The cavalry units combined with the huge monster's entry continuously shattered the morale of the Pitchfork Knights.
The two sides' forces attacking from both sides completely split the Pitchfork Knights, who were then defeated one by one.
Seeing this scene, Qin Ming clenched his teeth fiercely and turned to move over to support them.
But just as he took a step, white smoke exploded ahead, and Muramasa burst out of the smoke, suddenly slashing at him with a fierce strike.
Qin Ming raised his arm to block with a blade, sparks flying from the collision. Sliding backward, he grimaced as he saw his path blocked.
Muramasa swung his weapon forcefully with a smile on his face.
"Why the rush to leave? Don't forget, your opponent is me!"
Qin Ming, unable to get past the powerful enemy blocking his way to support, took a deep breath upon seeing this.
Knowing that with the strength of this guy before him, he couldn't quickly resolve the situation, Qin Ming suddenly reached into his chest.
The next second, he pulled out a square box.
Muramasa, seeing this, thought Qin Ming had taken out some secret weapon. He cautiously retreated while raising his blade in defense.
Actually, his guess wasn't wrong. What Qin Ming pulled out was indeed a secret weapon called a "Big Brother"—also known as a military satellite phone.
Raising his hand, Qin Ming dialed a number, put the phone to his ear, and shouted lowly.
"Stop all the damn slacking! Get moving! Code word? Do I look like a code word? How many are coming? All of them! Everyone!"
After hanging up and putting away the "Big Brother," Qin Ming looked expressionlessly at Muramasa across from him.
Seeing this, Muramasa cautiously gripped his katana, about to speak—but suddenly froze.
Because above Qin Ming, the sky suddenly darkened, and the shadow continued to expand.
Darkness gradually enveloped the surrounding area, and both sides fighting below looked up in confusion.
What appeared before their eyes was a huge super battleship!
A super battleship made from a mixture of steel and wood!
This was the prize Qin Ming had seized with his troops in the Metal Slug world: the Sky Fortress!
The hundreds-of-meters-long fortress slowly descended from the sky. Before it even reached the ground, countless hatches on its sides opened.
The next moment, dense squadrons of fighters shot out, and numerous soldiers parachuted down like dumplings dropping.
Most importantly, among these paratroopers, there were even many tanks hanging from oversized parachutes, descending alongside.
The Metal Slug world's elite—Qin Ming's ace unit, the Hound Legion—had arrived!
The soldiers hadn't even landed yet, but intense gunfire already filled the skies. Countless fighter jets circled overhead, and massive troop numbers coordinated with the tanks to charge forward.
If Grand Duke Garibaldi's dark magic-forged super war machine was pure black technology,
Then this modern unit arriving now was a definitive dimensionality-reducing strike.
Truly divine troops descending from the heavens!
Having confirmed his own forces over the phone, Qin Ming's Hound unit split into squads, spreading out and charging back and forth with the tanks.
At the front of the formation, the adjutant Beta drove the latest model Metal Slug tank, leading the charge.
Among the fighter squadron in the sky, another adjutant named Shuke was present. This straightforward guy was piloting a heavy bomber.
Though Qin Ming had left the Metal Slug world, time there did not stop—it continued moving on its own.
The Hound unit was well-equipped and ferocious in combat. Most importantly, they had no backing—making them the ultimate elite strike force.
Five-Star General Jamie Force naturally wouldn't waste such troops. Thanks to his special relationship with Qin Ming, he alone could command this independent unit.
Over the past year, Five-Star General Jamie Force had essentially treated this unit as his personal loyal force.
They increased personnel, applied for weapons, and even brought over the previously captured Sky Fortress.
Jamie Force, knowing Qin Ming's special abilities, had even acquired many outdated tanks and fighter jets that no army wanted. Now, these were all displayed in the base, waiting for Qin Ming to return and upgrade them!
The Hound Legion, which once numbered just over ten thousand, had in just one year grown to over thirty thousand—already one of the most famous regular army corps, and known for their fierce combat ability.
Boom!
With the roar of the engine, Beta, the tank driver who had rammed and crushed several knights in front, led his elite squad charging directly beside Qin Ming.
Seeing their commander, who hadn't been around for days and whose physique had visibly bulked up, Beta leaned out of the tank and casually saluted.
"Adjutant Beta! Reporting to the boss! Need any help, sir?"
"Get lost."
"Roger that!"
Cheerfully, Beta climbed back into the tank. With a stomp on the accelerator, he zoomed off.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to fire a shot at Muramasa across the way, causing Muramasa to hurriedly roll and dodge in alarm.
As Beta re-entered the battlefield, a roar sounded in the sky again.
The bomber pilot Shuke flew past above Qin Ming with a serious expression.
When Qin Ming looked up at him, Shuke didn't say a word but silently raised his hand in salute, then turned the bomber's nose and dove toward the enemies below.
Watching him fly away, Qin Ming rolled his eyes.
"You little brat, can't even say hello when you meet me. I'm going to demote you later."
Muttering to himself, Qin Ming withdrew his gaze and glanced at Muramasa opposite him. Seeing Muramasa's shocked expression, he suddenly grinned.
"Alright, now I don't need to support you anymore. I'll fight you head-on to my heart's content."
Hearing this, Muramasa's eye twitched. He looked up at the countless demons in the sky and the gigantic Sky Fortress that looked like a moving island, then suddenly stiffened and said,
"Sir, are you still recruiting?"
"Nope. Compared to people, I prefer your sword."
"Then there's nothing I can do."
With a shake of his katana, Muramasa shook his head helplessly and again assumed his sword stance.
"Looks like I'll have to kill you first, then figure out how to escape!"
With the arrival of the Hound Legion, the previously victorious balance between Arthur's army and the evil duke's forces was quickly shattered.
The reinforcement of tens of thousands of troops was actually secondary.
The main thing was how terrifying the appearance and abilities of these modern troops were!
Qin Ming already had a mythical legend around him, and now he had suddenly summoned a floating island along with tens of thousands of troops.
Add in the massive steel beasts and flying iron birds, and it's easy to imagine how much this scene crushed the enemy's morale.
Almost as soon as the battle began, the evil duke's forces collapsed, and many soldiers with no morale started to flee.
Arthur's elite corps could barely hold their ground, but their morale plummeted.
Even Arthur himself, looking up at the huge military fortress in the sky, was dumbfounded.
In his mind kept coming the thought: having pulled out the Sword in the Stone, am I really the chosen king?
Then why wasn't I the one who summoned this thing—but the enemy?
Or maybe the status of the Holy Fork is actually higher than the Holy Sword?
(End of chapter)