"Yes, be on guard," Luo Zheng said with a look of determination in his eyes, gazing sharply ahead. In the darkness, the enemy's counterattacks were equally ferocious, bullets tracing terrifying streaks of light in the night. Only the cover saved Ghost Hand and Madela from disaster, but the difficulty of counterattacking increased. Luo Zheng's expression turned grim as he quickly looked through the sniper scope, using its night vision to search for targets. He swiftly pulled the trigger, and a murderous aura surged forth.
The situation was extrely dire. Luo Zheng's face was as stern as iron, leaving no room for explanations. While firing, he said to Bar beside him, "Quick, help load the bullets." It was sowhat impolite to ask the future Clan Leader, a partner, to load bullets, but in such critical tis, there was no room for niceties.
Fortunately, Bar was soone who valued the interests at hand. Seeing the unfavorable situation, knowing that without repelling the enemy, none of them would survive, he quickly helped load bullets into the empty magazines without complaint. There weren't many empty magazines. With several in rotation, Luo Zheng kept shooting, having no ti to reload, requiring assistance to keep going.
With enough ammunition supplied, Luo Zheng's lethality increased significantly. Each sniper bullet seed to have eyes, exploding through the bodies of the enemies charging at the front, making survival impossible. In a matter of monts, he took down over twenty people. The enemies, cowed by the assault, went into hiding and dared not easily expose themselves by firing.
This ebb and flow finally gave Ghost Hand and Madela a breather. They aid and fired vigorously, letting out muffled roars like wounded tigers howling in the wild night. Luo Zheng continued to take precision shots at visible enemies, his gaze cold and sharp as a blade.
However, the enemy's fighting spirit was also exceedingly strong. Unfazed by the trio's montum, soone unknown gave the order to attack, and countless foes charged fiercely, bullets shooting wildly. Ghost Hand and Madela were suddenly in grave danger, unable to counterattack under the suppressive fire.
Seeing this, Luo Zheng's face fell. He put down the sniper rifle and grabbed a rifle nearby, shouting, "Notify the troops, prepare to counterattack. Focus all firepower on their center section for ."
"Alright." Bar, already impatient from waiting, was overjoyed at the order. He imdiately shouted several phrases in his local dialect, surprisingly overpowering the enemy's gunfire, echoing far and wide.
"Da-da-da!" People lying in ambush nearby suddenly opened fire, concentrating their shots on the front of the enemy advance, catching them off guard. A dozen or so enemies at the forefront fell imdiately, tumbling and hampering the charge of those behind them. More bullets swept in.
In an instant, a swath of enemies fell. Those behind quickly went prone, not a single retreating. This detail made Luo Zheng's expression grim like frost. Even a sudden fierce counterattack had not repelled them. This team was indeed extraordinary; this battle would not be easy.
Luo Zheng angrily roared like a Wolf King howling, his rifle bullets more precisely striking the attackers. In the night, he was like a War God descended, emptying the magazine and swiftly picking up another prepared rifle to keep firing. The enemy was too nurous, requiring concentrated firepower to push them back.
"Grenades! Both sides." Seeing the enemy fearlessly charging closer, Ghost Hand and Madela were unable to hold the assault, engaging in close combat with the attackers. More enemies rushed from both flanks. Enraged, Luo Zheng shouted to Bar beside him, his murderous intent as chilling as a cold front.
"Understood." Bar also fought with fervor and shouted loudly.
Imdiately, countless grenades were hurled to both sides, the enormous explosions seeming to shake the entire night sky, blooming deadly red blossoms that engulfed the surrounding enemies. Shrapnel flew like ominous talismans, terrifying beyond asure, shattering large numbers of advancing enemies.
"Fall back." Luo Zheng shouted through the earpiece, heart tightly clenched, as his rifle emptied. He quickly changed magazines, continuing to shoot the enemies head-on, hoping to provide Ghost Hand and Madela with covering fire for their retreat.
"Understood." Ghost Hand and Madela replied, swiftly breaking away from the enemy and charging back to their position furiously.
"Grenade cover." Luo Zheng shouted to Bar beside him.
Bar, grasping the plan, acknowledged and continued coordinating his team to hurl grenades into the enemy ranks ahead. Explosive deathly red flowers cut off the enemy's pursuit path. Taking advantage of this, Ghost Hand and Madela rushed back, bending low to minimize their exposure, like leopards racing. With several explosive leaps, they reached the hillock, hiding behind a rock, panting heavily, faces filled with murderous resolve, eyes cold and sharp.
"Are you okay?" Luo Zheng asked through the earpiece.
"Fine, kill!" Ghost Hand roared, suddenly rising to unleash a fierce counterattack from behind cover, bullets roaring from the gun, surging with Ghost Hand's unending fury to topple enemy after enemy.
But the enemies refused to relent, fiercely counterattacking from their prone positions, neither side yielding an inch. The battle reached a boiling point. Luo Zheng watched this unfold, expression grim like frost, lips pressed tightly together as he continued precision shots at visible enemies.
Without the natural cover of these boulders, they couldn't withstand the enemy's fierce attack. Luo Zheng noticed more enemies suddenly rising from the ground, fearlessly charging forward, worrying him. Without hesitation, he picked up the sniper rifle.
At that mont, Luo Zheng suddenly noticed soone behind the enemy lines shouting angrily and waving a handgun. Startled, he quickly shifted the sniper scope to aim. To his surprise, he recognized the person as soone familiar - the one who helped them leave Hariri Valley, significant in rank. With rage burning, Luo Zheng unhesitatingly aid and pulled the trigger.
"Shoo!" The sniper bullet whistled away, slicing through the air like Death God's laugh, instantly hitting the target's chest. The bullet passed through the body unhindered, erging from the back, tearing out a large splash of blood and flesh, propelling it a ter away, with the body flipping horrifically.
Through the sniper scope, Luo Zheng clearly saw the target hit. He exhaled deeply, feeling refreshed, but noticed many turning toward the target's corpse, montarily taken aback. He quickly looked again, realizing even more people were gathering around, shouting. However, the gunfire was too loud to hear clearly, prompting Luo Zheng to ask Bar beside him, "What are they shouting, can you hear it clearly?"
"Where?" It was too dark to see far. Bar didn't know what had happened, looking at Luo Zheng inquisitively and then straining to peer into the distance.
"Behind the enemy, over 130 ters away," Luo Zheng roared with murderous resolve, urgency in his voice, ti pressing, the situation volatile with the enemy ready to charge at any mont.
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