Three years, finally there was a chance to hear the news and co to the rescue, risking life and death to infiltrate, rescuing quite a number of people, yet unexpectedly his fiancée, whom Ghost Hand thought of day and night, was not there. This was hard for him to accept. The overwhelming joy plunged to the depths, an endless fury surged up. He broke free from Luo Zheng's grasp, took several steps back, and looked at Luo Zheng with eyes full of anger, coldly saying: "You withdraw first, I will follow soon."
"Co back!" Luo Zheng was shocked and quickly shouted.
However, the furious Ghost Hand had already turned and left, rushing towards the enemy camp with endless resentnt. The hatred, the anger, and guilt in his heart exploded completely at this mont. Ghost Hand needed to vent, and the best target was the enemy inside the camp. In the blink of an eye, Ghost Hand disappeared into the night without a trace.
"Brother?!" Luo Zheng was in great urgency, he shouted, but there was no shadow of Ghost Hand anymore. In front was nothing but endless darkness, endless pouring rain, endless wind howling, nothing else. Luo Zheng looked around at the dical team, then looked in the direction where Ghost Hand disappeared, and hurriedly said to Madela who had arrived: "Take them into the mountains, keep going forward, hide deep in the mountains, I will follow soon."
"Understood," Madela quickly responded, signaling everyone to follow him.
At this mont, a male doctor ca up to Luo Zheng and said dissatisfiedly: "The urgent task is to save lives, as a soldier, everything must prioritize the mission. We can't act on impulse, ensuring everyone's safety is the primary task. However, I appreciate your sense of loyalty, I will go with you."
Luo Zheng shone his flashlight on the other's face, recognizing him, this was the doctor who killed the enemy's wounded soldiers on the cave room platform. He couldn't help but suspiciously ask, "Who are you?"
"I am a military doctor, I've received so military training," the other quickly said.
"Military doctor?" Luo Zheng inspected him with doubt, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and said: "Very well, you assist him in escorting everyone to withdraw, Madela, give him a gun." With that said, without waiting for a reply, he turned and hurriedly left, sprinting towards the direction of Ghost Hand, using a flashlight for illumination, he drew out his military knife.
With the flashlight illuminating, Luo Zheng dashed all the way, soon arriving at the enemy camp, discovering Ghost Hand engaged in close-quarters combat with a group of enemies, five or six corpses lay on the ground. Ghost Hand was like a madman, his movents clearly quicker than before, his hands transforming into blurred shadows, the military knife in his hand was like a venomous snake, continuously slashing the enemies' throats, laying one enemy after another onto the ground.
In the blink of an eye, three more people fell, but more enemies gathered, none of them fired, they all used their rifles as clubs to strike viciously, shouting sothing incomprehensible. Luo Zheng was shocked, hurriedly speeding up towards them, shining the flashlight around Ghost Hand's combat area, squinting the enemy's eyes while also making it easier for Ghost Hand to spot them tily.
In the blink of an eye, Ghost Hand slashed the throats of three more, at this mont, Ghost Hand seed possessed by God Demons, his hands constantly changing various motions, fast as lightning, hard for the naked eye to discern. The military knife in his hand drew streaks of deadly shadows, claiming the enemies' lives, terrifying to the extre.
Luo Zheng knew that inside Ghost Hand was hatred, anger, using enemies to vent three years of suppressed pain, did not persuade him anymore. It's good to release, rushing forward in few strides, directly knocking two enemies flying. The military knife in his hand flashed between breaths, quickly slashing two more enemies' throats.
After succeeding, Luo Zheng did not pause, but continued fighting with Ghost Hand. His gaze was determined, glinting with a sharp cold light, as if a drawn blade, sharply capturing each stealth attack, rcilessly cutting down the attackers with precision. With each forward step, another enemy fell to the ground, unable to rise again.
"Brother, I'm here!" Luo Zheng roared as a warning to Ghost Hand, lest the bloodlust confused Ghost Hand. He charged ahead, holding the flashlight to blind an enemy's eyes, causing the enemy to instinctively cover the light with their hand. Luo Zheng swiftly moved the flashlight to another enemy, using his right hand to seamlessly eliminate the squinting target, a blood jet arcing through the air.
"Roar——" Ghost Hand let out a cry of anguished rage, responding to Luo Zheng, continuing to hunt down the surging enemies around with undaunted ferocity. Luo Zheng kicked aside two enemies, forcefully pushing his way in, grabbed an enemy attempting to ambush Ghost Hand, and unhesitatingly slashed the enemy's throat, shifting his body to back-to-back with Ghost Hand, pushing the body onto another incoming attacker.
"Kill!" Luo Zheng understood Ghost Hand's feelings. Since Ghost Hand wanted to kill, as his life-and-death brother, he would accompany him in madness. He stretched his left hand, swiftly grabbing an attacking rifle, pulling it, causing the target to lose their balance and stumble forward. Luo Zheng's right hand deftly stabbed the target's chest, stirring it before pulling out.
The target's body stiffened, collapsing weakly to the ground, with endless unwillingness and confusion, facing the sky, unable to close their eyes in death. The rain pounded on their face, splashing droplets, eerily strange.
"Roar!" Ghost Hand also let out a roar, kicking two n flying, quickly backing up with Luo Zheng, enabling the two of them to only face forward enemies, greatly increasing combat effectiveness. Ghost Hand's eyes were bloodshot, with only one thought in his mind, kill, kill all those in front to avenge.
Three years of yearning, three years of waiting, three years of regret, all exploded at this mont, whether living or dying, he did not care anymore, kill, kill till the skies turned dark, kill till the blood flowed like rivers, kill away all injustice, kill, kill, kill! The military knife in Ghost Hand's possession seed to have developed a mind of its own, moving faster and more unpredictably by a few degrees.
In the midst of the chaos, Luo Zheng keenly noticed Ghost Hand's knife skills erupting, his power significantly increased, both surprised and delighted. While he was happy about Ghost Hand's improvent in strength, he also worried Ghost Hand would fall into delusion, and he fought with all his might, swiftly bringing down two advancing enemies. Kicking up a rifle from the ground, he reached out to grab it steadily, shooting targeting shots at the surrounding enemies with one hand.
Enemies were everywhere around. The enemies feared shooting their own, but Luo Zheng had no such concerns. With enemies all around, he shot freely. Two enemies flanked, making bizarre calls, extrely vicious. Luo Zheng unhesitatingly pushed the gun against their chest, pulled the trigger, kicked off the ground, darting to the side. Another hand slashed ahead at lightning speed, taking the initiative, precisely cutting the attacker's throat with the military knife, a spurt of blood splashed out, quickly washed away by the downpour, the target's body crashing heavily to the ground.
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