The intense crossfire between the two sides lasted for roughly half an hour.
With the steel cover formed by military vehicles, the Southern Army held an absolute geographic advantage.
The results showed a terrifying disparity: Chen Xiong's personal guard was more than half depleted, while the Southern Army suffered less than ten casualties, with a nearly hundred-to-one casualty ratio.
At this moment, the suffocating dragon-shaped golden glow that covered the battlefield finally flickered and completely dissipated into the night, and the surrounding mountains returned to darkness.
Deputy Mo, who was closely watching the battle, felt great joy in his heart, but his cautious nature prevented him from immediately ordering an assault.
A glint flashed in Deputy Mo's eyes as he made a daring test.
He turned his gun towards the exterior of his thigh.
In the astonished gaze of several Taoists, Deputy Mo pulled the trigger without hesitation—
"Bang!"
