The wind gently rustled through the forest, the leaves creating a rustling sound as sunlight filtered through the foliage, adding a touch of life to the forest floor. In the distance, the tireless cricket continued to chirp. A once lively grasshopper near a broken tree had disappeared, a faint scent of blood wafting through the air, adding an unwelco tension to the serene forest.
Luo Zheng listened carefully, unable to understand the voice coming through the headset. He glanced at the body, noting the yellow-skinned ethnicity speaking a language unfamiliar to him—Japanese. It wasn't from Yue Country or Korea, but none of them were good people. Luo Zheng assessed the height of the person, about 1.75 ters, likely a Korean given the height; the Yue Country people weren't that tall.
In such critical tis, opportunities co and go; Luo Zheng couldn't afford to delay. If the earlier sound was indeed an inquiry from the enemy's companion, it ant exposure, necessitating imdiate battle preparation. He discarded the enemy's headset and dashed swiftly to the side, moving like a leopard, reaching a large tree ten ters away in the blink of an eye.
Camouflaging himself cautiously, Luo Zheng surveyed the surroundings, ensuring no danger was present. He spoke into the earpiece in a hushed tone, "Hook, bring your n down imdiately. Make sure not to make any noise, move quickly. Deploy the machine gunners to the sides. Mountain Eagle, advance two hundred ters forward, secure advantageous terrain, set up a sniper position, and prepare for combat. Xue Er, Ghost Hand, what's your situation?"
"Target acquired," Lan Xue and Ghost Hand responded in succession.
"Understood," Hook agreed.
Luo Zheng watched the gorge at the foot of the mountain attentively, soon spotting Lan Xue and others moving swiftly below. Faint noises ca from behind; turning his head, he saw Hook leading his n up quickly, their expressions stern, gripping rifles, bodies crouched, with many branches tied to them, resembling small trees. Their movents were swift, akin to hungry wolves. Luo Zheng's expression sharpened as he advanced forward.
Soon, Luo Zheng halted two hundred ters from the gorge, found a spot to ambush, and set up his sniper rifle, readying for combat. Given Luo Zheng's character, he would undoubtedly lead the charge, but his injuries hadn't fully healed. The crawling infiltration earlier had already drained much of his energy, leaving him unfit for high-intensity battles.
Lan Xue, Ghost Hand, and Mountain Eagle spread out along the two-hundred-ter line, each finding a place to ambush. Ghost Hand, not being a sniper, knew what needed to be done. Once Hook and his n arrived, he signaled them. When Hook rushed forward, Ghost Hand whispered, "Position the heavy machine guns on both sides of the enemy, one hundred ters apart, move quickly. Everyone else, rush down to the one hundred ter line and comnce free shooting."
"Understood," Hook replied softly, whispering a few words in the local dialect to those around him.
In no ti, the team sprang into action, advancing forward. Those accustod to living in the prival forest moved swiftly and lightly, reminiscent of hungry wolves, silently reaching the hundred-ter line. The team quickly dispersed, each finding a place to conceal themselves.
Ghost Hand observed the gorge below cautiously for a while. A group was asleep in the dense forest, each leaning against a tree, embracing their guns. Perhaps they trusted their sentries, sleeping soundly. A few insomniacs were eating wild fruits, conversing quietly.
Seeing this scene, Ghost Hand was completely relieved, observing the team vigilantly. Everyone was ready to shoot, the machine gunners still setting up. Ghost Hand didn't imdiately give the attack command, waiting patiently instead. He took out a hand grenade, signaling everyone to do the sa.
Everyone quickly took out grenades. Ghost Hand whispered to Hook, "On my command, throw them together, then charge down. Leave the heavy machine guns unmoved. Understood?"
"Understood," Hook imdiately agreed, whispering in the local dialect to those around him. The command was quickly relayed; soon, everyone knew the attack thod, waiting with stern expressions.
Luo Zheng, behind the two-hundred-ter line, couldn't observe the enemy situation up front, passing the command to Ghost Hand on the front line. With Ghost Hand's capability, commanding such battles was no problem. Luo Zheng was reassured, focusing and targeting one objective as he waited.
"Attack!" Ghost Hand roared, seeing the heavy machine guns in place, and flung the grenade downward. Seeing this, others followed suit, hurling grenades towards the enemy below in the gorge with precision and force. They were elite, with incredible arm strength, ignoring the hundred-ter distance.
Suddenly, the forest was filled with flying grenades. Two hundred people, two hundred grenades, descending like demons released from hell, carrying a deadly breath towards the targets, forming a terrifyingly dense net.
The enemy in the gorge forest beca imdiately alert, especially the few chatting, looking up in horror towards the incoming grenades, reacting quickly, loudly warning, trying to shoot the grenades mid-air, simultaneously using gunfire to alert others.
The intention was good, and indeed, so grenades were accidentally hit, but there were just too many in the sky, densely packed. The chatting people's faces turned pale, sprinting towards deeper forest, trying to evade the attack. But how could they manage in ti? In an instant, all grenades rained down, hitting the ground.
"Boom boom!" Countless grenades exploded in succession. The blast waves generated by the grenade explosions didn't cancel each other out; instead, they combined, forming a force akin to cluster bombs, unleashing a more terrifying energy shock. Shrapnel flew wildly, embedding into trees and bodies. Within a fifty-ter diater, trees flew, dirt scattered, and dismbered limbs soared through the air, a sight utterly terrifying.
The forest glowed red, devouring lives, smoke billowing like the devil's sneer. Ghost Hand coldly observed, roaring, "Attack!"
"Attack!" Hook shouted in the local dialect, and everyone scread wildly, charging forward. Their weapons fired at the explosion site, while heavy machine guns on both sides roared, their dense bullets forming a thick barrage, launching a secondary assault on any survivors.
With smoke yet to disperse, visibility was low. Luo Zheng observed below cautiously; not a single silhouette was visible through the infrared sniper scope. He hadn't anticipated Ghost Hand adopting such an attack thod. Two hundred high-explosive hand grenades assaulting simultaneously, the compounded blast wave of this attack was unbearable, complented by the dense bullet shower—this move was ruthless.
"Attack!" Ahead, Ghost Hand roared again, and the Hook Tribe's Ard shouted in unison with him, launching a fierce charge and assault, their battle cries shaking the sky, their morale surging like a rainbow.
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