After running through the winding port building for several minutes, they heard the sound of gunfire ahead. They followed the noise to a battlefield, a hall spanning over two thousand square meters. The signs along the way indicated this was Boarding Hall Seventeen.

The administrative personnel waited anxiously in the corridor outside the hall entrance, awaiting news from within. Christina was also there.

"Father!" Christina seemed to have a great weight lifted from her chest, rushing forward with a look of relief: "It's so good you're safe. Where is the Polson Guard?"

"Shaken them off for now. Quickly tell me the current situation?" Commander Batches summarized his ordeal in passing and asked her about the combat situation. He learned that the Bos forces retreating from the plaza had linked up with the port troops and had stabilized their position in the boarding hall, using tables, chairs, pillars, and walls as cover, blocking the advance.

Currently engaging them in a firefight inside the boarding hall were the four squads sent to pursue the remaining Bos troops, along with the two small escort squads protecting the administrative personnel.

Furthermore, Christina had managed to establish contact with the embedded unit that had infiltrated the port to cooperate from the inside, learning that the embedded unit was not far from them and was also pushing toward their location. The Bos forces had split half their contingent to slow down the embedded unit.

This meant the Bos forces were caught like filling in a hamburger, pressured from both sides by the Kussen Corps.

However, collapsing the Bos forces in a short time wouldn't be easy. There were over a hundred Bos soldiers in the boarding hall, meaning Kussen did not hold a numerical advantage in terms of troops. Yet, grenade launchers were difficult to use indoors for fear of collapsing the ceiling and walls, which would only create further obstacles to their advance.

"I don't know how long that tactic will hold off the Polson Guard. They might have already realized they chased in the wrong direction and are heading here now. If we can't force a path open before they catch up, we'll be the ones getting surrounded."

Batches turned to Yang Yang: "Commander Yang, come with me to take a look inside?"

He was deeply impressed by Yang Ying's marksmanship. If Yang Ying would accompany him inside, their safety during the entry would be assured.

Yang Ying nodded: "Time is limited; we must act swiftly. Commander Batches, follow me."

As the saying goes, one should see a rescue through to the end. Having already intervened once, Yang Ying didn't mind doing so again. He signaled the Ghost Agents to follow and led them into the embattled boarding hall.

As the door opened, the Bos soldiers immediately noticed them.

Yang Ying looked around and saw five or six exits in the boarding hall, with another one behind the Bos troops.

Yang Ying raised his pistol and began sweeping through the enemy positions. It was still one shot, one kill, every round finding its mark. Any Bos soldier he targeted was hit in the head by a single bullet the moment they looked up. A Gauss pistol magazine held twenty rounds, but that was enough for Yang Ying to eliminate twenty-one enemies.

The role played by the eight Ghost Agents was even more significant than Yang Ying’s. Four of the Ghost Agents wielded Gauss sniper rifles, which could ignore the cover within the boarding hall. Even if a Bos soldier hid behind a massive reinforced concrete pillar too large for one person to embrace, the sniper round could penetrate it.

The penetration power of the Gauss sniper rifle was much higher than that of the Gauss pistol; it could pierce even the thickest armored sections of power armor.

Gauss weapons were electromagnetic railguns. Theoretically, as long as the magnetic field strength was high enough, a projectile could be fired through the east wall of the building and exit through the west wall, easily punching through several pillars in its path. If fired into open air, the ultra-high-speed projectile would frictionally heat against the air, possibly vaporizing before it even landed!

However, the recoil from such a powerful Gauss weapon was simply unbearable for flesh and blood, and it was too extravagant as a personal weapon—like using an artillery piece to kill a mosquito; the cost-effectiveness was too low.

The other four Ghost Agents held Gauss scatterguns, capable of hitting a large area at once. If three Bos soldiers were hiding behind a wall, one shot from them would create a circular area of hundreds of tiny holes on that wall, about the size of a large water vat. No matter how tough the soldiers behind the wall were, it was a dead end for them!

Although the eight Ghost Agents were not wearing optical camouflage suits, they all wore tactical goggles. The integrated targeting assistance systems within these goggles pushed their accuracy to the absolute limit!

The commander of this contingent of Bos troops was a short lieutenant. He had only recently been promoted from captain, but that man was the first to die under Yang Ying’s gun. After him, another captain took over command, but he survived only five more seconds before the current short lieutenant took over.

The short lieutenant kept seeing visions of two captains shot dead through the forehead, their skulls pierced, flashing before his eyes. He dared not emerge from his corner, terrified that if he raised his head, he would meet the same fate.

If this were an elite unit with high morale, strong honor, and firm will, the death of the commander would only incite the soldiers’ shared hatred, unleashing the momentum of a grieving army to inflict heavy damage on the enemy. But the Bos Guard Regiment was not such an elite force.

The deaths of the two captains dealt a devastating blow to the Bos army's morale. Many soldiers hid behind cover, too afraid to show their heads, yet even then, some were killed by bullets piercing their cover.

"Charge! Take them down in one go!"

Commander Batches noticed the enemy's morale slump and was instantly energized, ordering all four Kussen squads to advance.

The Bos soldiers threw a few grenades from behind cover, but the Kussen soldiers simply picked them up and tossed them back.

Simultaneously, the cover from which the grenades were thrown received targeted elimination fire from the Gauss sniper rifles. Small holes appeared on the cover, and silence fell from behind it.

The short lieutenant swallowed hard. He considered surrendering, but a military policeman stood directly behind him, staring intently. If he dared utter the word "surrender," it would mean instant death.

The Bos army was now completely on the defensive. The short lieutenant knew he couldn't wait like this. He had to take action, or the result would be total annihilation. He flattened himself against the ground, his voice betraying his position. Just as he crouched, he heard a sharp crack. A small hole appeared on the cover next to him, right at waist height, making him break out in a cold sweat.

In just one minute, the number of Bos soldiers rapidly dwindled to only thirty or forty. Each one threw a grenade, half aimed at the charging Kussen soldiers, and the other half scattered throughout the hall, with two heading toward Yang Ying.

The short lieutenant immediately issued his second order, shouting "Retreat!" and then began crawling toward the exit of the boarding hall. The grenades he ordered thrown earlier were meant to cover their withdrawal, forcing the Kussen forces into disarray so they couldn't launch an immediate assault.

Batches waved his hand: "Ignore the grenades! Charge straight through!"

It took several seconds from pulling the pin to detonation for the grenades. They wouldn't explode immediately upon landing. The charging four squads had already reached the center of the hall; those few seconds were enough for them to reach the opposite side, avoiding the blast radius.

However, Yang Ying and Batches did not join the charge, watching as grenades flew toward them.