However, Fang Wenhai had managed to secure the position of Chief Commanding Officer of the outpost. If Lin Haifeng believed Fang could be easily swayed, especially without any notable abilities, then Lin Haifeng truly needed to re-evaluate his judgment in personnel! Feeling an itching sensation in his chest, Fang Wenhai frowned and spoke seriously. "Miss Claire, I’ve heard that greeting customs abroad differ somewhat from ours. However, your greeting is a bit too enthusiastic, isn’t it?" Clearly, Fang Wenhai’s message was, "Show me some respect!" But Claire remained unmoved, continuously shooting sultry glances at Fang Wenhai, until another figure walked out from the entrance of the treasure land. "Hi, bitch, see again, wow, Your chest is big." With the awkwardly spoken English, a burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the entrance of the treasure land. The crude language and hearty laughter instantly drew everyone’s attention. As the white light of the teleportation faded, a figure even more robust than Cao Ling appeared at the entrance of the treasure land. The man, likely in his thirties, wore only a pair of baggy beach shorts. His half-naked body was covered in thick, dark hair. His solid, strong muscles bulged and rippled with his slightest movement, exuding a wild aura. Upon hearing the voice from behind her, Claire rolled her eyes, then quickly put on a charming smile and turned to look at the muscular man who had just appeared. "Hi, Andre, nice to see you again. Looks like your testicles have grown back." Hearing Claire’s words, Andre’s face stiffened. Evidently, the two had shared some "memorable" experiences in the past. Seeing this, Fang Wenhai decisively interrupted their conversation. "Esteemed guests from abroad, welcome to the outpost treasure land. I believe everyone’s attention right now shouldn’t be on matters like ’testicles’ or ’breasts.’ According to our intelligence, the Bipedal Lizard horde is not far from the outpost... So, perhaps I should show you all to the front lines first?" Hearing Fang Wenhai’s words, Andre nodded, his expression somewhat solemn. Claire, on the other hand, fiercely flipped Andre off. Just then, two more figures flashed past the entrance of the treasure land. Seeing a man carrying an ancient longsword among the two newcomers, Fang Wenhai let out a quiet sigh of relief. So, I’ve finally figured it out, Fang Wenhai thought. This bunch of Sequence holders simply looks down on me, their Chief Commanding Officer. In this situation, I, the Chief Commanding Officer of this outpost, am merely a tour guide! Fang Wenhai was facing the awkward predicament of having no powerful expert by his side and his words carrying no weight. Fortunately, the newcomer carrying the longsword effectively resolved this issue. "Allow me to introduce him. This is a powerful expert from our military, Yang Pengguang, also Human Race Sequence Number 5. Currently, our military’s Human Race Sequence Number 2 and Human Race Sequence Number 3 are carrying out a mission in this treasure land. Sequence Number 2 should be back by the time the Bipedal Lizards launch their attack." Human Race Sequence Number 5, Yang Pengguang, walked expressionlessly to Fang Wenhai’s side and nodded at the three people before him. Fang Wenhai continued, "This is Miss Claire, affiliated with the American military, Human Race Sequence Number 6." As soon as he finished speaking, Claire immediately flashed Yang Pengguang a charming smile and said in a seductive tone, "Just call me Claire. I adore cool and handsome men like you, Pengguang." Hearing Claire’s words, Yang Pengguang showed no particular reaction, merely nodding slightly. It was Andre who muttered from the side, "I’m Andre, affiliated with the Russian military, Human Race Sequence Number 7." Yang Pengguang observed Andre intently for a few moments, a hint of a smile touching his lips. Then, the group turned their gaze towards the figure who had entered the treasure land with Yang Pengguang. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 Dressed in casual clothes, he was tall and slender with delicate features and clear eyes. An obvious Adam’s apple revealed his gender to everyone present. Though not yet twenty, he had a very approachable air about him. Sensing their scrutinizing gazes, the young man appeared somewhat nervous. He cleared his throat slightly, then bowed a full ninety degrees and spoke in a rather soft voice, "My name is Suzuki Masao, eighteen years old. Before the apocalypse, I was an ordinary Japanese high school student. Now, I belong to the Japan Self-Defense Forces with the rank of Colonel, and I am Human Race Sequence Number 9." The rather lengthy self-introduction left everyone present feeling a bit awkward. What the hell does it matter to us what he was doing before the apocalypse! they all thought. Suzuki Masao, perhaps realizing he had somewhat dampened the lively atmosphere of self-introductions, looked up, his face flushing so red it seemed like it might bleed. Seeing this, Fang Wenhai coughed twice and quickly said, "Let’s head to the front line first. After we repel this wave of attacks, we can discuss the upcoming tasks." The others nodded, temporarily acknowledging Fang Wenhai’s authority as Chief Commanding Officer in the outpost treasure land. A message came from Fang Wenhai through the communication device. The reinforcements from other countries at the outpost were in place. According to Fang Wenhai, with the new defensive arrangements and the number of professionists relative to the attacking Bipedal Lizards, the outpost’s defense was no longer a difficult task. Wen Yu’s goal was to intercept as many Demon Fiends as possible and eliminate the high-level Bipedal Lizards. In the distance, the military’s missile artillery commenced firing once more. This time, without the demon spawn’s command, the Bipedal Lizards seemed chaotic and disorganized. Wen Yu enjoyed the relative quiet, leading his three soul pets and the entire Shadow Assassin squadron to circle and hunt at the rear of the Bipedal Lizard horde. The war erupted quickly, but the power gap between the two sides had been significantly narrowed. Large numbers of low-level Bipedal Lizards charged the outpost chaotically, only to be continuously wiped out by the human soldiers. With the outpost’s four powerful experts hunting down the Level 5 Bipedal Lizards, the horde couldn’t even scale the walls. They were swiftly eliminated, their corpses cleared away in preparation for the next wave of attacks. Under these combat conditions, the war was no longer a desperate battle of offense and defense but had transformed into a war of attrition centered on the outpost. The military’s casualty rate dropped repeatedly. As human professionists advanced rapidly, the vast numbers of Bipedal Lizards genuinely served as live training.