RBCT Chapter 148: Killed them all?
Chapter 148: Killed them all?
The voice was very calm.
The noise in the council chamber fell silent abruptly. Everyone turned to look at the doorway.
Ye Feng stood there.
"Ye Feng?" Zhao Gongming was the first to react, looking Ye Feng up and down.
After confirming that Ye Feng was not injured, his tense expression relaxed slightly.
"You're alright? That's great."
The garrison commander strode over and slapped Ye Feng on the shoulder.
He grinned.
"Good lad, you ran off to find the Machine Race all by yourself. We all thought you weren't coming back!"
"Excellent! A wise person knows when to yield!"
The Night Watch Director walked over and looked Ye Feng up and down.
"It's good that you're alright."
"Don't be discouraged! After all, the Mech race's lineup is too large this time."
He thought Ye Feng had been intimidated by the sheer size of the mechanical race.
They've come to the city lord's mansion to ask for reinforcements.
Ouyang Nan grabbed Ye Feng's arm.
"Ye Feng, it's good that you're alright. The city lord and the others were just saying they were going to fight the mechanical race to the death."
Zhou Wuwei stood by the window.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.
He wasn't familiar with Ye Feng.
But when he learned that Ye Feng was going to fight the mechanical race alone, his heart skipped a beat.
After all, Ye Feng was not only his son's savior, but also a rare genius in Shanhe Prefecture and even the entire human race.
Seeing Ye Feng standing unharmed in front of him, he finally felt a huge weight lifted from his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Haha, Ye Feng, you're alright, that's great!" Zhou Wuwei laughed.
"That way, the city lord and the others won't have to fight the machine race to the death."
"You don't know, the Lord of the Manor has already been gathering the Broken Army Guard. Several Martial Venerables are going to go with him, and even Dean Ouyang is prepared to fight the Mechanical Race to the death."
"If you had come back half an hour later, they would have left."
Zhao Gongming walked over, looking at Ye Feng with a deep gaze. He hadn't had much contact with Ye Feng.
"Ye Feng," Zhao Gongming patted Ye Feng on the shoulder.
"I'm glad you're alright. Now that you're back, we can discuss this further."
He walked back to the main seat and sat down, gesturing for everyone else to sit down as well.
The martial arts masters returned to their seats.
Zhao Gongming cleared his throat and looked at the crowd.
"Ye Feng is alright, that's fantastic news."
"The advance force of 30,000 machine race troops is still on the border. We must come up with a solution as soon as possible."
The garrison commander was the first to speak, his voice booming.
"I suggest we immediately assemble a large force and confront the Machine Race! We won't yield an inch of ground!"
"Territorial issues cannot be discussed, much less ceded!" A martial arts master slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his face full of anger.
"We've been fighting foreign tribes for decades, how many of us have died? Now you want us to just hand over the land we've conquered? Impossible!"
Ouyang Nan also spoke up.
He took out his communicator and waved it in his hand.
"That makes sense! I'll contact those old guys at the academy right away and ask them to come and help."
"Old Zhang, Old Li, and Old Wang are all seventh-level Martial Venerables."
"Yes, yes, yes!" The Night Watch Director stood up, unusually excited.
"Let's call our friends! I refuse to believe we can be bullied by alien races on our own turf! I'm contacting my old comrades, my brothers who fought alongside the machine race in the outer realms!"
"I also have a few old friends who, though retired for many years, are still sharp as ever. I'll go and invite them back to the fold!"
"I'm going too!"
Count me in!
The council chamber became lively again.
Several people simultaneously pulled out their communicators.
Zhao Gongming did not stop him.
He sat in the main seat, mentally calculating the forces that Shanhe Prefecture could mobilize.
With 3,000 men in the Po Jun Guard and some additional troops from each of the garrison cities, plus several Martial Venerables and his old friends, they should be able to muster around 5,000 elite troops.
Five thousand men against a mechanical army of thirty thousand.
Even though we have the advantage of terrain, it's not like we can't fight.
Just then, Ye Feng spoke again.
"Gentlemen, there's no need for that."
Ouyang Nan was dialing a number, his finger hovering over the keypad, when he looked up at Ye Feng.
"Ye Feng, what did you say?"
Ye Feng looked at the seventh-level Martial Venerables in the council hall.
Seeing how they were all willing to fight the mechanical race for Jiangcheng and for themselves, I felt a little moved.
