"Commander, what do we do?"
"What else can we do? Deal with it!" Wei Rulai glanced diagonally behind him, impatience written all over his face.
It was still a stretch of wasteland, but the sounds of marching troops drifted over from time to time.
Wei Rulai's brows drew low. From the sound of it, there were quite a few people over there.
But he paid them little more attention, turning his focus back to the battle before him.
"I'm doing damn well just holding off that old dog Han! Do they fucking expect me to split off half my men to fight those four nouveau riche families too?!"
"Then your orders, Commander...?"
"Message the Zhao Family Brothers and tell them to pick up the slack! I'm already fucking furious. Who knows how many of my brothers I'll lose fighting that old dog Han? If those two scar-faced bastards from the Zhao Family just sit back and reap the rewards, won't that make me a fucking idiot?! It's their turn to suffer a little!"
Wei Rulai clenched his fists so his men wouldn't see the wound on his palm, his expression as cold and stern as ever. "If the Zhao Family wants to split the spoils fifty-fifty with me, they won't get off that easily!"
"Yes, sir!"
Qin Siyang and Zhao Longfei were watching the distant battle from inside the armored vehicle when Zhao Longteng called.
"Hello, Elder Brother. What? The Four Major Mining Companies sent people? Why aren't they mining in the West? What are they doing on the Yan Character Legion's southern battlefield?! All right, I'll hold them off. But... the mining companies' people are one thing. What do we do about the two Sequence Brigades from the Yan Character Legion coming with them?"
Zhao Longfei's gaze lingered on