C54 I Don't Want to be the Oriole!(1)

Crossing the battlefield from one end to the other, I encountered a gruesome scene of dismembered limbs and blood-soaked earth. The air was thick with the stench of blood, reminiscent of a slaughterhouse.

Xiao Yong held his breath, quickly traversing the carnage, weapons in hand, dispatching lives as he went.

Suddenly, an enraged shout pierced the air, "Xiao Yong, you little bastard