He had only met these people a few times, that was all.
In terms of friendship, it's not particularly deep.
But these people are already calling on their friends and acquaintances.
I'm ready to fight the machine race to the death for him.
He remembered this kindness.
"I mean," Ye Feng said, his voice rising three degrees, "the Mechanical Race is gone."
The council chamber fell silent.
Zhao Gongming's finger stopped on the table.
The garrison commander was drinking tea and forgot to put it down.
Several martial masters turned their heads at the same time to look at him.
"What?" Zhao Gongming was confused and thought he had misheard.
"The Machine Race is gone," Ye Feng repeated. "They were all wiped out."
The council chamber was quiet for a moment, then erupted into a cacophony of voices.
"All wiped out? Who did it?" The garrison commander put down his teacup, his eyes wide as saucers. "Could it have been some kind of monster?"
"Possibly!" A Martial Venerable slapped his thigh. "Alien beasts and alien races are irreconcilable enemies. It's possible that the Mechanical Race could be ambushed by alien beasts if they swagger through their territory."
"It's not impossible that some of those old monsters deep in the southern mountains are martial gods."
"That's right," another Martial Venerable nodded, "No matter how arrogant that kid Silver Moon is, he shouldn't have flown over the alien beast's lair."
Discussions arose one after another, and various speculations emerged.
Some say it's the work of a mythical beast.
Some say it's the Zerg that's responsible.
Some say that ancient ruins deep in the southern mountains triggered the restriction.
Others say that a meteorite may have fallen from the sky and hit Silver Moon's command ship.
They all chimed in, discussing the matter enthusiastically.
No one suspected Ye Feng, because that was too far-fetched.
One person wiped out an army of 30,000 mechanical race?
What a joke.
Ye Feng's lips twitched as he listened to these comments.
"It's not a monster," he said.
"They're not Zerg either."
"it's me."
There were another few seconds of silence.
Then the garrison commander burst into loud laughter.
"Haha! This little guy is really funny!" The garrison commander slapped his thigh.
"One person wipes out an army of 30,000 machine race? Do you think you're a war god?"
"Exactly," one of the Martial Venerables chuckled and shook his head. "This kid must have seen how tense we were and was trying to lighten the mood. Young man, his intentions are good, but you can't joke like that."
"The Machine Race's advance team isn't made of paper." The Night Watch Director's tone returned to its usual calm.
"Five main combat ships, one flagship, and dozens of transport ships. Silver Moon is a half-step eighth-tier Martial God, and his ten personal guards can fight against a half-step Martial God together. This is not something one person can handle."
Ouyang Nan stroked his white beard, looked at Ye Feng, and smiled without saying a word.
Ye Feng may have said this to comfort them, or he may have been young and impetuous and wanted to play the hero.
The kid just came back from the front lines, he's on edge, so it's only natural for him to exaggerate a bit.
"Alright, alright," Zhao Gongming waved his hand, giving Ye Feng a way out.
"Ye Feng just returned from outside, so his information might be incorrect. What we need to discuss now is..."
"Yinyue is dead," Ye Feng interrupted Zhao Gongming.
The council chamber fell silent instantly.
"Silver Star's personal guard, ten men, are also dead."
Zhao Gongming's hand froze in mid-air.
"Five warships, one command ship, and dozens of transport ships—all destroyed," Ye Feng said with certainty.
"The advance team of 30,000 mechanical race members was completely wiped out."
No one laughed anymore.
Zhao Gongming stood up, walked up to Ye Feng, and stared into his eyes for a long time.
What he saw in those eyes was not a joke, but a fact that no one could question.
"Ye Feng," Zhao Gongming's voice trembled slightly, "is everything you said true?"
Ye Feng nodded and took something out and placed it on the table.
A silver-white ring!
The ring face is engraved with gold patterns.
That's the symbol of the core members of the Silvermoon family.
The air in the council chamber seemed to freeze.
Everyone recognized the pattern on the ring.
"This is the family crest that only Silvermoon, the first heir of the Silvermoon family, can wear!"
Someone couldn't help but speak up.
The council chamber fell silent again.
No one spoke.
No one even moved.
No one can believe their eyes now.
The garrison commander was the first to come to his senses and slowly walked to the table.
"Hold."
"It's true!"
"This is Silver Moon's spatial ring!"