Chapter 1251: Bombarded Area

While there is a fierce battle going on at the central stronghold, Song Ziyu is enjoying a small barbecue in the wilderness.
The tree branches are burning with fierce flames, and Song Ziyu is roasting the wild chicken he casually hunted on the charcoal fire.
If I had known it would be so leisurely, Song Ziyu should have brought some cumin powder. It's really a waste of this beautiful summer time.
Song Ziyu was the last one to jump out of the plane.
Of course, the direction Song Ziyu jumped was different from the one Ram commanded, but rather away from the central stronghold.
It was an expected result for Song Ziyu that three out of the four teams were fighting fiercely for the central stronghold.
It was precisely because of the overcrowding of personnel that the vast island map appeared desolate and speechless.
After landing, Song Ziyu lost his direction and began to wander everywhere.
What Song Ziyu didn't know was that the biggest characteristic of this event was not how fierce the battle was between the small groups on the battlefield, but...
This battle is a live broadcast in all directions, it is a grand event in Nocturne City!
Since it is a grand event, of course it cannot be done in secret and have some internal competition done hastily.
After all, this is a grand event for the entire Nocturne City, it is meant to be showcased to everyone.
The authorities hold such a long-lasting and unimpeded violent competition, ultimately because there are too many people in the City of Night who are unable to channel their violence, so finding an opportunity to bring a bloody experience for everyone has become an important way to maintain stability.
So what!
The authorities encourage slaughter.
By broadcasting a live stream targeting all individuals and factions in the city, it is the best way to vent violence.
However...
It is obvious that Song Ziyu's behavior is somewhat inexplicable!
"See that?"
"There's someone grilling barbecue on the battlefield."
"That's too much."
"Do they have nothing better to do?"
"This year's slaughter feast is really disappointing."
There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, clearly dissatisfied with the live streaming effect.
People wanted to see murder instead of an outdoor cooking competition.
As a result, many people started to heckle.
……
The eunuch in the Central Park of Night City was fuming in front of sixty-four screens, watching the battle.
"Well, well, I didn't expect there would be participants so idle. He has invented a new way to play! Who is this?"
Is this the person from your family?"
The old eunuch asked.
On the side, Ingraham's face was almost unable to hold up, and he could only answer with a straight face, "Please inform the Grand Duke, this person is a participant from my company."
"Good!" Old Man Wen said with a smile. "The grand event in the City of Night has been held for so many times, and the people from your company have helped refresh our understanding. It's interesting, really interesting."
With the mocking voice of Wen Gonggong, laughter erupted around.
Ingelam's face could no longer hide its expression, but he couldn't say anything.
The current situation in the battle made Ingelam feel like he had been completely hollowed out.
The battle at the central stronghold is far from ideal, and another prominent figure has emerged, making Ingraham contemplate death.
The chairman of the Red Spider even feels his position is under great threat...maybe he will soon be overthrown by internal forces.
At this point, Ingram almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
But the story is not over yet!
Wen Gonggong sneered, "We can't let this guy enjoy his barbecue so leisurely. Call someone."
Next to Mr. Wengong, a member of the event organization immediately came forward and asked, "Mr. Wengong, what orders do you have?"
"Go and arrange a bombing to send this kid to the Western Heaven."
文公公轻描淡写地说道。
"Understood!"
赛事组织人员得了命令，立刻走了下去。
“小伙子，吃吧，这是你最后一顿了。”
文公公满脸恶意的说道。
……
In order to increase the fun of the competition, the organizers introduced many uncertain factors during the competition.
Of course!
One of these is the application for an aerial formation bombing.
However, what outsiders perceive as novelty is actually manipulable.
At this time, Song Ziyu did not know that because of her carefree personality, she inexplicably offended someone and was manipulated by them.
When Song Ziyu was satisfied after eating the roast chicken in her hand,
a thunderous sound came from the sky.
"Huh? What's going on? Could it be that there are other participating teams at this time?" Song Ziyu wiped the oil from her hands.
Without waiting for Song Ziyu to question, I immediately discovered the problem!
In the sky...
There was even a howling sound!
Immediately after!
It was the terrifying tremors!
"Damn it!"
Song Ziyu was shocked.
What came was not a transport plane at all, but a bomber!
When the bombs fell near her, Song Ziyu realized that she had accidentally entered a bombing zone.
This is not a joke!
Before I could even react, the surroundings started shaking violently.
It felt like a scene from the end of the world!
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and scorched earth, making it hard to breathe.
The trees around are no longer there, only the ruins remain as if torn apart by a tremendous force.
Once filled with vibrant life, it is now replaced by a profound silence.
Hundreds of large high-yield aircraft bombs fell from the sky, practically razing the area where Song Ziyu was.
By the time the explosions ended, there were hardly any intact objects left in the vicinity.
Outside the screen, Mr. Wen smirked and said, "Damn guy, finally quieted down..."
However!
Just as Mr. Wen finished speaking, as if to prove him wrong, a figure emerged from the soil.
Looking at the dark figure, Mr. Wen immediately became uneasy.
"What? He's not dead even after the explosion?" Mr. Wen couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to vent his anger right on the spot.
"Should we arrange another bombing?" asked the henchman.
Enough!
"Once is enough!" said Mr. Wen. "If we do it again, it would break the rules. The blame will come from above, and even I won't be able to handle it."
“那这个家伙？”
手下人问。
“就让他自生自灭吧！”
文公公道。
……
宋子
瑜并不知道自己被人算计了，权当是自己倒霉。
However, with the mastery of psychic abilities, Song Ziyu has the ability to modify data, so she can survive in the bombing.
Song Ziyu, who survived, secretly curses her bad luck, wondering why she was bombed by someone.
However, Song Ziyu will soon have no time to worry about this matter anymore.
Because...
Shortly after she walked out of the bombing area, she saw a large convoy!
This massive convoy of war vehicles is passing through the forest.
The convoy is made up of over a dozen mechanical tanks, armed horses, and soldiers, marching in a grand formation as they advance towards the distance along the gentle slope of the forest.
The motorcade is led by a huge armored motorcycle.
The motorcycle is adorned with golden patterns, symbolizing the authority of the company.
Inside the vehicle sits a young general.
The general is studying the map, searching for the road ahead.
Around him, several motorcycles are guarding.
All the motorcycles are carrying elite warriors!
They were wearing bulletproof vests and carrying hot weapons, appearing highly determined.
"Damn... these seem to be the army of Supreme Industries!" Song Ziyu couldn't help but curse.
Although Song Ziyu is not familiar with Zhi Zun Industries, she still recognizes the logo on the front of the armored car.
……
The wheels roll on the muddy road, making a dull echo.
The soldiers of Zhi Zun Industrial are intertwined and swiftly advancing in a dense forest, sweeping in a certain direction.
Fortunately, Song Ziyu had been bombarded by artillery fire before, and his whole body was blackened, forming a natural protection color... If it weren't for this layer of protection color, it would have been really easy to be discovered by others.
The convoy continued to roll forward without delay.
Soon, Song Ziyu realized that there was something fishy about the direction the convoy was heading.
It was not the location of the central stronghold, but rather toward the south.
This is quite interesting.
What does it mean for this highly trained military unit to not engage in battle and run around in circles?
Without hesitation, Song Ziyu immediately joined in, intending to see what was going on.