The moon hides behind the clouds, and the vast mountain wilderness is pitch black, with only a few dim lights flickering. They seem helpless, yet stubbornly illuminating a military camp, faint silhouettes of patrolling squads can be seen. At the entrance of a tent, an ard man carries a rifle on his back, yawns as he walks out, glances around, mutters sothing, and walks away without noticing the black shadow lurking beneath the tent.
This shadow is Ghost Hand. After the ard man walks away, Ghost Hand quietly breathes a sigh of relief, cautiously surveys the surroundings, and swiftly sneaks toward a single tent ahead, hiding his body in the tent's shadow, silently advancing without alarming anyone.
Soon, Ghost Hand reaches the isolated tent, blending into the shadows to observe the surroundings. After confirming he hasn't been discovered, he draws his military knife, his gaze coldly locked on the tent ahead, and slowly approaches, stealthily reaching the entrance, raising his ears to eavesdrop, sensing the person inside is asleep, faint snores coming through.
The chance is rare, Ghost Hand swiftly lifts the tent flap and bolts inside, seeing an army cot inside on which soone lies flat, covered with a blanket in deep sleep, clothes and weapons tossed aside. Ghost Hand doesn't spare a glance, leaps forward, one hand covering the person's mouth, and his knife hand slashes forcefully at the person's throat.
With a "stab" sound, the person's throat is sliced open by the sharp knife, forming a large gash, blood spurting out, appearing particularly eerie in the dim night. The person is in deep sleep, loses life without the chance to react, not even a struggle.
Ghost Hand tightly covers the person's mouth until confirming there's no sign of life, then cautiously surveys the surroundings and sees a satellite phone under the pillow, delighted, he picks it up, verifies it, then hunches to the entrance, gently lifts the flap to check outside, seeing no attention here, finally breathes a sigh of relief.
With the satellite phone obtained, Ghost Hand quickly whispers through the earpiece: "Enemy officer is clear, satellite phone acquired, unsure if there are other satellite phones."
"That's great, well done. The enemy isn't wealthy, likely only one satellite phone. Next is to go for it, you attack inside, we charge from outside, let's see how it goes," Luo Zheng excitedly whispers, his voice filled with endless battle intent.
"Understood," Ghost Hand also excitedly replies, his cold gaze searching around, soon spotting an M4 rifle nearby along with two magazines. Hunching over, he goes to inspect them, finding absolutely no problem, his peripheral vision notices a wooden box nearby.
Seeing the box resembling an ammunition crate, Ghost Hand is delighted, hurriedly leaps over to open it, finding it indeed holds munitions, filled with grenades. Seeing grenades, Ghost Hand is elated, quickly whispering through the earpiece: "Don't rush, I'll take action first. Found a crate full of grenades, enough to give them a hard ti."
"Excellent, give it a good blast," Luo Zheng excitedly responds.
"Understood," Ghost Hand also whispers excitedly, dragging the box to the tent entrance, lifts the flap, grabs a grenade, removes the safety, rolls it out of the tent onto the ground, rolling toward another tent. Inside, several people are gambling, completely unaware of the strange rolling sound outside.
"Boom!" A loud explosion shatters the wilderness's quiet night, red light flashing, emitting countless rays of death. Countless fragnts fly everywhere, overturning the tent, blasting everyone inside to the ground, followed by shrieking cries.
Ghost Hand barely glances at the result, grabbing another grenade to continue rolling forward, focusing on attacking tents where gambling is occurring. The sounds of explosions echo one after another as if threatening to collapse the entire night sky, creating powerful shockwaves that topple surrounding tents, exposing people inside.
Many ard people rush out of tents in utter panic, faces full of shock at the explosions sounding everywhere. They don't know what's happening, completely terrified, shouting, wildly running. More grenades continue exploding here and there, confusing everyone.
In the distant mountain forests, Luo Zheng observes the scene calmly through the sniper scope and smiles, unhesitatingly choosing to open fire. Madela cos to assist with loading bullets, since the Tac-50 sniper rifle's magazine holds only five rounds, requiring reloading after exhausting them.
Bar watches the scene with shock, sowhat understanding Luo Zheng's combat plan, also impressed by Luo Zheng's boldness, as they dare to raid a camp of nearly two hundred with just three people. This enemy appears extrely flustered, lacking resistance, in a blink many lie in pools of blood.
Grenade explosions continue, Ghost Hand watches the chaotic camp outside, exclaims in delight, throws grenades further out, tents ignite, quickly forming a fire, more people frantically running away, especially shocked after discovering sniping, accelerating their escape, dashing farther.
The entire camp is in upheaval, ard individuals scatter in panic, no one cos out to command, as if the camp exploded, fearing being blown up if they run slower. Ghost Hand throws the last grenade and surprisingly watches the scene, unexpected effects were that good.
Ghost Hand notices, within a 20-ter radius centered around him, everyone is running towards the outer hills, more people are chasing after, in a panicked hurry to escape, feeling settled inside. He excitedly picks up the rifle and charges out, relentlessly firing at the fleeing enemy's backs, indifferent to the risk of exposure.
With enemies terrified by grenade explosions, they wish their parents birthed them more paths, not daring to glance back, utterly disorganized. Hearing bullet gunfire from behind, they exert all their strength to sprint wildly, pushing anyone blocking the way, knocking them down, trampled by rushing individuals, unable to rise, causing more tumbles, the stampede grows increasingly severe.
Once a camp explodes, not even gods can save, everyone loses composure and becos terrified, crazily following a certain direction like pursued by a great fear behind. Ghost Hand watches the scene with astonishnt, puzzled why the previously fierce fighting enemy turned timid?
"Well done, charge and hit hard!" Luo Zheng's voice resonates in the earpiece.
"Understood," Ghost Hand would never miss such a great opportunity to beat the drowning dog, picks up a ground rifle. With dual guns in both hands, both in automatic fire mode, he relentlessly fires at the fleeing enemy's backs ahead, killing intent soaring, shouting angrily as if War God descended.
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