The brutal death of the Ard Police made the anger in Luo Zheng's heart burn fiercely. He dared not keep watching for fear of losing control of his emotions and making a wrong decision. As a commander, he must learn to endure all this. Lan Xue patted Luo Zheng's shoulder and softly said, "Don't rush, bear it for now, we will settle accounts with them later."
"Hmm." Luo Zheng nodded, silently disassembling his sniper rifle for maintenance to ensure that nothing goes wrong at a critical mont, turning his anger into strength. After completing the maintenance of the gun, Luo Zheng took out so sniper bullets, drew out the Tiger Teeth military knife, and carved crosses on the bullet heads, making simple Dam Bullets.
Dam Bullets are produced by the Dum Factory, with the tip of the bullet not covered, exposing the lead core. When the bullet enters the body, the lead core expands or splits, thus expanding the wound area, causing serious harm to personnel. At a distance of 100 ters, a direct hit from a Dam Bullet results in 100% death for head shots, 20% death for limbs, with the rest requiring amputation, 100% death for the left chest (near the heart), 70% death for the right chest, 70% death for the abdon, and is prohibited internationally.
These sniper bullets with carved crosses are not standard Dam Bullets, but they can basically achieve the effect of Dam Bullets. The enemy's brutality ignited Luo Zheng's anger, dispelling any concerns. Seeing this, everyone silently took out bullets and skillfully used military knives to carve crosses.
Lan Xue did not stop them. In the face of enemy brutality, they must retaliate with even more brutality to avenge the Ard Police's spirit in heaven. Everyone remained silent, wishing for night to fall soon; a repressive killing intent spread over the forest.
The night finally descended. The lights of the small town flickered, while the prison and barracks were illuminated by searchlights, making the surroundings as bright as day. Everyone looked at Luo Zheng, with cold eyes full of killing intent. Luo Zheng understood their feelings, as he felt the sa. On the battlefield, anything goes for the mission and honor, but torturing prisoners is sothing truly despised. The enemy's brutality filled Luo Zheng with imnse hatred.
"Let's move." Luo Zheng coldly ordered in a low voice.
Everyone nodded in understanding, forming three columns by squad. Ghost Hand, Mountain Eagle, and Snow Leopard stood at the front, closely following Luo Zheng and Lan Xue, like hungry wolves searching for food, quietly moving forward in the forest with their guns held tightly, harboring restrained killing intent.
Quickly, they left the mountains silently, arriving near the designated forest. At the edge of the forest were roaming sentries, ahead was an open grassland, relatively flat. Luo Zheng signaled everyone to disperse and then whispered, "Stand by where you are, I'm going to scout ahead, don't move unnecessarily." To ensure more clues, Luo Zheng decided to scout personally.
"Be careful." Lan Xue, knowing Luo Zheng's character, did not dissuade him and set up the sniper rifle ready to provide cover at any mont.
"Most of the enemies are reveling at the square inside the prison with three bonfires lit. Be cautious." Hong ihua's voice echoed in the earpiece.
Luo Zheng acknowledged, put down his backpack, grabbed the sniper rifle, and quickly advanced, soon reaching the forest's edge. Seeing a patrol team of about ten people approaching, he quickly concealed himself under a tree, lying prone on the ground, covered in various grasses, resembling a bush at first glance, undetectable unless up close.
What frustrated Luo Zheng was that the patrol team did not intend to leave, instead lighting a bonfire nearby. Soon, another small team arrived, sitting around the bonfire roasting at, leaving only three on guard, chatting and laughing, with lax discipline, blocking Luo Zheng's path.
"These bastards." Luo Zheng fud, observing for a while, seeing no intention of them leaving; he decided to take a risk, crouching and swiftly darting forward, lunging ten ters ahead, then slowly crawling further, eyes fierce as he focused on the bonfire's position, ready to stop imdiately at any sign of anomaly.
After a while, a soldier wobbled over. Luo Zheng quickly lay flat on the ground, motionless, pulling out a pistol, holding his breath, ready for anything. In the woods behind, Lan Xue and others were alard, gripping their guns, ready to rush in. Seeing Luo Zheng unmoving, Lan Xue hurriedly signaled for everyone to remain calm.
After a while, the soldier stopped about three ters from Luo Zheng, reeking of alcohol, relieving himself, occasionally belching and exchanging jokes with those behind. The searchlight swept over, landing on this soldier, perhaps recognizing he was one of their own, and quickly moved on.
After relieving himself, the soldier turned back, swaying and cursing while walking, causing Luo Zheng to secretly breathe a sigh of relief and continue stealthily moving forward, gradually disappearing into the night under its cover. The group in the woods relaxed at this sight, unclenching their grips on their weapons, only then noticing their palms were soaked in cold sweat.
The situation just now was extrely perilous. If the enemy had moved one or two ters closer, they might have discovered Luo Zheng, rendering all efforts in vain, leaving everyone on edge.
Once Luo Zheng was far enough from the bonfire, he quickly got up, crouched, and proceeded, using the surrounding bushes for cover, moving swiftly. If a searchlight approached, he'd quickly conceal himself in the bushes, waiting for it to pass before continuing, like a night prowling ghost, silently nearing the target.
Twenty minutes later, Luo Zheng arrived about twenty ters from the prison entrance, lurking in a low-lying pit, eyes sharp, coldly watching ahead. His eyes shone like bright stars in the night sky, thoroughly searching the surrounding dark fortresses, with the moonlight hazy, many places unclear, relying on the infrared binoculars.
After a while, Luo Zheng discovered two dark fortresses and a secret passage. Not reassured, seeing it was still early, he continued observing, quietly reporting his findings to everyone through the earpiece, ensuring everyone was inford. Half an hour passed with Luo Zheng motionless in his position—a trivial ti for a sniper. anwhile, a squad erged from inside, ard and in formation.
Luo Zheng was startled, quickly raising his binoculars to observe. He soon discovered the squad heading to a high slope next to the gate, where a canopy was set up, with nothing else. As he was puzzled, he noticed sothing moving under the slope, swiftly focusing there, spotting a tunnel with about ten people erging from it.
"Hiss?" Luo Zheng was utterly surprised that such an obvious location had a tunnel. The Yue Country People indeed elevated tunnel warfare to an art form, making it hard to defend against. Luckily, he observed while lurking; otherwise, it would have gone unnoticed. The people from the tunnel headed into the prison, clearly a shift change for the squad that entered earlier.
With this, Luo Zheng identified three dark fortresses, two near the gate, forming a triangle with the earlier one. An attack under the triangular fortress attack would an inevitable loss, making Luo Zheng break out in a cold sweat in hindsight, feeling very fortunate.
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