"Bang bang bang!" Ghost Hand and Madela suddenly opened fire, delivering a flurry of rapid shots that took out several enemies charging at the front. But the enemy quickly noticed and directed a portion of firepower to suppress the two beneath the boulder. Bullets hit the rock, sparks flying everywhere, stray bullets whipping past, a truly terrifying sight.
With so of the enemy firepower diverted to Ghost Hand and Madela on both sides, Luo Zheng's pressure eased, and a quick peek showed the enemies in front were nearly at the two-hundred-ter line. Furious, he grabbed his rifle and retaliated fiercely. The enemy, not to be outdone, unleashed a barrage towards Luo Zheng's position, making it difficult for him to peek out and observe.
"Lan Xing, provide enemy coordinates now." Luo Zheng gritted his teeth, clenching his gun tightly, roaring with fury. He leaned against the boulder, surrounded by a hail of enemy bullets, the situation extrely critical.
"Understood." Lan Xing, who had been closely monitoring the battlefield, quickly responded, "Enemies directly in front of you are at the twelve o'clock position; there are five at one and three o'clock, about a hundred ters away."
Elated, Luo Zheng swiftly grabbed a grenade and unlocked the safety, estimating the coordinates and distance, he threw forcefully towards the target. Without peering to observe, Lan Xing's voice providing coordinates to Ghost Hand and Madela sounded in his earpiece, yet he continued estimating positions and tossing grenades.
"Brother-in-law, ten o'clock direction, distance ninety ters." Lan Xing's voice continued in the earpiece, alerting before moving on to provide coordinates to Ghost Hand and Madela.
Upon hearing the enemy was only ninety ters away, Luo Zheng quickly picked up a grenade, throwing with all his might. This blind throw did not affect combat effectiveness; the grenade landed accurately among the enemies. Huge explosions resonated, knocking down all the charging enemies, tearing large chunks of flesh.
"Boom boom boom!" Luo Zheng, Ghost Hand, and Madela quickly threw bombs according to Lan Xing's coordinates. They couldn't observe the enemies but had the satellite and Lan Xing. This thod of relying solely on coordinates without visual confirmation was novel but effective, blasting many enemies ahead to the ground. They had amassed nurous grenades, now tossing them wildly as if they cost nothing.
In no ti, the enemy firepower weakened significantly. Luo Zheng took advantage, crawled up to peek, finding most enemies concealed on the ground firing back, those charging were almost wiped out, with a few stragglers left just ten ters away, shocking Luo Zheng into rapidly aiming.
"Bang bang bang!" A series of rapid shots, half of the charging enemies fallen, the rest taken down by Ghost Hand and Madela. The intense sll of blood lingered like a tangible presence in the air, smoke rolling, but unable to stop the relentless fight.
The enemy, seeing the attack blocked again with heavy casualties, did not retreat but furiously charged forward, now even without fire cover, launching a full-scale assault. As such, the pressures on Luo Zheng and the others heightened, forcing them to shoot and shift positions.
"Close in on ," Luo Zheng noticed the perilous situation for Ghost Hand and Madela, urgently shouted, his face stern, continuing to shoot in bursts. His eyes fierce, brimming with fighting spirit, the gun in his hand spewing lethal bullets, strongly repelling the advancing enemies.
Ghost Hand and Madela began alternating cover for retreat, concealing behind nearby rocks, quickly reaching Luo Zheng's side. The three lined up, continuing to fiercely counterattack the charging enemies. Luo Zheng observed Madela's gun skills were not on par with Ghost Hand, imdiately commanded, "Madela, focus on grenade attacks."
"Understood." Madela replied gladly, setting down the gun, vigorously hurling grenades, blowing up the enemies near the hundred-ter line. Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand, faces serious, continued firing, occasionally switching positions to evade enemy fire blocking, both sides resolute yet refusing to back down.
Amidst the chaos, Luo Zheng glanced at the enemy camp located near the cave, noting no reinforcents advancing, his courage bolstered, yelling, "Beat these bastards hard, no enemy reinforcents, wipe them out."
"Kill!" Ghost Hand and Madela hadn't anticipated Luo Zheng's ambition to wipe out the enemy force, their blood completely boiling, shouting and fighting fervently.
Shouts of killing, gunfire, grenade blasts, and cries of pain woven together, forming a symphony of death. The enemy advanced but also continually fell along the charge, as the distance closed to thirty ters, only fifty remained, seemingly unaware of their huge losses, keeping the charge ongoing.
"Kill!" Luo Zheng swapped a magazine, roaring fiercely, firing relentlessly at the advancing enemies, a volley knocking down five or six. Changing positions, another volley dropped three or four more, constantly adjusting firing points to continue striking those at the forefront.
"Kill!" Ghost Hand and Madela also shouted in fury, throwing grenade after grenade, disregarding observing enemy situation, focusing solely on estimated directions, hurling grenades vigorously, cold-faced with killing intent pervasive, their eyes narrowing to a predatory glint.
"Boom boom!" The enemy began throwing grenades too, but explosions were blocked by the boulder, posing little threat. Everyone swiftly altered their cover to dodge grenade blasts, simultaneously retaliating with grenades. Soon, the enemy reached the ten-ter line, close to engaging in close combat.
"Charge out and kill!" Luo Zheng yelled fiercely, erging from cover, swiftly changing to a new magazine, setting his rifle to automatic fire, advancing while shooting fiercely, like a tiger unleashed, his roar sweeps over the enemy with an overwhelming force.
"Kill!" Ghost Hand and Madela leapt out from cover too, firing fiercely at the enemies, no longer hiding, jumping onto rocks, swiftly advancing from the stone piles.
The trio's desperate counterattack took down half the advancing enemies, soon engaging in close combat with the remaining ones, roaring simultaneously like three tigers in the forest, their guns striking at enemies, drawing military daggers as they charged into the enemy throng.
"Thunk!" Luo Zheng, reverse-gripping the knife, plunged it deep into an enemy's heart, stirring with force without ti to pull out, kicking one enemy flying, spotting another aiming at him through his peripheral vision, a shot imminent. Alard, he twisted his body in a bizarre manner, turning the stabbed enemy to block the firing path, rapidly pulling out the knife, crouched quickly, rolling under another enemy, slashing viciously, slicing through the opponent's leg.
"Ah—" The enemy scread, falling as Luo Zheng kicked him flying, thrusting towards another aiming enemy's gun muzzle.
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