What?!

On the side, Debut and Yarol were startled at the same time. Confused, they both turned and looked at Achilles.

Achilles raised his hand, and pointed towards the tank that was slowly traversing its turret.

They looked towards where he was pointing.

When they realized that they were looking at, their expressions changed instantly.

"Look out, Jack!"

Debut yelled at the top of his lungs.

Sadly, he was far away from Jack, who was fighting on a battlefield filled with grueling noises.

His yelling was unfortunately covered up by the noises of the blizzard.

"Don't fire, it will kill Jack!"

Debut made up his mind and rushed towards the Oirat's Army.

"Debut!"

His sudden move did not allow Yarol and Achilles any time to react.

"Leave me alone, I'm going to save Jack, I'm going to save Jack..."

Debut did not stop, and continued rushing towards the Oirat army. With a terrified expression, he mumbled, "If he couldn't hear me since I was too far away, then I'll yell when I am closer to him. I'll reach him or time, definitely!"

Hot weapons kill everything equally without prejudice.

This was a commonly known fact.

Before Zenith invented the Dragon Cavalry Sword and its accompanying swordsmanship, the Dragon Cavalry's actions on the battlefield were very restrained. As such, the brave soldiers of the Cavalry must rely on hot weapons.

After the sword was invented, only then did the glory and legacy of the Dragon Cavalry born! Dominating the battlefield with pure steel and three hundred thousand brave men!

The situation that Jack found himself in confused the ever-living hell out of Debut and the others.

It was like a Killer God who had never tasted defeat in countless prior battles.

However, not matter how strong he was, there was no way that he could survive being blown up by three tank shells.

Despite the messy situation on the battlefield, the tanks were still slowly traversing their turrets. They were absolutely determined to obliterate Jack at all costs. Snowy wind howled throughout the battlefield.

Debut tried his best to move as fast as he could, but he was occasionally stumbling along the way due to the wounds that he suffered in previous battles.

All he saw were the three tank barrels slowly turning in their mounts.

It was as if the Grim Reaper was preparing to swing his scythe! (C) content.

Anger was overflowing in Debut's body, as he ran while yelling out to Jack.

"Jack! Run!"

"The tanks are about to fire! Get out of the way!"

"Dammit, I'm still too far away! He can't even hear me!"

The chaos on the battlefield coupled with the grueling noises of soldiers losing their lives, even the Oirat troopers could not hear Debut's yelling, let alone Jack who was basically acting like a Killer God. His voice was admittedly tiny compared to the noise of tens of thousands of people screaming and yelling on the battlefield.

Behind Debut were Achilles and Yarol, who were wearing a gloomy expression and standing still in pure despair.

Looking at the traversing turrets, their hearts dropped into a deep void, in direct contrast with Debut's rash actions. Yarol was carrying Cole on his back, who was injured severely, so he was unable to rush towards the battlefield. As for Achilles, his rational mind prevented him from doing rash actions.

He was feeling extremely gloomy, even despair as he followed the traversing tank barrels. The more he looked, the more anxious he became.

He knew that while the turret traverse speed of the tank was slow, it would not need much time to train its gun on Jack, and Debut definitely could not catch up to Jack in time to warn him about the tank. Moreover, Jack was surrounded by thousands of Army, so even if Debut got as close as he could to the battlefield, there was no way his voice would reach Jack, unless he got right next to him. But... Was that even possible?

At that moment, time seemed to flow slowly.

As Achilles, Yarol, and Debut watched the three tanks slowly turning their turrets, it was as if the wind howling and the battlefield noises vanished at that moment.

Meanwhile, in the thick of the fray on the battlefield.

Jack was dancing with his Dragon Cavalry Sword, and as if harvesting crops, he ripped and tore through hordes of Oirat soldiers.

Wherever he passed through, destruction followed, leaving a path of blood and bodies in his wake.

At the same time, the soldiers surrounding him were still piling themselves onto Jack, the only difference was all of them were absolutely terrified of Jack.

Jack was like a ghost, as he weaved through the crowd of soldiers very quickly. After

he was bewitched, his power increased massively, and the power that was omitted

from his Dragon Cavalry Sword was so menacing that the Oirat soldiers felt as if the sky was falling on their heads.

All of a sudden, the crowd surrounding Jack slowly thinned out.

Some soldiers that were in the middle of charging towards him, came to an abrupt halt, and started retreating.

All of this happened in a very short period of time.

The situation was flipped on its head, and the place where Jack was at started to have a suspicious atmosphere.

The remaining ten or so soldiers, however, stood their ground with determination around Jack. Everything appeared to be orchestrated.

At that moment, Jack did not realize that the situation was changing around him, as he continued to tear through the soldiers that stood their ground with unrivalled efficiency.

At the same time, Achilles and Harol who had been watching the battlefield from the beginning felt as if their heart had dropped into a void.

What they saw was the tanks' turrets turn, until they eventually stopped.

The thick tank barrels were all trained on the same spot on the battlefield.

Even if the crowd was obstructing their view, they knew that the barrels are trained on where Jack was!

"Jack!"

Debut, who was still dashing towards him, built up a lot of anger and fury and yelled at the top of his lungs again.

He saw the three barrels that had stopped traversing, and that was like an uppercut to his heart.

He then stumbled and tripped, falling onto the snow with a thump.

Time... Was stopped at that moment.

The Grim Reaper... Was arriving soon!

On top of one of the tanks stood the general commanding the Oirat soldiers and two of his Deputy.

The middle-aged general had a very serious expression on his face, his eyes squinted. A majestic aura was emitting from him.

Even if he was silent, his prestige as a high ranking officer was shown clear as day.

Both of the Deputy looked at each other and smiled smugly.

No matter how strong or powerful a warrior was, there was no way on earth that they would survive three tank shells fired at them.

This extremely dangerous individual would undoubtedly be a fantastic tool for their conquest towards the south! Well, if he was on their side.

But since he was in the Dragon Cavalry, he would definitely be a pain in the ass when the time came for the Coalition to go down south. If sacrificing around ten or so lives would mean that they could kill Jack, it would be a heroic honour for them!

Even the Deputy who had some doubts, he made up his mind as soon as the general gave out the order.

"General, everything is good to go!" said one of the Deputy.

When the general heard that, he slowly raised his right hand.

However, just as he was going to lower his hand and issue the order.

"Rumble..."

Rumbling noises from fighter jets came from the skies.

It came from afar and travelled close in the flash of an eye.

The noise was deafening for everyone in the vicinity.

All of the combatants were shocked, and looked towards the skies.

Achilles and Yarol were also shocked and followed suit.

Achilles' eyes shined, as he said while overjoyed, "It's the commander's Five-pawed Dragon Fighter! The commander is here, and with him, Jack can be saved!"