All this ti, Luo Zheng had been considering what the enemy's conspiracy might be, never imagining it would be an Apache. This totally defied reason. There were many countries around; how did the enemy's Apache evade the neighboring countries' radar and fly over? Aren't they afraid of condemnation from other countries or sparking a war?
Luo Zheng accounted for everything but the enemy's determination, daring to risk starting a war, secretly dispatching the Apache to join the battle. This move completely disrupted Luo Zheng's plans and infuriated him, prompting him to order a counter-charge. He leapt out of his cover and charged forward fiercely, internally relieved that Lan Xue had issued the order to entangle with the enemy beforehand. Most were already engaged with the enemy, and the Apache, fearing harm to its own, only attacked those in the rear, otherwise, casualties would have been far worse.
Everyone saw their forr companions being turned into bloody shreds by the Apache and were enraged, wildly charging forward, completely disregarding the risks to their lives. Like hungry wolves, they launched a desperate charge. The gardener and others entangled with the enemy also grew furious, exerting astonishing combat power, two against one, fighting like hell.
The enemy hadn't expected everyone not to be broken in spirit by the Apache, nor shaken, instead charging crazily, panicking them. About twenty enemies were overwheld by the gardener and others, risking injury, delivering a significant slaughter. They quickly couldn't withstand it and fell into chaos, the gardener and others pulled out their pistols and fired, laying them all down.
Enemies on both flanks were also panicking, especially those targeted by the Mountain Eagle Team. Facing snipers, the enemies were cautious. Now the Hook Tribe's ard forces charged recklessly, making it hard for everyone to take care from both sides, forcing them to retreat. Retreat ant handing their backs to snipers, tantamount to suicide.
Mountain Eagle led his n charging upward, Hook Tribe's ard mbers also went mad from the other side, causing the twenty-odd enemies' casualties to rise rapidly, speeding up their retreat. At this ti, the gardener led his n charging head-on, directly cutting off this team's retreat.
Surrounded on three sides, facing enemies several tis their strength, they resisted ferociously, indeed a fierce unit. But they only held out for two minutes before collapsing. Everyone surged forward, completely annihilating this team, all enemies were turned into sieves by the furious crowd.
When Luo Zheng rushed up, this team was already wiped out. Luo Zheng was about to command the forces to intercept the enemies tangled with Ghost Hand when he suddenly heard the Apache turning back, his face changed dramatically. He quickly shouted, "Quick, disperse, hide, gardener, find a way to lead your n back to the valley and find the air defense reserves."
"Understood." The gardener shouted loudly.
"I'll go with you." Hook shouted loudly, frustrated that the air defense reserves hadn't launched an attack yet. He followed the gardener and sped towards the valley.
Everyone scattered, seeking big trees to conceal themselves. They had witnessed an Apache's attack once, gained experience, knowing what kind of big trees can't be penetrated. Yet before everyone could hide, the Apache flew back across, the terrifying bullets streaking fiercely again, many bodies being blown apart, flesh and blood flying.
"Bastard." Luo Zheng smashed his fist onto a tree with all his might, eyes wide with rage, stared firmly at the Apache flying past, teeth clenched, seeing bodies everywhere. His anger rising, he tightly gripped the sniper rifle to aim but quickly lowered it, replacing it with incendiary bombs, roaring, "Mountain Eagle, Armor-piercing Incendiary Bomb."
"Got it." Mountain Eagle roared.
The Armor-piercing Explosive Incendiary Bomb can penetrate 10mm of rolled steel at a range of 800 ters with a 30-degree impact angle. The enemy's Apache flew only at five hundred ters, really arrogant, the air defense reserves never arrived, proving there's no reliable formal system training for the tribe's ard forces; they can't be relied upon. It's fruitless waiting longer, everyone will perish. Luo Zheng decided to gamble, but he realized he couldn't do it alone; more people needed to act simultaneously.
The Apache flaunted its strength by turning back, yet didn't fly towards everyone but charged towards the valley. Luo Zheng was montarily stunned, suddenly shocked, eyes wide, almost spewing fire, staring firmly at the Apache's fired rockets, their target actually the valley, where all the civilians are.
"Damn it, it's do or die." Luo Zheng's heart surged with towering fury, roaring, he charged ahead fiercely.
"Do or die." Mountain Eagle and others roared, faces cold, charging up.
Hook Tribe's ard forces joined the battle for everyone's sake, yet innocently attacked, as soldiers, everyone felt sha and guilt, leaving only fury and hatred towards the enemy. Luo Zheng charged forward like a wounded lion king, eyes fixed on the arrogantly flying Apache in the sky.
"Whoosh!" Another rocket flew out, straight toward the densely populated area.
"Bastard." Luo Zheng's face turned into a ghastly grimace, sprinting madly ahead, suddenly sidestepping his body, stopped amid a flying tackle, his foot sweeping forward flattening the ground, dirt flying. Luo Zheng swiftly raised his gun, kneeling to aim at the airborne Apache.
At this mont, Mountain Eagle and others rushed up, performing flying tackles to hit the ground, halted body, swiftly kneeling to aim, expressions cold, murderous aura surging. Over ten individuals lined up almost side by side, all locked onto the Apache. The Apache had been around for a few minutes; its ammo was likely spent, firing the last two rockets planning to escape.
If the Apache got away, Luo Zheng wouldn't face Hook. His face cold, eyes bursting with murderous intent, fixated on the Apache like a god of death, radiating a chilling aura, the surrounding air seed frozen by this chill. Soon, Luo Zheng locked onto the cockpit direction, coldly shouted, "Everyone listen to my command, try to aim for the oil tank or the tail, three, two, one, kill!"
"Kill!" Everyone roared fiercely, like tigers roaring, the overwhelming killing intent piercing the clouds, drawing everyone's gaze, the dense fighting spirit seed to scare away the descending dusk, the killing intent, fighting spirit, and hatred fused together, channeling into the sniper rifle Armor-piercing Incendiary Bomb.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Over ten sniper rifles fired almost simultaneously, the furious departure of bullets sounding like heaven's lody, letting everyone see hope, the possibility of vengeance. Everyone anxiously watched the high-flying Apache.
Over ten Armor-piercing Incendiary Bombs traced over ten angry impact lines, carrying everyone's hopes and rage, crashing fiercely towards the target, at life's crossroad, stimulated by boundless anger and fighting spirit, everyone burst forth with their highest sniping skill.
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