The commander on the Russian side was a lieutenant named William, who was lazily lying inside the command vehicle.
"Lieutenant, a convoy is coming down the road. Should we stop the attack?" Suddenly, a soldier reported to him.
"Hmph, who is so blind that they didn't see we're in the middle of a battle?" The lieutenant snorted and jumped out of the vehicle, coldly saying, "I want to see who has such a big nerve."
A lieutenant on the New Russian side also heard the soldier's report, jumped out of the command vehicle, and prepared to see which fearless soul dared to rush into the area where two armies had engaged in battle.
"Stop everything!" A Huaxia businessman driving a pickup hurriedly bellowed.
The convoy stopped three hundred meters away from the battlefield, silently watching as Lin Mo's car continued advancing.
At that moment, with a bang, a bullet hit the road three meters in front of their car, creating a crater in the concrete, clearly warning them not to go any further.
"Mr. Lin, what do we do now?" Huang Ling revealed an anxious look, her palms sweating as she gripped the steering wheel.
Although she knew Lin Mo was formidable, the army ahead consisted of hundreds of soldiers, all equipped with weapons designed to neutralize martial arts!
"Stop," Lin Mo said indifferently.
Immediately, Huang Ling saw Lin Mo open the car door, jump out, and slowly head towards the front.
"Mr. Lin, you... what are you doing?" Huang Ling's wide eyes trembled as she asked.
These warlords before her treated human lives like grass, and even Uncle Wang had said that not even a Martial Saint-level master could withstand the modern weapons designed to neutralize martial arts.
"I'm going, what is that guy doing? Is he going up there to negotiate with those warlord leaders?"
"I think he's going up there to get himself killed, those people are heartless killers!"
People in the convoy speculated fearfully, discussing among themselves.
"Report, Lieutenant, someone is coming. Should we shoot?" A soldier stood next to William and reported solemnly.
William picked up his binoculars and saw a figure slowly walking toward them on the hot road, frowning slightly, "Hmm, is that a Huaxia person? And, his face..."
"Hey, Huaxia person, do you have a death wish?" A soldier directly aimed his sniper rifle at Lin Mo, who was approaching them, and shouted sternly.
Everyone from both sides of the military turned their gaze to the figure on the road, a teenager about seventeen or eighteen years old, walking with an air of calm as if he feared nothing.
"He... is that Lin Mo?" William's eyes widened, his legs went weak with fright. Although more than a week had passed, the pictures distributed by the Military Region Commander were looked at every night; this was a myth among humanity, a god-like existence.
"Damn it, who just fired that shot? Take them out and execute them," William said with a furious tone.
Even Blood Prison, an incredibly powerful organization, had been destroyed by Lin Mo.
What significance did he, a mere lieutenant, have in the face of such an Immortal-level figure?
The Russian lieutenant also recognized Lin Mo and was immediately struck with terror.
"Lin Mo…" Huang Ling felt as if her heart was about to leap out, tightly clenched her fist, her palm dripping with sweat.
But what nobody expected was that the top commanders from both armies rushed out, hurriedly approached Lin Mo, and saluted him with respect.
"New Russian Sixth Army Group Air Force Lieutenant William, I've seen Mr. Lin Mo."
"Russian Third Combat Army Lieutenant August, I've seen Mr. Lin Mo."
"You have three minutes to get out of here," Lin Mo said indifferently, without even glancing at the two, speaking lightly.
"Yes. We will retreat immediately."
"Yes, we will leave right away."
Both men hurried back to their troops and issued commands, and began to retreat as if fleeing.
"Damn, am I seeing things? Why are both sides' armies retreating?"
"What retreat? More like running away, that's seriously badass, he scared an army into fleeing."
"Must be some super badass character, why do they act like they've seen an Immortal upon seeing him?"
People in the convoy speculated, but on the faces of the Huaxia people, there was a look of pride, as after all, Lin Mo was one of their own.
"How can they be so afraid of him?" Huang Ling's beautiful eyes filled with confusion. She was closest to Lin Mo and saw how the two warlords were reverentially respectful to him as if servants before an Emperor, and then with just a word from Lin Mo, they turned tail and fled.
Lin Mo returned to the car and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
When the presidents of both nations received news of Lin Mo's appearance, they went into high alert.
But after learning that all Lin Mo wanted was to leave Russia, both presidents breathed a sigh of relief, even holding a feast, eating, and drinking for three days and three nights to celebrate the departure of this Killing God.
"Will we be able to meet again in the future?" At the airport entrance, Huang Ling's gaze was fixed on Lin Mo, her tone somewhat reluctant.
"Paths may cross, and we will meet naturally if it is meant to be."
Lin Mo finished speaking softly, then with his hands in his pockets, walked towards the airport boarding gate.
"There is always a farewell when we meet; how wonderful would life be if it were only like the first time."
Watching the peerless youth disappear, Huang Ling drew a deep breath, her pretty eyes revealing a tinge of sorrow.
(Some readers say the protagonist is too invincible. Should I write him with weaknesses? If I write him too weak later on, I think you guys will probably tear me apart. Also, a shoutout for a recommendation ticket.)