Under the night sky, the desolate wilderness echoed with countless panic-stricken screams, rising and falling, eerily strange. Nurous people rushed out of the camp, frantically charging ahead. Behind them, a person wielding dual guns fired fiercely. Once the bullets were exhausted, he imdiately picked up other guns from the ground and continued shooting. The scattered troops dared not turn back to retaliate, completely disoriented.
In the distance, amidst the dense woods on the hillside, Luo Zheng coldly watched this scene, equally astonished. He hadn't expected the enemy's camp to explode. This was completely at odds with the combat style of turning mad during battle. What was going on? Was there a conspiracy? However, Luo Zheng quickly dismissed this thought. Even if there was a conspiracy, the enemy wouldn't dare use the camp explosion as a price. It must be that the troop's morale is in utter disarray, reluctantly stationed here.
A troop scared out of their wits, unwilling to guard this place, the first thought upon hearing gunfire was danger, imnse terror, lacking the courage to fight. Especially when successive explosions erupted within the camp, unable to comprehend what had occurred. Those residing in the camp's center were primarily officers. With the officers bombed, this troop lost its commander, hence becoming as chaotic as headless flies.
Bar also watched this scene in shock. In fact, just one person scared away this troop. Bar is familiar with the combat capabilities of Hariri's n, which is why he didn't believe Luo Zheng could succeed. But faced with the facts, Bar had no choice but to believe.
"How about it? Want to go up?" Luo Zheng found it surprising that Ghost Hand alone could cause the enemy's camp to explode, which was very advantageous for him in the battle. Hesitating now would be foolishness. He couldn't help but smirk at Bar beside him.
"No, the opportunity hasn't matured. This battle doesn't prove anything," Bar said uneasily.
"Suit yourself. If you don't join, we'll keep the spoils of this battle. Forgot to tell you, nearly half of the two hundred people in the camp were blasted to death, and many have been shot or trampled to death, estimated at about two-thirds. There are over two hundred seriously injured people in the underground chambers, aning there are at least over three hundred guns. Are you sure you don't want them?" Luo Zheng kept a close eye on Bar, enticing him.
"This?" Bar hesitated. Claiming not to be tempted was false. Over three hundred guns could instantly boost his troop's combat power. However, once he launches an attack, it ans he is entirely bound to Luo Zheng, a risk that Bar must assess.
"Forget it if you don't want it. The enemies have fled, not even claiming the spoils. Don't know how your troop would feel about that. Oh, another thing I forgot to ntion, we've secured the enemy's external communication tools, aning Hariri is completely unaware of this battle," Luo Zheng continued to entice, sowhat mockingly.
"Let's do it." Unable to resist the temptation, Bar made up his mind. After all, the enemy had fled, and without external communication, as long as they devoured this group of enemies, there's nothing to worry about. Faced with imnse benefits, Bar was tempted, waved his hand, and said sothing to the people beside him.
Quickly, Bar's n charged forward, akin to maddened bulls. Luo Zheng watched in surprise, unsure, and asked, "Your troops are fierce. What did you tell them?"
"For swift victory without leaks, I told them to take down the frontline enemies first to equip them. Well, the tribe is poor, inevitably tempted by good things, apologies," Bar laughed indifferently, as if greed was a glorious thing.
Luo Zheng found reassurance in these n, behaving as if they hadn't seen anything good before. As long as there was enough benefit, he believed they would fight more fiercely. After all, they couldn't take these things away, better to let Bar benefit, securing Bar's full support. Consider this a deposit; once it's swallowed, it becos easier afterward. Once a war machine is in motion, pulling it back is impossible, unless reaching the destination.
"Let's charge too." Luo Zheng shouted to Madela beside him.
"Understood." Madela answered excitedly.
Luo Zheng and Madela rushed down with weapons, while Bar closely followed. During the sprint, Luo Zheng spoke into the earpiece in Huaxia language, "Brothers, don't pursue too aggressively, leave it to Bar's n."
"Got it." Ghost Hand was delighting in the slaughter, hesitating upon hearing Luo Zheng's instructions. It was such a good opportunity but opted to trust it, thinking that Luo Zheng's approach surely had deeper aning. He paused in pursuit, continuing to shoot at the enemy ahead until the magazine was emptied.
At this mont, Bar's n charged over, howling as they rushed forward, firing their guns. So picked up enemy weapons to shoot forward; the cries of battle echoed through the sky. Ghost Hand suddenly understood Luo Zheng's intent, chuckling coldly, filled with disdain for the greedy Bar.
In such pursuit battles, tracking is inevitable, so would certainly escape. Those who do would tell Hariri about the situation here. Hariri surely could deduce it was Bar. However, this scenario benefitted Ghost Hand overall, who naturally didn't oppose, instead returning to et Luo Zheng, pointing out the cave's location.
Ghost Hand nodded in understanding, said to Bar catching up, "The cave's over there, inside are chambers with over two hundred severely injured personnel, I'll leave it to you."
"No problem." Once Bar stepped forward, he didn't mind doing more, having already committed, deciding to act thoroughly, imdiately leading a group towards the cave.
Luo Zheng couldn't bring himself to kill the severely injured; Ghost Hand couldn't either. But ard n of the Basto Tribe, deeply hateful of Hariri for generations, could, and without pressure. Shortly, gunfire echoed densely from the chamber's direction, indicating Bar's squad shooting the wounded.
"This guy's a bastard," Ghost Hand said disdainfully in Huaxia language.
"Yes, a thorough bastard, inherently greedy, but also quite poor, terrified of poverty, couldn't resist good things. If it were you, managing such a large tribe, struggling to get by daily, might you be the sa? While we don't accept him, we can understand him. Besides, if he didn't act this way, how else could we pull him in to join the fight?" Luo Zheng smilingly explained.
"True, you think long-term. What next?" Ghost Hand agreed.
"Let's wait here for daylight; everything will be discussed tomorrow," Luo Zheng said, looking towards the chamber's direction, gunfire still sounding from there. Killing over two hundred people takes ti. Thinking it over, he continued, "They probably won't all be killed, leaving so as prisoners. Prisoners beco slaves; you know the rules here, let's wait."
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