The enemy's indiscriminate attacks had completely infuriated Luo Zheng and deepened his guilt towards Hook. Warriors fell on the battlefield; everyone relied on their abilities, and there was nothing to say, but what about civilians? Luo Zheng's mind was filled with hate, a tidal wave of hate so intense he wouldn't rest until these enemies were eliminated.
As the night grew darker, it could not halt their steps. They sprinted wildly; Luo Zheng charged ahead with a stern face. Lan Xue glanced at Luo Zheng with concern but decided against saying anything. As a soldier, Lan Xue had endless fighting spirit, and as a woman, she chose to unconditionally support Luo Zheng's every decision, silently following beside Luo Zheng, running shoulder to shoulder, constantly monitoring Luo Zheng's condition, deeply worried that his old wounds might resurface.
Soon, they detoured to the right side of the valley and saw two forces fiercely battling from afar. The attacking side was withdrawing in an orderly fashion, clearly realizing the battle was unfavorable and unwilling to tangle any further. The defenders on the hilltop fiercely shot at them, eager to pursue but wary of the opponent's precision shooting. The intense clash continued.
How could Luo Zheng let these people retreat? His face hardened, and he shouted, "Brothers, charge in and hit them hard!"
"Kill!" everyone roared, involuntarily quickening their pace, releasing an intense killing aura into the sky.
They charged up, with over a dozen people suddenly ambushing, slashing at the waist, causing chaos among the enemy ranks. The farrs on the hilltop, already aware through earpieces that Luo Zheng and others were coming to the rescue, had prepared themselves. Seeing the enemy's disorder, they were overjoyed, excitedly shouting, "Brothers, the captain is here to help us. Charge down and hit them hard!"
"Kill!" Everyone erupted with fighting spirit and leaped out of their cover, roaring and charging down fiercely. The Hook Tribe's Ard forces also surged down without hesitation. Coincidentally, over a hundred reinforcents arrived. This fresh force quickly engaged in battle, placing imnse pressure on the enemy at the hillside.
Despite being attacked from both sides, the enemy did not panic but instead alternated cover and retreated orderly. Luo Zheng was pondering how to break the stalemate when he suddenly saw hundreds of grenades being thrown wildly from the hilltop, enveloping the enemy with a deadly aura, scaring them into finding cover.
"Boom——!" Countless grenades exploded almost simultaneously, forming a powerful shock wave, akin to a category 12 typhoon, causing trees and soil nearby to fly up and countless people to be blown away. Smoke filled the air, and the scene was extrely tragic.
Luo Zheng was shocked, looking up to see Lang Sen leading reinforcents. Lang Sen, having participated in an ambush against the enemy last ti, had mastered Ghost Hand's tactic of dense grenade coverage. The combined force of over a hundred high-explosive grenades was strong, leaving the enemy unable to retaliate. At this point, Lang Sen did not cease his assault but instead roared, commanding in native slang as they charged down fiercely. A dense line of bullets ford a terrifying barrage, destroying everything in its path.
Indeed, combat is the best training ground. Luo Zheng marveled at Lang Sen's rapidly developing combat skills and excitedly shouted, "Farr, have your n cover the rear with firepower and let them charge."
"Understood," Farr shouted back loudly.
"Brothers, charge up and kill," Luo Zheng roared, gripping his M4 and charging forward; the others followed, aiming at the explosion site, and fired on figures within the smoke. They continued advancing, quickly closing in on the enemy. At this mont, Lang Sen also charged up with his n, roaring like a pack of hungry wolves, switching from guns to using gunstocks to smash at the dazed-by-explosions enemies, venting their anger and hatred.
Seeing this, Luo Zheng quickly gestured for the team to halt and shouted, "Spread out, firepower alert."
"Understood," everyone quickly spread out, forming a circular periter, calmly watching the explosion site, shooting lone enemies on sight, and rcilessly executing anyone trying to escape. Enemies engaged in close combat with the Hook Tribe's Ard forces were left to be observed. Although these dazed and blood-boiled enemies were fierce, they couldn't withstand the two-on-one or three-on-one situation.
If they encountered fierce retaliatory enemies, they would shoot at will to injure them, allowing the Hook Tribe's Ard forces to unleash their pent-up fury. Seeing this, Farr also signaled his subordinates to cease attacking, forming a circular periter to prevent any enemy from escaping, assisting the Hook Tribe's Ard forces in eliminating enemies.
This one-sided assault was akin to a massacre, with soone killed almost every minute. Soon, the count of remaining foes capable of fighting back was few. Luo Zheng heaved a sigh of relief but suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest. He couldn't help coughing, covering his mouth with his hand, feeling a sweet taste in his throat, and spat out a mouthful of blood, startling himself.
Lan Xue, noticing Luo Zheng coughing up blood, was instantly horrified, looking at Luo Zheng with concern, her eyes filled with anxiety. Seeing Luo Zheng shake his head secretly, Lan Xue understood and nodded, even more worried, knowing that Luo Zheng mustn't show any weakness at this ti for fear of affecting the morale of the troops.
The others weren't foolish; hearing Luo Zheng's strange cough, they knew his old wounds were acting up and looked over with concern. Luo Zheng said nothing, so no one asked further, continuing to take down the enemies. Luo Zheng discreetly wiped the blood on his hand onto his body, his sharp gaze shifting to the battlefield, which the battle had already ended.
Lang Sen ran over, face full of pain, babbling incoherently, although Luo Zheng couldn't understand a word, he could feel Lang Sen's sorrow, and helplessly patted Lang Sen's shoulder to comfort him, signaling to clean up the battlefield and retreat. Lang Sen nodded in comprehension and left. Luo Zheng, through the earpiece, asked, "Monk, what's the situation on your side?"
"The enemy is retreating, and I'm leading a pursuit. Hook is left defending the valley entrance," Monk shouted furiously, "These bastards wounded over a dozen of my brothers; I can't swallow this!"
"Be careful, attack if you can, but if not, keep on their tail till reinforcents arrive," Luo Zheng, not wanting to discourage Monk's desire for vengeance for his brothers, quickly advised. Suddenly recalling Jackson's weakness, inspiration struck him, and he shouted, "Gardener, did you take over the air defense standby team?"
"Yes, these lousy bastards are too slow to react, still lacking training," Gardener quickly replied.
"Check all RPGs and ammo. Farr, Scholar, evacuate the battlefield and leave it to Hook Tribe's Ard defense. Everyone return to the valley, grab the RPGs and ammo. The ammo should be carried by the air defense standby team, show them what real air defense looks like. I'm going to hit these bastards hard," Luo Zheng shouted furiously, coughing again, quickly covering his mouth.
"Let lead," Lan Xue said with concern.
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