During the fierce attack, the enemy suddenly launched an assault on the front and rear valleys, clearly intending to disrupt everyone's rhythm and damage morale. This is precisely when one must not panic. Luo Zheng advanced while firing, switched to an M4 rifle, and precisely shot at the target to suppress the exposed enemy fire and cover the main troops. He roared, "Hook, charge, beat the hell out of them!"
"Understood." Hook knew that this was no ti to relent, it was a battle of willpower and determination. The fight had broken out on all fronts; whoever retreats first loses, whoever breaches a point first wins. The troop assignnts were coordinated across all three sides, and with the Special Forces led by scholars holding the line, Hook was not as worried as usual. Especially with a reserve team at the ready, he roared while commanding his troops to fiercely charge forward and attack.
Those at the front were taken down by enemy fire, yet those behind continued the charge, consud by fury, fighting recklessly. Luo Zheng hung at the rear, continuously sniping exposed enemies to alleviate pressure, while observing the battlefield, puzzled about the enemy's intent. This scattered attack strategy was very peculiar.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!" Countless soldiers charged forward, howling like hungry wolves, guns blazing, creating havoc ahead. The enemy began an orderly retreat, maintaining about a hundred-ter distance, continuously shooting Hook Tribe's Ard forces. This mutually destructive tactic made Luo Zheng's face stern.
The desperate counterattack failed to uncover the enemy's strategic intentions. What conspiracy lay behind this dispersive assault? Luo Zheng, with a grim countenance and sharp eyes, looked forward, deciding to intensify the enemy's predicant. Through his earpiece, he shouted, "Gardener, lead two squads two hundred ters forward. Move quickly and engage in close combat."
"Understood," the Gardener responded without hesitation.
"Hook, organize fire cover for the personnel," Luo Zheng continued to shout.
"Understood," Hook responded loudly.
Soon, the Gardener led two squads advancing rapidly, sprinting low like leopards in the forest, their rifles sharp claws, launching deadly attacks on the front enemy from ti to ti, completely ignoring the incoming bullets, charging in a death-or-glory assault.
Using the Special Forces as a Suicide Squad was sothing Luo Zheng had no choice but to do. Without flushing out the enemy's conspiracy, they had no foundation. A strong sense of unease gnawed at his mind, making him extrely uncomfortable, and he stopped, telling Lan Xue, who ca up, "You command the attack." He leaned against a tree to catch his breath, feeling discomfort from an internal injury hit during the charge and needing relief.
"Mmm, are you okay?" Lan Xue asked with concern.
"I'm fine, don't worry. I need to think, what's the enemy's conspiracy?" Luo Zheng said softly.
"Alright." Lan Xue nodded and shouted through the earpiece, "I'm in command now, Mountain Eagle, Ghost Hand, suppress the enemy fire on both sides. Gardener, I want all your n to charge and engage in close combat with the enemy. Hook, take your n and join the fight, tangle with the enemy and kill them."
"Yes!" Everyone shouted in unison, accelerating the charge.
Two heavy machine guns did not move, continuing to sweep the enemies ahead, covering everyone's advance. The enemy did not expect such a determined assault from everyone, regardless of heavy casualties or their own lives, fighting with reckless abandon, hastening their retreat, inadvertently exposing their backs to their pursuers.
On the battlefield, when two armies clash, it's all about courage and willpower. Whoever retreats first is at a disadvantage. The enemy's retreat led to a more resolute pursuit, even though the sacrifices were great, yet in the heat of battle, none cared. Quickly, the Gardener led his n into close combat with the enemy, while Hook's n fired cold shots from the periphery.
The enemy's central strength was rely fifty n, another fifty scattered on both flanks, fiercely held back by Mountain Eagle and Ghost Hand, having no ans to aid the center. After continuous combat, they had lost half. The remaining twenty-so were overtaken by the Gardener's fifty n, who also lost a few, putting the odds in their favor.
"Buzz-buzz-buzz!" Suddenly, terrifying rotor sounds ca from the sky. Luo Zheng's face changed dramatically. He quickly looked up to see an Apache Ard Helicopter. Instantly realizing the enemy's scattered strategy was to probe their troop deploynt. The true deadly move was the Apache. But how did the Apache fly here? Would the surrounding countries allow it? But now wasn't the ti to pursue this issue. Enraged, he yelled, "Quick, engage closely with the enemy. Hook, have the anti-air reserve team bring the rockets to shoot down the helicopter."
In the reserve team, there was an anti-air group of more than a hundred people, all equipped with anti-air weapons, dozens of RPGs. Hook also noticed the helicopter, and his face changed dramatically. If they let the helicopter assault them, not a single mber of the tribe would survive. He quickly halted, picked up the radio, and communicated with his anti-air reserve team.
The Apache soon flew over, arrogantly circling in the air, and Luo Zheng saw it heading towards them, causing him great alarm. He quickly sought cover under a large tree and shouted through the earpiece, "Quick, engage with the enemy; if ti runs out, take cover on the spot."
"Bang-bang-bang!" The Apache's onboard M230 chain gun began to unleash terror, with 30mm rounds firing at a horrifying speed of 808 ters per second from the cannon. The helicopter was no higher than five hundred ters, just at the initial velocity range. The terrible impact broke tree trunks as big as bowls.
What was even more terrifying was the gun's rate of 1,000 rounds per minute, which churned ahead like a plow, leaving giant pits in the ground or massive holes in trees, and if hit on a person, the body would be broken in two, without a chance of survival.
The Apache flaunted its dominance by flying overhead, leaving chaos on the ground as if a tornado had struck. The difference was after a tornado, nothing was left as everything was swept away. But after the Apache's passage, the ground was littered with flesh and destruction, with no cries of the injured, for any hit ant instant death.
Luo Zheng sheltered behind a tree, feeling it tremble from the bullets, on the verge of collapse. Alard, he compressed his body to minimize exposure, while the terrifying sonic booms of bullets left his mind reeling, thoughts freezing.
Soon, the Apache arrogantly flew overhead, moving on to attack elsewhere. Luo Zheng's face was cold, eyes wide with anger, watching the Apache fly away, and he yelled, "Chase it down, give it everything!"
"Give it everything!" Everyone shouted angrily, as the Apache had claid too many brothers' lives. Filled with rage, they howled like wounded beasts, erged from cover, and charged towards the enemy.
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