More than twenty people were like more than twenty grenade launchers, continuously throwing button bombs toward the enemy group, each one roaring with rage as if venting anger that had been pent up for a long ti. They charged and fought fiercely, without the slightest regard for bullets the enemy might fire, using a strategy of risking their lives. There was only one thought in everyone's mind: the ti for revenge had co. Blowing up one enemy was worth it; blowing up two was a profit.
The suddenly erging bombs blocked the enemy's fierce charge. The ground was littered with corpses, and severed limbs flew around. The screams were incessant. Luo Zheng's icy gaze fixed on the front, keenly identifying a battle opportunity, and he roared, "Snipers, take out the enemy's heavy firepower. The rest of you, follow and charge, kill—!"
"Kill!" Everyone shouted angrily, leaping out of cover and rushing forward, their voices filled with endless rage and battle spirit, piercing the night sky, shattering the enemy's morale. The sounds of bullets firing, explosions, and the shouts of killing echoed in the forest, intertwining and composing a heroic ode to death.
The ten or so mbers of Snow Leopard, the ten or so mbers of Ghost Hand, plus the twenty or so people rushing up to assist, together amounted to no more than forty people. Yet, their charging with the montum of a thousand troops, with an unstoppable battle spirit, pounced on the enemy. Tactics like evasion and firepower cover were all forsaken. In a narrow path, the brave win!
This ti, they were fighting purely on montum, courage, and a fearless willingness to die. Their powerful montum was like an invisible big hamr, fiercely pounding on the enemy's hearts. The enemy began to panic, fluster, and fear, especially because of the constantly tossed button bombs, sprayed without concern like they cost nothing, blowing up large areas at once, their pitiful wails heartbreaking.
The enemy was thrown into disarray, yet Luo Zheng led his n forward like a descending War God. When his magazine ran out, there was no need to reload—the ti was life and couldn't be wasted. Luo Zheng roared, "Pistols."
Everyone followed suit, drawing their pistols and firing, ensuring continuous suppressive fire on the enemy, and kept pushing forward. Whenever they saw resisting enemies, they were quickly eliminated, while the snipers hidden on both sides of the mountain continued to fire incendiary bombs at heavy firepower and officer-like targets, creating fear and chaos, making the enemy lose the heart to resist. So even dared not look at their guns, turning to flee.
Very soon, the pistol bullets were also exhausted. Luo Zheng holstered his pistol and roared, "Draw your swords, kill."
"Kill." Everyone shouted in unison, drawing their Dragon Tooth swords, and charged into the enemy group, slashing anyone in sight, killing every enemy. The angry roars were like the screams of Death God, chopping down every enemy daring to stand in the way on the spot. There were no fancy moves or excessive gestures; every slash drew blood, every slash killed!
A month of arduous training was now fully unleashed. In the dark, the gleam of swords flickered like the scythes of the Death God, continuously kissing the enemy's throats, spilling blood flowers. The captives who followed to help saw Luo Zheng and others were so fierce, they were invigorated as if on stimulants, recalling the humiliation and harm they'd suffered, rembering their brutally killed comrades. Each picked up discarded weapons, skillfully replacing magazines, spreading rapidly, shielding Luo Zheng and the others, and shooting enemies trying to sneak attack, providing relief for everyone.
With the fierce slashing of the Dragon Tooth Long Sword at the front and the reserved shooting of twenty or so forr reconnaissance soldiers at the back, only a few ters apart, their shots were very accurate. Combined with snipers on both mountainsides continuously using incendiary bombs to attack heavy firepower and officer-like personnel, inciting terror and confusion, how could the enemy withstand?
Quickly, the enemy collapsed on a large scale, turning to flee. Luo Zheng naturally wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity, shouting, "Pick up guns, chase and kill!"
"Kill!" Everyone didn't even have ti to sheathe their swords, picking up the weapons on the ground and fiercely chasing the retreating enemy, precisely shooting down visible enemies.
The defeated troops fled like a landslide, without any will to resist, unable to organize any opposition, wishing their parents had given them more legs, not caring to see what lay ahead, stumbling as they ran, afraid of being left behind. The opportunity was rare, and Luo Zheng led the charge to press forward, relentlessly beating the drowning dogs.
Soon, the enemy rushed out of the canyon. Luo Zheng dared not pursue further, imdiately ordering the troops to halt, watching the enemy's panic-driven retreat direction with a cold smile. A strong battle spirit burned on him, making him look like a victorious War God, domineering, confident, fearless, commanding, "Snipers, observe the enemy. Everyone else, quickly clean up the battlefield, carry as much ammunition as possible."
"Yes." Everyone shouted in unison, especially the reconnaissance soldiers who joined to help, were conquered by the combat skills of Luo Zheng and others. A few dozen people repelled an attack from nearly three hundred enemies. Every one of them was boiling with enthusiasm, as if returning to the old days, their eyes turning fervent, looking at Luo Zheng with full admiration.
Everyone quickly cleaned the battlefield, picking up the usable weapons as spares, taking all the bullets from the enemy, not leaving a single one. Winning this battle does not an the enemy will give up, and the road ahead will be safe. Enough ammunition must be stored to prepare for contingencies.
Ten minutes later, everyone carried their weapons and ammunition back to the base, piling them by the bonfire. Without Luo Zheng's order, nobody dared to take them lightly. Luo Zheng, at the back of the team, asked in a low voice, "Lan Xing, have you checked everything? Any issues?"
"Everything's been checked, no issues, mainly intelligence personnel, border reconnaissance soldiers, with three smugglers, possibly mistaken by neighboring countries as infiltrating intelligence officers. The rest are Ard Police, aning apart from the three smugglers, the others are our own people. The higher-ups are aware and hope we change plans to escort them back ho first. They're all heroes, previously unaware of their fate; now that we know, we must rescue them." Lan Xing replied seriously.
"The Southwest Military District has been inford. They're all their people, and they've already organized a team to help. They should arrive soon. Your old friend, the Scholar, is leading a special operations squad. Their families have probably learned the news and are eagerly waiting for their return, a near-death revival. This is good news. The higher-ups an, at whatever cost, bring them back." Hong ihua's voice echoed in the earpiece, sounding sowhat heavy.
"Understood." Luo Zheng's expression solidified as he agreed.
"To bring everyone back, we must be ard," Lan Xue reminded him softly nearby.
Luo Zheng responded, stepping to the bonfire, speaking solemnly, "Ladies and gentlen, your identities have been clarified. Perhaps you're not very familiar with each other, but one thing is clear: you're all comrades from the sa military district, you're our own people. Now, I need you to arm yourselves, aside from the wounded. Do you have the courage to fight alongside , break out together, and return ho?"
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