Under the black night, on the vast and desolate Mountain Ridge, black human figures sprinted rapidly, like hungry wolves searching for food, advancing towards the brightly lit camp. At the back of the group, a person worriedly looking in the direction of the enemy, with cold eyes flashing intensely, full of concern, was Luo Zheng. The enemy still had more than four hundred people, and the crazed extent of their pursuit in anger was imaginable; this small number of people here couldn't possibly hold them off.
"After a full day's forced march, Bar's n are both tired and sleepy, definitely unable to escape. The enemy has suffered many casualties and must be extrely furious. If they launch a crazy pursuit, I'm afraid everyone won't be able to escape. What should we do?" Ghost Hand also looked heavily towards the direction of the enemy, deep in thought.
The enemy was no more than about two kiloters away. There, so torches lit up again. Their shadows were indistinguishable, yet truly present. It wasn't the first ti they faced off against Hariri's people. The crazed extent of pursuit during the previous rainy chase was still vivid. Had they not run quickly, there was no way to escape. This ti, after a forced march, Bar's n were exhausted and still attempted to retreat with weapons and ammunition, aning their speed would be even slower. This worried Ghost Hand greatly.
How to retreat was a big problem. Luo Zheng narrowed his tiger-like eyes, staring fixedly at the distant glow flickering on the hill, where enemies gathered, his face forest-like, saying, "There isn't much we can do; we must quicken our pace to retreat. Bar's n are seeking their own deaths; nobody is to bla. Let's move."
"Understood." Ghost Hand replied in a low voice, nodding, pulling Madela who was still vigilant around, and the three quickly retreated, soon catching up with everyone.
Soon, everyone arrived at the camp, where Bar's n had already gathered, and a large pile of confiscated weapons and ammunition were stacked together. Everyone had replaced the weapons with the latest ones, their bodies donned with full magazines. Bar reluctantly glanced at the stacked weapons—there were too many, impossible to carry away—and helplessly asked Luo Zheng, "What's the plan next?"
"Ensure enough ammunition, especially grenades; they will be useful later. You have too many guns, and can't use them all. Let's retreat into the forest." Luo Zheng said sternly, seeing Bar agree with a nod, commanding his troops to start retreating. He then said to Ghost Hand and Madela beside him, "There are so grenades left; let's set sothing up here, leave the enemy a little surprise."
"Understood." Ghost Hand and Madela smiled knowingly, and the three imdiately sprang into action, placing grenades beneath the corpses to set up traps. As long as the corpses were moved, the grenades would explode—a technical job requiring great care. Fortunately, Luo Zheng, Ghost Hand, and Madela were experts in this field.
Within a few minutes, they had set up a dozen or so traps, noticing that Bar's n had already slipped into the forest. Luo Zheng imdiately said, "Switch weapons, carry more ammunition, and we should retreat, too."
"Yes." Ghost Hand and Madela calmly agreed in unison, swiftly picking a seemingly decent gun, gathering up the magazines piled on the ground and attaching them to themselves, grabbing a few grenades. Once everything was ready, Luo Zheng was about to leave when suddenly, eerie cries sounded in the direction of the enemy. He was taken aback and quickly looked back, noticing the enemy had already caught up. Everyone rushed toward the forest.
The enemy was formidable, so retreat was necessary. However, the enemy's pursuit wasn't slow. Luo Zheng dashed into the woods, and upon reaching the hillside, saw that the enemy had stord the camp, fully spread out to inspect the situation. A group of nearly a hundred soldiers howled and chased ferociously, appearing to be burning with rage.
Luo Zheng frowned intensely; the thoroughly enraged enemy wouldn't be easy to handle. Beside him, Bar also noticed this, his expression grave as he whispered to Luo Zheng, "The enemy's coming in fierce, what's the plan?"
"We can only fight while retreating. Also, tell your remaining n to hasten over here; once everyone is in place, we can take down this enemy group, and things will be easier afterward. This elite unit might even have Hariri among them; take down Hariri, and you can directly annex their tribe." Luo Zheng sensed Bar's hesitation and regret, his face darkened, advising gravely.
Upon hearing this, Bar's eyes brightened, pondering montarily before saying, "Alright, let's do it."
"Hmm?" Luo Zheng saw Bar decisively agree this ti; it seed he had underestimated this person's greed. He was willing to do anything for ambition, which was a good thing for Luo Zheng, letting out a sigh of relief, saying, "Leave half of the troops to block. Previous defense fighters retreat two kiloters first, find a spot to lay an ambush later, and imdiately withdraw the ones here, alternating cover during retreat."
"Understood." Bar agreed with a serious expression, murmuring to two leading-looking n behind him using a native language. The two nodded and left.
Soon, Luo Zheng noticed a squad disperse on the spot, each finding a cover to ambush, smiling involuntarily. Regardless, Bar's troops' fighting will remained very resolute; faced with formidable enemies, they neither feared nor retreated; morale was remarkably high. Luo Zheng shared a glance with Ghost Hand and Madela, and spoke in a low voice, "We retreat."
"Understood." The two agreed knowingly.
With Bar's command, the team began their retreat. Luo Zheng, along with Ghost Hand and Madela, blended into the crowd, handing over the task of interception to the remaining troops. Everyone lit torches and ran silently, enveloped by a suppressive, murderous atmosphere, continuously weaving through the forest.
The journey of two kiloters didn't take too long. They arrived at a canyon, flanked by towering peaks, dense forest making progress tough. Luo Zheng was instantly delighted, promptly pulling Bar saying, "Set traps here."
"Set traps?" Bar asked in surprise, looking at Luo Zheng.
"Yes, use half of the grenades, and place them inside the canyon. Ensure high density; then people conceal on both mountain sides, take advantage from above, and ambush the enemy. The enemy, blinded by anger, easily loses calm, and in the dark won't expose our position. Best ti for an ambush," Luo Zheng quickly explained.
The darkness makes chasing difficult, prone to ambush—a common sense. Of course, a good terrain is necessary for ambush otherwise impossible. With favorable terrain now, Luo Zheng didn't mind striking hard first, even if it scared the enemy away, which would suffice. Bar thought through all this, readily agreeing, "How to proceed?"
"We handle the trap setting. Have your n bring out half their grenades and pile them on the ground. Then, ambush on the mountainside; not too high, high enough to overlook the canyon but low enough to observe the situation clearly. Be quick," Luo Zheng said urgently.
Bar didn't object, promptly issuing orders in the native tongue to the troops. Ard personnel cooperated by taking out their carried grenades and stacking them together. Luo Zheng sized up the surrounding terrain, seriously and swiftly instructing Ghost Hand and Madela, "Leave an interdiate passage, set traps on both sides of the passage based on specific terrain around."
"Understood." Ghost Hand and Madela agreed fully.
"What about when my n arrive?" Bar worriedly asked.
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