The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 414 - 407: What kind of monster are you?

When the first person surrenders, then there’s a good chance the rest will surrender as well—battles often unfold this way.

This battle had lasted less than five minutes from start to finish. By the time Gao Yuan swept his gaze across the battlefield, he found that most of the enemy had chosen to kneel and surrender. Their movements were skilled, methodical, and standard.

Of course, some refused to surrender. A standard squad stubbornly held out, and from their tactical maneuvers and fighting spirit, they appeared quite resilient. But the situation was no longer something that willpower alone could reverse, so this group of a dozen combatants was swiftly wiped out to the last man.

Then, when Sirte and Klaus finally arrived on the scene, what they saw were captives kneeling in a circle, being searched one by one.

"What happened..."

Bewilderment, incomprehension, extreme confusion.

On any ordinary day, it would be Sirte chattering non-stop and Klaus staying silent. But this time, Klaus grabbed Yuri by the arm, a look of puzzlement on his face as he said, "What on earth happened?"

Yuri pondered for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, and spread his hands, saying, "Don’t ask me, we won, the enemy surrendered. As for the rest... does my face say ’smart guy’ to you? Go ask him!"

Yuri pointed towards Ralph. Thus, Klaus dragged his weary body over to Ralph and demanded, "Tell me what happened?"

Ralph thought for a bit, then said to Klaus, "You won’t believe it."

"If you don’t tell me, how will you know whether I’ll believe it or not!"

Klaus looked like he was about to explode. He slung the rifle he was holding onto his back, then his right hand vigorously tapped the palm of his left hand as he spoke loudly, "I was just a few minutes late, and you... you destroyed four tanks, captured dozens of prisoners. Who can tell me what actually happened!"

Ralph thought for a moment and then continued, "At first, we did alright. We spread out, appeared suddenly, and struck at the enemy’s tanks and armored vehicles, disrupting their formation right from the start."

"And then?"

"Then he came."

Ralph gestured toward Gao Yuan, saying, "He came, used up all his grenades, charged into the crowd of enemies, took a prisoner, killed a few men, and then the fight was over."

Klaus thought about it with his head, then shaking his head, said, "What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t understand."

Ralph continued, "Well, these guys are French People."

Klaus suddenly opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and then equally forcefully exhaled. With a look of realization, he said, "I see now. You should have started with that."

With a wry smile, Ralph replied, "No, no, you understand—only it’s not what you’re thinking. The point isn’t that most of the enemies were French. The point is the captain; he’s not human!"

Klaus regained his calm and smiled, saying, "I understand; that makes sense."

Ralph urgently said, "No, you really don’t get it. The point isn’t just that most of the enemies are French. Um, there’s a Foreign Legion assault squad here. They performed very well; not a single one of them surrendered."

"That makes sense."

Ralph grew impatient, his expression frustrated as he spoke, "What do you understand? It’s not about the enemy’s habit of surrendering. It’s because, because the captain is not human—they, they! Forget it, the captain is currently interrogating the enemy commander, and he needs a French translator. After we finish searching the prisoners, I will go too, but for now, you can go and see for yourself."

Ashraf sat on the ground cross-legged with his rifle, watching Gao Yuan and Li Jingang’s interrogation with his customary smile.

A middle-aged man sat dejectedly on the ground, head down, not lifting it at all. Gao Yuan was visibly anxious, unable to help in any way, while Li Jingang, his face flushed with impatience, was questioning the prisoner in English. But on the rare occasions that the prisoner replied, he spoke in French.

"You’re here! Can you speak French? That’s great! You ask him!"

Klaus nodded, and Li Jingang immediately stepped aside with a look of joy, but Klaus turned to the ever-silent Sirte at his side and said, "Do you want to do it, or shall I?"

Sirte casually slung the rifle over his shoulder, drew his knife, and crouched in front of the prisoner. Without a word, the tip of the knife slowly approached the prisoner’s leg, descending inch by inch.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do? Stop! If you want to know something, just ask!"

Li Jingang both threatened and made nice for a long time, yet the captive only claimed not to understand English. But as soon as Sirte’s knife gleamed, he immediately started speaking, and very fluently at that.

However, Sirte’s hand showed no sign of stopping. He slowly but unstoppably thrust the knife into the captive’s leg.

Of course, the captive wanted to dodge, but a kick from Klaus made him behave. Then, he could only watch as the blade pierced his own leg.

"This will just hurt a bit, just slightly. But if your answers don’t satisfy me, I’ll twist the knife," Sirte said. "Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

Sirte’s blade sank another half centimeter, and then he said in a deep voice, "Name."

"François Sang! From France, thirty-six years old... ah!"

As Sirte’s blade penetrated another centimeter, François, who had just revealed his name, cried out again, while Sirte coldly instructed, "I ask, you answer. Remember the rules."

"You... Yes! Alright!"

"Gender."

"Male! A man!"

"Age."

"36 years old!"

"From which country."

"France!"

"Military rank."

"Captain."

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"Captain and Deputy Battalion Commander of the 92nd Infantry Regiment of the Third Mechanized Brigade in the French Army!"

"Good, you’re getting the hang of it. Now, are all your subordinates from your original soldiers?"

"Most of them are."

"Explain in detail."

"I command a mixed battalion, tanks and armored vehicles are from Ukraine, and the infantry are from our regiment. Additionally, there are some from the Foreign Legion, a total of 224 men. Apart from those killed in action, the rest are all here."

"Your operational plan."

"To catch up to you, surround you, and annihilate you. That’s it. What else could there be?"

Instantly, Sirte’s blade sank in another half centimeter, and François once again screamed in pain. Sirte coldly pressed, "So, are there any follow-up plans and reinforcements?"

"Yes! There are! Of course, but that would require me to call for support. Our front line was stretched too thin, and we failed too quickly! So I didn’t have time to call for reinforcements. Who could have predicted such a damn battle? I came to kill you, not to commit suicide!"

After speaking, François suddenly started to cry. He looked at Gao Yuan, trying to speak calmly, but his voice broke into sobs as he spoke.

"Your kind of... There’s no one who fights like you. You!"

François pointed at Gao Yuan, tears still streaming down his face, and with a face full of grief and indignation, he said, "What kind of monster are you!"