In the blink of an eye, the team of over eighty people disappeared, leaving only Luo Zheng, Lan Xue, and the Scholar standing silently on the hillside, coldly observing the situation at the base ahead. Under the night sky, the base was brightly lit, with searchlights sweeping everywhere. Nurous patrols with wolf dogs road around, and the nightti alert was obviously higher than during the day, even higher than previous nights, indicating that the enemy was still afraid of a nightti raid.
"The teams are all out, what about us?" the Scholar asked softly.
"Our task is to monitor here, find the enemy's flaws," Luo Zheng said.
The Scholar nodded in understanding, asking no more questions. Luo Zheng continued through the earpiece, "Ghost Hand, Mountain Eagle, Snow Leopard, find hidden safe points to ambush the enemy and have a place to hide. Tens of thousands of enemies are no joke, be careful. Your task is to keep a close watch on the base's lifeline. I don't believe they won't transport supplies. Once you spot a transport truck, it must be destroyed decisively."
"Understood," the three responded one after another.
Hearing this, the Scholar imdiately understood Luo Zheng's general plan. The three most elite teams would hold the lifeline, destroy the supplies, and then retreat. No one could catch up, making it indeed the most suitable way. Their own team would break out of the encirclent, engage in flexible operations on the periphery, fight if possible, run if not, with no specific target but to maximize combat effectiveness. This deploynt was very reasonable. If one of their smaller teams were to guard the highway, they might not do as well as Ghost Hand's group. The Scholar smiled at Luo Zheng's reasonable allocation.
The plan to respond was already in motion, and next, it would depend on how the enemy responded. Luo Zheng stared coldly at the base, thinking, "Jackson, Shijing Ye, I don't know which of you holds the command authority. I'm eagerly looking forward to it. I hope you won't disappoint again." A faint confidence exuded from him.
Before long, dawn broke, sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, bringing light and vitality to the earth. In the forest, birds and beasts began to clamor, chirping and flying among the treetops. A few bolder birds curiously flew near Luo Zheng and the others, watching them with curiosity.
Luo Zheng had no mood to enjoy the beauty before dawn; he raised his binoculars and saw a small team from the base fetching water by the river. The river was wide with a strong current. Who could have imagined the water was already polluted? The team fetched water quickly without noticing anything unusual, then returned, and Luo Zheng put down the binoculars with a smile.
What needed to be done had been done. As for what would happen, that was left to fate. The next step was to wait for the outco after the implentation of the plan.
An hour later, in a corner of the forest along the dirt road, Ghost Hand waited silently with his n, waiting for an opportunity. Finally, they saw a convoy approaching, three large trucks covered with tarpaulins, hiding their contents. Even if the trucks were filled with soldiers, three large trucks couldn't hold many. Besides, the enemy's plan was to enclose from the outside and assault from the inside, so there was no reason to transport soldiers in.
When deciding whether to attack, Ghost Hand didn't hesitate, imdiately ordering his team to prepare for combat. At the bend in the dirt road, the speed couldn't pick up. Four land mines were buried, remotely detonated. Ghost Hand was inspired by the Scholar, with the only difference being that Ghost Hand buried them separately, each about ten ters apart.
After waiting for a while, the three trucks approached, each spaced about ten ters apart. Seeing this, Ghost Hand was delighted and ordered his team to remain concealed. He himself gripped the remote tightly, watching the slow-moving trucks carefully. Soon, the first truck passed by, and as it continued forward, the second truck slowly approached.
Ghost Hand watched the first truck reach the position of the first land mine. When the fuel tank and the land mine position coincided, his sharp eyes released a fierce look, and he pressed the detonator without hesitation, not noticing that the second truck's front had just passed the second land mine, while the third truck was nearing the mines.
"Boom boom!" Four loud explosions sounded. The first two trucks were directly blown over, and the rear truck was also stunned and quickly stopped.
Ghost Hand looked closely; the first truck was full of soldiers. The truck was burning, and the people inside scrambled out in a frenzy, running everywhere. The second truck also contained soldiers, but the difference was that these soldiers wore white coats, with military uniforms underneath, indicating they weren't regular troops. Many soldiers jumped out of the third truck, looking for cover in the chaos.
"Huh?" Ghost Hand was surprised to see the soldiers in white coats, and his eyes imdiately lit up. With Ghost Hand's keen insight, he naturally knew these soldiers were not ordinary. He yelled, "Aim at the ones in white coats, and don't let a single one live. Grenades, triple throw."
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" About ten people stealthily pulled out grenades and threw them at the ones in white coats. Those poor souls had just climbed out of the truck, still dazed when they were blown into the air by grenades from ten or so ters away, blood splattering everywhere, followed by continuous screams, making for an extrely bloody scene.
After three rounds of grenades, no white-coated soldier was left standing. The soldiers from the first and last trucks took the opportunity to find cover and opened fire in retaliation. Ghost Hand, being astute, knew that there was no need to continue the fight seeing this situation. Killing these small fry was useless, continuing the fight would only waste ti and attract more enemies. It was better to quit while ahead. He imdiately shouted, "Brothers, let's retreat."
With the order, the team turned and ran. As he ran, Ghost Hand called through the earpiece, "Lan Xing dear sister, quick, help check those white coats ambushed on the dirt road earlier. Find out who they are. If they're just ordinary small fry, it'll be a big loss."
"If it were you, it wouldn't be small fry. Don't let big sister look down on you," Lan Xing replied cheerfully. In front of Luo Zheng, Lan Xing didn't dare joke around, sothing even Lan Xing didn't realize about herself, but in front of Ghost Hand, she definitely showed her true self, without any pressure.
"You little brat, hurry up, nothing will be left if you're slow," Ghost Hand cursed in frustration.
"Are you on the run?" Lan Xing teased but didn't delay for a second, quickly mobilizing the satellite to check, taking photos swiftly, and comparing the photos with the database. Seeing no imdiate match, she went on to hack into Yue Country's military system, directly comparing within the system. Sam Country's information technology was too strong, with an abundance of talents, and she couldn't afford to provoke them. She felt confident bullying Yue instead.
Soon, Lan Xing found a target that matched, pulled up the information, and was shocked. She shouted through the earpiece, "Ghost Hand, you've caught a big fish."
"How big?" Ghost Hand shouted excitedly, panting as he ran.
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