The Taru Race, inside the Space-Time Fragment.

The Jeep bounced over the decaying leaves, and Gobi gripped the car door handle tightly, secretly shocked.

On the way here, he had heard others mention the boss's wisdom and strength.

This time, he volunteered himself to participate.

The main intention was to learn.

Of course, as a man, subconsciously, there was also a part of him quietly competitive.

Now, when it comes to combat awareness, he genuinely felt a little admiration.

So how to break this situation?

He couldn't think of a solution, so he asked, "Boss, what do we do now? Go back?"

"Retreat for now, but before leaving, we should leave our dear friends a little gift."

Lin Yi smiled slyly, suddenly turned the steering wheel sharply, and the tires screeched against the pile of leaves.

He slammed on the accelerator, heading towards the barricade.

"Throw a gift every 150 meters or so!"

"Yes, Boss! I've got it!" Da Chuan shouted.

When they were about ten meters from the barricade, the Jeep turned and began driving along the barricade.

Da Chuan lit a Killing Cocktail and threw it at one of the watchtowers.

The Molotov cocktail traced a parabola in the night sky...

Boom!

In an instant, the watchtower was engulfed in flames, which quickly spread to the entire structure.

Including the massive wooden barricade!

The Jeep continued driving as the cocktails ignited.

The second "gift" hit the barricade.

The third hit another watchtower, while the fourth and fifth landed at different spots on the barricade.

The team didn't get the chance to throw the sixth.

The beastmen couldn't resist any longer; they suddenly appeared from the forest, wielding bows, releasing a concentrated barrage of arrows.

The arrows couldn't penetrate the vehicle's armor, so Lin Yi accelerated, quickly leaving the ambush behind.

On the way back to the Shelter, Da Chuan threw a few more gifts to their new friends.

Lin Yi watched in the rearview mirror as the burning barricade formed a fire dragon, igniting a blaze.

On the road, Gobi still didn't understand: "Boss, why did we burn their wall? If they have shops, they can repair it immediately."

"Repairing that wall will cost them dearly!"

He rolled down the window, letting the hot air mixed with ashes rush into the car, feeling invigorated!

Repair the wall?

How many Coins would that cost?

Could Terghai afford it?

Even if he could, wouldn't he feel the pinch?

No one can throw out tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of Coins without flinching.

That pain is exactly the point!

You repair it, and next time I'll burn it again.

You don't repair it, then there's no defense, which is courting death.

You want to repair it, but don't let me burn it.

Next time I come here, you'll have to obediently come out to meet the enemy, and follow my rhythm.

If I can't win, I retreat; if you can't win, then you die!

"Awesome!" Gobi's eyes widened; he never knew that battles could be fought this way...

Lin Yi chuckled but never relaxed his vigilance: "The opposing Lord isn't foolish either; he'll think of countermeasures."

"Yet... you're still awesome..."

Half an hour later.

The Jeep returned to the Shelter.

Solomon circled around the military Jeep as he spoke: "You seemed to have fun over there."

"Indeed!" Gobi laughed out loud.

Solomon got back to the point: "According to what you said, that Terghai is very cunning, knowing he can't defeat us by force, so he's staying put, waiting for us to come to him?"

Da Chuan and Xiaochuan both nodded simultaneously.

Solomon thought for a while, but couldn't come up with a good solution; he turned to his boss.

"So what are we planning to do?"

"Using provocation is ultimately a small strategy; I have to play some trump cards?"

"Boss, tell us quickly!" Everyone was curious.

Lin Yi smiled gently.

"You stay put, I'll see if I can get some heavy weaponry!"

Red Wine General Raphael's base is in Beauvais Town outside Paris.

This guy isn't a fool either; if he can't take Paris, he'll definitely retreat obediently.

He's planning to visit and see if the General is interested in selling something exciting to him.

"I, uh... have a base near a town called Provan, about 60 kilometers southeast of Paris City."

Solomon hesitated for a while, but still spoke.

He felt uneasy about revealing the secret, but then he realized it didn't exist anymore anyway,

plus, this base wasn't much of a secret; an incident occurred there four years ago, poisoning over 300 soldiers—

Now, the whole world knows that!

"Southeast, that's a bit far."

Lin Yi pondered for a moment and decided: "I'll go to Beauvais first, then Provan tomorrow morning."

After speaking, he yawned.

He left Solomon in charge of defense matters, then went to take a shower, changed into clean clothes, and hurried to dinner.

At the dining table.

This time, no one shouted at him for being hungry, nor did anyone question why he was delayed so long.

Even Annie, the lively one, knew that he was overwhelmed with work today.

Though she was genuinely... very hungry.

"Why are you all so downcast? We won, didn't we? Of course, this is just the first battle; I will strive harder."

Lin Yi was so hungry his stomach was practically glued to his back; he made a sweeping gesture and said, "Let's eat!"

So, everyone began to eat and drink.

"Did you see those beastmen? Their width is twice that of a human! And their arms... thicker than my waist!"

Xiaochuan was the first to break the silence.

He gestured animatedly as he recounted the battle, spraying Melanie's plate with spit; she frowned and scooted her chair away.

Everyone was very curious about the beastmen.

They looked at the boss but found he was busy eating, having no time for small talk.

So, the girls started chattering all at once.

They bombarded Xiaochuan with questions—what was the boss's experience during the battle?

For instance, how did he single-handedly pass through the Rat Storm, escape from the tide of a million zombies, or command everyone to slay the beastmen soldiers...

Xiaochuan, hearing this, stopped eating and immediately launched into a detailed recount.

He had two principles for telling these stories.

First, faithfully restore the boss's experience and gallantry.

Second, strive to beautify himself to the fullest!

So, he solemnly glanced around at everyone.

"Do you guys know? That Rat Storm... it was only me who dared to follow the boss and battle in the Jeep!"

"Pfft!" Solomon, upon hearing this, sprayed out the mouthful of soup he had just sipped.

His wife Giselle quickly handed him a napkin and asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing, the soup was too hot; it burned my tongue." Solomon waved his hand.

He unobtrusively glanced at Xiaochuan, who was still narrating without stopping, and shook his head helplessly.

He knew this kid wanted to show off in front of the dark-skinned Melanie.

But did he think about this? She is a monitor!

Even if the monitor screen was blocked by dead rats at that time, she couldn't see—

the three of them were teleported back by the boss; they were so scared they peed their pants long ago....

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