Luo Zheng coughed several tis, feeling blood coming out again. His face beca even gloomier, his brows furrowed, tiger-like eyes slightly narrowed, sparkling with a sharp glint, and he shook his head saying, "No, this is a battle between Jackson and . So many people from the Hook Tribe have died. If I don't go, I won't be at peace for a lifeti. Don't persuade anymore, everyone move quickly." His words carried an undeniable dominance and strong battle spirit.
Everyone's expression turned solemn, and Lan Xue didn't say more either, for everyone has their own pride and dignity to protect, even if it ans paying with their life, especially soldiers. Everyone quickly evacuated the battlefield and ran toward the valley. Soon, the Scholar led the team and charged up, although they suffered losses, they carried the dead and wounded away with them.
Luo Zheng didn't even dare to look at the sacrificed brothers. The biggest failure in this battle was misjudgnt, thinking this was primitive forest with several surrounding countries. These countries wouldn't allow allied air forces through their airspace. Surprisingly, the impossible happened, the appearance of the Apache completely changed the battle situation. Although they repelled the enemy, the losses were huge. This loss resulted from a tactical misjudgnt, and as the commander, Luo Zheng felt overwhelming guilt.
Everyone rushed to the valley with gloomy faces. The team regrouped, and Luo Zheng looked at everyone, roughly estimating the loss as one-third. Luo Zheng couldn't even face the results but had to confront the iron-like facts. With a guilty salute to everyone, he forced himself to look at the sacrificed brothers, so had been torn into halves, others blown apart so badly that they couldn't be put back together. A wave of anger was brewing among the troops, fernting, with everyone looking at Luo Zheng, their sharp eyes filled with fire and a desire for revenge.
Forr brothers once trained together, ate together, executed missions together, now separated between life and death by Yin and Yang, as no one can accept this brutal reality. Hatred churned within their hearts, veins bulging in their grasping hands. Luo Zheng's guilty gaze swept over everyone, solemnly saying, "Brothers, it was my command error, not accounting for enemy aerial attacks. I will report the situation truthfully to the country and accept any punishnt. But now, I have to find those escaped bastards and avenge our fallen brothers. Who wants to go with ?"
"I'll go, I'll go..." Everyone shouted, murderous spirit erupting as if the air around them ignited, each cried out angrily, raising their hands high, fearing Luo Zheng wouldn't notice and fail to choose them.
"Good, you are all good." Luo Zheng said gratefully, his heart heavy, eyes red, taking a deep breath to suppress his excited emotions. His expression turned serious, yelling, "Alright, anyone who fights valiantly with today will be my brother. Now, listen to my command."
"Shoop--" Everyone stood at attention, chest puffed up, looking at Luo Zheng with solemn expressions. Even the wounded pushed away their companions supporting them, straightened their backs, and raised their heads, eyes full of anticipation as they looked toward Luo Zheng.
"Leave the wounded to care for the fallen brothers, everyone else bring enough ammunition, grenades, take as much as you can carry, each person lug an RPG, let the reserve squad carry the ammo, I'm giving you five minutes, gather here in five minutes, move out." Luo Zheng coldly shouted.
The Scholar, Farr, Gardener, and Monk swiftly moved with their teams of uninjured brothers toward the ammunition pile, each brimming with murderous intent, moving like the wind. Even so lightly injured quietly rushed ahead, hiding their wounds with grim expressions, eager to avenge the fallen brothers.
The severely wounded and the fallen were unable to move, had to stay on the plaza, Luo Zheng glanced broadly, twelve sacrificed, twenty-one severely wounded, seven lightly injured, this battle rendered forty n combat ineffective. Luo Zheng's heart bled, eyes red, facing surging blood, breath becoming rapid, only one thought in mind, avenge our dead brothers.
At this mont, Lan Xue approached, gently tugged Luo Zheng's arm, lowered her voice saying, "Rember your evaluation of Jackson? Don't let hatred blind you."
Luo Zheng was taken aback, suddenly more awake. Back then, Luo Zheng's evaluation of Jackson emphasized loyalty, it was a strength, not a weakness, but also a shortcoming. Luo Zheng imdiately realized he was making the sa mistake, gratefully glanced at Lan Xue, nodded, and began to ponder. Surely Jackson expected him to pursue and might set an ambush to intercept, he couldn't charge forward blindly. Thinking of this, Luo Zheng shouted, "Hook, please co over for a mont."
After a while, the Scholar and others rushed over with weapons and gear, quickly assembling, Luo Zheng keenly noticed the wounded mixed among the crowd, imdiately calling the Scholar and others over, whispering, "So injured brothers mixed in, comfort them properly, let them stay behind. We understand the desire for revenge but can't let it be a burden."
"Understood." The Scholar, Farr, Gardener, and Monk responded, looking at their teams, quickly noticing the wounded had also fetched ammunition, attempting to join the team for revenge. Their expressions darkened as they walked towards their teams, soon causing commotion, so wounded emotionally pleading for sothing.
Luo Zheng deeply understood everyone's feelings, his mind heavy, turned his face aside, unable to bear watching further. Just then, a wounded soldier loudly shouted, "Report, Chief, let go, it's just a scratch, I won't slow everyone down, please, let go." The words carried imnse sadness.
"Chief, let us go." Other wounded also shouted mournfully.
"Why noise, not a dinner party, why argue, this is an order, I'll handle your part, if I can't avenge our brothers, co back and beat to death, no regrets." The Scholar yelled.
Luo Zheng glanced over, seeing the wounded with tiger-like eyes wide open, eyes a bit wet, full of endless expectation and yearning, a heavy sense of sadness perating above the team. Luo Zheng felt his heart stabbing with pain, fought back the urge to cough, but held it back, took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort within, heavily said, "Brothers, this is an order, execute it."
Everyone fell silent, military orders like mountains, none dared disobey, yet faces bore expressions of anger, one wounded soldier yelled, "Chief, my own brother was hacked to death by the enemy, cut in half, the perpetrator dressed as a ninja, only the eyes visible, I'd recognize those eyes even in ashes, please Chief, avenge , I'll kneel down to you as a sibling." Saying this, the soldier softened his knees and knelt down with a thud.
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