On the high mountain ridge, a cold wind howled, passing through the honeycombed cliffs as if the devil was moaning, making one's heart race. The barren mountain ridge offered no cover. Luo Zheng signaled everyone to stop, staring hard at the enemies on the hillside ahead. Listening to Lan Xing's urgent voice over the earpiece, "I can't understand it, hold on, Sister Hong ihua is coming, I'll ask her."
Soon, the earpiece relayed the fast conversation between Lan Xing and Hong ihua. The enemies' shouts were transmitted through the earpiece to Lan Xing, who filtered out the noise using software and released the original audio clearly. After listening for a while, Hong ihua said, "It's the local dialect, I can only understand roughly. It seems they're asking about your identity, not allowing you to approach. Could it be a forbidden zone?"
"Possible. The ones we encountered before were also shouting for a long ti, but it didn't seem like a prohibition to advance. Luckily, we stopped; otherwise, it might have escalated to a fight. Is there any way to resolve this? We need to move a bit forward." Luo Zheng asked thoughtfully, while cautiously surveying the surrounding terrain.
"With the language barrier, there's nothing we can do. Their dialect is too rare. I can speak a bit of the official local language, but this tribal language is like our minority groups; I don't know it." Hong ihua said awkwardly.
"Is that so?" Luo Zheng's face turned stern. He spoke softly to Ghost Hand and Madela, "The enemies don't seem to suspect our identities. Clearly, the earlier sneak attack hasn't been exposed. If it cos to it, we may have to force our way through. What do you two think?" To avoid any misunderstanding with Madela, Luo Zheng spoke to Ghost Hand in an international lingua franca, his resolute face taking on a chilling lethal aura.
"We'll have to force our way through," Ghost Hand glanced at the surrounding terrain and said helplessly.
"We're already exposed, no way to avoid this, and retreating is not an option, let's fight." Madela suggested.
"Assault formation, charge up as fast as possible." Luo Zheng's expression turned cold as he spoke icily.
"Understood." Ghost Hand and Madela replied coldly, their gazes turning sharp.
"Kill!" Luo Zheng roared, swiftly raised his gun, aid at the enemy in front, and decisively pulled the trigger. Three bullets flew towards the target in a triangular formation. The enemies didn't expect Luo Zheng to suddenly act, and being rely twenty ters apart, they had no ti to react and were precisely shot to the ground by Luo Zheng.
The three stord forward in a triangular attack formation. Suddenly, Luo Zheng felt a tidal wave of danger sweeping over. Without thinking, he dived onto the ground, shouting, "Cover!" After landing, he rolled twice, as the fierce sound of machine guns erupted nearby, startling him. Realizing the bullets weren't aid directly at him, he quickly lifted his head to check.
On the hillside, under a huge rock, a flash of fire was fiercely shooting. The bullets sliced across like the scythe of Death God, and without their quick reaction to dive, they'd be dead. The tactical vest couldn't withstand machine gun bullets at such close range.
"Kill!" Luo Zheng roared, not even having ti to get up. His gun roared at once, sending bullets fiercely towards the enemy machine gun position with precise accuracy, forcing the enemy heavy machine gun to pull back. Luo Zheng knew the enemy would change position and continue shooting. He lay still on the ground, quickly scanning, while shouting, "The enemy's machine gun is mine, flank from both sides and encircle up, go."
"Understood." Ghost Hand and Madela roared as they scrambled up and quickly spread out to flank.
Just as Luo Zheng finished speaking, he saw a gun barrel sticking out from the other side of a rock crevice. Without thinking, he aid and fired a flurry of shots. The bullets hit near the barrel, frightening the enemy back. If the barrel got damaged, firing could lead to a chamber explosion, potentially injuring themselves.
The enemy wasn't stupid and imdiately retracted the machine gun. At this mont, several barrels appeared behind other rocks. Soone fired from behind the rocks. Ghost Hand and Madela, charging on both sides, raised their hands in a flurry of fire, suppressing the enemy.
Luo Zheng took the opportunity to quickly switch to a sniper rifle, aid ahead, and saw a barrel jutting from a rock crevice. Luo Zheng quickly aid at the barrel, pulling the trigger first. Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng clearly saw the enemy's barrel break and retract. If not for the massive rocks blocking in front, preventing bullet penetration, Luo Zheng would have shot right through to eliminate the enemies behind.
The enemies, terrified by the accurate shots, hid behind rocks, shooting randomly through the gaps. Ghost Hand and Madrid, under intense enemy fire, didn't dare charge recklessly and had to hunker down for cover. Fortunately, the ground had protruding rocks to shield them, averting more trouble.
"Cover with fire." Seeing this, Luo Zheng knew the enemies were focusing on Ghost Hand and Madrid, burning with anger. He shouted out, grabbed his sniper rifle, and charged forward fiercely with vigorous strides. As an enemy quickly turned to fire at him, Luo Zheng sprinted with a classic Bullet Avoidance Step, the bullets only chasing his heels but unable to hit him.
Hearing the shout amid enemy suppression, Ghost Hand and Madrid, not aiming directly, estimated the enemy's position and unleashed a sweeping fire, bullets sparking and ricocheting off rocks, slightly subduing the enemy's arrogance.
Then, Luo Zheng charged like a furious tiger up the slope, pulling out his pistol to shoot at the enemy ahead. The enemies quickly ducked back, and as Luo Zheng couldn't spot a target, he dashed like the wind, leaping onto a rock with an arrow-like step into the enemy's midst. His pistol flew, striking an enemy trying to sneak an attack. Mid-air, Luo Zheng's sniper rifle, reversed like a club, brutally smashed an enemy on the head.
The enemy's skull burst open, red and white matter splattering, and his body collapsed limply without a sound. After dispatching two enemies, Luo Zheng landed, rolled, and swiftly drew a dagger from his thigh, fiercely slashing at the nearest enemy's calf, sending a spray of blood.
"Ah—" The enemy scread miserably, his body softened, collapsing down. Luo Zheng quickly grabbed the enemy's chest collar, kicked hard, launching him, crashing into another enemy aiming to shoot. The opponent opened fire, the bullet hitting the comrade, deflecting the gun muzzle away.
Luo Zheng rolled back to his feet, seeing an enemy swinging a gun to smash down, crouched slightly, leaned hard against the rock, and ramd forward. Before the enemy's gun could land, his shoulder hit the enemy's stomach first. The enemy flew like hit by a speeding train, cracking his head on a stone, blood gushing, staining the rock red, his body softened, and rolled down.
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