The allied forces used trench warfare tactics to advance up the mountain, a powerful counterasure to eliminate the disadvantages of being attacked from higher ground. Hiding in the trenches provides high concealnt and allows them to shorten the distance for an attack. It's the best tactical arrangent for the enemy at the mont. Luo Zheng looked up and saw this, but remained unfazed. He coldly commanded, "You two, find an opportunity to blast them."
"Yes." The two who had already rushed down and concealed themselves quickly agreed emphatically, filled with fighting spirit.
"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a sniper shot rang out from an unnoticed corner at the foot of the mountain. A sniper bullet ca with a cold, shrill sound, as if Death God was sneering. It instantly pierced through one person lying behind a large tree. The bullet entered from the side waist, sending up a spray of blood and flesh, brutally blasting the warrior's body into the air.
"Bastards." Everyone who saw this was instantly furious, clenching their jaws with a strong desire to rush up and fight the enemy. Luo Zheng also stared at this scene, his face becoming even more pale as a mouthful of blood welled up and spilled from his lips.
Luo Zheng quickly bowed his head to discreetly wipe away the blood, realizing that the anger had exacerbated his wound, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead. However, he forced himself to remain composed, taking a deep breath. He saw another warrior quickly rush forward, piling up the corpses of the ten or so people who had been blown apart before, creating a wall and hiding behind it without moving.
"Good job." Luo Zheng silently breathed a sigh of relief, seeing yet another warrior charge forward like a tiger. The enemy's concealed sniper began to strike, but was suppressed by Mountain Eagle and others. This warrior swiftly leaped and arrived behind the corpse wall, exchanged a few words in low tones with the previous person, and started throwing grenades toward the enemy trenches.
"Boom!" A massive explosion resounded as the allied forces, who were reorganizing their trenches, were caught off guard and attacked, injuring so. But all remained hidden, not revealing their heads, making the exact situation unknown.
In front of the two were enemy corpses. Attacking the two was easy — just blow up the corpse wall in front. But no one dared to do it, nor would they. The two were safer behind it, causing the enemy's trench warfare tactic to temporarily stall.
Soon after, just when everyone thought the enemy would quiet down, a dozen or so Rockets suddenly launched from the forest below, fired using RPGs. The Rockets were precisely aid at the trenches, scaring everyone to quickly shrink back and hide on the reverse slope inside the trench, not daring to make any errant moves unless a Rocket landed directly in front of them, which would be the only concern.
The enemy resorted to RPGs, indicating the beginning of a full assault. Luo Zheng's expression turned solemn as he looked at Lan Xue, who pricked up her ears to listen to what was happening outside. Confirming that no shells were coming towards the concealnt spot, she quickly peeked out to observe. Her sharp gaze swept the battlefield, discovering that the enemy had begun their assault up the mountain.
"Everyone, listen to my command, counterattack as the situation allows, the enemy is rushing up!" Lan Xue coldly ordered, then picked up a sniper rifle to counterattack, quickly locking onto a target. She decisively fired, killing the opponent, and quickly ducked down, crouching inside the trench as she continued speaking to Luo Zheng: "The enemy's attack force is significant, it seems like about a hundred people. Should I monitor the other side?"
"Alright, thank you." Luo Zheng nodded in agreent.
"Be careful, don't be too reckless, just command from the rear." Lan Xue advised and left swiftly after seeing Luo Zheng nod with a wry smile.
"Ghost Hand, go help on the other side." Luo Zheng instructed through the earpiece, sensing bullets sweeping over the trench position he was in. Without getting up, he waited a while until the bullets passed, then got up and lay on the trench, noticing the two people hiding behind the corpse wall were throwing grenades with effort. He imdiately said, "You two find an opportunity to retreat, everyone else find a chance and hit hard."
"Yes." Everyone agreed, erging from cover to quickly begin shooting, using the trench as a base to fiercely grapple with the enemy. They swiftly hid upon hearing the Rockets' roar, ducking behind the reverse slope of the trench, and ca out to counterattack after the explosion passed.
The battle quickly heated up, with countless bullets whistling, traversing the sky over the battlefield. Rockets occasionally soared, landing on the trenches, collapsing many places. Both sides suffered casualties, with the enemy advancing into a hundred-ter range. The two soldiers behind the corpse wall were targeted by the enemy, who suppressed them with such intense gunfire that they couldn't rise.
The enemy charged viciously. The two knew retreat was impossible and decisively pulled all the grenades. "Boom—" The enormous explosion attracted everyone's attention, and they even forgot to shoot, staring blankly at the scene where only blood and flesh flew everywhere, terrifyingly indistinguishable.
Seeing this scene, Luo Zheng nearly passed out from rage, his teeth clenched, engraving this debt firmly into his mind. His piercing gaze surged with icy killing intent as he relentlessly sniped at enemy soldiers, his deanor cold—like a tireless combat machine venting the fury in his heart.
"Kill!" Everyone shouted angrily, firing bullets and throwing caution to the wind—forget tactical evasion, hidden shooting, crossfire, all be damned. At this mont, all they felt was a craving for slaughter, seeking revenge for the two comrades who heroically sacrificed themselves. Although the two took dozens of enemies with them, in everyone's hearts, it was far from enough.
"The enemy launched an attack from my side too, nearly a hundred people. No worries, just take care of yourself," Lan Xue's voice sounded in the earpiece.
Luo Zheng gave a grunt as a response, his burning rage not abated as he continued to aim at the appearing enemies in front, slipping into a battle state, pulling the trigger, then aiming again and pulling the trigger, disregarding even the enemy bullets shot his way—simple, direct, yet astoundingly lethal.
"Boom boom boom!" On the ground, nurous Button Bombs were triggered by the enemy's steps, activated by gravity. They unleashed a furious roar, devouring the enemy's vitality. Bombs that weren't stepped on were remotely detonated by everyone.
The suddenly exploding bombs took down a large swath of enemies, terrifying them into retreat. So inadvertently triggered traps—wooden arrows and sharp spikes flew out, scaring the enemies into lying low to hide, only to fall upon the Button Bombs, detonating them. Their bodies were blown to pieces as blood and flesh flew skyward, terrifying in the extre.
"Kill!" The traps' wrath forced the enemy to retreat, reducing everyone's pressure. Roaring, they all surged from the trenches, continuously shooting at the retreating enemies before them, pouring their overwhelming hatred into the bullets, lunging towards the adversaries.
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