The enemy attacked from both sides. Not moving would an death. With the satellite support from Lan Xing, Luo Zheng didn't panic, instead coldly raised his sniper rifle, observing through the sniper scope the enemy reinforcents that suddenly appeared. He discovered Hariri among them, surrounded by many guards, making it difficult to shoot. Murmuring a regretful sigh, he said to Ghost Hand and Madela, "Brothers, we've hurt the enemy enough, let's not stay here and tempt fate, retreat."
"Retreat." Ghost Hand and Madela shouted excitedly, not taking the pursuing forces seriously at all. In terms of speed, none in their group really worried about those ard n, and followed Luo Zheng in a rapid retreat.
The three of them flew along the mountain ridge, not even looking back at the enemy. Without burden, carrying little weight, their speed was swift, pulling away from the pursuers quickly. After sprinting about two kiloters, Luo Zheng glanced back and saw the enemy still tenaciously chasing behind, smirking coldly as he looked ahead at the erging mountain range, with dense forests, saying through his earpiece, "Lan Xing, keep a close watch on the cave direction, we can't lose the target, otherwise it would have all been for nothing."
"Don't worry, we won't lose it." Lan Xing replied confidently.
Luo Zheng looked up at the descending sunset, then looked at Ghost Hand and Madela saying, "Once we charge into the mountains, continue forward and lure the enemy deeper in, then maneuver to the vicinity of the cave, and act when the opportunity arises."
"Understood." Ghost Hand and Madela imdiately grasped Luo Zheng's divide-and-conquer, feinting with a strategic move, fully agreeing, faces full of excited battle intent. Although the earlier battles were fierce and grueling, everyone was fine and had eliminated hundreds of enemy forces, it was a major win, getting everyone stirred up.
The group rushed toward the mountain ridge, occasionally glancing back, slowing down when they found the enemy too far away, to give them confidence in pursuit. If the enemy didn't chase, the tactic of luring them away would fail. They needed to draw the enemy's forces away as much as possible, making it easier when striking back at the cave.
In less than half an hour, they dashed into the dense forests of the mountain ridge, reaching a slope and finding places to hide. The slope was about fifty ters high from the foot of the mountain, with an inclination of around sixty degrees. People could charge up but it required effort. The hillside was covered with trees about as thick as a bowl, not great for hiding bodies. This terrain was very advantageous for defensive resistance. Luo Zheng decided to teach the enemy a lesson here and then run, killing the enemy while enraging them further for pursuit, drawing them deeper into the mountain ridge, killing two birds with one stone.
The enemy hadn't caught up yet, the group gathered together, disassembled heavy machine gun bullets into sniper rifle magazines, readyed other bullets in bullet bags for backup. A few heavy machine gun magazines quickly emptied, discarded the empty magazines, Luo Zheng looked up to see the enemy about two kiloters away, they'd be here soon. His face turned stern, coldly smiling, "Once the enemy cos, we'll be rested. Fight a bit then run, focus on shooting those leading, take down the commander and they won't chase."
"Got it." Ghost Hand and Madela laughed excitedly, not taking the enemy seriously at all. Continuous victories inflated their confidence, particularly now safe in the forest without worries.
The group quickly spread out to find hiding spots, soon the enemy entered within a kiloter line. Ghost Hand and Madela's weapons couldn't reach, envious as they watched Luo Zheng unleash his power. Bullet after sniper bullet roared like tigers descending mountains, knocking down leading enemies, massive blood holes appearing in bodies.
This unilateral slaughter enraged the enemy, scattering and hunching down as they continued charging up, attempting to engage in close combat in the forest. But Luo Zheng wouldn't miss such a perfect opportunity, taking advantage of his position, continuing to snipe exposed enemies at lower elevation. He didn't know how many he killed by the ti a large number rushed into the forest, swiftly switched to a rifle continuing aid firing.
This ti, Ghost Hand and Madela also opened fire furiously. A leading ard personnel shouted sothing, bare-chested, carrying a gun, eyes fierce and savage in appearance. Luo Zheng caught a glimpse of this enemy, his expression turned cold, quickly shifting the gun to aim, instinctively pulled the trigger.
"Boom!" A bullet exited the chamber with a shrill cry, charged forward with Luo Zheng's intense battle intent, cutting an eerie energy shock line through the forest, instantly entering the target's left brain, spinning at high speed, exited the right side, a large spray of blood erupted, the body fell, the head like a shattered waterlon, with red and white matter everywhere, extrely grueso.
Luo Zheng, confident in his shot, didn't glance at the fallen foe, continuing aid shots at enemies trying to rush the slope. "Bang bang bang!" Bullet after bullet acted as life-taking charms, reaping and consuming enemy lives.
But the enemy was savage, swiftly hiding after reentering the forest, firing intensely at the mountain top. Dense bullets rained, trees fell in chaos, soon forming a fire web pinning down Luo Zheng and his comrades, preventing effective counterattacks. More rushed toward the summit, roaring like hungry wolves.
"Retreat." Luo Zheng realized further combat was futile, decisively issued a retreat command, grabbed his weapon, and dashed down the other side of the slope like a leopard, dodging trees ahead, leaping swiftly, covered 20-30 ters in monts.
Ghost Hand and Madela, hearing the command, didn't linger in battle, decisively retreated, sprinting through the forest. Facing multiple enemies in unfavorable conditions, retreat was the best choice. Staying ant death. All were trained soldiers, understanding when and what to do, after regrouping, continued the charge forward, vanishing into the forest.
Shortly after, a large group of ard personnel reached the slope, each furious, screaming and chasing ahead, like crazed hungry wolves. Moderate themselves. Hariri reached the slope with his team, looking at the deep forest, face steeling, eyes narrowed to needle-like. As a forr rcenary, Hariri recognized encountering formidable experts, his people weren't capable, but not pursuing wouldn't satisfy public anger.
The battle outco was reported to Hariri, who hadn't anticipated losing over three hundred people, while the opposition had only three n. Failing to avenge this would scatter the team, bringing crisis to the tribe, only through victory, spilling enemies' blood, could the sha be cleansed, intimidating other tribes lurking dangerously.
Knowing continuing pursuit was death, Hariri was almost driven mad by the result, his cold eyes filled with intense killing intent, picked up the intercom and shouted, "Kill one, get a triple promotion, charge and tear them apart, kill!"
"Kill!" The crowd roared in fury, growing even more frenzied.
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