The team stopped advancing; discovering enemy presence wasn't strange, but it was odd that the enemy openly exposed themselves by starting a fire. In the dark, a fire can be seen from miles away, and no one would make such a fatal mistake unless it's intentional. Clearly, there's a conspiracy here, and it's significant. Luo Zheng had to be cautious. After signaling the team to stop, he squatted next to a big tree and pondered. Lan Xue jogged over, squatted down too, and asked in a low voice: "There are two possibilities for the enemy doing this: one is deliberate enticent, the other is they think we've suffered heavy losses and won't pursue. The forr is more likely."
"That's exactly what I find odd. If it's a conspiracy, it ans there's a huge trap waiting for us to jump into. If it's inadvertent, it's a great opportunity for annihilation that would be a pity to miss. Either way, I will strike. If there's a conspiracy, I'll reveal it; if not, I'll destroy this team completely." Luo Zheng whispered, his eyes glimring brightly in the night.
"Alright then," Lan Xue casually agreed, looking ahead. The wind blew gently, the leaves rustled, and a hot, decaying sll perated the air, causing dizziness. The surface of the primordial forest looks beautiful, but it actually exudes endless terror and mystery. Lan Xue looked toward the dark depths of the forest ahead and continued: "Eliminate them, then. How shall we strike?"
Luo Zheng didn't imdiately answer Lan Xue's question but continued thinking. After a while, he suddenly lifted his head, his sharp gaze seemingly piercing the night sky, speaking fiercely: "Ghost Hand and Monk, handle the left flank; Ghost Hand and Monk, handle the right flank. Lead your n to quietly approach but don't rush to attack. Conceal yourselves two kiloters away from the enemy and stand by."
"Understood." Although the four didn't know why Luo Zheng arranged it this way, they agreed without hesitation. A stern voice was relayed to Luo Zheng through the satellite.
"Hook," Luo Zheng continued to call.
"Here," Hook imdiately ran over, looking at Luo Zheng.
"Leave a team with ammunition. Have soone lead fifty n quietly up for a fierce ambush, hunt down about ten enemies, and Mountain Eagle will hide in the shadows for sniper cover." Luo Zheng continued.
"Understood," Hook and Mountain Eagle's voices rang out almost simultaneously.
In no ti, Hook appointed Bao Li to lead a team of fifty quickly forward. Luo Zheng glanced at Ghost Hand, who understood, nodded, cocked his rifle, and caught up with Bao Li's team, rushing forward briskly. Luo Zheng watched the team disappear into the woods, whispering to Lan Xue: "Let them engage to see what's the enemy's conspiracy. If there's none, the fifty n and Mountain Eagle will be enough to handle those ten enemies."
Everyone lay dormant in the woods, waiting for the battle to comnce. The discovered enemies were no more than two kiloters away. The darkness hampered movent, slightly slowing everyone's pace. But after twenty minutes, they reached near the enemy. Ghost Hand signaled for the team to stop, conceal on the spot, and connected with Mountain Eagle through the earpiece, locating him.
The two hid on a slope, heading forward. About four hundred ters straight ahead, in the canyon woods, a bonfire was burning vigorously, with silhouettes faintly visible. Mountain Eagle whispered: "I went up and scouted; there are eleven enemies. My n are spread within a three-hundred-ter radius, ready to provide sniper cover at any ti."
"Great, I'll lead the n up," Ghost Hand observed for a few monts, whispered, gestured to the n behind. Bao Li quietly led the n up, looking at Ghost Hand. The language barrier made communication impossible, but simple gestures allowed understanding.
Ghost Hand gestured several tis, indicating the n follow him up, then open fire spontaneously. Bao Li nodded; Ghost Hand wasn't sure if Bao Li fully understood but had no ti to dwell on it. He cautiously moved forward, with Bao Li and his n following closely, gradually fanning out, each stealthily approaching.
Mountain Eagle observed for a mont. These n, barefoot, landed silently, moved cautiously, fearing to alarm the prey. Truly the natives who grew up in this primordial forest, each a hunting expert, knowing how to approach prey, except now their bows were replaced with steel guns.
The wind gently blew, leaves rustling; the dim forest provided the best cover. Everyone eyed the bonfire, cautiously crept forward, rifles level with the bonfire direction. Advancing sideways, lifting high, landing gently, walked very carefully, inching close to the target silently, like ghosts in the night.
Unknowingly, they were only fifty ters from the bonfire. Ghost Hand skeptically eyed the front, feeling sothing amiss, swiftly raised his hand. The n behind Bao Li understood, raised their hands too, seeing Ghost Hand signal to conceal on the spot, they did the sa. Bao Li hid behind a nearby big tree; others, not understanding the gesture, perceived Bao Li's intention and hid too.
In the dark woods, it was quiet. Luo Zheng stealthily peered out from behind a tree, eyes sharply scanning ahead, seed like shining black stars. Around the bonfire, so ten people were eating, seemingly without worry. Bao Li and others cautiously peered out, eyes bright, resembling hungry wolves stalking prey—silent, invisible, yet stern and decisive.
Ghost Hand observed for a while, found nothing unusual but felt uneasy—always sensing sothing wrong. With an arrow on the string had to be shot, he considered Luo Zheng's backup plan, mustered courage, finger extended, gestured to advance, the team cautiously crept forward again.
Soon enough, advancing to about fifty ters, Ghost Hand felt the unease intensifying, stopped, signaled the team to hide again, decided not to proceed. Leaning against a big tree, checked his weapon, suddenly noticed sothing reflective underfoot, causing him surprise. He swiftly examined it closely.
Seeing a tal wire above ground level, silver-tinted, tied to a tree on one end and running into adjacent bushes on the other, just a step forward would touch it. Moonlight filtering through tree gaps gently illuminated the wire, emitting a faint white gleam.
Ghost Hand instantly recognized it as a Land Mine, realizing a trap ahead and secretly relaxed, understanding the enemy's intent. They deliberately exposed themselves, luring close-up attacks, stoically hiding anything—a conspiracy waiting for the right distance, a trap at fifty ters. The intent was clear: it was a trap.
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