Chapter 102: Dracula Appears—A One-on-One Duel!

The Tashkent Subway Terminal, headquarters of the Tashkent underground railway, possessed a complex and intricate subterranean depth despite its modest surface footprint.

At 6:30 AM, while the sky remained shrouded in darkness, Mingchuan had already arrived with his troops. Indeed, it was Mingchuan himself; he and "Tereshi" had swapped identities. Now, "His Highness Tereshi" was within the Tashkent municipal government building, coordinating the layout and managing the battlefield there, while Mingchuan had taken on all of "His Highness Tereshi's" equipment—a fact unknown even to Wenxin.

"Preparing for landing!" The helicopter hovered at the highest point of the terminal's surface structure. Mingchuan had already opened the cabin door; true to his habits, he would typically just jump. Yet, for the first time, he did not leap. Instead, he pulled out a rifle scavenged from the Eastern Alliance. "Let me see what the Eastern Alliance’s weaponry is really capable of."

Bracing the rifle, Mingchuan began his "roll call."

*Pop-pop!* Two shots, two headshots; a Satan’s skull was obliterated instantly. To be fair, for an average soldier, this weapon was already quite impressive. A light firearm capable of taking down a Satan in two shots was a significant improvement. Nevertheless, Mingchuan remained unsatisfied. "Let’s see, I believe I have the attachments for this type of weapon..." As he spoke, he stowed the weapon away using his wristwatch. When the rifle reappeared, various strange components had been directly integrated into it.

"A dual-purpose suppressor, effective at masking muzzle flash and dampening sound. A tactical grenade launcher, though fitted with white phosphorus rounds, plus various other attachments—it should at least make the weapon a bit more lethal." With that, Mingchuan aimed at another Satan. One shot, one kill; this time, the creature’s skull was pulverized into pulp. "OK, the equipment is ready. I won’t waste so much stamina this time; who knows, I might have to face the boss directly!"

"Alright, Captain, we’re ready..."

"Ready? Let’s go!" With a speed that left his teammates unable to react, Mingchuan leaped. Though a mere five-meter drop was nothing to him, he landed, executed a tactical roll, and followed up with a series of precision shots, blasting the heads off the nearest Satans.

In close-quarters combat, Mingchuan smashed his rifle butt into the face of a Satan, sending blood spraying before kicking the creature off the platform—a drop that, while not massive, was still five stories high. Gunfire erupted behind him; his teammates had begun providing fire support, though to Mingchuan, this only served to speed up the process. The Satans on the platform were cleared in one sweep, and the next room opened: a supermarket. To make efficient use of the space, the areas above the subway terminal were indeed filled with entertainment facilities, though for some reason, the top floor was a supermarket. Mingchuan’s policy was always to minimize property damage, and the vastness of the map undoubtedly increased the time and difficulty of the sweep. However, for a sharpshooter like Mingchuan, it was simply a matter of using as many bullets as there were Satans.

Halfway through the battle, Major Billy and his squad arrived. The two forces joined hands, and once this level was completely secured, the Eastern Alliance troops began moving in. The Kingdom’s mechs spearheaded the assault to clear the path, while the Eastern Alliance consolidated the positions and provided support—a tactic utilized effectively across the Tashkent battlefield.

Then, the vampires appeared. It was well known that the Eastern Alliance soldiers could only struggle to contend with them.

But in front of Mingchuan, they were mere targets for a few shots. "Although vampires have two life circuits, you must understand that parts of those circuits run quite close to one another," Mingchuan explained specifically to the Eastern Alliance soldiers. "We in the United Kingdom call them 'Life Intersections.' Striking those points yields twice the result with half the effort. It is essentially what you in the Eastern Alliance call a 'fatal pressure point.' While difficult to aim for, knowing this will at least be of some benefit to you!"

"Benefit... is that so?" Suddenly, a voice echoed in mid-air, drawing everyone's attention. "Tereshi Mischla! Your Highness, Crown Prince of the United Kingdom! It is rare to see you; won't you come out and have a one-on-one duel with me?"