The order is like a mountain, and everyone hesitated, looking to Ghost Hand, only to find Ghost Hand's face full of unwillingness and anger. He clearly didn't want to surrender either, just trying to win a chance for everyone. The pressure and pain he bore were greater than anyone else's. National Blade had no cowards, and even less surrender. Ghost Hand's decision was undoubtedly nailing himself to the pillar of sha, a burden he would carry for life, a pain deeper than the ocean and higher than the sky.
Snow Leopard understood Ghost Hand's intention and started to laugh bitterly with a mournful face. He helplessly glanced at everyone and said, "This is also my decision. It's the unanimous decision of us two captains, and you must obey unconditionally, understood?"
"No, this is a collective decision," Niu Gang said without hesitation.
"Count in," Shi Tao also chid in.
"Shut the hell up, we're not getting married here, why are you all scrambling to speak?" Ghost Hand snapped, but his heart felt warm. The brothers didn't want to let him bear all the responsibility alone, and such loyalty was priceless.
"You shut up too, it's decided. It's the decision of the four of us. If we live, we live together; if we die, we die together. Two captains, two vice-captains have collectively decided this. If you want to be a lone hero, that's not happening. Do you want us to call a party eting?" Snow Leopard retorted displeased.
"Uh?" Ghost Hand gave Snow Leopard a grateful look, feeling choked up and at a loss for words.
"Report, the enemy has made a move," suddenly a warning sounded in the earpiece.
"Those bastards are finally here. Co on, I've been dying to match skills with you. Everyone, listen to my command," Ghost Hand's face turned solemn, and he said murderously, his gaze sweeping coldly over everyone. "Brothers on the periter who are on alert, set the button bombs for a tir. Estimate how long until the enemy gets close and set the ti accordingly. I can't see, you figure it out. Don't shoot, wait until the enemy is close to fire. Once the explosion sounds, they'll beco live targets. Everyone hide well."
"Yes." The n on the periter responsible for keeping watch nodded in agreent.
"Brother Snow Leopard, you take two brothers and guard the back. Brother Niu Gang, you take two brothers to guard the left. Brother Shi Tao, you take two brothers to guard the right. Go," Ghost Hand ordered coldly.
"Yes." Snow Leopard, Shi Tao, and Niu Gang answered in unison and saluted Ghost Hand solemnly before each taking two n and hurrying away. No one knew who might survive this battle, but no one cared anymore. To fight a glorious battle, there was nothing to regret.
The Ghost Hand Team and Snow Leopard Team totaled twenty people, adding Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard, making twenty-two. Three were with Lan Xue, leaving nineteen, with eight guarding outside—two in each direction. That left eleven in the room. Snow Leopard, Niu Gang, and Shi Tao each took two n, leaving five in the room.
Ghost Hand glanced at the remaining few brothers, each full of vigor, all young n in their pri. No one knew how many would survive this battle, a flicker of guilt passed over his face. With the battle imminent, there was no room for hesitation. Ghost Hand's expression quickly beca much more resolute and he said, "Brothers, follow , **** them all."
"Kill." Everyone roared, determination flashing in their eyes, and they all went for broke, filled with murderous intent as they charged out with Ghost Hand.
Rushing out of the room, Ghost Hand glanced around at the earthen houses, unevenly spread, the terrain complex. The rooms were pitch black but inhabited, Ghost Hand's expression turned chilly. Since Sam Country didn't care about innocent safety, why should he? He coldly and quietly ordered, "Get on the rooftops, spread out."
"Understood." Everyone answered and found a room, taking a running start to jump up.
Ghost Hand had just climbed to the rooftop when he heard explosions, startling him. He quickly flattened himself, looking over to see the battle had already begun in the front. The brothers responsible for watching the front suddenly opened fire, breaking the peace with gunshots and explosions, eerily echoing through the night sky.
"Bang bang bang!" The enemy's counterattack was more intense than expected, with bullets forming a web, pouring down on the concealed targets. Seeing this, Ghost Hand's eyes almost popped out in rage, roaring, "Damn it, brothers, rush over them from the rooftops and kill."
"Kill!" everyone shouted, charging ahead.
Although the rooftops were uneven, they were interconnected. Everyone sprinted along the rooftops, reaching the front line in no ti. With no ti to hide, they quickly opened fire on the exposed enemy positions before going prone and continuing to shoot.
Ghost Hand also charged ahead. The rooftops here were flat with nowhere to hide. Reaching the edge of a rooftop, he saw two people advancing in the street ahead, aiming at another brother and suppressing him. Enraged, he quickly aid at one and fired a rapid three-round burst.
"Bang bang bang!" Three bullets whistled out in a triangular formation, carrying Ghost Hand's endless murderous intent, like a roaring lion. The bullets, like the lion's fangs, bore in with fierce montum, instantly embedding into the target and splattering blood, as an overwhelming killing aura spread, making the entire night sky boil.
"Bang bang bang!" Similarly, three bullets whistled over, hitting the edge of the rooftop. Thankfully, Ghost Hand knew the opponents were the Pot Lid Head Special Warfare Group, old rivals he had been prepared for, so he imdiately dodged after the rapid shooting, narrowly avoiding the enemy's attack. Seeing the three bullet holes at the roof's edge, he was secretly thrilled. These guys' gun skills weren't simple, quickly determining his location just by sound for a precise counter-attack. Without prior preparation, those three shots could have easily been fatal.
Thinking of this, Ghost Hand didn't back down, instead spurred by his competitiveness. His face turned stern, he took several strides forward, suddenly sidestepping to jump across to the rooftop on the other side of the street. In the air, his eyes flashed with a fierce glare, an overwhelming murderous aura rising into the sky. His gun felt alive, precisely locking onto a target, and he fired without hesitation.
"Bang!" Just one shot, but this shot incorporated all of Ghost Hand's fighting spirit and anger. The bullet roared out of the barrel with a devastating screech, drawing a scorching arc through the night sky, the high-speed bullet seemingly set to ignite the surrounding air in its fierce rush.
At that mont, the target was ducking at a corner, back against the wall, straining his ears for any sound, trying to find a target, unaware that Ghost Hand had started his attack from a different side. Hearing the gunshot, bewildered, he suddenly saw a scorching light enlarging in his pupils, filled with a deadly aura. Terrified, his face turned to despair, his muscles tensed instinctively, his hairs stood on end, and he dived to one side.
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