I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 555: Chapter 450: Truth, Recognition, and Fury

Above the Ice Extreme Pass, the wind and snow continued to rage wildly, the cold wind carrying ice flakes that smashed against the ice bricks on the walls with a "swoosh" sound.

A soldier stood vigilantly on the ice wall, tightly gripping the spiritual energy rifle in his hand, his gaze sweeping across the distant ice plains.

Just after the snowstorm, three safe houses were bombed again; he was well aware that the Ice Extreme Pass was not peaceful at this moment, and he must remain vigilant and guard his post without a moment’s respite.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye caught sight of dark figures emerging faintly along the snow-covered horizon.

These figures were blurred by the wild winds, their outlines barely visible, their faces indistinct, making it impossible to ascertain their identities.

"Alert! Unknown personnel approaching!"

The soldier’s heart tightened, and he immediately pressed the alarm on his waist, the piercing alarm instantly sounding throughout the Ice Extreme Pass.

Other soldiers on the wall, hearing the alarm, swiftly entered a state of readiness—each raising their spiritual energy rifles, aiming them towards the path below, fingers poised on the triggers with eyes full of caution.

As the figures gradually approached, the wind and snow lessened slightly.

Upon discerning the appearance of the newcomers, the soldiers on the wall collectively breathed a sigh of relief, their tense bodies slowly relaxing—those clad in black battle armor, carrying giant axes and heavy hammers, were the barbarian warriors who had recently arrived at the Ice Extreme Pass via flying device, under the command of the military lord.

Yet, before they could fully relax, a soldier suddenly pointed towards the rear of the procession, his voice trembling imperceptibly: "Look... what is that?"

Everyone followed the direction of his finger, their hearts jolted, their previously eased expressions instantly freezing.

They saw at the rear of the barbarian warriors’ procession, several warriors carrying a massive "ice block"—but what ice block? It was clearly a mound of heads frozen by the extreme cold!

Hundreds of heads stacked together, each face frozen in utmost terror, wide-open eyes full of despair, as if remnants of their struggle before death lingered.

The frigid temperature glued these heads tightly together, a thin layer of frost covering their faces, eternally fixing the gruesome horror and agony upon them, making one’s scalp tingle.

All the soldiers on the wall held their breath as a chill surged from their feet straight to the top of their heads.

Suddenly, they recalled the icy directive left by Qin Army Commander before these warriors set out:

"Bring me their heads back!"

They had secretly speculated then that it was merely an expression of fury from the commander, yet unexpectedly, these men truly delivered.

A mound of hundreds of heads radiated a chilling aura amidst the snowstorm, not only presenting ruthless intimidation to the enemy but the most thorough execution of Qin Army Commander’s directive.

An elderly soldier tightly gripped his rifle, a glint of awe flashing in his eyes—he suddenly realized, with such fierce, unwavering men present, the Ice Extreme Pass was indeed different.

"Open the gate!"

Qin Tian’s voice sounded from atop the ice wall, and the soldiers on the wall dared not delay, immediately activating the winch, allowing the heavy ice gate to slowly open, revealing a passage wide enough to accommodate a dozen people walking side by side.

The barbarian battle group marched in orderly steps, brandishing weapons and carrying the mound of heads, stepping into the pass amid the wind and snow.

Now, the soldiers within the Ice Extreme Pass had already heard the alarm, donning armor and wielding weapons, forming ranks and stepping out.

But upon seeing the procession entering the city, especially that mound of hundreds of heads encased and frosted, everyone stood frozen, pupils contracting, hearts in upheaval.

The gruesome scene caused many to subconsciously clench their weapons, fingertips turning white.

"Bang!"

The barbarian battle group halted their steps in the central square, the clash of armor mingled with the sound of wind and snow, the atmosphere heavy and suffocating.

At this moment, Qin Tian, clad in a black military uniform, stepped through the snow towards the square.

Li Qi was the first to step forth from the ranks, slightly bowing towards Qin Tian: "Boss, mission accomplished satisfactorily."

Qin Tian raised his hand and patted his shoulder, his tone carrying a note of approval: "Well done, you’ve worked hard."

His gaze then swept over the entire barbarian battle group—each person’s battle armor was stained with dark red blood, some armor marred with slash marks, several warriors’ shoulders wrapped in bandages, faint traces of blood seeping through.

Despite this, none showed fatigue; instead, their eyes burned with fervent combat spirit and the pleasure of battle well fought.

For these naturally belligerent barbarians, a tough fight was never a burden but the most exhilarating pleasure.

In stark contrast stood the members of The Shadow Division on the opposite side of the ranks.

Their white cloaks remained as spotless as snow, quietly standing in the snow, their presence stealthy as ghosts.

Yet none would underestimate them—just now, on the battlefield, it was these "ghosts" that traversed behind enemy lines, their precise assassination accelerating the collapse of the Xue Dao Battle Group, proving invaluable in comparison to the frontal assault by the barbarians.

"Boss, these three were soldiers who sacrificed when the safe house was attacked."

At this moment, Poisonous Widow stepped forward, several members of The Shadow Division cautiously lifting a makeshift stretcher behind her, a Royal Army Flag draping over it, beneath lay three bloodied corpses—those of the three patrol soldiers previously out of contact.

Seeing the comrades they fought side by side with now turned into cold corpses, incomplete even in death, the warriors of the Ice Extreme Pass could no longer remain composed, a seething anger surging within their chests, their eyes gradually reddening.