The morning sun shone over the vast forest, and the air carried a rotting stench after the storm. Luckily, the wind blew the stench away sowhat. In a dense forest on a mountain ridge, Ghost Hand and Madela sat quietly, waiting. They stayed behind to cover the retreat, and the first thing they did was plant grenades along their path, spacing them at intervals to intimidate and delay the enemy.
With limited ammunition, they had to rely on their guns. The firearms had been maintained, and the bullets loaded into the magazines, just waiting for the enemy to arrive. The two chatted idly for a mont. Suddenly, Madela changed the topic and said, "Your combat skills are incredible, trapping the enemy completely. I'm impressed."
"Of course! Otherwise, how could we have won the first place in the global Special Forces competition?" Ghost Hand boasted, chewing a piece of grass. His words were relaxed, but his eyes were filled with seriousness and concern.
Madela knew about the situation with Ghost Hand and Yu Xin, feeling emotional but refrained from asking more. After a mont of silence, Madela suddenly asked, "With just the two of us, we can't hold out for long. What's your plan?"
"You don't get it, do you? We can't hold them back, but guerrilla tactics to eliminate the enemy on the move is our specialty. Do you know what's the core of it?" Ghost Hand said with a feigned lighthearted smile.
"What is it?" Madela asked with curiosity. Seeing Ghost Hand's thoughtful look, he continued, "I've heard your country's culture is profound, especially in terms of warfare. I've heard that your country's history is a history of wars, understanding war as an art. Tell about it, will you? We're idle anyway."
"For the sake of our camaraderie in battle, I'll teach you a trick. The core of guerrilla warfare is sniping key figures. With enemies swarming everywhere, how can you stop them? But who are these people taking orders from? As long as you eliminate the commanding officer, the rest will be left in disarray, perhaps even retreating with the body. If one isn't enough, take out two. If two aren't enough, take out three. Ignore the grunts and focus on the officers. If that doesn't work, just lead them around in circles," Ghost Hand explained earnestly.
"Makes sense," Madela said with a smile. Suddenly, his expression grew solemn as he gripped his gun tighter. Ghost Hand had stepped forward a few paces, scanning the distance, clearly noticing sothing. Madela quickly approached him, speaking softly and seriously, "It looks like the enemy's caught up. That explosion just now was probably from the grenades we planted."
"Yeah, we've got work to do. Be careful," Ghost Hand said in a low voice.
"Understood," Madela replied, pulling back the bolt and readying for battle.
"Let's split left and right, crossing our fire as we fight and retreat," Ghost Hand said with a grave expression.
"Boom!" An explosion sounded distantly. This ti both of them heard it clearly. They exchanged a glance, split to the sides, and found their respective hiding spots, patiently waiting.
The wind softly rustled the branches, creating a hissing sound. So unknown insects chirped while startled wild birds flew from the forest, shrieking as they soared high, afraid to land. Seeing this, Ghost Hand realized the enemy was indeed closing in and drew the bolt of his gun.
"Boom!" Another grenade exploded, this ti even closer, indicating the pursuing enemy was getting nearer. Ghost Hand patiently waited, checking his watch. Nearly four hours had passed since they stayed behind. The enemy was slower than anticipated, which was good. If they could delay them by two more hours, it would be even better.
A while later, another explosion sounded. The enemies, wary of roadside traps, slowed down and cautiously searched, but Ghost Hand's grenades weren't easily found. As more were set off, the enemy beca panicked, further reducing their speed.
Standing on the Mountain Ridge, Ghost Hand gazed into the distance. The sun shone high in the sky, and visibility was excellent in the forest post-rain. He could faintly see smoke rising from the forest ahead, roughly five kiloters away. At a full sprint, the enemy could cover the distance in less than half an hour.
The fighting spirit and reckless behavior of the ard insurgents left a deep impression on Ghost Hand. Enraged and driven to madness, the enemy would only beco more relentless in their pursuit. But with the added threat of grenade traps, the pursuers hesitated, slowing their pace significantly. If they could delay them for another hour, it would be perfect.
Ti ticked by, explosions erupting at intervals. The enemy closed in, becoming clearly visible after half an hour. Ghost Hand's face grew increasingly solemn, his eyes filled with apprehension. The advancing enemy seed unfazed by the grenade traps, using their lives to clear a path, unwavering in their chase.
"Hiss?" Luo Zheng gasped. A team willing to die is not to be trifled with. The enemy had been seriously hurt and enraged beyond reason. Quickly, he called out to Madela not far off, "Brother, target the officers, take a couple of shots, then retreat. Cover each other alternately, don't linger in battle."
Madela, sensing the madness in this enemy squad and feeling a bit apprehensive, quickly agreed. He raised his sniper rifle, aid, and began firing at suspected enemy officers.
The gunfire startled the enemies, causing them to take cover and search for its source. But Madela wisely chose to remain still, carefully scanning for the next target without firing unless necessary. Their task was to delay, not necessarily kill, and extending the tifra was ideal.
After a few minutes, seeing no more shots fired, the enemies rose up, quickly being scouted by an officer's shout, whom Madela soon locked onto. Without hesitation, he squeezed the trigger, sending a bullet through the officer's chest, exiting out the back, spraying blood, and sending the officer flying backward into a tree, lifeless.
One shot, one kill. But their position was exposed as the crazed pursuers charged forward without regard, calling out as they ran straight into the hidden traps among the underbrush—BOOM! Three grenades detonated, flashing red and sending shrapnel flying, knocking the pursuers to the ground amidst a shower of white.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Ghost Hand opened fire too, rapidly targeting the charging pursuers. Bullets found their mark between brows, one after another, each deadly. Within monts, six enemy soldiers lay motionless among the bushes.
"Da-da-da!" The enemy, alerted to Ghost Hand's position, pressed their insane charge forward, spraying bullets without care. The torrent of gunfire hamred the surrounding trees, forcing Ghost Hand to take cover under the oppressive fire without a chance to counterattack. The situation grew perilous.
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