"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Everyone vigorously threw the button bombs, each one like a Death God erging from hell, roaring ominously, attacking the target with a devouring montum, blooming terrifying red light, engulfing and consuming each life.
The unexpectedly appearing button bombs stalled the enemy's attack. After sacrificing dozens of lives, the enemy didn't halt their advance but continued to launch a fierce assault—clearly also bloodthirsty. More enemies arrived from behind as reinforcents, and their dense firepower suppressed everyone's attack once again.
Luo Zheng witnessed the scene, his expression colder than the eternal ice ahead. He emanated a chilling murderous aura as he threw the last button bomb, quickly setting up the sniper rifle. He aid at a person resembling an officer, who lay prone on the ground, shouting orders loudly and directing the troops to charge.
"Whizz!" The incendiary bomb carried Luo Zheng's endless fury and murderous intent skyward, producing a terrifying shriek; the fiery tail fla was even more despairing, instantly tearing through the spatial barrier and fiercely knocking the target to the ground. The flammable agent erupted, splattering all over the target's body, igniting it instantly, eliciting a miserable scream, rolling all over the ground—utterly terrifying.
Ghost Hand and Mountain Eagle, witnessing Luo Zheng's remarkable shot, decisively packed up their weapons and ammunition, crawling out of the foxhole and sprinting backward. Running in a straight line amidst the enemy's dense fire, zigzagging would only send oneself into the bullets' path; a straight line shortens the running ti. Both n leaned forward, their strides powerful like tigers chasing prey at high speed.
Luo Zheng remained stationary, continuing to shoot the charging enemies, and felt relieved only when he saw Lan Xue and Mountain Eagle retreating from the valley's sides. Quickly emptying the bullets from the sniper rifle, he crawled out of the foxhole and sprinted towards the valley with all his might.
Without the threat of button bombs, the enemy reacted, watching Luo Zheng and the others retreat, they got up from the ground and opened fire intensely. The bullets poured like rain; Luo Zheng felt a bullet hit his backpack, piercing it and striking his body, but the bullet-resistant vest and tight clothing held firm.
The powerful bullet impact almost knocked Luo Zheng off balance. He swiftly charged a few steps forward, propped his hand to the ground, and his body, like an arrow off a string, frantically dashed dozens of ters. After stabilizing, he felt another bullet hit his back, but the bullet-resistant vest and tight clothing stopped it, embedding it in his muscle, causing unbearable pain, and he fell to the ground.
Luo Zheng didn't imdiately get up after falling; instead, he glanced at the chasing enemies, seeing them enter the hundred-ter zone of the minefield. His eyes suddenly exploded with a soaring murderous aura, quickly pressed the remote control tightly in his palm, and clasped his head with both hands, lying still on the ground.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!" A series of violent explosions sounded again; the earth shook and the mountains swayed, causing significant amounts of snow on the surrounding peaks to loosen and slide down. The powerful explosion blast waves overlapped, resembling a terrifying storm, flipping all nearby enemies to the ground, blood oozing from their mouths, lifeless.
Enemies on the explosion's outskirts were like kites with broken strings, blown away by the shock waves—extrely terrifying. Smoke spread, and the exploded scene transford into Shura hell, where countless lives were taken—grim and bizarre, chilling to the bone.
A while later, the explosion sounds ceased; Luo Zheng slowly turned over, gazing at the explosion scene. No one stood; no one fired. Bodies littered the ground, only corpses remained. The power of one button bomb equaled a high-explosive grenade, and the nearly hundred exploded button bombs' might was overwhelmingly frightening, making even Luo Zheng feel his scalp numb.
The enemy's attack was thwarted again, another hundred lives lost in this desolate mountain valley. Perhaps frightened, they didn't launch further attacks. Luo Zheng sat up coldly observing ahead, lifting his binoculars; seeing no follow-up assault, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Everyone was at the end of their strength; if the enemy launched an attack at this mont, everyone would undoubtedly perish. It seed the continuous blasts shattered the enemy's morale and courage. Two hundred lives gone, with only around five hundred enemies, nearly half their combat power lost; any unit suffering such a blow would struggle to reignite combat spirit shortly.
"Are you injured?" Lan Xue rushed down from a hillside, gazing at Luo Zheng in shock and called out.
"Bit twice, not a big problem; it'll be fine with so treatnt," Luo Zheng said indifferently, continuing to observe the enemy situation ahead. The enemy hadn't retreated, making Luo Zheng's relaxed mind tense once more.
Lan Xue hurried over, quickly unzipped Luo Zheng's backpack, checking behind him and discovering two bullets embedded in the back muscle. The bullet-resistant vest and tight clothing also penetrated the muscle, blood flowing out. Her face showed alarm, she quickly grabbed a first-aid kit, extracting the bullets, applying hemostatic dicine, and affixing a hand-sized gauze, her face full of worry.
Luo Zheng understood Lan Xue's feelings, remained still, letting her treat the wound while his binoculars constantly monitored the enemy ahead. Seeing no attack launched increased his relief; glancing up at the sky, noticing nightfall approaching, checked his watch, realizing it was around six PM.
"How do you feel?" Lan Xue asked worriedly.
"No big deal, just minor injuries; they'll heal in a few days," Luo Zheng said nonchalantly, examining the surrounding terrain, contemplating escape plans. Until the last mont, Luo Zheng refused to give up. Life is precious; as a soldier, facing death for the nation is serene, but living is always better. As Commander, Luo Zheng holds the responsibility of leading everyone out safely, not waiting to die here unless there's no way out.
"Has the enemy retreated?" Mountain Eagle charged over from another direction, looking at Luo Zheng with a serious expression and asked.
"Not yet; two hundred enemies dead, around three hundred remain—retreat is unlikely. Our button bombs are depleted, and ammo scarce; a single enemy charge could end us. Why haven't they attacked?" Luo Zheng pondered aloud.
"They don't know we've run out of button bombs; building another defense line would be risky for them—they fear our threat," Lan Xue said sowhat proudly. This battle—five against five hundred—survival owed much to Luo Zheng's strategic command and nurous button bomb traps; otherwise, they'd have perished multiple tis.
"Perhaps waiting for sothing; they still have three hundred n, enough for over three strong attacks, whereas we can't withstand even one," Luo Zheng expressed concern.
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