The azure sky was brightly lit by the sun, not a cloud in sight. The air was clear after a storm and the sky seed washed clean. Within the vast forest, however, ca the sound of intense gunfire. A squad was madly enveloping a Mountain Ridge, ignoring the comrades falling lifelessly beside them, howling ferociously without fear of death.
On the Mountain Ridge, Ghost Hand and Madela, with solemn expressions, continually shifted their concealed positions, counterattacking whenever there was an opportunity. But the enemy was overwhelming in numbers and ferocity, indifferent to sacrifice, and the two of them couldn't hold them back. Ghost Hand's face darkened as he shouted, "Brother, you retreat first, alternate cover every hundred ters."
"Understood." Madela quickly agreed, not daring to linger, swiftly packed up his weapon, and retreated rapidly, sprinting madly. Estimating around a hundred ters, he quickly halted, his cold gaze swiftly scanning the surroundings, spotted a large tree, and, with swift strides, dashed to the tree's side and raised his gun, only to find the enemy was nearly attacking up the Mountain Ridge. Ghost Hand's situation was precarious, and in shock, he quickly opened fire, killing the enemy about to charge up.
Ghost Hand emptied a magazine, and seeing the enemy on one side fall to the ground knew Madela was in place for support. He quickly turned his gun and retreated rapidly, changing magazines on the run. In one breath, he reached the vicinity where Madela was hidden, turned around, and fired a few quick shots, discovering the enemy had sward the Mountain Ridge, countless in number. Raising his eyebrows, he shouted, "Retreat first; I'll cover. To the left."
"Understood." Madela answered, sprinted madly to the left, estimated a hundred ters, then stopped and turned to see the enemy had crazily charged down the Mountain Ridge, their concentrated fire sweeping behind the tree where Ghost Hand was concealed. Ghost Hand was left with no chance to retaliate, in a perilous position.
"Bang bang bang!" Madela slung his sniper rifle over his back, picked up a familiar rifle, and quickly fired in support of Ghost Hand, but the enemy's fire was too fierce, having no effect. This situation changed Madela's expression to one of urgency, but then he suddenly noticed Ghost Hand roar in anger, charging madly from behind the tree like a high-speed pouncing leopard, using the surrounding trees as cover. A few leaps brought him in front of Madela, with bullets only chasing his heels but never hitting Ghost Hand.
"Such speed!" Madela praised, face grim as he continued to aim at the enemy and shoot.
"You retreat first, I'll cover." Ghost Hand shouted behind a large tree, vigorously counterattacking as he yelled.
Madela knew his speed couldn't match Ghost Hand's and staying to attract enemy fire ant he might not escape, so without delay, he quickly emptied his magazine and sprinted away, changing the magazine as he ran. Estimating around a hundred ters later, he stopped to find concealnt, turned to look, and saw Ghost Hand unable to hide anymore, sprinting down frantically while the enemy drew closer and more nurous, attacking from three sides, impossible to fend off.
"Run quickly." Ghost Hand shouted while running, and Madela didn't imdiately run but calmly continued to pick off the most threatening enemies behind Ghost Hand, then turned his gun and retreated swiftly as Ghost Hand charged up too. The two of them, one on the left, the other on the right, kept retreating using the surrounding trees as cover, occasionally taking hits on their Tactical Bullet-Proof Vests, which blocked the bullets.
The enemy pursued wildly, at any cost, making it impossible to counterattack. Retreating was the only option. Ghost Hand and Madela sprinted madly, not daring to engage futilely. Stopping to counterattack held no aning—the enemy was too many, only speed mattered.
Fortunately, it was just the two of them—no dical team in tow. Both were swift, and although the pursuers chased furiously, howling madly, the gap gradually widened, causing the pursuers to beco even more frantic, continuously firing in attempts to use bullets to pin down Ghost Hand and Madela.
But Ghost Hand and Madela dared not pause, didn't even dare to glance back, fearing wasted ti, running as if their lives depended on it. Their route didn't match the dical team's direction, and Ghost Hand didn't expect the enemy would chase them instead of the dical team, or divide forces to pursue, but rather poured everything into chasing them. This outco surprised and pleased Ghost Hand, surprised by the enemy's madness and pleased the dical team was safe.
Sprinting madly, unsure how far they'd run, Ghost Hand panted heavily, mouth wide open. Seeing Madela struggling to keep pace, he had to slow a bit. Looking back, the enemy was sowhat distant, but still persistently chasing. Hastily returning, he took the sniper rifle Madela was carrying to lighten Madela's load, asking concernedly, "Are you alright?"
"The sniper rifle is out of bullets, if necessary just toss it." Madela huffed heavily, face flushed with lack of oxygen, sweaty forehead, but his gaze remained razor-sharp.
"No way, we might need it later; it's a good tool." Ghost Hand refused, glanced around at the terrain, pointing at the mountain ridge ahead, saying, "We'll cross that mountain up ahead and assess the situation; can you hold on?"
"No problem." Madela said with determined eyes, as a proud captain of the Royal Guard, an excellent Special Forces warrior, Madela also carried his pride. Taking a deep breath, seeing Ghost Hand charging ahead as if boundless energy, he admired him inwardly. Both soldiers, who feared whom? Clenching his teeth, he pursued closely.
The two dashed through the forest like leopards chasing prey, deftly avoiding trees in front of them as they moved forward. Several leaps and bounds took them far. Without the sniper rifle's weight, Madela's speed increased slightly. The Tac-50 sniper rifle weighed a total of 11.8 kilograms; continuing a run after a long march was definitely a burden he'd prefer to shed imdiately.
The two rushed to the foot of the mountain, then climbed towards the peak, using hands and feet. The mountain was tall but the slope gentle; the mountainside was full of trees they could use for leverage. The two quickly rushed upward without looking back. Upon reaching the peak, they found the enemy already at the foot of the mountain. They exchanged glances, then gave a wry smile. Ghost Hand said coldly, "These bastards are really relentless; how about you?"
"Alright, I can manage. How's your stamina so good?" Madela quickly replied, panting heavily, so tired his waist couldn't straighten.
"Just managing is fine; three more minutes of running for our lives, haha!" Ghost Hand said with a cold smile at the approaching enemy, not directly answering Madela's question. His gaze involuntarily shifted to the direction Luo Zheng and others had retreated, a hint of relief in his eyes. At least they lured the enemy away, hoping everyone is alright.
"I wonder how they're doing." Madela said while panting.
"The good are rewarded in this world." Ghost Hand smiled, setting up the sniper rifle on a tree branch, aiming at the enemies pursuing below, saying, "Might as well use the rest ti to teach them a lesson. Catch your breath."
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