
Once the torrent of steel had completed its encirclement, it parted to either side, opening a solemn passage.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
A man