Upon hearing the enemy had deployed an RPG, Ghost Hand knew it was the ultimate close-combat weapon; a single rocket could destroy an entire mud house here, with no way for those inside to escape. Ti was running out, and in shock, he roared, "Stop fighting, destroy the weapons and signal devices imdiately, and fall back to as quickly as possible."
"Retreat!" Snow Leopard shouted loudly, like a wounded lion, filled with unwillingness and anger. His voice echoed far into the night sky, stirring up feelings of sorrow and anger.
Everyone quickly disassembled their weapons, took out the signal devices, placed grenades or button bombs on them, and threw all the remaining bullets on as well. Weapons were their lifeline, and the signal devices contained the nation's top weapon technology, which absolutely mustn't fall into enemy hands. This was a principle. They quickly retreated, carrying their wounded comrades on their backs, sprinting away.
After a few seconds of mad sprinting, the grenades and button bombs exploded behind them, sending the guns flying and countless bullets whizzing through the sky like fireworks, scaring the pursuing enemies into hiding, confused about what was happening.
The montary daze of the enemy gave the brothers enough ti to sprint several more ters forward, soon reaching the area where Ghost Hand was. Snow Leopard, leading the charge, yelled when he saw Ghost Hand, "Those bastards, several are wounded, and the brothers have destroyed their weapons as you said. If we can't break through, I'm holding you responsible. What now?"
"Brothers, ti is short. We may lack weapons, but we still have button bombs. The wounded stay behind; the rest charge with through this street. Blow a path open with the button bombs. Everyone still has hundreds of button bombs; throw them all. Not a single one is to be left for the enemy. This is a state secret. Kill!" Ghost Hand coldly shouted as he looked at everyone, then turned and charged forward, leading at the front, full of murderous intent.
Everyone's eyes lit up on hearing this, exchanging knowing smirks. They pulled out all the button bombs from their backpacks, shouted fiercely, and charged ahead, setting the button bombs with a three-second delay as they hurled them toward the rooftops where gunfire ca from, howling like a furious pack of hungry wolves.
"Brothers, this is a good idea," Snow Leopard shouted excitedly, grabbing a few button bombs to chase after Ghost Hand. Suddenly, he saw a figure appear on a roof ahead and, in shock, tackled Ghost Hand to the ground, tossing the button bomb as he roared, "Watch my heavenly scattering flowers!"
Though button bombs are light and don't travel far, Snow Leopard's strength allowed him to throw them over ten ters without issue, especially since the target was under ten ters away. The button bomb headed straight for the target, who was about to aim and shoot, unaware of the button-like bomb coming his way. With a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth, just as he pulled the trigger, a series of booms erupted. The button bomb exploded beside the target, blasting his body away with the powerful shockwave and sending a shower of blood and flesh into the night sky, creating an eerie spectacle.
"Hahaha! That was satisfying." Snow Leopard yelled excitedly upon seeing this scene, "Brothers, aim well when you throw! Throw quickly, don't be stingy. They're perfect targets. And move your feet faster, don't get caught."
"Hahaha, yes!" Everyone was invigorated by Snow Leopard's optimism and fighting spirit, their morale soaring. Shouting wildly, they charged ahead, continuously hurling button bombs at the rooftops on either side.
They ran below in the alleyways, while the enemy was on the rooftops, too scared to co close due to the explosions. This ant the only threat was ahead. Ghost Hand led a few ard brothers forward with intense gunfire, tightly sealing the alley's entrance at the front, giving the enemies hiding at the corners no chance to fire. Others charged up, throwing button bombs at the corners, directly blasting the ambushers to pieces.
This all-or-nothing tactic was effective, as they surged forward several dozen ters, breaking through Undercoat's ambush line. Ahead, a large number of regular troops appeared. Ghost Hand's expression turned cold, his eyes burning fiercely with battle fury as he roared, "Brothers, fight like this; charge forward, kill!"
"Kill!" Everyone rushed forward with a resolve to die. Death was just death, but dying on the assault was fine too. They roared, ran, endless murderous intent intertwining, like a thousand troops in a charge. Button bombs flew towards the enemy like there was no tomorrow.
The regular troops were no match for Undercoat's combat prowess. Most were ambushing from rooftops and streets, unprepared for Ghost Hand and his n to break through so recklessly and swiftly. They were caught off guard as the defense line at the street entrance was overturned by a barrage of button bombs.
Without hesitation, Ghost Hand led the charge, his killing intent sky-high. His gun had already run out of bullets, and he quickly took it apart, threw it aside, and grabbed a few grenades off an enemy body, placing one under the gun parts and signal device. He hurled the remaining ones toward the roofs, intimidating the nearby enemies attempting to close in.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The explosions were incessant, the powerful attacks terrifying the enemy. Who would've thought that a dozen n could carry so many explosives, each with such formidable explosive power, leaving the enemy too scared to approach lightly.
Ghost Hand and his n forcefully carved out a bloody path, charging forward. Suddenly, soone from the rear shouted, "Not good, the enemy is on our tail, it's Undercoat."
Seeing their hard-cornered prey slip away, Undercoat was far from willing to give up, and they naturally turned their firearms to give chase. Those at the back of the group were the wounded, and so were imdiately hit. Ghost Hand's expression turned cold, and he shouted, "Brothers, speed up and charge forward. Snow Leopard, Shi Tao, Niu Gang, as usual."
"Understood." The three loudly agreed, their voices filled with boundless fighting spirit, echoing through the night sky. They halted their charge, turned around, and sprinted back to the end of the team. The usual procedure was for the officers to cover the retreat at the back, a tradition since National Blade was founded.
Seeing Ghost Hand and others covering the rear, everyone sped up even more. The faster and more decisively they charged, the less pressure on those covering the retreat. The wounded, carried on others' backs, were furious at being a burden, constantly tossing button bombs behind them to slow the pursuing enemies.
Ghost Hand and others took the button bombs from the wounded, and together, charged forward with intensity. Ghost Hand glanced at the rear, noticing a significant number of pursuing enemies with skilled tactical maneuvers. Coldly, he shouted, "Button bombs set to delay five seconds, let's turn this street into a sea of fire."
"Understood." Everyone agreed knowingly and quickly set the tirs before indiscriminately tossing button bombs toward the enemy as they continued their rapid retreat.
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