At noon, the prival forest beca a bit more sweltering. The sun scorched the earth, and in the woods, cicadas and insects were chirping. The birds had probably already eaten their fill and returned to their nests to rest. The noisy scene was gone, and a sense of oppressive tension lingered over the battlefield, irritating everyone, and making them want to find soone to fight fiercely.
On the battlefield, the troops were tightly hiding in the trenches, resting. The necessary preparations were complete, and now it was a matter of waiting to see when and how the enemy would attack. The silence before the battle made everyone's hearts race with hot blood, eager to imdiately fight and avenge their fallen brothers.
The loss of one-third of their forces left everyone with a pent-up frustration, silently wiping their weapons and loading bullets into spare magazines, forcing themselves to calm down and wait patiently. An overwhelming sense of grief and anger filled everyone's minds, and only slaughter and revenge could release it.
Luo Zheng calmly observed his team. This calm before the volcanic eruption made him both worried and relieved. Worried about whether they could control their emotions and maximize their combat effectiveness, and relieved that their morale was so high that no mobilization was needed; everyone knew what they had to do.
"They're here," Lan Xue suddenly whispered beside him, setting up her sniper rifle to aim.
Luo Zheng coldly watched the enemy movents at the mountain's base, quickly loading a few bullets into his magazine, setting it aside, and then picking up his sniper rifle. Through the scope, he saw figures flickering at the mountain's base, constantly using the surrounding trees for cover as they approached the mountain, but they had no chance to attack yet.
"Sothing seems strange. Ghost Hand, what's the situation on your side?" Luo Zheng asked in a low voice.
Ghost Hand, responsible for the command on the other side, carefully observed for a mont and said, "No enemy activity detected."
"Maintain vigilance," Luo Zheng ordered in a low voice, his eyes sharp with suspicion. A significant number of enemies had already approached the mountain base, so why not attack imdiately?
Everyone knew the enemy was attacking. They got up and lay in the trenches, aiming their rifles, their resolute faces bursting with a strong fighting spirit. The desire for revenge in their eyes was like a sharp sword piercing forward, locking tightly onto visible targets, their gun barrels adjusting to follow.
After waiting for a while, suddenly, dense rockets flew up from the mountain's base, concentrating their attack on the trees on the battlefield. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—they dragged long tails of fla through the void, crashing violently into the trees below, creating deafening explosions, blowing trees apart, and triggering traps on the ground. So button bombs exploded as well.
"Rockets clearing the way?" Lan Xue said in surprise.
Luo Zheng also realized the enemy's intentions: using rockets to destroy the trees and eliminate traps, clearing a path. With this, the enemy could launch a fierce attack through this passage. It was an obvious tactic, but Luo Zheng couldn't prevent it. The rockets pounded for quite a while, blasting a path about twenty ters wide, and the rockets extended to the trench position, nearly clearing all traps along the way.
When the rocket attack stopped, Luo Zheng knew the assault was about to begin. Seeing the crisscrossing fallen trees on the path, his heart grew heavy. The enemy planned to concentrate their forces on one point—a very decisive tactic. In such a tactic, it was the soldiers' combat power and willpower that mattered. Neither side lacked willpower, but combat power?
Thinking of this, Luo Zheng couldn't help but think of the Hook Tribe's Ard. Their willpower was very strong, but their combat power was average. It seed that whether they could hold off the enemy's attack depended on their own n. With no enemy activity on the other mountain side, Luo Zheng didn't dare to redeploy all the troops, only shifting so n to help, leaving fifty Hook Ard as assistants. Fortunately, the distance was short, so they could quickly reinforce if needed.
The attack began five minutes later. The coalition launched with rocket artillery bombardnt, violently attacking the trenches near the path, forcing everyone to disperse and take cover. Luo Zheng remained motionless, nailed in place. What puzzled him was how quickly the enemy's rocket barrage ended, as if they were running out of ammunition, causing Luo Zheng to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
"Prepare to fight!" Luo Zheng roared, erging from the reverse slope of the trench's protection, lying on the trench. With a cold gaze fixed on the passage, he soon discovered the enemy and continued shouting, "Mountain Eagle, command your n to keep the enemy snipers locked down, ignore the ones charging. Other team snipers, lock down the enemy gunners. Prepare for battle."
"Yes," everyone growled in a low voice, their killing intent sky-high.
Luo Zheng took a deep breath, feeling as if the air was burning. His spirit lifted, and he couldn't help but glance at the sky. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, so peaceful, so gentle, showing a world without conflict. How great would it be without war?
Soon, Luo Zheng retracted his gaze, shaking off unrealistic thoughts, regaining calm, and fixed his eyes on the infiltrating enemy ahead. They were two hundred ters away, but due to the fallen trees blocking them, the shooting angle was insufficient. Seeing this, Luo Zheng's heart sank, not expecting the fallen trees to have this effect.
The trees not only partially blocked the view but also offered concealnt. When the enemy reached 150 ters, this effect was significantly reduced. Luo Zheng checked the situation at 100 ters and found it even less effective, allowing him to relax. He shouted, "Snipers, incendiary bombs, everyone follow my orders, kill!"
"Kill!" Everyone shouted, opening fire simultaneously, snipers firing incendiary bombs. Luo Zheng also fired an incendiary bomb, hitting a target's head. The flammable agent exploded, igniting the target, who fell to the ground, the body igniting, while others dodged, and the incendiary bombs hit trees along the path, also catching fire.
Everything has its two sides. Clearing the traps also offered concealnt, but the ignited trees produced black smoke that obscured the enemy's view—an outco Luo Zheng hadn't anticipated. The scene uplifted everyone's spirits, and they fired away.
Perhaps the enemy hadn't expected this either, and retreating was impossible. Once the battle starts, a rash retreat would undermine morale. Seizing the opportunity while the smoke was still thin, they fiercely attacked, and the battle instantly entered a white-hot state. Everyone attacked desperately, venting their inner rage.
Gunfire rained down, dense and overwhelming, flying over the battlefield, whistling as if the Death God were grimacing, reaping a river of hot-blooded lives. There was no original enmity between the sides, both having their dignity and pride, but differing standpoints led to a mortal grudge. At this mont, everyone had only one thought: slaughter! Avenge the fallen brothers.
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