The armor-piercing incendiary bombs hit their targets without missing; so struck the nose, so the tail, and so the body of the aircraft, but most hit the fuel tanks. The bullets penetrated the steel plates and exploded instantly, causing countless amounts of flammable agent to form a terrifyingly high temperature, burning through and lting the Apache's steel. Thick black smoke billowed from the Apache, and the aircraft body was uncontrollably shaking, heading for a crash.
"Kill!" Seeing this scene, the warriors of the Hook Tribe howled with excitent. They mimicked each other's shouts, not knowing what it ant but feeling invigorated, generally charging towards the direction of the falling helicopter.
Luo Zheng really wanted to command the team to hunt down the enemies in other directions, but there was a communication barrier. The people in front of him were infuriated by the damage caused by the Apache, disregarding everything. With no other option, Luo Zheng had to lead his group towards the back mountain direction, as it was the closest and the gunfire hadn't stopped there.
While running, Luo Zheng shouted through the earpiece, "Hook, send in the reserve troops to support the front of the valley and the right side, move quickly and eliminate the enemy."
"Understood." Hook's angry voice echoed in the earpiece. The enemy's indiscriminate attacks with two rockets had hard countless civilians, infuriating Hook to the extre. Luo Zheng's order not to spare anyone was exactly what Hook wanted, and he agreed without the slightest hesitation.
Luo Zheng continued to charge forward with the team, occasionally dodging traps on the ground. Along the way, they also found a few bodies blasted to pieces, unrecognizable, seemingly not from the Hook Tribe. Luo Zheng guessed they were enemy troops left while removing traps, gave them a glance, and moved on. The gunfire ahead was still intense, prompting Luo Zheng and the team to quicken their pace.
Upon reaching the back of the mountain, Luo Zheng found approximately sixty enemies aggressively attacking the mountain top. The resistance on the summit was firm but not very fierce. His heart sank, and with a changed expression, he shouted without hesitation, "Attack them from behind, charge with , and wipe out these bastards."
"Kill!" Without hesitation, everyone slung their sniper rifles on their backs, picked up the M4 rifles hanging on their chests, and charged forward aggressively. With 30 rounds each, the M4s had enough ammunition for a fierce attack.
The sudden assault caught the enemy off guard, and precision shooting took down over a dozen combatants imdiately. As the enemies turned their guns to counterattack, another round of shots from the team knocked them down. By the ti the rest realized what was happening, the team had already taken cover and engaged in a shootout.
Under attacks from both sides, the enemies attacking the mountainside fell into a passive state. Recognizing the arrival of reinforcents, the mountain top defenders intensified their firepower, dramatically increasing the pressure on the mountainside enemies. Luo Zheng took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, coldly observing the enemies on the mountainside, about thirty in number, with five or six wounded. Steeling his resolve, he commanded, "Advance twenty ters, completely wipe out the enemies ahead, avenge our fallen brothers, kill!"
"Kill!" Everyone roared, the horrific scenes of Apache attacks and comrades' bodies exploding filled their minds, driving them into rage as they charged forward, moving as fast as the wind at ten ters per second, finding cover to avoid bullets, and then surged forward again.
The team quickly advanced about twenty ters, spreading out to find advantageous angles to eliminate the strong enemies ahead. Except for Ghost Hand, they were all snipers, and their terrifying shooting accuracy quickly instilled fear in the enemies, taking down more than a dozen in no ti. The remaining dozen or so, showing no intention of surrendering, continued to fight resolutely.
Luo Zheng knew these were elite warriors from various countries, possessing remarkable will and faith, who would absolutely not surrender. Without any intention of offering terms for surrender, he raised his gun, pushing off with his feet, charged forward like a tiger descending the mountain, shouting, "Kill—!"
Seeing this, the others also unleashed a battle cry, rushing from their cover to engage in aggressive assault. During the charge, Luo Zheng locked his sights on the enemies ahead, squatted to avoid a burst of bullets, quickly targeted with his gun, and with a triple shot, blew out the enemy's forehead, following with a forward roll to dodge another burst of fire.
Luo Zheng swiftly got up, ready to shoot down the enemy who attempted to ambush him, only to find that the enemy's head had already been blown off by soone else. Unable to spare attention for who did it, his body sprang forward, fueled by overwhelming anger into an incredible speed, continuously taking precise shots at visible enemies.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Luo Zheng fired three shots, taking down an enemy attempting to ambush First. In the run, his body weirdly shifted to the side, evading an enemy's attack, and smoothly shot the enemy in the head, continuing the aggressive push forward, hunting down every visible enemy with precision while in motion.
The squad was incited by Luo Zheng's incredible combat and sniping skills, letting out battle cries and charging fearlessly, displaying the classic bullet avoidance steps, engaging in combat sniping, while the enemies were eliminated.
Everyone surged forward, ensuring each enemy was finished off and picked up their weapons for backup. Luo Zheng coldly scanned the battlefield, looked towards the mountain top, where the scholar and others had already noticed the enemy's annihilation and ceased fire, preparing to co down and greet them. Luo Zheng's cold voice, filled with worry and concern, sounded, "What's the status of our brothers' casualties?"
"Very heavy." The scholar admitted guiltily, not daring to reveal the full extent.
Luo Zheng understood the scholar's feelings. As a commander, watching his brothers fall in battle was particularly painful. He asked no further questions and commanded, "Brothers, take up arms, circle to the right, and support the farr. Scholar, guard the back mountain and watch out for enemy sneak attacks."
"Yes." Everyone responded in unison, grabbing any usable weapons and quickly following after Luo Zheng, who rushed around the mountainside, sprinting fervently, each seeking to unleash their boundless battle intent.
While running, Luo Zheng asked through the earpiece, "Monk, report the situation?"
"The enemy forces number over a hundred, they've reached the valley entrance. Fortunately, reinforcents have arrived, or you'd be picking up my body. Now it's alright, the enemies have been pushed back and seem to be retreating," Monk loudly reported.
"Chase them down, and don't let these beasts escape," Luo Zheng ordered with loathing. Ever since the Apache's attack on civilians, Luo Zheng hadn't regarded the enemies as regular opponents. Attacking innocent civilians was beastly behavior, and for such brutal beasts, there would be no rcy.
"Understood." Monk's angry shout and the dense gunfire echoed in the earpiece.
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