Mountain Eagle led his team to unleash sniper attacks, continuously sending sniper incendiary bombs into the enemy's garrison camp. The terrifying incendiary bombs ignited tents, warhorses, and even people accidentally hit, setting the entire camp ablaze with fire, causing panic among startled people and horses, as if the place had exploded into chaos.
A few minutes later, the garrison quickly cald down. Upon realizing the attack was coming from the mountain top, they imdiately organized: so to extinguish the fire, so to gather the horses, and others attempting to maneuver up the mountain. Luo Zheng calmly watched the scene and glanced at his watch, a cold and fierce determination flickering at the corner of his mouth.
"Boom boom boom!" A series of earth-shattering explosions resounded, and the entire cliff seed to shake. Right after, countless boulders rolled down with a rumbling sound. Frightened, Hong ihua observing at the cliff's edge quickly retreated, but Luo Zheng rushed out of cover, peered over the edge, and found a large section of the protruding cliff below had collapsed. He laughed, thinking, surely the monastery folks couldn't stay there with so many rocks coming down.
"Seems like big fish are about to co out." Lan Xue also ran up excitedly to take a look, and shouted loudly.
"Be careful." Luo Zheng responded, his sharp gaze surveying the valley, noticing hundreds charging towards the mountain pass. He sneered coldly and spoke into the earpiece, "Ghost Hand, Snow Leopard, let them waste their shots, drag it out as long as possible; Mountain Eagle, continue causing disturbances."
"Understood." Everyone replied in unison.
Luo Zheng trusted his brothers' capability to seize opportunities and lead, not bothering about the mountain pass; he widened his tiger-like eyes, firmly locking onto the area below the monastery, continuously using his sniper scope for observation. Soon he spotted many Lamas rushing out of the monastery, bearing torches, and he chuckled; they were practically sitting ducks.
The mountain summit was only around five hundred ters in direct distance to the ground, though it was nightti, those below carrying torches made their position visible, facilitating sniping. Luo Zheng rapidly set up his sniper rifle, began scanning, but found all these Lamas wore scarves; there were a dozen or so, all about the sa age, making it hard to discern the real targets from above.
Lan Xue noticed this too, glanced at Luo Zheng, and swiftly shouted, "Little sister, can you distinguish the targets?"
"It's too chaotic down there, insufficient light; even if I could recognize them, there's no way to guide you." Lan Xing replied.
"Stop distinguishing, annihilate them all." Luo Zheng's face turned cold; having co here through great difficulty, this was the mont he'd been waiting for. Better to mistakenly kill than let them go; Lamas who ca here weren't good people, swiftly aid at one, adjusted the angle, and coldly pulled the trigger.
"Whizz!" The bullet, descending with terrifying force like a roaring lion spreading its claws, directly smashed the target's head, appearing especially eerie amid the firelight.
The unexpected sniper attack scared the other Lamas into fleeing, nurous soldiers rushed over, shielding the Lamas during retreat. Others shot madly at the mountain top, but Luo Zheng, disregarding evasion, stood still, quickly aid at the second target and pulled the trigger.
The fierce sniper bullet pierced through a soldier defending the target, knocking the target to the ground. Luo Zheng, coldly continued shooting, venting anger residing in his heart ever since the parachute jump. Although many enemy soldiers were killed, he had nearly died from missiles and was buried under an avalanche in desolate valleys, a life hanging by a thread. This hatred, suppressed within, was entirely unleashed at this mont.
In a flash, Luo Zheng had taken down five Lamas; the flammable agent from the sniper incendiary bombs ignited several soldiers surrounding the area. Lan Xue also eliminated so Lamas, the two with cold expressions continued hunting visible targets; the lamas realizing they'd beco key targets, rushed towards the monastery.
With no targets left, Luo Zheng looked up, hearing intense gunfire from the mountain pass direction, and land mines occasionally exploding loudly, seemingly about to crumble the entire night. The bright red light cutting through the night appeared imnsely terrifying, but Luo Zheng coldly smiled and began searching the enemy's garrison location again.
The enemy evidently noticed Luo Zheng and his group's strategy, desperately reinforcing towards the mountain pass. Both sides fought fiercely, Luo Zheng knew well Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard couldn't hold out much longer. This attrition war was unfavorable to them, yet they couldn't retreat prematurely; they must create panic among the garrison forces.
"The enemy's camp started retreating." Hong ihua shouted loudly.
Luo Zheng raised his sniper scope to observe, finding indeed the enemy camp was rapidly retreating, trying to distance themselves. As for the camp's tents, many were already ignited by the fire, too late to dismantle, the warhorses were also led away. He quickly shouted through the earpiece, "Mountain Eagle, target, warhorses."
"Understood, target, warhorses." Mountain Eagle coldly replied.
Mountain Eagle team mbers promptly adjusted their gun positions, aiming at and shooting the warhorses. A volley went off, several groups of warhorses were hit and set ablaze, instantly causing them to run wildly, knocking over several people, followed by two more rounds, further alarming the warhorses, causing them to scatter like a boiling pot overrun.
Seeing the panicked warhorses, the enemy simply released the reins allowing them to leave, to avoid scattering the troops. Witnessing this, Luo Zheng sighed helplessly; it was ti to retreat. If there were a route down, Luo Zheng would absolutely dare to lead people down the cliff and directly attack the monastery, but after descending, there's nowhere else to go; they could only let it go.
This attack primarily aid to create panic and destroy enemy supplies; currently the tactical goal was achieved. Luo Zheng shouted through the earpiece, "Mountain Eagle, take your n to cover Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard's retreat."
"Yes." Mountain Eagle agreed and moved out with his n.
Luo Zheng packed up the ropes, organized his backpack and slung it on his shoulder. Seeing Lan Xue had also sorted her gear, he handed another backpack to Hong ihua and said, "We have to retreat now; there might be long-distance rapid marching ahead. Can you manage? Don't push yourself if you can't; do you understand?"
"Don't worry. I received specialized physical training as well; keeping up with you guys shouldn't be a problem." Hong ihua quickly replied, taking the backpack, slinging it on her shoulder, watching Luo Zheng and Lan Xue already moving in sync towards the front and hurriedly following. This different battlefield excited Hong ihua, who was used to covert operations, quite interestingly, feeling the blood boiling within, wanting to shout out loud.
Soon enough, Mountain Eagle shouted through the earpiece, "Reporting, in position."
"Snipers cover the rear, Snow Leopard, Ghost Hand, alternate retreats, follow , steer-cow strategy, eliminate pursuers while moving." Luo Zheng commanded and dashed down the mountain.
"Yes!" Everyone's eyes lit up as they responded excitedly, beginning a systematic withdrawal.
Hong ihua wasn't too clear on what steer-cow strategy entailed, only having a general idea, curiosity piquing further as she closely followed Luo Zheng, fearing falling behind and causing trouble for everyone else. She clutched her Type 95 assault rifle tightly, her gaze gradually sharpening. As a Spy Operative, Hong ihua wasn't lacking in fervor and combat spirit, also yearning for a straightforward battle on the field against the enemy.
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