The pitch-black night instantly swallowed the lightning, along with countless arrows that flickered briefly and disappeared. The people of the Hook Tribe were not adept at fighting with modern weapons but were extrely skilled in using these traditional weapons, possessing innate combat talent. After calmly releasing their arrows, they swiftly found places to conceal themselves.
"Ah—" In the dark woods, several screams erupted, clearly audible amid the sound of the torrential rain, carrying traces of terror and pain before quickly fading away. The forest returned to its usual calm, as if nothing had happened. But Luo Zheng did not move, nor did the people of Hook. The lack of reaction from the enemy did not an they were without the power to strike back. Everyone was waiting.
Soon, a wolf howl suddenly echoed through the surrounding woods, startling Luo Zheng. He looked around to find the source but noticed that the people of Hook were not the least bit flustered. Hook beside him pressed Luo Zheng's shoulder, signaling him not to move. Following this, the woods ahead erupted with screams again, once more masked by the sound of the thunderstorm, appearing eerily sinister under the night sky. Luo Zheng glanced around in suspicion, his cold gaze bright in the stormy night.
"Awoo!" Suddenly, another wolf howl sounded, and the surrounding woods responded. Luo Zheng thought a hungry wolf might be prowling, looking towards the sound as if facing a great enemy. But his earpiece buzzed with Hook's deep voice: "Don't move, it's my n signaling their positions to each other, the enemy is very cunning."
"Huh?" Luo Zheng glanced at Hook in surprise.
"Rat-tat-tat!" Suddenly, a burst of intense gunfire broke out in the woods, bullets sweeping in one direction, accompanied by angry shouts, but they were weak and powerless against the roaring storm.
"Boom—" A bolt of lightning violently exploded in the night sky, countless smaller bolts darting around like spirit snakes, forming a giant spiderweb in the skies. One bolt even fiercely struck into the woods.
"Ah!" The person firing the gun scread miserably, struck by lightning on the steel gun, sparks flying everywhere. Luo Zheng, seeing this scene, couldn't help but sneer. In such a harsh thunderstorm, everywhere was filled with lightning particles, making it easily conductive, firing a gun was undoubtedly courting death. In most places, it might be different, but under this spiderweb of lightning, death is certain.
Illuminated by the terrifying lightning, Luo Zheng saw an enemy struck to the ground by lightning, twitching, with smoke rising from their body. The woods sent thousands of arrows flying, like black lightning rushing towards their targets but quickly consud by the night, leaving nothing visible.
"Ah—" Several more screams echoed.
Luo Zheng wasn't sure how many people were hit or whether it was lethal, maintaining a calm observation of the front. In the woods, a wolf howl was heard, and this ti, Luo Zheng understood that Hook and his n were mimicking wolf howls to communicate, so he remained still, continuing to wait. Ahead, silence prevailed, with no more enemy gunfire.
Rain poured heavily, the night dark as ink. Apart from the sound of rain, there was occasionally the booming of lightning, carrying an endless eeriness. After a while, another wolf howl sounded, and Hook sighed in relief, excitedly exclaiming, "Old friend, it worked, let's go see."
At this mont, many ard mbers of the Hook Tribe rushed out from their positions like leopards, silently charging forward, bow and arrow drawn, resembling ancient War Gods descending from the skies, carrying an unbeatable montum towards the front.
Luo Zheng happened to see this scene and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. Continuous battles not only let Hook and his n grow, but even these ordinary ard personnel had matured, gradually becoming qualified warriors. Everyone rushed forward, scattering around. Hook pulled Luo Zheng along, standing in the pouring rain, waiting.
After a while, countless ard personnel dragged individuals out from the woods, so had already died, others hit by two or three arrows, lost combat effectiveness, were dragged over after being beaten, weapons forgotten in the chaos, struggling desperately, so rushed angrily kicking several tis.
A lightly injured soldier struggled desperately, trying to break free from being dragged, an enraged ard personnel raised a hand and shot an arrow, the arrow like a venomous snake drilled into the adversary's throat, killing them instantly, glaring eyes filled with endless anger and confusion, unable to comprehend why soone could hit the throat in such poor visibility.
Luo Zheng watched this scene coldly, not stopping them. The Hook Tribe needed to vent their rage, avenge their brothers' deaths, and only slaughter could quell this anger. His mind couldn't help but conjure the image of the sentry with a pierced chest, the tragic death fueling Luo Zheng's fury.
"Don't kill , I have sothing to say," a captive shouted loudly, their voice slightly frantic.
Luo Zheng sneered; those who could co here were elite soldiers from various countries, none would plead for life or fear death, begging for rcy was just a survival tactic. Luo Zheng strode forward, just as lightning struck, illuminating the surroundings, Luo Zheng clearly saw the adversary with only an arrow wound in their thigh, not fatal.
The adversary also saw Luo Zheng and others approaching, continued to shout, "We are Yin Country soldiers, we are willing to surrender, please comply with international treaties, give us reasonable POW treatnt. Tell what intel you want, I'll tell you everything, please do not kill us."
"Yin Country's scoundrels?" Luo Zheng sneered viciously, these scoundrels weren't good people either, during World War II they bullied Huaxia citizens, even after Huaxia's founding, they were egged on to raid Huaxia's borders. Such despicable people deserved death, Luo Zheng coldly asked, "What do you have to say?"
"I can reveal our troop deploynt, configurations, please do not kill ," the adversary quickly shouted, the words unusually calm, devoid of any tension or emotional fluctuation.
"Really? Speak out," Luo Zheng coldly demanded.
"You first capture us and publicly declare you won't execute us, then I'll speak. If I reveal it now, what will stop you from killing us later? We've lost combat effectiveness, pose no threat to you, please believe our sincerity," the adversary shouted aloud.
Hearing this, Luo Zheng's anger intensified, losing interest in this entanglent, he coldly commanded: "Brothers, go, wipe them out, press forward."
"Yes," Scholar and others charged forward, swiftly breaking the necks of those still alive, decisively ending their lives. On the battlefield, there were only enemies and comrades, no good or bad people, moreover, the adversary killed their brothers, there was no psychological burden in exterminating these wounded.
The enemies were thoroughly cleared, no one concerned about the weapons on the ground. In such harsh weather conditions, sophisticated modern weapons were less effective than bows and arrows, the team advanced continuously, the keen-sensed man leading the way ahead, the slaughter continued until victory was decided.
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